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Fandom IHA, a my hero academia roleplay (18+)

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Foster

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William Graves

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It was with the irritation of a man who had barely caught 4 hours of sleep that Will slapped blindly at his alarm clock. After a few seconds of clawing at the air he managed to hit snooze, a sigh of relief escaping his lips as it’s insistent bleeping ceased. His bleary grey eyes opened to the sight of the morning sun trickling into his dorm between the curtains, casting a wedge of light into the otherwise dark room. No chance of getting a little more shut eye then. Not on what may well be the single most important day of his life, for better or worse.

Swinging his legs out of bed he threw the covers off, stumbling into the bathroom to begin his morning routine. It seemed horribly mundane considering he’d be attending IHA for the first time today, the glamorous life of a pro hero distilled down into brushing his teeth and fighting his bed head. In a way it was kind of comforting, some things never changed.

Will powered through the morning in record time and was standing at the door in under 15 minutes, fed, dressed and unable to shake the nerves that were tugging at his insides. He lingered for a moment before gently slapping each side of his face and doing his best to dispel any notion of failure, confidently stepping out of his room, and beginning the journey to IHA. It wasn’t going to take long; the academy had gone out of their way to ensure there were buses that regularly went by the student accommodation that would be able to drop students off right in front of the main gates.

While waiting for the bus to arrive a small crowd of other people from the accommodation began to form around Will and he couldn’t help but wonder if any of them would be joining him in class A. He understood that classes were kept on the small side at IHA, the academy living by the philosophy that they could provide a better quality of education if their teachers aren’t stretched as thinly. That was fine by Will, he’d been in public schools before and knew all too well how easy it was for a voice to be drowned out in the crowd.

The bus arrived a minute or two before schedule, a double decker painted a tasteful white with green accents. It had the IHA logo and name on it’s side but despite this the bus functioned like any other in Grafton city, and was open to anybody who wanted to use it. This wasn’t surprising considering the city council and IHA were basically the twin heads of the same governing body. Being a student did have its perks though…

“Where to?” Asked the driver, a portly man with a shock of pink hair and a kindly smile on his face.

“The academy, cheers.” Replied Will, flashing the card he’d been mailed by IHA when he was first accepted into their program.

The scanner beside the driver flashed a green light upon being exposed to the card, and he indicated that Will was free to take a seat, an offer the young man was quick to take him up on. The student card was a handy bit of kit, there were places all over Regat island where it could be used to access free services. And of course there was no way to get inside the academy without one.

Once the bus set off it was an uneventful journey, but it did give Will a fantastic chance to really soak in the beauty of Grafton city, something he hadn’t allowed himself to do until now during his short time here so far. The city was state of the art, plenty of metal and glass, but at the same time there was life everywhere Will looked. Meticulously designed areas of woodland blended seamlessly with the infrastructure the city needed, leaving the island a haven for both people and wildlife. The weirdest part was how clean everything was. Back home in the UK every city would have at least some trash thrown about, discarded carelessly by some asshole who hadn’t quite got to grips with the concept of a bin just yet. It probably helped that Regat authorities were pretty strict with who they allowed on the island in the first place reasoned Will. This island, and the city that had grown on it, were the safest places on the planet.

It wasn't long before the imposing wall that surrounded IHA came into view, a seemingly never-ending expanse of metal that sealed off the prestigious academy from the rest of the world. Occasionally he'd spy a grass covered rooftop peeking out just above the barrier but for the most part the school was as shrouded as usual. Of course, it made sense that they didn't let just anybody into this place, it would be a disaster to see the next generation of heroes wiped out by a particularly ambitious villain who just waltzed in. Not to mention the effect it would have on the reputation of the place. That reputation was the main reason his mother had even tolerated the idea of him being a hero, especially after what had happened to Tom. It had taken hours of the two brothers convincing her that this was safe for Will before he’d even been allowed to apply for this opportunity. A slight smile tugged at Will’s lips. Tom, the real reason he was even on this path. It wasn't that there weren't other aspects of being a professional hero that appealed to him, spiting his father being number 1, but Will doubted that he would have had the resolve to take on such a difficult occupation without his brother backing him up every step of the way.

The bus suddenly came to a halt, brakes squealing a little as they worked hard to cease the spinning of the vehicle’s wheels. He was here. Will tentatively rose from his seat, reaching into his pocket to ensure he still had the ID card he’d used earlier. It had all the basics on it, name, quirk and class. Without it, there was no chance he would get in, apparently the defenses around the main gate would put many military bases to shame. That being said, the gates didn't seem imposing as Will stepped from the bus, no, instead they seemed more than welcoming. His future was calling! He was still nervous, but now that he was here there was a sense of all the pieces falling into place. With some newfound confidence he walked up to the guard posted beside the massive metal door, offering his ID and giving the burly man plenty of time to ensure it was legit. Surprisingly, the man didn't even look at the plastic card, instead he looked at a small panel built into the gate itself. As soon as the ID was exposed to the gate a green light flashed on the panel, signaling for the great doors to slide open. Of course it was automated just like the bus, IHA was top of the line after all.

Once inside the gates Will navigated his way to the class A homeroom through a combination of the IHA app on his phone, the maps on the building walls and one awkward conversation with another student when he found himself in the gym by accident. The complex was insane, miles of buildings stretched out before him and it was mind boggling to consider that it all came under the IHA banner.

Eventually however he did actually find the correct room and was somewhat surprised to find himself the first person to arrive, especially after all the hassle he’d gone through to get there. The room was pretty simple, a series of lockers lining the far wall and an interactive whiteboard at the front of the room behind the teacher’s desk. There was nothing on the desk but a single pair of sunglasses, something Will figured was best to leave well alone.

Taking the opportunity to choose wherever he’d like to sit he gravitated towards the back of the room, dumping his bag beneath his desk before sitting down. The silence was deafening. Hopefully the teacher would get here soon…
 
All Hands On Deck, Class A...?
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Interactions: William Graves Foster Foster
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Location: Class A, I.H.A Campus​

"A mohawk!"
"No, Akamu, she's already done that one--"
"Can you make it curly?"
"Just go bald--"

Pele scoffed at the suggestion, her eyes darted to her phone that balanced on the mirror of the bathroom sink. Hands moulded the gooey lava that flowed lazily from the craters on her head as she shaped it to the style that she decided to wear for, most likely, half of the year. She wasn't too picky about it and she didn't want to choose something too...outspoken. She was quite nervous, even though she hiding it pretty well from her family that was bantering behind a digital screen.

"That's enough, keiki. I've already decided on one last night. Anyhow, have all of you had breakfast already?" Satisfied with her work, she turned her face side-to-side as she inspected herself in the mirror. The visible molten paths of her blood, her quirk, weren't as bright as they should be.
A chorus of 'ae resounded from her phone and the vibration knocked it off it's balance. It would've fallen straight into the sink if Pele hadn't caught it on time.

After a few minutes of idle chatter she reluctantly had to set off. Her 'aloha' harmonised with her siblings on the side of the video call and she managed to catch the thumbs-up her father gave her before she closed off the call.

This was her morning routine; check on her family and then her quirk vitals, then mundane chores and such. The latter had to be taken off her list now since she didn't live in her home city, Holi. anymore. But that doesn't mean she would leave her room a mess, after all. Even though the college provided housing, it wasn't strictly hers, so she would take extra good care of it.

Pele shrugged a jacket absentmindedly, only to quickly but carefully remove it as she remembered that ordinary clothes would burn. Though this time she didn't instantly smell the sharp scent of charcoal, she still wanted to play it safe. No point on wasting money on more clothes. So the walking heater followed the congregation of students outside the dormitories, wearing knee-high shorts with thigh-high boots and a simple black tanktop. Some of her clothes were specifically to accomodate her quirk, but the jacket was given to her as a gift. Unfortunately it was flammable but she had appreciated the gesture.

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She got lost, of course. Even with the help of the recommended I.H.A map directory, it wouldn't be a surprise to find it difficult to navigate such abnormally large and spacious campus. Especially since the schooling she had grown up with could probably fit in I.H.A a dozen times over. Though she was helped by others that ended up dragging her along with them, none of them were in her class. Pele ended up walking down only a gods-knows-what corridor of the college, the bottom of her lip almost growing numb with how much she worried at it.

Her brows raised in relief when she finally noticed the sign of her designated class; poking out from atop the room's door in crisp white: A.
'Simple but effective, I guess?' Pele couldn't help but muse as she strode inside the spacious classroom. She couldn't help a soft inhale escape her lips as she took in the sight; as the outside of I.H.A, of course the inside would just be as up-to-date and functional. Seriously different to what she's used to...and the pressure of maintaining her spot in such a prestigious university simmered in the pit of her stomach.

