Fandom The U.A Disaster: Hero High School Scandal

[MissyMystery]

The news outlets are abuzz on each channel after the development of the most recent super hero school scandal. After a student with a dangerous combination of super powers is expelled, a super powered school teacher, known as Nitropalm, is hailed as a hero for thwarting her attempt to destroy the facility. Although much of the schools training ground is damaged in the process, Nitropalm protected the students and staff before the student reached the academic and dormitory buildings. Unfortunately, the student named Magenta Parker (Super Hero Alias: Metallimotion), managed to evade arrest and despite the educators best efforts, escaped. The public is urged to leave capture to professionals, as Metallimotion was born with two dangerous quirks; the ability to control and manipulate various metals, but also to produce various dangerous substances and chemicals by crying in different states of emotion. The media storm is ablaze with updates as a beloved retired hero, ChicLady, is killed while working with Nitropalm to capture the rogue student. Two citizens are also found dead, both having been burned alive. Traces of Nitroglycerin are found at the scene, the same substance that Metalimotion can produce with tears in a fit of rage.

Metallimotion's whereabouts are unknown but she's be labeled as a serious risk to the population and a hefty reward has been placed on her head that both hero and villain alike thirst over. The family with which she lives, who took her in from the streets, have renounced her and Nitropalm who stopped her attempt to destroy the school, has made a public statement about her behavioral issues, which started to occur around the time she lost her parents, Crybaby and Ironfist to an unknown villain. He thanks the public for their kindness, but states he was only doing his job when he stopped her, and requests that the public do not engage in combat.

Metallimotion is a second year student with a preliminary license to practice her quirks, although that license has been revoked, this information is given to the public in order to give them some understanding of her abilities. Images of the damage to the training field are released, showing a grave yard of bent metal and potent acid damage burning through various building materials. Although the school buildings were not affected by the attack the damage to the training field is extensive. Metallimotion is not one to be trifled with.
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Several weeks pass after the incident with Magenta Parker, after the initial media storm and parental panic settles, Principal Nezu of U.A has decided to reopen the doors and continue lessons. Magenta has yet to be found or to turn herself in, although Nezu is concerned, he has heightened security and provided round the clock patrols to keep students and parents alike at ease. The students are welcomed back to campus to continue classes and return to their dorms. Nezu is optimistic and glad to have students back to campus, even standing at the front entrance of the main academic building to greet them as they enter. Mr. Hirota, second year teacher however, is less enthused. He stood in his class leaning against the white board with a cup of lukewarm coffee in hand. Calmly, he heated his cup using a controlled release of heat from the palm of his hand. What a farce, clearly the students wouldn't be safe here at U.A. Not with a monster on the loose. His eyes gazed at her empty desk, it would stay that way, Mr. Hirota vowed he would keep it that way. He was no hero, that much was clear, but this position was important to him. He peered up at the clock which ticked away above the entrance to the class room. Any moment now, his students would be pouring in ready to get back to work and forget about the regrettable events from days earlier.

The sunlight poured in from the open windows, a breeze wafted in bringing in the scent of autumn air. He grimaced, setting down his mug and closing each window before pulling down the white plastic roller shades. The outside setting would be far too distracting to students, especially with construction going on in the training grounds. He crossed his arms and returned to his original position. The ticking of the clock was soon overpowered by an overwhelming hum of the excited and chatty student body. Laughter of friends reunited and endless gossip of adolescent nonsense. Clearly, they forgot themselves in the days away from school. If these were his students he'd make them remember their reason for being here. Childhood was far behind them, and though he understood the need to let loose and enjoy a laugh to relieve stress, but they were also here for a serious reason. To be next generation of super heroes.

He would get them back into shape and ready for the oncoming week of lessons and events. Incidents like that of Magenta Parker were all too common in the real world. They had to be prepared. They would be prepared. He would make sure of it. He clenched his fist, like his fingers were gripping that thought like a promise. Again, he looked towards the ticking clock, waiting for his students to enter.

 

[Marzopup]

Elizabeth's quirk, among other reasons, was a curse for someone that tried to keep to herself. A keen sense of hearing made it impossible for her to ignore the chattering of other students around her, as much as she wanted to; the same name seemed to keep repeating itself periodically on all sides of her in the hallway.

Magenta. Maggie. Parker. Metallimotion. Different names, all for the same person. There was a sort of uneasy buzz, especially in class 1-A when it happened; and not only because Magenta had been in their homeroom. They were class 1-A, successors to the class 1-A of Izuku Midoriya, Shoto Todoroki, Katsuki Bakugo. With their departure there was a shadow left behind for the next incoming class to fill, and not one that they had yet been able to. It wasn't entirely fair, since their class had not had a League of Villains to fight or a hero killer on the loose. But they were in shadow, all the same.

Elizabeth did not feel the pressure nearly as much as the others in her class at UA. She'd transferred to UA and took the exam to start her second year at the school, having still lived in Germany when those crises had taken place. She didn't know any of that class nearly as well as class 1-A did. She merely knew them by their preceding reputations.

As it was, she just wanted to focus on getting through school, and live up to her own expectations rather than the expectations of anyone else. And that started with trying to move on after what had happened. She wasn't friends with Magenta Parker, per se, but they were friendly acquaintances. They'd been paired up together for exercises, she'd offered her extra help in training, she'd sat at the same lunch table as Elizabeth. The idea that she could have done something so atrocious made Elizabeth physically ill, and seeing the crime scene photos every night on the news didn't help. Elizabeth closed her eyes, trying to block out all of the background noise, and shutting her locker. She took a deep breath, turning, opening her eyes again, and walking into her homeroom for the start of the day. She stopped when she saw her homeroom teacher, bowing slightly.

"Good morning, Hirota-sensei," she stated politely, before straightening up and walking to her seat.

 

[Rusty of Shackleford]

Michael didn't have a good night. His psychic abilities tended to give him extremely intense dreams, both good and bad. He'd been taking medication to stop dreams all together, but he'd recently stopped for various reasons. He wandered into UA, yawning as he pulled his uniform closer to him. He tended to blend into the crowd, the teenager even bumping into a fee people on accident. He seemed to be completely out of it today, like most. He was thinking a lot. About...stuff. About Maggie, about the nature of his powers, and even the nature of his existence. He was created to be the perfect hero, but even then, the best of them fell. What if he fell? He could potentially topple a nation with a thought. Could he even stop All Might? That thought scared him. He sighed, rubbing his eyes as he made his way to class. He took a seat, putting his face down on the desk as he caught up on some sleep.