Pele' paused for a second as she noticed that another student had already taken a seat, and without really thinking she offered him a little smile and a nod in greeting. She decided to choose a seat in the middle row, next to a window, and placed her sidebag atop her desk. An exhale, soft, as if to calm nerves.

"So. I hope the rest gets here soon, right? The campus might be hard to get used to at first, but I'm sure we could help each other get familiar with it." Pele swivelled on her seat so her legs were wrapped it's sides and an arm rested on the top rail. She wasn't good with silence, her environment had always been bustling with some kind of noise -- be it from her family or the nature and city that melted together back in Hawai'i.
 
Devon McFall
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LocationIHA Campus, Class A
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Nearby Foster Foster (William)
Vol Vol (Pele)

Devon had been so careful but it was all for naught. They were going to be late. Even waking up at five in the morning and making sure to be at the campus by six didn't help. They were hopelessly lost in this city that was the IHA university campus.

The small single-building, single-hallway school they had attended back home had done nothing to prepare the purple haired young adult for this. Even getting from the dorms to the campus had been a near-overwhelming experience. Objectively, Devon had been aware that non-school buses existed. They had just never been in a situation where they had actually seen one, never mind climbing on and being asked where to go! Good thing the driver knew where they needed to go, because Devon sure didn't...

Luckily, some kind soul had spotted them (no doubt looking like they were about to burst into tears, how embarrassing) and helped the poor small-town hick find the right building and even the right room. Now they just had to compose themself enough to not look like a crybaby and open the door. That took a good five minutes before they were finally ready.

Opening the door, Devon poked their head inside and took note of the students already in the room. A moment later, they entered fully, hoping their face didn't look too red from all the frustration and humiliation of the morning, and chose a desk in the second row, right next to the window. They slipped their dark blue hood off their head, remembering it was considered rude to wear it up indoors, and took out a notebook to record everyone's pronouns in once they got up the courage to ask.
 
Jezzabelle Almna

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Jezzabelle woke up at the crack of dawn, not that she had set the alarm for that time but because she was incredibly ecstatic And basically leapt out of bed. Unlike others it would take Jezzabelle a long time to get ready, it started with a shower obviously. It then rolled into drying and brushing her massive set of hair, tail and legs, then she had to both shine and sand her horns. Then came the most difficult part...getting dressed, she honestly had considered filing her horns down into nothingness but that was a while ago and so she had to just deal with it. She sighed to herself as she opened up the buttons on the inside of her outfit, each piece had hidden buttons so that she could put them on while avoiding the horn problem entirely "thanks mum, really owe you for all these clothes"

She smiled to herself as it took about 2 and a half hours to be fully finished with herself and finally went into having breakfast. It was a simple set of eggs on toast yet it was just as delicious, she quickly ate her food and did a quick clean up of the kitchen before grabbing her bag and running out the door, locking it behind her and rushed out the door. She rushed down her hooves making loud noises against the stairs of the dorm complex she has been staying in and rushed to the bus stop.

She pulled out her phone and made a call happily "Bonjour maman. Je m’en sors bien. Oui, je suis ravi de commencer mon premier jour et je suis sur mon chemin maintenant. Oui oui j’adore les vêtements que tu m’as faits. Ok je t’aime aussi au revoir"* The conversation was short but sweet just like Jezzabelle preferred it, she quietly hummed to herself happily as she let the bus take her to the college


As the bus stopped in front of the college she got off her hooves hitting the metal loudly and almost annoyingly "Merci, Monsieur!" She said and ran inside the school happily her hooves making loud clip clop noises announcing her presence minutes before she appeared. She got a little bit lost but she honestly expected that to happen. Eventually though she managed to find her way to the class room, from the inside people could hear her loud hoofsteps and about a minute or so later the door opened suddenly "BONJOUR camarades de classe. Je suis Jezzabelle Almna et c’est un plaisir de vous rencontrer tous!**" She said with a smile before sitting down at the very front and turned around to look at the others.





*Hello mum. I'm doing well. Yes I'm ecstatic to start my first day and I'm on my way now. Yes yes I love the clothes you made me. Ok I love you too bye

**HELLO classmates. I am Jezzabelle Almna and it's a pleasure to meet you all!
 
Location: Sailing Above the I.H.A
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The gleaming sun spread around the small dorm, piercing through the glass window. The room consisted of clinical normalcy, everything seeming clean and in place, except one major, unmissable issue. Bite marks littered the room, caving into multiple objects, from corners of the walls, door frames, and the nearby furniture, all of the neatly kept surroundings were damaged by the sharp teeth marks, seemingly like a shark caused a rampage. Sitting squarely in the center of the neatly kept bed, a man sat on the bed, his face hard to see as it was drowned in shadow whilst he stared down at his clasped together hands. The bed shifted slightly under his weight, bouncing back up into from with the creak of the wood frame as he stood up, his black sneakers brushing against the patterned carpet. His hands dusted off his black slacks, then reached up to adjust the collar of his white and blue striped button-up. The sunlight coming from the window hit his face, breaking it out from the shadows of the room. The large underjaw of his features showed off the sharp teeth that rested in his mouth, making him look similar to an angler fish. Despite this feature, he wore a serious scowl on his face as he crossed his arms, looking out the single window in his dorm. "The time has come," He stated, clenching a fist as he turned toward the doorway, "The journey to become the bane of all 'evil' begins today," He said, in a tone dripping with vitriol as he walked outside of the dorm.​

Only moments later, the student exited the building, walking along the cement path as he passed through the small lawn outside of the dormitory. The bus stop that would pick him up and bring him to the school's front gates could be seen a fair distance away. Seeing the group of students that sat grouped around the sign left no question of where he needed to go. He closed his eyes confidently as he continued to stroll down the pathway. His eyes snapped open as he heard the dull sounds of breaks coming to a stop, looking back down towards the bus stop to see the students slowly filing into the bus. His mouth dropping slightly as a cold sweat ran down his face as he froze in place, watching the bus drive off. "It came early...." He spoke as his brain slowly began to process what had happened, then it hit him like a spark. He quickly dashed down the pathway, reaching out his arm to the unobtainable goal that was catching the bus as it sped down the road, "WAAAAAAIIIT!" He shouted out as the bus turned around the corner. His hand dropped down weakly to his side as he lost complete sight of the bus. He looked down at his feet in defeat, "I underestimated public transportation. Of course it would run optimally in a place like this..." He lamented, placing a hand on the side of his head, "...I'll be late."

The silence hung in the air for a bit as he sat there silently, seeming like all life had left him. Then, suddenly, his stance widened as both he raised a tensed fist, a valiant sheen to his brown eyes as he looked up at the sky. "No. I cannot give up. 'Justice' does not have the luxury of being late! I will not fail here!" As he regained his confidence, he yelled out, causing a couple of nearby people to give him weird stares. Then, with no hesitation, he approached the nearby bus stop sign, his jaw unhinging like an eel before clamping down on the steel bar. His teeth pierced right through the metal, pulling off a large chunk from it. He began to chew down on the metal, the sounds mimicking a handful of screws bouncing around in a metal toolbox as the prominent bulge in his cheek slowly began to grow more rounder, whilst the bus stop sign slumped down before completely breaking off.

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Homura continued to chew, then stopped as he mumbled something from his full mouth, "15-Second Chew: Bubble." His hand reached up to his mouth as his jaw unhinged. Slowly sliding out of his mouth was a giant bubble, about the size of a baseball. It landed in the palm of his hand, strands of spit connecting it to his lips. He wiped his lips clean as he took the empty bubble and slammed it on the ground. It made a popping sound as it burst, but as the outer layer came undone, it revealed the other bubble concealed inside it. The bubble quickly expanded until Homura was captured entirely inside it. He poked his fingers into it, testing the fortification of the bubble before smirking. He dug his hands into his pocket, pulling out his wallet and digging through it. He pulled out a handful of coins and bills and tossed them into his mouth without a care as he began to chew again. Placing the wallet back into his pocket while he gained a running start as he ran, the bubble seemed to cause less of an effect of gravity on him, giving more air time to every step. Finally, after enough time had passed, and he neared running into the wall of the building that stood before him, he said something else through his stuffed lips, "35-Second Chew: Wind."

He spat out another bubble; while it was clear like last time, the bubble seemed to be moving involuntary, like there was something inside of it. Another bubble of the same appearance and size followed behind it; both nestled into his palm. Using his other hand, he picked up one of the bubbles and popped it against the ground, just like before it popped, but immediately a tempest followed that inflated the bubble and sent Homura up in the air, knocking him off his feet. The bubble quickly rose in the air in only seconds, placing Homura high in the sky above Grafton City. He shakily stood back up, looking over his shoulder and between his legs as he took in the sight of the city height. Seeing all the industrial buildings coexist with the plentiful wildlife in harmony was a fascinating sight from this altitude, but he quickly pushed those thoughts as he focused back on what his true goal was, getting to school on time. His eye's quickly gazed around the area before he saw what he was looking for. The large hero university that was the I.H.A and its massive, imposing walls, it wasn't hard to miss. Homura tossed the other wind bubble into the air and caught it again in his hands as he waited patiently to time his trajectory right.

"...Now." He stated calmly, sliding his arm to sit behind him, bracing his hand against his back. His hands clenched, and the bubble that was gripped in his hands popped, causing another powerful gust of wind. Homura was sent flying forward as his whole body pressed against the bubble he had used to transport himself as it began sailing down towards the school like a meteorite. There's no doubt that the I.H.A security wouldn't take kindly to such a sight.
 
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Artemis Dane
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Somehow, Artemis had managed to get a good night's sleep, despite her excitement for her first session at the I.H.A. the next day. She slept right through the night, and probably would have slept in 'till the late hours of the morning had the gentle sound of her phone's alarm not woken her.

Stirring, she lets out a small groan and reaches across to grab the phone, squinting at the bright light it gave off as it broke through the darkness to meet her eyes. It took her a few attempts, but she managed to finally turn off the alarm and tossed the phone back down onto the mattress beside her.

So, this was it. It was her first day at the I.H.A., and... It felt like every other morning before. For some reason, Artemis thought that it would feel different when she woke up. Perhaps she should have set a more energetic alarm?

Using one hand to push her hair back out of her face, she sits up, looking around at the room that she was calling her bedroom for the time that she was studying here. She'd been lucky to get a place so close to the gates of the academy. Admittedly, she thought that she would struggle living within a city, but the way Grafton incorporated nature within its walls made it bearable.

Groggily, Artemis clambered out of bed, heading to the on-suite bathroom to shower and make sure that her fur and hair had no knots or matts in before drying and changing into her usual, casual clothes.

Artemis then decides that out of all days, today wasn't the day to skip breakfast. She heads into the kitchenette area of her apartment to grab a decently-sized meal, quickly devouring it before checking the time on her phone. Perfect. She still had plenty of time to get to the academy.

Staying just around the corner from the academy, Artemis decided that there wasn't much of a point in catching a bus there. It would only take her twenty minutes to walk - and even less to jog - so she figured, why not? Plugging in her headphones to her phone, she chose an upbeat playlist to listen to, and began to make her way to class.



When she arrived on site, Artemis was more than thankful that the academy had provided her with an app for her phone to help guide her around the enormous complex; there was no way that she would arrive at the classroom in time without it. Once she knew her way, things would be easy. But on the first day? No one really stood a chance at navigating the maze-like halls without help.

After a few wrong turns, a couple of app-crashes, and the odd curse word muttered under her breath, she finally came across the classroom that had been designated for Class A. The young, wannabe hero stopped outside the doors for a moment, hoping that no one inside had a phobia of canines, before opening the door and heading inside.

Finding that there were a number of people already seated, Artemis gives a bright smile and an enthusiastic wave to the other students as she steps in, hoping to give the best first impression that she could. Some people seemed to find her appearance intimidating, after all, and she wanted to do what she could to ease people's concerns before they even really began to develop.

An anthropomorphic wolf, standing at 6'4" whom came complete with sharp teeth and claws, and yellow eyes normally made people think of the old 'werewolf' or 'big bad wolf' stories, and Artemis always found herself trying to fight the stereotypes. She'd always thought that becoming a professional hero might help ease the judgemental nature that a some people showed toward those that had full-mutation Quirks, but to see if her theory were true, she'd have to make it through this hero academy first.

As she walked, her claws caught the floor with tiny clicking sounds and drew attention to the fact that she wasn't wearing shoes. Admittedly, she could never find any that fit her paws properly - even custom-made ones weren't as comfortable as walking around bare-foot. But Artemis quickly noticed that there was a young woman sitting in the front row that had hooves, and didn't feel quite so alone.

Continuing to smile faintly at the thought that maybe this class wouldn't be judgemental toward mutation Quirks, Artemis heads over toward the window, and sits down at the back corner of the class behind a timid-looking person with purple hair. Their face looked flushed, as though something had been seriously bothering them, though Artemis decided not to draw attention to it. She simply flashes them a warm smile as she walks past, then sinks down into the empty chair with a content sigh.

The last thing she wanted was for people to spend their time staring at her, or throw things at her back if she had been sat at the front. It had happened in her younger years - at the second school she had attended - and it had left an impact on her that would probably stick with her for life. That was why she'd chosen to sit in the back of the class. Perhaps her seating location would change once she got to know the other students, but for now she was content to stay where she was.
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William Graves

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Will raised his head when somebody else entered the classroom and quickly concluded that this wasn’t his teacher. She was too young for that, definitely around his age, but with peculiar hair that resembled molten rock. It was certainly flashy, but Will’s mind immediately strayed to how she must have a rough time running a comb through that. He had enough trouble with his own bedhead. Rather then getting lost in the semantics of lava hair he gave her a polite smile and slight nod of her head, which was considered an enthusiastic greeting back home.

He was a little taken aback when after sitting down for a moment she suddenly whipped around to face him, launching into some friendly small talk. Will played along, figuring it wouldn’t hurt to stay on the good side of the human volcano.

“Sure thing. At the very least we can get lost together.” He replied with a sardonic grin, happy to know that he wasn’t the only one who’d had difficulties navigating this labyrinth of an academy.

Thankfully the socially inept Will other students began to file in, each one serving to make Will look mind numbingly normal by comparison. First up was an individual with huge watery eyes framed by vibrantly purple hair. They slunk into a seat and pulled out a notebook, apparently on the shy side. After that was what Will could only describe as a demoness, albeit an exceedingly small one. She burst in and broke into French with such enthusiasm that despite only understanding half the words Will got the general gist of what she was trying to convey. She got a confused smile and wave of the hand for her troubles. Finally, a very tall girl who resembled an anthropomorphic wolf came in and settled down at the back beside Will and behind the person with purple hair. Surely this wasn’t the entire class…?



Meanwhile, at the IHA perimeter.



“Alchemist! There’s an intruder attempting to breach the premises!”

The pro hero known as Alchemist turned towards the panicked voice of the security guard running over to him, a little miffed that somebody had interrupted his work. As a hero with the ability to alter the properties of materials he was more of a rescue hero than a fighter, but it also meant he spent a lot of time at IHA fortifying infrastructure. It was important to keep the next generation safe after all. He removed his hand from the wall he’d been messing with and looked skyward to where the guard was frantically pointing. Despite the odd angular helmet Alchemist was wearing he caught sight of somebody floating above the outer walls of the academy in what seemed to be a bubble. If it was an infiltration attempt by villains it wasn’t very good. The automated weapons around the school already had their sights on the bubble and should already have opened fire at this point, but something was making them hesitate. Odd.

“Your weapon please.” Requested Alchemist to the guard, one hand expectantly outstretched.

“Oh. Of course, sir.” The guard hesitated for a moment before un-holstering his sidearm and giving it to Alchemist, apparently unsure of what the hero planned to do with his weapon.

That question was answered instantly when upon being given the gun Alchemist fired a single well-placed shot at the bubble, popping it instantly. The bullet passed by the occupant of the bubble neatly, but just in case his aim had been off Alchemist had already changed the bullets so that they were now composed of rubber, minimizing the chance of a casualty. But with the intruder now free falling he’d have to do a little more than rubberize some bullets to prevent blood being spilled on academy grounds.

Placing both palms flat on the ground Alchemist focused on the spot of ground where impact was most likely, channeling his quirk through stone and dirt to save the intruder. In seconds the courtyard ground had become something akin to jelly, and not a moment too soon. Homura, rather than splattering against the ground in a red mist, sank into it safely, finding himself submerged in a few feet of the peculiar substance Alchemist had made.

The hero and guard rushed over to the crash site, eager to determine the identity of the mysterious bubble boy. But before they could do that they’d have pull him out, despite the jelly like consistence of the ground it wasn’t transparent and there was no way to see the person who’d just fallen into it. After fumbling around for a moment Alchemist found what he assumed to be a hand and latched on, the guard grabbing him by the waist and assisting in the pulling efforts as Homura was removed from the ground. It soon became apparent that the ‘hand’ was actually a foot. The dirt covered young man was pulled feet first from the earth and dropped without much sympathy on the floor once he was out, two disapproving faces staring down at him.