Peter was currently in his studio, slowly painting his recent work. He despised modern art, as it was simply style over substance. It had no purpose, conveyed no emotion. To him, any art, no matter it's form, is good as long as it has a purpose. Even if it's to simply entertain, then it's a success in his eyes. His current work was a personal one. It was of himself, during his prime, disessembling a watch, a metaphor of how it seemed as if he controlled his own fate, his own time. He sighed, looking out of his window to think. He hoped Michael would be better than him. Much better. That he would grow up to be the man that Peter wished he could have been. The old man sighed, going back to painting to pass the time.
MissyMystery

 

[MissyMystery]

Mr. Hirota acknowledge Ms. Sharp with a subtle head nod. His eyes locked upon and followed her as she was the first to take her seat. He looked down at his student files, sitting neatly on his desk, expecting who would return, and which were taken out of U.A due to concerned parents, but he had not worried about losing Elizabeth. He could honestly say he was glad to have her back in class, she was reserved and kept to herself from the moment she transfered in. Her quirk was one that caught his immediate interest the moment he first read her file, an interesting quirk for sure, not unlike that of the Lycanthropy Myth. Her abilities were just as interesting, but what was more, Mr. Hirota found that he never had trouble telling her to listen in class, or to pay attention, and although he understood the danger behind her quirk, he was positive that she would gain total control of her limitations with proper teaching. Mr. Hirota returned his attention to the entry way, sipping his coffee from his U.A Alum mug... not his of course, but one he'd taken from the teachers lounge. The clock ticked away like a healthy heartbeat, the proof that time was a living thing that moved forward, grew and changed much like the human race. He sighed, his eyes now following Mr. Whitton as he took took his seat.

Whitton wasn't necessarily a bad student, but he was unimpressive, especially for a student meant to accomplish and take over the responsibilities of the well respected Hero Proctor. The kid worked hard, he was passing for the most part, but Hirota couldn't help but feel like the kid had better places to be, than Hero School. A few more students shuffled in and took their seats, as chatty as ever, and the bell echoed across the building. He walked to the entry way and closed the door, late students would need tardy slips as per the usual. He heard her name. That name. "Yes, Yes. How thrilling the events were behind the Metallimotion Incident. Please keep in mind, she is not one to admire. She is a dangerous person, with dangerous quirks, and she is still on the loose. You'll do well to understand that." He looked around the disgustingly empty room. So many students gone. Only four currently filled the space. Only one seemed to deserve the time of day as she understand his demand for respect in the classroom.

He slowly walked towards Mr. Whittons. Michael, arms folded behind his back, looking entirely disgruntled. He stood over him for a moment, and looked over his watch. Finally he clenched his fist, and brought it down heavily onto the empty desk in front of the sleeping students. "Mr. Whitton. Does my classroom look like your bedroom at home? You must have been so excited to return to my class, that you were up all night in a tizzy." Although he sounded stern, his voice did note raise, he did not shout or sound aggressive. His voice sounded much the same as his regular speaking voice. "As glad as I am to see how thrilled coming back to school is, I will have to ask you to refrain from nap time until you return to your private dorm room. You're not in pre-school anymore, Mr. Whitton. I hope you come to understand that my time is worth your conscious state of mind." He patted the boys shoulder, his palm slightly heated. Mr. Hirota returned to the front of the classroom.

"I have a few things to discuss, now that you're all here." He glanced at the four students, familiar faces with futures ahead of them. Well. Most of them. "You now have a curfew. You should return to your dorms strictly after supper at 7:00 P.M. Sharp. If you see, or hear about a sighting of the fugitive student, you are urged to report it to the nearest U.A Official. As the training grounds were heavily damaged, we will be training off campus, I'm sure you all enjoyed your time off. I hope you kept up with your training, because we're going right back to where we left off. When training off campus, you will be partnered. You are required to stay with your partner at all times. Although you all have your provisional's by now, a feat. I am both proud of and impressed by, I will have to respectfully request that you do not engage in combat off school grounds without express permission or guidance from a U.A Official or Responsible Adult Hero. All off-campus excursions will be monitored and chaperoned by yours truly. If you don't like it, too bad. This is the new routine. Please retrieve your hero suites and prepare for Hero Training." He picked up his coffee and reheated it with his hands as he sat down at his desk to wait.

 

[Marzopup]

Elizabeth listened with a slight tilt of her head, though she flinched slightly when Mr. Hirota banged his fist on the desk, quickly recovering with the same serious expression she always had. Elizabeth did feel bad for Michael; he seemed perfectly nice, and he didn't strike her as lazy or inconsiderate. But Mr. Hirota's strictness never bothered him, nor did the new curfew rules. She had lived her entire life on army bases, with curfews, and as the daughter of one of the highest ranked officers to boot. Her entire life had revolved around structures and rules and schedules, UA being no exception--and she was perfectly okay with that. When he announced that they needed to grab their uniforms, Elizabeth stood and quietly walked toward the closet.

Finding a uniform was difficult for her. Luckily, the support students had jumped at the challenge, wanting to be the person to solve it. How exactly was one supposed to create a uniform for someone that fit her both as a human and as a giant wolf animal? In the end it had been so difficult that Mei Hatsume, a third year, had stolen it from the first years. She'd yanked Elizabeth out of the lunchroom and spent an hour poking, prodding, and measuring, thoroughly blind siding Elizabeth to the point that she had no idea at first what was even happening to her--until the next day Mei had popped up next to her locker, scaring her half to death, and presented her new uniform proudly.

It involved being able to read biometric markers that indicated her transforming and expanding its mass accordingly. Elizabeth had tried to follow along with the explanation she'd been given and failed; all she knew was that, if she turned full-on wolf, it became bigger without being uncomfortably tight like spandex, and even had built in mechanisms for soothing the sore muscles and pain that happened if she suppressed her quirk. Mei had even made sure to give it the camo military soldier theme she'd wanted, and her name on a patch on the front: The Howling Commando Hero, War Dog.

It wasn't the fanciest name, but it suited her.

 

[Eagershadow3]

Ugumori had a busy morning taking his younger siblings to their respective schools. It's been a while since he's taken them all. Ever since moving into the dorms at U.A. Ugumori hasn't had any time at home. At first he was stressed out that he wasn't there to help out around the house, but after seeing them well it put him at ease. With some financial aid from U.A. Ugumori was able to quit his part time jobs and focus on school which led Ugu to having more free time, and Ugumori really hates having free time. Though in due time Ugumori turned free time into training time. Considered a 'Dark horse' during his first year Ugumori went barelly passing the entrance exam to making it to the semi-finals in the sports festival.

But right now Ugumori was running late for school, quite literally actually. Sprinting through the main gate and then through the front door Ugumori nearly slid past the front desk, but he was quick to get his tardy pass amd head for his class his hand freezing inches away from the door handle. Throughout their break Ugu had suppresed his thoughts about what happened with Magenta, trying to forget abou this guilt. Ever since their second year started he knew something was different about her, from her failing grades to her lack of confidence when it came to her quirk. It wasn't like Ugumori really paid that much attention to her. She was just one if his classmates and Ugu's just really good at noticing the small stuff about a person. Though that didn't stop his guilt, should he have said something to her? Could he have have done anything in the end? This guilt gnawed at his heart like a festering beast and he couldn't get those thoughts out of the back of his head.

Shaking the thoughts out of his head Ugumori opened the door looming over to Mr. Hirota, "Sorry for being late Sensei," he said, placing the tardy note on the teachers desk before quietly going to his desk.

 

[MissyMystery]

Mr. Hirota occupied himself with preparing for the off campus excursion, as well. He began packing several items from his desk into a leather suitcase, which stood out only due to the moderately sized purple N stitched into the side. A gift, no doubt, from a student in the past. Long since graduated, perhaps or from a different school district even. He wasnt one to discuss details kf his private or past life, even if the students had asked in curiosity. Magenta had been one of those students. Mr. Hirota often had to scold her for being overly enthusiastic. Idle conversation was not always needed or welcome. He severely disliked when she would ask him things about himself. Nosy child. Too overly friendly.

Truthfully, it had given him something to think about. It was important to live in the now, as Magenta certainly understood. But life was fleeting. Anything could happen at any time, and in the blink of an eye, years would pass, and people with cease to be. Future hero's needed to understand that. He looked forlornly at the ragtag crew of students. There was potential here. But not enough maturity. He opened his mouth to speak, but the entry door squeeked open as a fifth student came into the room.

He looked at the clock and released a heavy sigh. "Ah, Mr. Renzo. So glad you could join us. We were just preparing to leave you behind for hero training. Please gather your suit. Our bus is waiting." He shut his suitcase and locked it tight. "Miss Sharp, please fill Mr. Renzo in on the new rules and guidelines. Mr. Whitton, and you two over there," he said to the two chatty girls who had gotten their suits and stepped into the nearest corner to continue their gossip, "look alive. We're off to the temporary training ground."

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The training ground was more of a dumping ground. By the looks of it, it had gone unused in several decades, leaving the area to vagrants and illegal dumpers similar to the beach. Various items were left to decay and rust in the sunlight, it was chaos. But perhaps, this would be a better setting.

"Very well," Mr. Hirota called out over his students, his voice not much louder than normal. "Today you will gather in teams. Hidden in this wasteland of junk and grime, are multiple 'dummy citizen's'. These dummy citizens are well buried. It is up to you to find, and rescue them. You have two hours, use your abilities to your advantage. You two there, you are the villains. You created this mess, find and capture the dummies to take as your prisoners.

"Hero's, that's you three," he said speaking to Renzo, Whitton & Sharp, "amongst the rubble you are working to not only rescue the citizens, but also save the ones captured. The team with more dummies at the end of the next two hours will receive a higher score. The losing team will stay after hours for strategy training. And be aware. You never know what else may have been buried in the rubble!"

 

[Marzopup]

Elizabeth nodded. "Yes sir," she said. It was one of those habits her father had instilled in her that had gotten her into trouble as a child--she got made fun of a few times for calling her teachers 'sir' or 'ma'am.' She even called her father sir. It never seemed like a big deal to her. She looked at Ugumori. He was a perfectly friendly individual, another one of those people that she was friendly with but not really friends with. She fell in step next to him as they walked toward the bus.

"Good morning, Ugu," she said politely. "Sensei said that our new curfew will be seven o'clock after dinner," she explained, "and we will be required to stay with partners when we're off campus for training." She paused for a moment. "He also stressed that we should not try and confront...Magenta, if we see her, and find a teacher immediately."

Elizabeth got on the bus. She had debated for a moment on whether or not to use her name--she wondered if it was wrong, if she had forfeited the right to it after what she had done. But no matter what, Magenta had been their friend and classmate. Pretending that wasn't the case wasn't right, either. It served as a reminder for Elizabeth of how easy it was to go down that path. And with how dangerous her own quirk was, that was a reminder she did not take lightly. She sat down and looked out the window, silently watching the world rush by outside the window until they reached the training ground.

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The dumping ground made her somewhat uneasy. The smell of decaying trash and rust was rather strong--too strong for someone with such a strong sense of smell. Elizabeth's uniform came with a mask she could pull up over half her face just for that kind of problem, and she did so, trying to breathe through her mouth as she got off the bus and stood at attention waiting for instructions.

Her shoulders raised a little; she liked challenges like these, her senses making her good at them. She'd considered dedicating herself to search-and-rescue work after UA, in fact, since it was a career path that made her less likely to have to use the full extent of her quirk in combat. It was a far more comfortable option for her. Elizabeth nodded curtly to their teacher before turning to look at the others. She put her hands behind her back.

"I can see if I can track down the civilians with my sense of smell," she said. They'd worked with these dummies before; she was familiar with their scent. "Michael, I assume you'd be faster than me at moving debris with your quirk, and Ugumori, you can use your quirk to try and slow down the other team." She paused for a moment. "...of course, that's entirely dependent on what you think of my idea, obviously," she added.

 

[Eagershadow3]

"Sure thing sensei," Ugumori replied, standing up from his desk and walking over to pick up his hero suit and looking over to Elizabeth as she approached him. "Mornin' Elizabeth," He replied, giving her a friendly smile. Like everyone else Ugumori was friendly with Elizabeth, her serious and strict nature contrasted with Ugumori's more laidback and dorky personality, but that never really bothered him. Being infatuated with foreign music he always wondered if Elizabeth knew the bands that he was into, though he assumes that she wouldn't like them (*Cough* Power Metal *Rock*), so he hasn't really asked her about it. "ah a curfew," he noted sounding somewhat annoyed "and an early one at that," he continued, saying the last part in a grumble. When Elizabeth mentioned Magenta he didn't really say anything, just a nod. The curfew wasn't that bad, but Ugumori knew if he met Magenta again then he would throw that rule out the window instantly. Maybe it was because of his guilt or sense of duty? The world may never know.

Spoiler: Ugumori's Suit

Stepping off of the buss and examining the dump that they've well "Dumped" them into Ugumori was a tad bit speachless. He understood that the garbage would simulate actual ruble during a calamity, but doesn't U.A. have other training grounds? Eh there's really no point in thinking about it, the faster they get trough this the faster they can get away from this smelly dump. On the way there Ugumori had slipped into his hero suit, which was made up of a sleeveless body suit with translucent fabric on the outside of his legs and on his upper back to let as much light in without showing too much skin (Though Ugumori is kinda embarrassed at how much skin he's showing already). His shoulders are bare but he does have some long glove/sleeve things with what appears to be bulbs on them, these bulbs can be used as a sort of flashbang if Ugumori poured his energy into them. Of course he has to be careful not to also flash bang himself while using them. Other than that the suit has a half mask that covers Ugumori's lower face, it has no real meaning except it looks cool. One gripe though is that the suits kind of tight, but you can't get everything right, but for now it's a fitting costume for The Solar Hero: Helios.