“Have you got any idea how dangerous that was?” Alchemist began, waggling a finger in Homura’s face. “If the automated defenses hadn’t malfunctioned yo-“

The hero was cut off by a huge hand clamping down on his shoulder and a familiar bearded face popping into view beside him.

“Ah I see you’ve found one of mine, Alchemist! Homura Nakazo I believe.” Boomed Wilhelm Busch, a jolly smile plastered across his features. He was decked out in his hero gear, golden aviators hiding his eyes from his student as he loomed over him. In his left hand was a paper register with a list of the pupils in class A, a small picture beside each of their names. After holding it up beside the face of Homura for a second he seemed satisfied and with apparently no effort at all picked him up, tucking him under his arm like a rolled-up carpet.

“Much appreciated! But we’re going to be late for class if we don’t move along now, see you around!”

And just like that Busch broke into a sprint, making a beeline for his classroom at a pace that would put Olympic athletes to shame.

“Wait! That student needs to be disciplined!” Alchemist called out after them but it was too late, the teacher and his new pupil were long gone.



Back in the class A homeroom.


Will’s eyes widened as the last of his classmates was literally thrown into his seat through the doorway, followed by a bear of a man doing his best impression of biker gang member. Talk about an entrance. The huge man than proceeded to walk in and begin introducing himself as if nothing strange had happened, using the digi-pen to scrawl his name on the whiteboard.

“Hello class, I do hope your all enjoying your first day at IHA so far. My name is Mr. Busch and I will be your homeroom teacher for the remainder of your time with us here.” He explained, deep voice carrying easily around the classroom. “Now, since it’s your first day at the academy I’ve arranged something special to really break you into the way we do things around here. In the lockers to your left you’ll find the hero costumes you submitted to us when you first applied. Grab the case with your name on it and head down to the changing rooms, we’ll all meet at training grounds B in 20 minutes for your first trial as a hero in training.”

He stood behind his desk with hands on his hips, beaming at his 6 students. “Well come on slowpokes, hop to it! No time to waste!”

Once people started filing out of the room he planted a hand on Devon’s shoulder and pulled them aside for a moment, leaning down and talking in a slightly more hushed tone. “I’ve been made aware of your circumstances and we’ve arranged for you to be able to change in the nurse’s office if you’d prefer to do so.”

The room was now empty except for the two of them and so Mr. Busch gave Devon a gentle push out of the door, shooting them a reassuring thumbs up before locking the door behind him as he broke into a jog heading towards training ground B.
 
All Hands On Deck, Class A!
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Interactions: Artemis Dane Inquieta Inquieta / Jezzebelle Almna Xcelgamer Xcelgamer
Mentions: William Graves Foster Foster / Homura Nakazo grudge grudge / Devon McFall Ocean123 Ocean123
Location: Class A -> Girl's Changerooms I.H.A Campus​


“Sure thing. At the very least we can get lost together.” - William Graves

Pele had simply smiled back, the nerves from the unknown easing up a little.

Fortunately the classroom became lively shortly after as new students -- her classmates -- strode in one after another. Two of them went straight to their seats without much of a word, though she did manage to catch the wolf-lady beaming at the shy student. Pele eventually faced back to the front with her chin resting on the palm of her hand, somewhat hopeful about the cast she would be spending the rest of the year with. Even with the spontaneous imp-girl greeting the class with a flourish and words that she couldn't understand, Pele felt the message she was trying to convey anyway. All she did in response was wave her free hand and fire back with a casual grin. That one reminded her of the energy of one of her siblings -- a small comfort.

However the calming atmosphere of the classroom was easily disrupted with a crash. Pele ended up jumping halfway out of her seat when a blur of a body hit the desk near her.
“Hello class, I do hope your all enjoying your first day at IHA so far. My name is Mr. Busch and I will be your homeroom teacher for the remainder of your time with us here.” - Wilhelm Busch
The lava that literally littered her skin, face and hair had momentarily flared up but dimmed once she slowly pieced the scene together. She sat back down. Pele eyed the name of her homeroom teacher first before glancing at her dazed classmate, the one who had been thrown into his chair. A troublemaker, perhaps? His jaw was a bit ajar, lax from the impact of the seat, and she saw the gleam of sharp teeth.

She made a face but not one out of disgust.
“Now, since it’s your first day at the academy I’ve arranged something special to really break you into the way we do things around here. In the lockers to your left you’ll find the hero costumes you submitted to us when you first applied. Grab the case with your name on it and head down to the changing rooms, we’ll all meet at training grounds B in 20 minutes for your first trial as a hero in training.” - Wilhelm Busch

Right on cue, the lockers to the left emerged from their places within the walls, allowing access to the students of the class. Pele hesitated, ultimately surprised that they were already going to wear their hero costumes on the first day. Sure she figured that there would be some exercises, but already a hero-based one? She actually hadn't even tried out her costume out on the field before--
“Well come on slowpokes, hop to it! No time to waste!” - Wilhelm Busch
With that she got out of her seat and carefully pushed back her chair, before grabbing her bag that she had left on her desk. Pele retrieved her case and was promptly shoo'd out of the door, like the others but one student, by Wilhelm.

"Oh, jeez," Pele breathed, the half-smile on her face betraying the butterflies that fluttered in her stomach and mind. "I didn't get a memo about a practical being done on the first day...but what can we do, huh?" She glanced back over her shoulder, small talk being directed towards her fellow students trailing behind her.

Eventually she reached the changerooms, and nodded in acknowledgement towards the boy she had spoken to first before entering inside to change.
 
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LocationIHA Campus, Class A, Nurse's Office, Training Ground B
Interactions Foster Foster (Wilhelm) (Kind of)
Xcelgamer Xcelgamer (Jezzebelle) (Kind of)
NearbyEveryone else?

Devon fidgeted slightly in their seat, only looking up when they heard a familiar language being spoken. The young lady who'd just walked in (rather loudly, they should consider getting some kind of device that could help tune out the sound of hooves on linoleum) and boisterously greeted the class in French seemed friendly enough. Her smile looked genuine, anyway. The purple haired student offered a somewhat shaky smile and a whispered, "Bonjour, mademoiselle..." They had no idea if their voice could even be heard but they at least made the effort, right...?

Soon after, a tall anthropomorphic wolf lady came in and sat right behind Devon, giving a smile as she passed. Their face heated up and they tried not to stare but... She was just so... cute... Luckily, they were quickly snapped out of their thoughts as something very strange happened. Some guy was thrown into a chair by some guy that looked a lot like Uncle John who turned out to be their teacher and they were immediately told to get up, grab their costumes and get to training ground B.

Just as Devon was worrying about where to change, a hand dropped on their shoulder and Mr Busch saved the day, telling them they could change in the nurse's office. "Thank you..." Then he ran off. Without telling Devon where, exactly, the nurse's office was located.

Timeskip

It took what felt like forever but Devon did eventually manage to locate the nurse's office after much wandering. Thankfully, the nurse was quite happy to help them also get to training ground B so, despite the setback, the young hero-hopeful managed to arrive on time. Apparently they were somehow the first to arrive? Somehow? ... Were they in some kind of time warp or something...?

Nervous, they kind of just hung out just outside the training ground, not really wanting to be seen as the first student to arrive. They were hoping to go relatively unnoticed and arriving too early could ruin that. Being singled out as the sole healer in the class was inevitable but they didn't want to be tagged as a teacher's pet too.

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Jezzabelle Almna
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Jezzabelle smiled happily as Will and Pele gave her a visual nod to see that they had heard her. She turned to Devon who had out right spoken in French to her and gave her a massive wave as the fox girl sat next to Devon, Jezzabelle was quite surprised by how unique everyone looked from the volcano girl, the wide eyed purple haired....person to the fox girl and rather plain looking guy Pele was sitting next to. As she turned back around to face the front, a body whizzed past her and into one of the seats and a biker cosplayer started speaking.

She blinked a couple of times as she didn't understand what he was saying as it took a bit for her brain to translate his speaking into her native language. It took her to about him talking about their hero outfits to understand what he was saying after he was finished speaking she went over to collect the box that contained her outfit and followed Pele out.