Now enough describing clothing, let's get back to the present. Now a search and rescue practice, seems good enough to ease everyone back into the swing of things here at U.A. Listening to Elizabeth's plan Ugumori nodded in agreement, "I was thinking the same thing," he said before glancing over at the other group, "The other team will be thinking the same thing, but unlike them we have an extra person," he continued while looking back and Elizabeth and Michael. "Though I'll be at a disadvantage going up against them alone, but I don't think it'll be a problem. Guerrilla tactics should work fine and I'll try to rescue any dummies that they have. If you guys need any help don't be afraid to call me, kay?" He finished, giving the two a dorky smile.

 

[Orikanyo]

"HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRAAAAAAHHHHHH!!"

A young man on a bicycle was hurtling down the road, pedaling like a mad man to get to the dump in time. Each breath somewhat raspy from beneath the face mask he had on his face, each ten pedals accentuated by a loud sneeze(Which subsequently put a rather large hole in the clouds above him), or a loud oomph filled roar. Just minutes ago he had dragged his arse to school, having gotten a doctor's note to say he was fit to attend even if he had abit of a cold left over from the break.

"Thats what you get for staying outside in the rain!" said his mother "Can't you just train while under the balcony or something?" said his sister, but they didn't understand! It was the perfect rainstorm! He had to make certain he was sharp again for school! He couldn't let himself fall behind! he... Also kinda wnated to work on looking cool in a rain storm, he had to get his image perfect damn it!

So, with the doctor's note in hand, he had gotten to the school easily enough, just a quick bike ride, but once he got there not only was he informed that the class wasn't here, he was told to head to a god damn dump of all places!!! Well, at least he got his late slip

So now here he was! Putting his weakened stamina to the test trying to race a damn bus to a DUMP!!!

But the finish line was in sight! As he breached the top of the hill he continued pedaling as hard as he can, to go beyond one's limits! That was their goal here at U.A, rain nor shine he would prev ail and get to class on time-

Oh shoot this is abit too fast.

Oh boy oh boy, he should slow down-!

Ah shit loosing controll!

Come on hold it together Hinata!!

The young man came sailing into the dump far too quickly, his coat fluttering in the wind as he zoomed past the three in the hero squad like a pirate themed bullet, smacking the front end of his bike on a stone and sending him sailing through the air and head first into a massive pile of trash. The large pile rumbled from the impact, the man now roughly added to the pile(Rightfully so some might add) he began to struggle and thrash about in his attempts to break free, wrestling with a shape that just didn't seem to let go no matter what he did.

The young man finally surfaced from the ocean of trash, the remnants of a ruined magical girl manga rolling off him like water but not all of the trash escaped being caught upon him,stuck to his arm was a six pack ring that was connecting him to none other than an object of contention in this training session, a dummy, by pure luck and stupidity it appears the young man managed to slam into the pile at just the right angle, somehow get caught in one of those can holders(People really should cut those up before putting em in the trash) and was now rushing back towards his teacher, dragging the dummy by the wrist while waving his late slip in the air.

"Mr. Hirota! I'm here!" he shouted to the man as he finally got up close, fixing the face mask upon his face with abit of a raspy breath. "Sorry for being late, doctor's ACHOOO! visit." the man rubbed his nose on his sleeve, holding forwards the late slip as he tried to shake off his plastic handcuff. The young man looked fit enough, in his suit as usual his nose was clearly red and his eye was only a tad bit tired looking

MissyMystery

 

[Slaggo]

“Of course sir. Thank you for this opportunity! I won’t let you down!” A gleeful voice said, speaking with both excitement and unrefined respect. This voice belonged to a white haired girl, dressed in a forest green skirt, white long sleeve and a button up vest.

This was none other than Charlotte Eveegreen! AKA, The blade hero, Duel Striker!

Currently, Charlotte had just finished an...intriguing conversation with a head principle at UA, principle Nezu. The conversation had lasted most of her morning and was laced with both friendliness and an undertone of seriousness. It WAS about who she would be shadowing as a teacher from now on, afterall.

Mr. Akihiko Hirota....AKA, Nitropalm.

Under normal circumstances the swordswoman wouldn’t mind transferring to be his assistant teacher at all. In fact she would welcome it. She had heard that he was serious and diligent, intending to make today’s students, tomorrow’s hero’s. She respected that mindset, she really did! But...

Wasn’t his class the one where the incident took place?

Leaving the principles office with a smile (which quickly fell as soon as she shut the door), the ivory haired woman began to make her way out to the lot of the school. Lost in thought, she let her feet do all the thinking, taking her to her car.

She was instructed to both continue her learning as a full time teacher and...give extra protection and security to the class. Shaking her head slightly, she let those thoughts tumble out of her head.

Who cares! Right!? She was finally doing something different! Ahhh how exciting! Now she just needed to head over to that temporary training grounds and meet her students and new “boss”. She grinned and nodded to herself with sparkling blue eyes. “I will make the best impression ever!”

And with that she excitedly pressed down on the gas peddle....

....forgetting it was still in reverse and slamming her car right against the tree behind her.

“Um...haha...oops?”

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Yes she may have crashed her car into a tree.

Yes she may have almost hit another car on her way to the grounds.

And yes she may have yelled at someone for cutting her off, only to shrink back because of how old the lady had been.

But she was finally there! At the spare training grounds, which seemed to already be in use by her new class. Nearby was a man of which she could only assume was Mr.Hirota and another man who looked quite old and...piratey. “Is he another assistant teacher? Grrr! I won’t let you steal my job or my treasure!” She yelled to herself, putting her car in park and getting out.

Time to meet everyone!

 

[MissyMystery]

Already Mr. Hirota found himself getting quite the distressingly, nasty headache. If it wasn't enough he lost several above average students since the incident involving Miss Parker, those that he was left with seemed to leave little to desire. If he was being honest enough, Mr. Hirota found himself favoring Miss Sharp for her enthusiasm, passion and respect. She commanded and gave orders swiftly, very much aware that though this was simply training, that this could very well be a real situation eventually. He marked a few notes in flawless cursive handwriting down on his clipboard. Black Ink for general statements, blue for positive notes, red for criticisms, notes he would edit later and hand out with grade reports. Already the paper was filled with red ink. Students names appeared in black, and there were very few sentences written in blue. He could tell they all got far too much freedom in the time they were away from school. He checked his watch to mark the time.

The sudden, and annoyingly, loud sneezing coming from the distance seemed to catch his attention. The voice behind the sneeze was already recognizable, Mr. Hirota counted the seconds on his watch, he took approximately five steps backward, without looking up from his notes, just as it seemed Mr. Shimizu came barreling in from the roadway. Mr. Hirota lifted his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose, as if trying to smooth out the deep divots caused by the thin framed glasses. “Mr. Shimizu, if you insist on ignoring my requests to drive in with a school official, the least you could do is not cause a commotion whilst bursting into my class. Even if it is being held out doors.” He made a few more notes in his clipboard and straightened his tie. He cleared a few specs of grim away from his nice suit and sighed in disgust. “I suppose I'll place you on the villains side with Miss Hubburd and Miss Loper, they took off around that corner over there, or you can go solo, as I feel you would end up doing anyway. Either way; Find more of those," He said pointing to the dummy with his red pen, "keep them hostage until time runs out. Get to work.” As if the encounter with Mr. Shimizu wasn't frustrating in and of itself, now he caught the sound of footsteps. How many students decided to stay?

Mr. Hirota looked up this time from his notes and his eye landed on a young woman walking towards him. Quite peppy, white hair, and interestingly enough, talking to herself. This must be his new assistant. Fantastic. He'd make a mental note to thank principal Nezu for this at a later date. He flipped through his notes. Charlotte Evergreen, a Duel Wielder. Forms bonds with her inanimate objects. Teleports said objects under certain conditions. Mr. Hirota tapped his pen on his clipboard and cleared his throat. “My assumption is that you must be Miss Evergreen. If you're going to learn from me as my T.A, I will at least expect the same of you as I will my students. To be on time. Do I make myself clear?”

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Each dummy was well hidden, buried under discarded items simulating debris. Piles of concrete, housewares, various wooden objects and other various waste products, or hanging up high at the top of several precarious piles. Possibly to simulate falling victims. Nothing seemed terribly out of the ordinary until one walked out far enough. It was a few hundred yards from the start, an odd opening, which seemed to lead into a pile of old demolished cars and various discarded pipes or siding. As though out of a horror movie, it appeared that something burrowed a human sized tunnel and tried to hide the entrance with a few old car parts which had fallen over due to the elements. Although odd, one might think would be a perfect place to hide a dummy unless they had a heightened sense of smell.

The very smell that wafted up from the tunnel was that of a familiar perfume mixed with various other scents including something acidic, and vaguely sulfuric. The smell of blood was also present. But most interesting of all, a handful of silver and purple iron scale mail. Several of the iron bits appeared singed or had specs of blood splattered across them. Signs of a violent struggle. Metallimotion wore very similar scalemail as part of her hero suit, if not identical.

 

[Marzopup]

Elizabeth flashed a small smile at Ugumori. "Will do. Alright, Michael," Elizabeth turned, gesturing with her head. "Let's start going this--"

Her eyes widened when she heard a very loud, very violent crash. She turned, eyes widening when she saw Hinata covered with all sorts of trash--and somehow managed to grab the first dummy before he'd even heard what the exercise was.

"Hinata! Are you alright? Glad you're back." Elizabeth waved at him politely. Hinata was a perfectly nice guy, though Elizabeth found talking to him to sometimes be...difficult. He was loud, which was one of her least favorite types of people. But there was no denying his dedication, and for that she respected him. Hinata seemed busy talking to Hirota-sensei, however, so she decided to refocus her attention on the exercise. Elizabeth stepped away from Michael, holding up a hand.

"Just...give me a sec," she said. "I'll try and get a read."

She judged the direction of the wind, turning her head toward it. She took a quick sniff, then another, then several more in quick succession. She definitely knew there were some civilians closer by. It was just a matter of being able to lock down on one in particular...

There was another sent that hit her, more sharply. An artificial sent like...perfume maybe, and then something acrid, and finished off with iron. Like blood.

Her brow furrowed. There was so much debris on this training ground...probably nothing. Maybe anything.

It was the blood that really bothered her, though. Elizabeth looked back at Michael and pointed.

"This way," she said, choosing to lead them toward a dummy that was in that direction. It was probably nothing...she wouldn't say anything, not yet.

Still, she did want to get a little closer. Just to be sure.

 

[Orikanyo]

Oh boy.

Oh jeez.

He was to be a villain!?

Was this punishment for being late!? he had a slip! he couldn't be punished... Whatever! he could take them all on! Well, most of them all on! he was CAPTAIN STORMBREAKER!! The mightiest captain in all the seas! What was a few puny heroes against him!!? Well, him and his fellows, the two girls who were so stuck up they may as well have iron rods up their arses. he remember argueing with Koko before, their quirks were totally NOT similar!!

Not at all!

Also she totally wasn't cute at all!

CAPTAIN STORMBREAKER needs no such thoughts!

Even if most the class were easy on the eyes, he was the captain!!

Damn it he had to focus and find his compatriots! But first! he had to make his get away! he wasn't foolish enough to just LET these heroes spot him and take his hostage, he worked hard for that hostage!

Raising a hand to the sky he focused his energy upon a low hanging cloud that was above the dump, perfect, flat, wide covering, perfect for his purposes! he clenched a fist and brought his hand down to the ground, hurtling the cloud down with it, immediately bringing a slight chill to the area as it filled with a man made fog! Stifling the senses, and Affecting friend and foe alike. "hah! Looks like I got the upperhand now!' the pirate spoke smuggly... At least until the sneezing fit occurred again.

The man continued on his path forwards, cutting a hole in the cloud for himself to see, thickening the fog all around him like a billowing fog bank. "Hope I can find those two.. And maybe some more of your friends eh?" he motioned to the manikin that was still dragging along. he did find something, a manikin arm, but no body. He couldn't truly say the thing counted, but he figured he could use it somehow, play a trick on the heros to waste time or yea know, just make some hand puns with it. You never lived until you smack somebody with a manikin arm while asking if they needed a hand.

He wondered if he would get extra points for that...

Oh well, he was content with making this dump his foggy territory, he just needed to keep it from floating off and he'll be fine.

... Now...

To find his two classmates...

 

[Slaggo]

Charlotte recoiled slightly at the tone of Mr. Hirota. She stepped back a bit and scratched her cheek with a sheepish look. “Y-yes sir. Sorry sir.” She spoke with a bow directed towards him. As she glanced back up, she smiled once again and glanced around a bit, as if looking for something or someone.

“So umm what are we doing here?” She asked with a sheepish grin and a small nervous chuckle. Charlotte was already intimidated by this man. The same man that resolved the incident not too long ago. Speaking of which, she never really got to meet Mr. Hirota before and was surprised at how...normal he looked.

In all honesty, he looked to be more civilian than hero!

As she politely waited for an answer from her boss, the sudden shift of a cloud caught her attention. She looked up at it and placed a finger on her chin in thought. “Hm?”

Just then, the cloud that she had her eyes on came falling right out of the sky, slamming into the ground with a silent wash of a slightly chilly air. As she watched, her eyes widened from marbles to dinner plates in the meee span of 0.6 seconds.