She sighed to herself as she blushed "D’accord, c’est vrai que ce sont principalement des anglophones. D’accord, venez sur Jezzabelle, vous avez pris l’anglais spécifiquement pour cela."* She mumbled to herself just barely audible to those around her before snapping her attention to Peles question "hein? Ah oui je suppose que oui. Ah non non non.Ok Jezzi et détendez-vous. Détendez-vous et concentrez-vous sur mes mots"** She breathed in heavily, taking a deep breath and her massive smile returned

"Ahem oh yeah but all we can really do is try besides I'm really excited to see everyone's quirks!" She said and although it was pretty decent it had a thick heavy French accent. Jezzabelle smiled as despite her stature she was a literal loud presence thanks to her hooves loudly announcing her. Her eyes were surprisingly massive as she scrunched up her nose and started making weird movement with her mouth before returning to the smile "Ah there we go into English" She said before stepping into one of the female changerooms and started getting changed "So you seem nice Miss Volcano. So um hello my name is Jezzabelle Almna and um I'm sorry for all my literal French. It's hehe it's well my first language you see" Jezzabelle said to Pele as she got changed


*Right, right this is mainly English speakers. Alright come on Jezzabelle you took English specifically for this.

**Huh? Oh yeah I guess so. Ah no no no. Ok Jezzi and relax. Just relax and concentrate on my words
 
As the sight of the I.H.A closed closer, Homura grinned. After all, it appeared that this dangerous venture would bring him to school on time. However, a whizz near his ear was followed by a popping sound. "Eh?" says the speaker. His eyes widened with a look of bemusement on his face as he suddenly felt an updraft, winds slapping against his body as the earth drew closer.

"EHHHHHHHH!!!????"

As he closed his eyes automatically, Homura could see life flashing through his eyelids, his subconscious surrendering itself to its fate. Instead of dying or being in excruciating pain, he found himself softly slipping into the soil, as if it were some kind of pudding. His eyes opened, but all he saw was darkness, and he couldn't move or breathe, albeit the latter was most likely due to the weird grit in his mouth. He felt a grip on his leg, and like a radish being taken from fertilized soil, he was yanked out of it, briefly seeing the brightness of the outside before being thrown face-first back onto the earth.

“Did you realize how hazardous that was?” Waggling a finger in Homura's face, Alchemist began. “You wouldn't be here if the automated defenses hadn't malfunctioned.”

Homura's apparent scolding was abruptly cut short, leading him to look up from the ground weakly, his mouth still full of dirt. Two of the three men present appeared to be heroes in some way. One appeared to be engaged with a piece of paper, while the other stared down at him. The man with the paper suddenly rushed forward, snatching him up and putting him under his arm as he dashed away at breakneck speed. Homura's head was too jumbled up at this time to properly process what was going on, so he resigned himself to trying to remember his surroundings while grinding the dirt in his mouth with his teeth. By the time they got to class, Homura had finally cleared his throat, but before he could say anything, he was launched from the front of the room and landed on a chair that swung backward from the force. Homura bit his lower lip, trying not to scream in pain, and leaned forward, massaging his back. That was bound to leave a mark. The man, who appeared to be their teacher, had already given them orders to suit up and leave before they had even had a chance to get to know each other. Homura anxiously looked about; all he'd gotten so far was to be flung around, and he hadn't even had the opportunity to introduce himself to anyone! As he was ushered out the door, he couldn't do anything except accept that he'd have to deal with it later.

"...Wait, where are the locker rooms?"
 
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Artemis Dane
location
Class A -> Female Changing Rooms, I.H.A. Campus
mood
enthusiastic but nervous
The class seemed a lot smaller than Artemis had thought it would be. She assumed that it would be packed to the brim with students wanting to learn how to become professional heroes, but... Then again, this was a prestigious academy. Maybe they purposely kept the numbers low to give the students their best chance of success?

Shaking the thoughts out of her head, her attention is grabbed when another fellow student is practically thrown through the door and into their chair. They're soon followed into the classroom by what she could only assume would be their teacher - and she found herself correct when he began to introduce himself. She listened intently, leaning her elbow on the desk and resting her chin on a closed fist, propping her head up as Mr Busch explained what would be happening. But she didn't really have a chance to get too comfortable - they were already being ushered out of the class and to the changing rooms before she really knew what was going on.

Training grounds and hero costumes on the first day? That was... And then it suddenly occurred to her. She'd never properly filled out the hero costume on the application. She really struggled to come up with an idea that she liked, and even her best friend - who helped her with the majority of naming her wannabe special moves and talents, and even suggested her hero name - couldn't come up with some kind of outfit that was special. And so she'd just doodled one of her everyday outfits and gave slightly bigger measurements to make sure that it would be loose enough to take part in whatever activities and training sessions the academy put them through. Maybe she would think of one after seeing everybody else's? She hoped so. She just hoped people wouldn't laugh at her for this.

When Mr Busch told them to 'hop to it', Artemis quickly hops up from her seat. She lets the others go first in grabbing their hero outfits before retrieving her clothes from the locker, and found herself immediately surprised. Even though it was essentially the same as her usual clothes - with a few added details - she could instantly tell that they were made at a higher standard than regular clothing was. But there was no time to dwell on that. She tucks them under her arm and turns to the door - quickly moving to catch up with the others. Artemis's ear twitches as she passes Mr Busch talking to Devon, and as much as she tried not to listen in, she caught the sound of what was being said. Still, that didn't really concern her, and so she tried her best to forget.

Quickly catching up to the others as they made their way toward the changing rooms, her attention is grabbed by another student with... Was that lava for hair? Part of her wanted to keep her distance from that - just in case it caused any fires - but Artemis knew that with such a small class, she was going to have to get over that fear at some point soon.

So instead she lets out a small, nervous chuckle, using her free hand to rub the back of her neck awkwardly.
"Neither did I... But I guess our teacher wants to see what we're made of," she replies to Pele, her accent immediately giving away the fact that she came from England.

Artemis slips inside the female changing rooms, glancing around at the size of the place that seemed to be reserved for so few of them. Still, she wasn't going to complain.

"I think it's cool that this place takes in students from all over. I'd love to be able to speak a second language," she pipes up as she hears Jezzabelle speaking to Pele. Perhaps she shouldn't have interrupted them, but... She had a habit of sticking her foot in things. It was too late now, anyway, "Sorry. I'm Artemis, but you can call me Art if you'd like. It's great to meet you both."
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The weight of the case with his name on it took Will by surprise, yanking his arms down the moment he pulled it from the lockers. It would seem the design team hadn’t pulled any punches with his hero costume then. Good. This version may just be a prototype but considering how fast Mr. Busch was gleefully pushing them into their first trial by fire it would have to be up to scratch. He wondered how much of the design he’d sketched had actually been implemented…

As he filed out of the room with the other students something clicked. There was only one other guy in his class, the dude who had so unceremoniously found his seat when their teacher arrived. Will spotted him looking somewhat bewildered just outside the homeroom and had to assume the poor bastard was concussed or something.

“Hey human-missile, you hit your head on that landing or something?” Will shot Homura a smirk as he passed his classmate, gesturing for him to follow. “Come on. Pretty sure I spotted the boy’s changing room on my way here.”

It wasn’t far to the changing area and soon enough the two found themselves in the empty room. Despite not being an exceptionally large space, it felt very spacious with so few occupants. Will gently placed his case on one of the benches, playing with the clasps for a moment before it came apart and revealed the carefully stored hero costume within. It was composed of a single piece under suit and several chunks of armour that could be fit together via magnetic clamps. Pretty sophisticated for a first draft, the magnets were a nice touch as they allowed Will to get into the suit without outside help. As he slotted individual bits of armour together he addressed Homura, eager to break the silence.

“I’m Will by the way. Considering it’s just going to be me and you in here I figure we should at least know each other’s names.” He paused for a moment. “Unless you’d prefer to be human-missile for the next three years.”

Will was examining his helmet as he spoke, running one finger along the intricate stained glass effect of the visor. Despite appearances there were no cracks or seams, the visor was made from a single fitted piece of some polycarbonate style material. There was definitely an air of support class wizardry about all of this. Will was trying to give off a calm and collected appearance but honestly he was kind of excited to see what had been whipped up for Homura's costume as well. He felt guilty about that for a moment, getting excited like some child when he was preparing for something as important as his first official trial as an IHA student. Despite his best efforts to shake that feeling it lingered in the pit of his stomach, cowed for now but not gone entirely.
 
BEGINNINGS OF FAMILIARITY
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Interactions: Artemis Dane Inquieta Inquieta / Jezzebelle Almna Xcelgamer Xcelgamer
Mentions: N/A
Location: Girl's Changerooms I.H.A Campus​


The gentle smile she had earlier was still on her lips, displaying a sense of politeness towards the chatter of the impish girl despite not understanding a word that had been said. While they were changing most of her attention had been on getting dressed though , since she figured it was best to give the majority of her concentration on something she could understand. Which was suiting up at this point.