“M-m-mr.Hirota! T-the...THE SKY IS FALLING!!! What do we do!? What CAN we do!? Ahhh!!!” She placed her hands on her cheeks as she watched he scene unfold, constantly glancing back and forth between the cloudy area and Nitropalm.

 

[Cheshire Coat]

Suga stared at the slip of paper in his hands in total disbelief.
So many thoughts were running through his head, he couldn't process any of them.
"Suga. Sugawara-kun. Are you okay? Do you not want to transfer?"
said his homeroom teacher.
"No, no, I do, I just... thank you sensei. I just wish it didn't have to happen like this."

Transferring to class 1-A, huh? I've always wanted to be in the hero course, but getting the spot because of the whole Magenta scandal? I just wish I could've earned it or something.

He tied back his curly hair as he approached the training area (which looked like a total garbage heap, weirdly enough) with his note of transfer. As he was walking downhill a blur flew past him screaming "SHIT SHIT SHIT" and crashed right into the garbage heap.

"aha- Oh wow, is he okay..? Geez." he asked a stern looking man. "I'm Suga Kaito. I'm a transfer from the standard course, because there was a... vacancy." he offered the slip of paper, and suddenly realized he was addressing a mannequin attached via some garbage to a very confused looking student.
damn my shortness!! come on suga all you had to do was look up!

 

[MissyMystery]

(Sorry Cheshire Coat , but the board is closed to new players)

Mr. Hirota calmly explained that they were in the midst of rescue training, but said no more than a single sentence. Being a hero wasn't always about the glamour, it would not always be a pleasant experience. The training ground, turned dump by the citizens of the surrounding city, was a perfect representation of that. Different smells and dangers lurking around every corner would keep the students on their toes, and of course, they were not in severe danger themselves. He had a close eye on all of them from the current vantage point

He looked at his watch and considered the time they had left. As his teaching assistant began to freak out he wondered how he was blessed to have such a person placed under his watchful eye. As if he didn't have enough to deal with. “Here I was thinking Principal Nezu would have at least given you student files to browse so you could get to know your charges,” he said with a displeased and rather annoyed sigh. He made notes on his clipboard in blue of all colors. The cloud hadn't been very big, but young Shimizu had managed to blanket a good portion of the training ground, his advantage becoming the other's disadvantage very quickly. Without sight they would have to rely on each other, or their senses if they were working alone, and considering young Mr. Whitton had passed out a few moments into the test and was being taken to hospital at that current moment by school officials, that meant Miss Sharp was one of those loners. This would also put Mr. Renzo would be a serious disadvantage due to his abilities being powered by sunlight. Smart move on Mr. Shimizu's end.

“That would be the ability of Mr. Shimizu. There's no reason to panic. Yet.” Mr. Hirota grumbled.

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There was so much sound outside. Footsteps, voices, digging, things tumbling perhaps due to someone climbing the piles. The mysterious being hunched as far back into her heap as was possible, but the pain... She put the top on the candle she had to extinguish the only source of light and comfort she had, the vanilla scent had also kept the stench of the various trash heaps at bay. Magenta Parker, age 16. Quirk: Metal Manipulation & Tears of Various Substance. Alias: Metallimotion, had managed to escape by the grace of god and hid to the very best of her injured ability. She understood, it was only a matter of time before someone found her but people came here often to dump and had yet to do so. If they had.... it would be over. The fight with Nitropalm had taken everything from her. She was sure he had been able to tarnish her reputation without any thought. She moved slightly and covered her mouth the quiet the gasp. Dizziness filled every inch of her head. She laid down on the cold dirt to quell it. Perhaps... if she turned herself in she could explain everything.... But who would they believe? The beloved and well trusted teacher of many years? Or the renegade student with a difficult past year? She fought to keep back the tears, her skin and eyes burned as they developed. She'd cried too much the last few days, and found herself too tired to stop them. She was scared, severely injured and hungry and had no idea how to fix the situation she was in. But she would rest until the man who killed her best friend was behind bars and facing justice, the man who did this to her. She didn't want revenge.... she wanted to continue her studies and be a hero. But alas.... that would be utterly impossible in her current condition and circumstance.

 

[Marzopup]

They'd assured Elizabeth that Michael was fine, which she hoped was the case. It unfortunately left her on her own. Was that a breach of the new rule that required partners during off campus training? Well, probably not, given the circumstances. Elizabeth continued picking her way through the trash.

A fog suddenly enveloped the entire training ground, and she blinked. "Hinata," she groaned. Of course it was him. It was just the sort of over the top theatrical move he loved so much. Ugu might have a bit of a hard time...but with her senses, she'd be fine. Best to focus on her sense of smell to try and get her through the test. The villains already had one civilian, thanks to Hinata, and she needed to get to another.

Well, that and that weird smell she just could not get out of her nose no matter how much she tried to ignore it. Now she was getting a whiff of something else...vanilla? Really? Too strong to just be a candle or something. Someone had been burning it. Someone had just been burning it.

Elizabeth stopped at the top of a rather wobbling trash pile, looking down at the source. It looked like a pile, car parts laying against it. Elizabeth strained her ears. She wanted to figure out if there was someone in there, not just the smell of blood. Perfume, acid, blood, for some reason vanilla? Elizabeth carefully picked her way down as best she could. Stupid Hinata and his quirk was making this harder.

She got closer when she heard the quiet gasp. Actually, no. It could have been the wind, right? But if Elizabeth was asked to bet on it, she would say that someone was in there. Someone who was hurt, if the blood was any indication.

A feeling washed over Elizabeth, one of panic. Acid. Blood. Had Magenta hurt someone else--

Elizabeth had tried to push the thought from her mind. She didn't even want to consider the possibility. But now that her name entered Elizabeth's head, she couldn't get it out. That was the scent of her perfume. Everyone had a distinct smell and that was it.

Elizabeth turned around and was about to run to find Hirota-sensei. She couldn't be too careful--

CRASH!

She was going to kill Hinata for his stupid cloud cover move later.

In her haste she'd stopped being careful about where she was going, falling over the trash pile and making a loud clatter. Magenta--assuming it was her--heard that, no doubt, and know she was there. She'd move. Maybe leave. And then go God knows where. Who knows, maybe she'd even fight them. If the blood was hers, Elizabeth knew very well what happened when people were cornered. Elizabeth was part animal, after all. When she was cornered the feeling was 10 times stronger.

Elizabeth turned back toward the entrance, hands inching up to grab her necklace. If she had to fight, she would. But was she really prepared to break a rule an hour after it was made? Elizabeth was not the rule breaking type.

Knowing her quirk, though, Elizabeth knew there was no way she was going to get away when she could barely see and the entire dump was covered with pieces of large metal.

"...Are you okay?" Elizabeth said, taking a step closer. "Is there anyone in there? Are you hurt?"

She slowly grabbed the piece of metal at the entrance of the pile, and in one swift motion pulled it away.

 

[Eagershadow3]

Making his way through the garbage heap Ugu made sure to be as quiet as possible, knowing that a 1v2 wouldn't go in his favor Ugumori wanted to get the drop on them if anything. Especially now that Hinata joined the fray he could possibly go up against three people, plus Hinata's quirk could weaken Ugumori's.

Which is what was happening right now.

As the blanket of fog enveloped the training grounds Ugu stopped in his tracks and looked around his limited surroundings. Surely this was the work of Hinata and Ugu could already feel that the amount of light he was absorbing was going down (Ugu has a sort of sixth sense that tells him how much light his skin is absorbing), right now his power is probably around 60 to 70% (100% is him being in sunlight). though Ugumori is the kind of guy that looks for the silver lining, with this fog obscuring his vision it probably meant that his enemies couldn't see either with the exception of Hinata, so as long as he stays quiet it would be theoretically easier for Ugu to get the drop on them. Granted they don't find him first. Secondly having his quirk weakened lowered the chances of Ugumori overusing his quirk as having less light makes it easier for Ugumori to regulate his energy, though he still isn't fighting at full power so he'll have to be careful.

So maybe this wasn't all bad.

But for now Ugu needed to focus on being a hero and defeating the villans which he was tailing. Ugumori went in the same direction as Halle and Kokoshi, so he shouldn't be too far away. Freezing for a second Ugumori could hear footsteps nearby, quickly getting lower to the ground he focused on those footsteps. It sounded like there were two people walking, or maybe just one person who takes really small steps really quickly fashion. Though now Ugumori waited for his moment to strike...

 

[Orikanyo]

Hinata was diligent in his work, spreading his cloud out, searching for more "hostages" to add to his collection, but he was kinda surprised what he kept finding in the piles of trash. several still good books, a deactivated landmine(This ones cared the shit outta him when he found it), hell he even found a sealed pristine Midnight pin up! Almost looks like a whole box of midnight related stuff was tossed out in the same box... Guess somebody's stash was found out, a silent prayer for the poor man who lost this...

Well, at least while hes putting away the pin up, can never have to much decoration at the dorm eh? Plus whos gonna say anything? it's HIS room! Plus knowing the proclaimed r rated hero, she wouldn't mind. Hmm... Wait... under the box... AH HA!!!

Another mannequin! it was probably placed there as most would either look away from the box of lewdness or be to distracted by Midnight! Clever ploy! or maybe nobody actually looked inside the box, but HE was a pirate! buried treasure was HIS specialty! Connecting the mannequin to the wrist cuff with the other on it, he continued to snoop for some time, figuring there must be something else worthwhile in this place...

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Now dragging along a old chest he found, yes a literal treasure chest that is now filled with various things he had taken a liking to amongst a mess of mannequin limbs. Hinata was, by far, looking very very pleased with himself. He was always good at scavenger hunts, hes beaten all of his siblings in the easter egg hunts each year running! So finding peop[le and "saveing" them was kinda like a scavenger hunt with more steps involved.

At least here he didn't have to perform any extra steps like the provisional license exam.

Yea.. that exam was absolutly nuts, he ahd to whip out his ultimate tech pretty early in that one, damn well shook up the whole place pretty badly, granted, thats what happens when tornados hit.

But still, people should've expected it coming considering his quirk's effects aren't exactly that subtle. Like hell, look up, oh no a big ass cloud. Hmm, perhaps he should make the terrain worse here? he had his cleats on so he could traverse the enviroment well enough, his coat also protected him from the-

"ACHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!"

His sneeze echoed throughout the dump like a fog horn calling out into the sea, the sound of his dragging treasure chest behind him loud as well... Kinda spooky in the fog actually. he sighed however, and rose his hands up to the second cloud he could muster, smaller one, but it was enough. He squeezed again, causing rain to befall the dump, bringing out unworldly scents of trash and making terrain slick and messy.

He was a weather user, master of sieges and the long battle, he only hoped another cloud came wandering by in time as he didn't want to waste time making one... ooh! Is that a wild wild pussycats fanbook? Ah... Actually perhaps not, pages were stuck together... Hopefully from the rain. "Hmmph... Maybe I can find something about the Dragoon hero, now SHES kick ass! Nothing beats becoming a dragon, nothing, man shes pretty awesome.."the teen sigh before looking over his shoulder for a moment and spotting two shadows in the fog.

"Oi! name yourselves or I'll blast yea away, no heroes allowed here on my watch! Unless thats you Liz, don't go for the face like last time yea salty dog."

 

[Slaggo]

Charlotte sighed in relief at the reassurance Mr. Hirota gave her. She honestly the sky was falling! The "Yet." at the end didn't help ease her worry however as she glanced up at him and then back to the field of dump. She hummed in thought, wondering what he could mean as she crossed her arms. She frowned slightly as she watched another cloud, smaller this time, begin to shed it tears, raining down onto the dump. She wished she could see what was going on in there...

Hey, wait a second...

"Mr. Hirota? Isn't it odd for us to be standing out here and not observing the students inside the dump? Usually we have monitors and cameras but we seem to be missing components here. How are we supposed to grade and judge them if we don't know what's going on?" She asked, pulling out a notebook and pen, scribbling something down. During her question, she scrunched her nose a bit as she attempted to block out the smell of the now wafting garbage smell. What's worse than garbage you may ask? Wet garbage. She would have to thank her new student, Mr. Shimizu was it?

The wind was not too strong but it was still blowing some of the rain their way, and so with flick of the wrist, an umbrella flashed into her hand. This was one of the items she had bonded with. She had transported it from her car into her hand in the matter of seconds, smiling as she opened it up and held it up over herself and Mr. Hirota with a grin. It was never too late to get brownie points, especially since you were late on the first day.

 

[MissyMystery]

Mr. Hirota sighed quite deeply. He took off his glasses and passed them to her. Better than having to speak really. The students were all well. Grainy but decent video surveillance flashed on the glass like little tv screens. His glasses were a gadget, built by the increasingly interesting young woman who spent much of her time in Costume Design. He took them back and placed them back on his face where they belonged. Though there was one thing that concerned him. Elizabeth seemed to stay out of view for the last few minutes, though he was positive wolf-girl would be perfectly fine and was likely digging in a heap to find a dummy or two.

Mr. Renzo was more on his radar at the moment anyway, as he was inches away from capture from Mr. Shimizu, Miss Loper and Miss Hubburd. How intersting. What would solar boy do next?

"Lesson one, Miss Evergreen." Mr. Hirota spoke calmly as he jotted down notes, thoughts and criticisms. "Never expect anything to be the same way it was, when things change."