However, her emerald gaze looked away from the costume manual and onto Jezzabelle as soon as familiar words left the other's mouth.

"So you seem nice Miss Volcano. So um hello my name is Jezzabelle Almna and um I'm sorry for all my literal French. It's hehe it's well my first language you see" - Jezzabelle Almna

"Haha, I thought so. You don't have to say sorry for speaking your native tongue towards me, honestly. I don't mind it," Pele's smile trickled into a little laugh at the nickname of 'Miss Volcano'. "As long as I get your intention in the end, it's fine. Maybe throughout the year I'll end up learning some French from you." She shrugged on her sleeveless jacket and then began fiddling with the strange bracelets she had clamped onto her wrists.

Though she had skim-read a bit of the instructions a few minutes ago, she couldn't really grasp the whole "ignition" concept. What was there to ignite if she was already alight? Her father and their family friend that had designed this suit did too well on keeping this costume a surprise for her.

Pele's attention was split back into two, as the other girl in their class -- the anthro-wolf -- had joined in on the conversation. She was actually pleased on how interactive her classmates had been so far.
"I think it's cool that this place takes in students from all over. I'd love to be able to speak a second language," - Artemis Dane

She nodded in agreement before clicking her tongue as she felt something snag into her skin from beneath the bracelet contraption. Pele also noticed the "polite" distance Artemis had between herself and her. Pele brushed it off as the other being shy.

"Sorry. I'm Artemis, but you can call me Art if you'd like. It's great to meet you both." - Artemis Dane
"It's wonderful to meet the both of you, Jezzebelle and Art," Pele's face scrunched up in discomfort as she was perturbed by the building pressure around her wrists, but played it off by doing some body stretches, "Again no need for sorries, ah, here. Neither of you did anything wrong -- yet." She winked at the both of them before straightening her back; the huge magma core that lay at the place of her bellybutton was exposed and bubbling, but showed no signs of spilling. "I am Pele Ka' Uhane -- or just Pele."

"Here's to the start of our nā paʻa paʻa. Strong bonds. Keep it up, yeah?"
 
As Homura stood there, thinking exactly how he was supposed to locate the locker room, a voice from behind him disrupted his focus. He peered over his shoulder to look at him as he passed by, making a witty remark. "Hit my head? Luckily not, just my spine, it hu— OI! Who are you calling a human missile?" He exclaimed, the joke connecting in his head finally. However, Homura dispersed his displeasure as Will indicated for him to follow, noting that he knew where the boy's changing room was. Homura relaxed his position, nodding his head in agreement as he prepared to follow as he took a few steps forward. However, his gaze slowly traced over to take notice of the case his classmate was holding, pursing his lips as the thought of forgetting something hit him. A cold sweat went down his face as he realized he had entirely neglected to collect his case from the lockers. He instantly turned on his heel, racing back into the classroom in a full on sprint with a plume of smoke, before reappearing with the case slugged over his shoulder and a plain expression on his face, pretending like he had the case the whole time as he followed behind Will to the changing room.

As they stepped into the spacious changing room, Homura peered around as his sneakers smacked against the patterned stone floor. The shift in lightning compared to the hallway led his eyes to readjust as he gazed around, the lockers patterned on the walls and wooden benches that sat in the center categorized the room. Will had already gotten comfy, opening his case and checking over the specifications of his suit. Homura followed suit shortly after, dropping his hefty case onto the wooden bench, causing it to moan as he kneeled, opening up the latches with a click and pulling it open by its handle. Homura was immediately presented with the most crucial component of his outfit, the massive steel helmet with sharp metal fangs. It was patterned with screws and small sections of rust that gave it a rustic aspect. He weighed it in his hands, taking note of it having a considerable amount of mass. It would certainly take him a bit to get used to having it on his head. He pushed it to the side as he brought out the next portion of his costume, two sets of clawed metal fingers. The shingled design of the case allowed it to bend and flex, still enabling him free use of his fingers normally save from the sharp tips and the blades attached to the knuckles. He smirked as he placed them to the side with his helmet, reaching the final component of his ensemble. The last thing inside his case was three things, a black costume that had gold buttons and armbands, a long black and red cape that had a massive piece ripped out of it like a shark had taken a bite from it. And lastly, large white boots with black tips.

He stood back up straight as he began to unbutton his shirt, getting ready to change, halting with his fingers on a button as Will spoke up, introducing himself along with another joke at his expense. "I completely forgot, I haven't gotten the chance to introduce myself." He realized, his hands dropping down to his side as he turned to face Will, bowing curtly and closing his eyes. "Homura Nakazo," He replied, before looking back to address his fellow student directly once more, "I hope we can become the bane of evil together, Will," He continued, lifting a hand in a claw-like form to punctuate his assertion. Homura returned to putting on his uniform with introductions done, checking over all the pieces it comprised of. "Hmm, if I ever get a new version I should try finding out a method it could need less preparation..." He grumbled to himself as he went back to unbuttoning his shirt.

After a few moments and the sounds of scraping cloth and tapping metal, Homura finally donned his complete costume, sliding on his huge helmet as the final component. He peered down at himself, wiggling his metal-encased, clawed, and bladed fingers, then raising his wrist to gaze at the design of the central part of the suit, then peered over his shoulder to lift his foot and gaze at the bottom of his boots. "They really went above and beyond with this outfit," He stated in slight enjoyment. It was exactly how he envisioned, the terrifying appearance of his helmet, the viciousness of his clawed fingers, and the long cape that flowed behind him. This everything was the perfect aspect of becoming the greatest terror of a villain. Then, content with himself, he approached Will, interested in seeing what his wardrobe involved, interested in seeing the message he would send with his gear.
 
(The characters of Artemis, Devon and Jezzabelle have been removed from the story so we are jumping ahead a bit to the actual training exercise.)

William Graves


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“Alright kids, welcome to your first challenge!”
Mr. Busch stood before the entrance to training grounds B with a gleaming smile peaking out from behind his bushy beard, clearly eager to throw his new students straight into today’s task.

“You all look simply wunderbare in those hero outfits. What you end up doing next will let me know if you’re worthy of wearing them.” As he spoke Mr. Busch moved over to a screen embedded in one of the towering walls that obscured most of training ground B. On it was a simple set of instructions outlining what the heroes in training would be attempting, an urban labyrinth of sorts that they would have to get navigate in an effort to locate an ‘emergency situation’ somewhere within.

Will stood between Homura and Pele as he examined the instructions on the screen, noting that there was no mention of rules about teaming up. He and Homura already had a decent rapport going on with each other, so it wasn’t out of the realm of possibility that they’d team up. As for Pele… well she seemed like the reasonable sort and if the boys were working together she’d likely want in on the action as well. This was the first look he’d gotten at her hero costume and he had to admit it was pretty snazzy, the electric blue contrasting heavily with Homura’s almost villainous attire.

“So as you can see here, it’ll be a race against the clock to reach the emergency inside site B, with each of you being scored on a number of secret categories that I’ll be revealing to you at the end of the exercise. There is only one way to fail!” Here the giant paused and raised a single finger with gusto to emphasize his words. “You have a generous ten-minute window to reach the emergency. If you take longer than that you’ll fail automatically.”

Ten minutes didn’t seem generous to Will, not with the sheer size of the compound before them. Walking up to it had allowed him to get a rough idea of how large it was and judging from the fraction of it he’d gotten to look at site B was a minimum of several city blocks in size. Throw into that the unknown element of the ‘emergency’ and you had a pretty tight window to crack this maze. Luckily for Will he could hustle pretty damn fast when he needed to.
With a metallic wheeze the twin gates that barred site B from the rest of the academy began to open, a twisting mess of pipes and bland grey buildings stretching out before the trio. Will winced behind the safety of his goggles. He’d at least been expecting straight roads, but this looked like a city that had spent a few minutes in a blender.

“Alright class, on the count of three.” Mr. Busch announced, pulling a stopwatch from the depths of his leather jacket and holding it up to his students. “One, two…three! Have fun!”
And just like that they were off, running into the opening with each tick of the clock already weighing down on them. A creak behind them made Will jump a little, and he turned just in time to see Mr. Busch waving at them as the huge doors slowly swung shut behind them, sealing them inside the maze to complete the trial.

“Great. Any idea what we should be looking for? That emergency could be anywhere in here…”
The universe, ever eager to make Will look like a prat, decided that now would be a great time for a large explosion to go off somewhere in the northeast part of site B, a pillar of black smoke climbing into the sky above the buildings.
“Scrap that, we’ve got our heading.” Sighed Will, tugging on the brim of hat subconsciously as embarrassment crept up his neck.
 
AN EXPLOSIVE START
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Interactions: William Graves ( Foster Foster ) / Homura Nakazo ( grudge grudge )
Mentions: N/A
Location: Girl's Changerooms I.H.A Campus -> Rescue Simulation Grounds, I.H.A Campus


The throbbing sensation from earlier in the lockers had ebbed to a constant pressure around her wrists and feet. This new feeling that her costume had on her wasn't distracting enough to stop her from paying attention to the task presented before the class.

Pele had to agree with their teacher's compliments on the hero costumes that each student wore -- ranging from ordinary and practical to fantastical creative liberty. She couldn't help but do a double take towards the 'human missile' at his hero attire; a look that could certainly intimidate villains...but also civillians. While the other one next to him, Pele couldn't recognise who it was underneath the mechanical-like mask, looked like they were trying to blend in or atleast look casual. But to her, the contrast with the sport cap and scarf around their fullbody armour made them look a bit goofy.

Pele's easy smile remained on her face even with the somewhat daunting test looming ahead. That was until, the doors of the cityscape training grounds sealed shut behind them and the reality of the short timeframe hit her. The smile on her lips may have gone for now but her eyes remained steadfast and focused. The building tension in the air like something in the environment could just break, explode, or rise up at any given moment was something she was keenly familiar with. But locating the emergency itself was new -- often there was already details on the trouble or an alarm to signal an incoming disaster. Apart from that, the human volcano took in the sprawling expanse of the metal landscape with a wide visual sweep. This wasn't an ordinary city...

“Great. Any idea what we should be looking for? That emergency could be anywhere in here…” - William Graves

Pele almost jumped out of her skin when she realised too late she wasn't alone. However she tried to mask her surprise by using the momentum of the shock to turn around to face the voice -- was that William underneath that mask? Looked like the villainous hero was hovering by him as well. So did that mean these two were teaming up? Or was it just a coincidence?

Before she could say something, the ground beneath them quaked slightly and she watched a pillar of dark smoke rise from further within the site.
'Well, atleast there was a sign.'

“Scrap that, we’ve got our heading.” - William Graves

"Mind if I tag along? Since we're heading in the same direction anyway," Pele said as she started to ease into a jog towards the approximate direction of the explosion. "Also I think it's a good idea to know each other's hero names if we ever need to call out for help. Even if it's just a class test, treating this as a real deal is a good idea, yeah?" She vaulted over a oddly placed but large drainage pipe, only taking a second to glance behind her to see if they were still following. Well, only the long-clawed hero was, William was much faster then the both of them.

"Mine's Kalama. If this explosion is fire-based, it won't be a problem for me." She offered them a quick but genuine half-smile before dropping it to a more serious line.
 
Homura stood there together with his fellow classmates, arms folded while his cloak blew lightly behind him. He had taken note of both their clothing. It was amazing to see the contrast in Pele's dress, vividly sparkling with blue streaks compared to Will's outfit, which was a lot more plain, primarily centered on his modest headgear. Nevertheless. he felt like he gained a slight feeling of knowledge about their personalities from their attire. His concentration on his colleagues was taken away when Mr. Busch spoke up, Homura following him with his eyes as he walked up to the enormous screen. It disclosed the assignment, a basic one navigating the hectic surroundings to get to an area requiring immediate attention. It made sense for a first trial; it would test you on several things a hero needed. Physical ability, brains, rapid utilization, all of it could be employed to assist in crossing over this hurdle. Ten minutes was far too liberal of a time, as a hero, you should be able to report to danger fast, but he guessed that placing a strict time limit on the first exam wouldn't be very practical for student advancement.

With Mr. Busch's countdown concluded, Homura surged ahead, keeping up with ease despite the weight of the gear he wore. As the door closed behind him, he didn't make an effort to check behind as he kept running. He had no clue where exactly they were supposed to be headed, but he would figure it out while progressing. Just then, an explosion sounded out as the ground rocked slightly, a billow of smoke shooting up in the air. Homura noticing where to go, tilted his head over to gaze at the direction, altering his posture to slowly change his trajectory, his head barely scratching under a pipe positioned above. He followed behind Pele, quickly catching up to her jog. "I haven't come up with a name yet, for now—" He interrupted mid-sentence to vault over a pipe by his legs, nearly keeping his footing as he landed but immediately regaining equilibrium. "Call me Homura. I can turn things into numerous types of energy." He stated mistakenly leaving out the essential portion of HOW he achieved it. While the trio made their way to the explosion area, Homura began to experiment with thoughts in his head of how exactly they could speed up the process. Homura easily had the means to go into the air, but he doubted he could pass the exam by just traveling there by himself. Furthermore, it would be challenging to find a site to have a proper take-off. Guiding his students from the skies wasn't an option either since it would involve simply too many supplies and coordination. He looked towards both of his peers, wondering if they had any plans.
 
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Things were unfolding as Will had predicted, with Pele and Homura both proving themselves open to the idea of working together for this task. Of course, he could just utilize his quirk to leave them in the dust and reach the goal fastest, but what good would it do him? He might arrive just to find he wasn’t equipped to handle the problem by himself and considering they weren’t directly competing with one another he’d be a fool to pass up on what, at face value, were two particularly useful quirks.

As the trio exchanged words Will maintained his place at the front of the pack, only utilizing his quirk enough to stay there without pulling too far ahead and leaving earshot. By allowing his power to flow along his body and out through the thick rubber soles of his boots he turned them into what were essentially mini treadmills, making running almost effortless provided he kept his balance. The metal jungle proved no problem at these speeds, with plenty of time for Will to consider each minute manipulation of his quirk that he’d need to get round each obstacle. Pipes, fire hydrants, low concrete walls, none of them threatened to stop him.

With traversal on autopilot, he mulled over what his fellow students had said so far. Pele, or Kalama, had neglected to share the exact nature of her quirk but it didn’t take a mastermind to work out it had its routes in fire. She claimed this would make her useful against any other sources of flame they came across, making her invaluable for this task if the towering pillar of smoke was any indication of what they’d be facing. He also noted that her suggestion to use their hero names was a good one, as not only would it lend some more realism to this simulation, but it might earn them an extra point when it came time for them to be marked on their performance. Homura on the other hand had no hero name, but his quirk sounded very versatile. Depending on exactly how and what his quirk affected he may even have the most useful quirk of the three of them. Despite having access to a quirk like that Homura didn’t share any plans he might have to use it, and that caused a pang of worry for Will. He was confident Homura was no idiot, he wouldn’t be here if he was, so perhaps the reason ole skull mask hadn’t offered up any ideas was because he was biding his time and waiting to see what his classmates would bring to the table.

“I’ll go by Hadron for now.” Said Will as he came to a sudden stop, riding the last vestiges of his quirk in a tight circle so he was facing Homura and Kalama as they caught up. “I can use my quirk to get us there much faster than our current rate, but it’s not going to be easy in an environment like this.” He paused for a moment, considering the best way to get from A to B. “My quirk lets me induce movement in objects. If you two stay close to me we could ride my quirk through this mess and be there in no time.” What Will was failing to tell the others was how confident he was in his idea; he’d never tried to move more than one person at once and certainly not at the speeds he’d be attempting today. The two of them would probably be fine, provided neither of them suffered from motion sickness.
 
AN EXPLOSIVE START
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Interactions: William Graves ( Foster Foster ) (Hadron) / Homura Nakazo ( grudge grudge ) (Homura)
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Location: Rescue Simulation Grounds, I.H.A Campus​


"I haven't come up with a name yet, for now— Call me Homura. I can turn things into numerous types of energy." - Homura Nakazo (Homura)
She side-eyed him for a second as they ran, before returning her gaze to the distance. She assumed the wannabe heroes that had managed to get into I.H.A had already graduated from highschools that had hero courses, and therefore had a chance to choose a name for themselves already. 'Maybe he's on a similar boat as I am.' Pele thought as she found herself staring at how Will ran almost effortlessly. 'I was given this hero name though...so I guess its much harder finding the right one on your own.'

With that vague description of Homura's quirk, Pele thought that it was best to just see what he meant in action; it sounded far too powerful already, and she hoped for the best that he had a decent control of it already. Having an unstable usage of a quirk would just add to the emergency, and she knew that far too well.

“I’ll go by Hadron for now.” - William Graves (Hadron)

Pele eventually slowed to a stop as well, chest lightly rising and falling as she placed a hand on her hip to aid her composure.

“I can use my quirk to get us there much faster than our current rate, but it’s not going to be easy in an environment like this. My quirk lets me induce movement in objects. If you two stay close to me we could ride my quirk through this mess and be there in no time.” - William Graves (Hadron)
"Seems like both of you got complex quirks, huh?" Pele couldn't help but chuckle a little. "I don't mean any offense, 'course! I'll just have to trust you two can handle yourselves." She glanced past Hadron and spied a group of shadows running but they weren't heading to the direction of the billowing smoke. Perhaps there was another situation somewhere? Either way, Pele planned to stick to one before tackling another -- she knew her limits and her ability to prioritise.
However since this was ultimately a simulation, a small part of her couldn't take it deathly seriously in comparison to the "real deal".

"If you know what you're doing, I'm all for speeding ahead. But just so you know..." Pele raised a brow at Hadron, "I can melt the obstacles ahead of you, if it makes it easier. Just mind the falling droplets of lava though." She tapped a finger on a medium sized crater by her elbow, exposing a currently tamed pool of magma.
 
"Hardon and Kalama, huh? Looks like I'm the only one who hasn't come up with a good hero name," Homura mused, slowly coming to a stop and leaning forward, propping himself up by putting his hands on his legs as he recovered his breath. Even if it was just as fundamental as naming, he already felt like he was being left behind. "Ah...this plus getting flung into the classroom like a baseball is going to make me turn into an outcast..." He murmured to himself, but Will's notion of using his quirk to speed through the course was the only possible difficulty being the chaotic environment surrounding them. However, even then, the man felt certain that he could get them all through the course. On the surface, this wasn't an issue. Getting to the place faster than any of them could achieve was definitely wonderful, although, to Homura, it didn't feel right. This was a test to prove their heroics, and depending on one person's peculiarity to fix the issue wouldn't do honour to what they could actually achieve.

He thought whether there was a way he could use his quirk in conjunction with Will's to assist the process, and it seemed that Kalama had the same idea as she supplied an idea of how she could use her quirk to help. Her idea instantly turned Homura's face into an expression of discontent, even if it was impossible to see it from behind his big metal mask. "With all respect, you using your quirk in that way is dangerous," He remarked, crossing his arms. "We're surrounded by diverse facilities and structures. If this was a genuine event, we wouldn't know what melting anything could produce in response. Heating up the wrong pipe might create an explosion, or melting a wall could release a hazardous gas. It's way too risky to other people, disregarding ourselves," Homura replied simply, fixing the cuffs of his gloves. He didn't intend to bring Pele down. He noted the scenario as he saw it. Though, her suggestion wasn't the only one he had difficulties with, as he turned to Will. "As for you utilizing your quirk to bring us along with you, I'd prefer not. I appreciate your offer, but there's nothing to gain if I were just to glide along your coattails," Homura addressed him, to the point while trying to be respectful.

Surely there must be a way to employ everyone's strengths while clearing the ahead difficulties in a way that would act as a proper illustration of what they were capable of. He crouched down where he stood, his tattered cape scraping across the ground as he rested his fists against the pavement. He scanned the environment around, not uttering a word as he tried to put anything together in his thoughts. As his eyes drifted over the surroundings, he focused on the region that sat behind them. There was a tiny amount of space between the entrance to this field and when the actual buildings. It wasn't much, but with that space, he might possibly—- no, there wasn't enough depth to go at the angle, plus it would need him performing too many things at once...unless?

His gaze flashed between Will and Pele as he gently stood back up, stretching his arms. "I have a means for us to get into the air and launch right at the objective securely, if you two are ready to cooperate. I'll need both of your abilities to do it." He continued, turning around to face them both, "I offer a simple but useful tactic, a slingshot." He explained, holding out a palm. He could explain further, but he wanted to be sure they both were eager to hear him out before he started.
 
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Will’s first lesson at IHA was that there was way more discussion involved in hero work than he’d imagined. When watching teams of heroes on TV they always seemed to act as a single unified force, a hivemind that could draw on the strengths of the individuals that it was composed of like they belonged to a lone hero. 'Act without thinking' and all that.

As he stood within the sprawling concrete jungle with Homura and Pele it was becoming increasingly clear to Will just how far the gap between them and the pros really was. He’d puffed his chest out a little and given Pele a nod when she’d asked if the boys were able to handle themselves, and was all aboard the ‘melt everything in their path’ train until Homura decided to be a stick in the mud and poke holes in the idea. Now he was simply listening, arms crossed over his chest as he considered the perspectives of his two classmates. Despite sharing a common goal in reaching the fake disaster they each had a different set of values they were trying to uphold. Kalama was treating the scenario as if it were only that, a test, free from the restraints that would bind them if this were for real. Will respected the practicality in that and was tempted by her offer to melt away obstacles in their path so they could make a beeline for the smoke but Homura was right to point out that a real city would have obstacles that would stop them from being able to do so. Homura’s perspective seemed to be based on taking this as seriously as possible, pretending that the simulation was a real event. While this might net them some points in the performance review it would certainly hold the trio back, stopping them from completing the exercise as swiftly as they might do otherwise.
“Sorry Pele but he’s right, there’s a good chance we’ll lose points for property damage if we let you go full Krakatoa.” Admitted Will, eying up the pool of magma that sat dormant in Pele’s arm. It would be interesting to see just how devastating she could be with that quirk, but there was a time and a place for everything.

Compromise then. It was the only way that Will could see everybody getting out of here satisfied with their own performance, and for them to net as many points from the teachers as possible.

He studied Homura from behind the reflective safety of his yellow goggles as his classmate hunkered down, apparently lost in thought. Tiny movements of his head gave away that he was examining the area, eyes probably darting around behind that intimidating helmet. Will had been a little miffed that Homura had been so quick to turn down a free ride to the objective, but he wasn’t so sore about it that he was going to turn down whatever plan Homura was concocting out of spite. Best to hear him out first at least.
After a few moments of silence, he popped back up and pitched his idea to use all of their quirks to form some kind of slingshot. On paper that could work, but considering the fact Homura only had basic knowledge of both Will and Pele’s quirks it was yet to been seen how much of his plan was based on assumption.

“Guess I shouldn’t be surprised that the human missile wants to launch us at the objective.” A smirk tugged at Will’s lips, unable to ignore the comedic element of all this. He shoved his hands in his jacket pockets, meeting Homura's gaze to show that despite his comment he was serious about this. “I’ll hear you out though, might be worth a shot.”
 
At being labeled a 'human missile' again, a cold sweat went down the side of Homura's face. "Please tell me that I won't have to deal with that nickname past today," He thought, losing attention temporarily. He cleared his throat, turning around and pointing to two nearby pipes, neatly arranged perpendicular to each other. "I can use my quirk to make a slingshot in between those two pipes, but there's two huge impediments that come with it," He raised a finger as he began to explain, "The first difficulty is momentum, pulling back on the slingshot far enough to launch us would be hard, we'd have to battle against it's force the whole way. However..." He pointed towards Will, "With your quirk that issue gets neutralized. If your quirk works way I think, you could use your increased movement to not only pull back the slingshot, but boost our launch as well," As he explained, he trailed his finger along the scene to show their way forward. Of course, there was another significant difficulty in his plan that he hadn't addressed yet, but it made evident when his finger came to point squarely at the mess of metal and machinery that sat right in the middle of the slingshot's planned trajectory. "Now comes the second issue, height. Without any method to launch ourselves higher we're just going to either get clotheslined or slammed into a wall or pipe," he continued, pointing to Pele, "That's where you come in. While I disagree with melting through everything to get to our destination," He paused, crossed his arms, "I have no issue with controlled and deliberate destruction."

Turning to face the path forward once more, he positioned his fingers like a picture frame, focussing on the tangled chaos of connecting pipes and steel bars. "So long as were careful, you should be able to use your quirk to safely melt all the metal into the crude shape of a ramp, from there I'll use my quirk to cool and solidify it. From there all we would have to do is propel ourselves into the air." He turned around to face both his fellow classmates, tapping the side of his colossal metal mask, "From there, handle any trajectory changes and landing to me. I'll figure it out....probably!" He stated. So long as he could scrounge some items to cram into his mouth in the air, it wouldn't be too much difficulty securing their landing if he thought quickly on his feet. However, if he was lucky, they may perfect their launch, making it so he just had to worry about landing. But that was unrealistic. While he began to think of ways to get the three of them to adjust their movement in the air and the safest route to land, he paid attention to Pele and Will, seeing if they had anything to say about his plan. It wouldn't work if they weren't all fully on board, that was for sure.
 

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