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“Take it easy Hinata, will you?” Kokoshi sighed, waving her hand in front of her face to push the fog way. It swirled around her with marvelous grace, “We don't need another incident like the provisional licensing exam.” Halle giggled slightly at the comment, hands complete with blue and white pom poms resting on her hips, two mannequins handcuffed on either side. Halle had four in total, whereas Kokoshi had two more slung over her shoulder. “Not that I'm not glad that Mr. Hirota put you on our side but... I can't help but feel you're getting a little distracted?” Her eyes shot to his pile of treasure he was dragging behind him. "we only have so much time, you know?" She bent down to kneel and cupped her hands, entangling her fingers, she nodded towards Halle who did a running jump using Kokoshi's cupped hands as a spring board. With a graceful flip she barreled through the low cloud cover to get a good view of the lay out, performing a trick or two to show off, even if no one would see it. On the way down, she managed to grab hold of a 'falling victim' dummy putting her count at five. Halle handed it off to Kokoshi after making a stunning and well balanced landing. She popped her gum and looked Hinata up and down.

“Did you honestly expect any different from Long John Silver?” She giggled again and headed off in the next direction.

She caught someone thing in the corner of her eye and turned, but saw nothing where Ugumori had just been but the talented dancing fog. She narrowed her eyes, raising her hand to Kokoshi and Hinata and pointing in that direction. Couldn't be too careful if hero's were lurking.

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If the footsteps didn't have her heart racing, the loud crash sure did. Magenta knew she had to move, she had to get out of there and as she placed her hand on the metal to make her escape route, she just could not muster the strength to make it bend. Even if she had what would her next line of action be. She was far from well enough to run, let alone defend herself from any further attacks, or citizens trying to do what they thought was best. Perhaps she could pretend she was dead? Give herself enough time while her captor ran off to get the authorities? She could crawl out and... no no... she wouldn't get far. Indeed. This was it, and if it was, maybe it would be okay. It wasn't until the soft voice spoke that her heart swelled. They might not have been close, not best of friends, she barely knew her in truth, but Elizabeth Sharps concerned question had her feeling at ease. Magenta truly cared for this girl.... maybe she would return the favor. As the metal that closed off her hiding spot was pulled away Magenta couldn't help but feel startled. The sudden light from the outside brightened her darkened hole away from the world. She lifted a hand to cover her eyes as the burst of light was quite shocking, even more shocking though, was how she looked to someone who had yet to see her in the time she had disappeared.

To put it simply, Magenta looked like she had seen the worst of the fight between her and Nitropalm. In face, the palm of the one hand that was lifted towards Elizabeth was horribly burned and blistered and seemed to extend nearly the entire length of the forearm. Several of the blisters had burst and were cracked, dirty and bleeding. As impossible as it was, location and damage would tell experienced eyes that this was a defensive injury. Magenta held up her hand or hands up to brace for an on coming attack. Additionally, Magenta seemed to suffer a broken leg, as she had splinted it with several pieces of metal she'd been able to weld together.

Magenta blinked a few times, trying to adjust her eyes to the light that she had not been able to see in days. Even if it was darker due to the fog, it was still more than she had allotted herself. She put her hand down and looked towards Elizabeth, oh how Magenta wanted to smile. To hug her. For a moment after recognizing Elizabeth's face, Magenta looked so relieved, the tears that welled in her eyes gleamed with a gold hue, yet... Unfortunately.... Elizabeth didn't looking happy to see her, and the relief that had flashed on Magenta's face briefly faded to despair. Her cheeks had sunken, it was quite obvious Magenta hadn't eaten much in the time she was gone. There were painful canals etched into her cheeks from the hours she'd spent crying tears that her skin simply couldn't handle. Her hair was singed and she sported a rather large bruise across the left side of her face that looked to swallow a good portion of her neck and possibly her shoulder. Across her neck was yet another severe burn. The least Magenta could do was to sit up so she could speak to Elizabeth properly... if she could muster the courage before Elizabeth ran off. So she gave it a try, wincing and gripping her left side. Nope. Not a good idea. Ow.

She sighed, “Please. I... I understand... If you need to tell but... please...” Oh god, this was her first time speaking in... god knows how long.” Her voice was hoarse, her throat so dry it caught before she could say another word. It felt like she had swallowed a glass of metal shards and sawdust. Magenta tried to fight it, but her body forced her to cough, and the pain she felt from just sitting still magnified a 100 times over. She gripped her left side trying to provide stability but it didn't do any good. After the fit was over, Magenta looked towards Elizabeth again, a few specs of blood speckled her lips. “I...” she needed to keep speaking. This was her only chance. If she could convince Elizabeth then they could find a hero. But oh everything was spinning. Magenta wanted to puke, not that there would be anything that would come up. It wouldn't be the first time pain made her pass out in the last few days. “I don't know what they're saying... about me... out there.. But... It's not what everyone thinks.... Nitropalm... he's a...” Shit... stars. She wasn't supposed to be seeing those right? Wasn't it day time? Magenta took a few steady breathes. She had to get this out. “Villain.” She pushed out, her lips quivered as she fought to explain as she mustered up every ounce of strength, her words caught, and the once confident girl stuttered as she forced herself to speak out loud. “Recruiting.... Students.... Elizabeth....” Why did talking take so much energy. She'd never known it before. Maybe thats why she felt so fatigued most days. “I.... Said... no....” Her words got slower and slower. Magenta just wanted to sleep. Hopefully what she said, was all that had to be said. No. One more thing. “He's.... Not.... alone Don't.... Don't confront him...” Magenta laid her head back down in the dirt. Breathing soft but breathing. Exhausted, she closed her eyes, hoping against all hope what she said would sound truthful enough to Elizabeth that she would pass it on to the right people. If not.... Magenta wouldn't blame her, At least she told someone..

 

[Marzopup]

Elizabeth took one look at Magenta and immediately realized two things:

The blood was definitely hers.

Elizabeth was definitely not in any danger.

A third thing came to her more slowly. It was...really very difficult for her to muster up anger towards Magenta. She felt it in the logical sense, yes, and that was the sense she usually operated on. The sense that said that villains lied, and she'd seen the news, seen the photos. The sense that said that UA would never be so careless as to allow a villain to infiltrate as a teacher. The sense that made her say that the smart thing to do was to go find Hirota-sensei.

But the emotional sense...

Her quirk relied on her emotions, on adrenaline. And adrenaline happened when you were happy, it happened when you were angry, it happened when you were on a rollercoaster or you got too invested in a movie on TV. Constant monitoring of them had turned her cold on the outside, true, but it came with a distinct advantage: Elizabeth was calm. She could stay rational in even the worst situations, at least for longer than other people would. It was why she was a good leader and why she didn't immediately run as soon as she saw the girl laying half...no...three quarters dead in that pile of trash.

Magenta had been her friend. Maybe not her best friend. Maybe even barely her friend but...she didn't really have any to speak of anyway. As sad as it was, she was probably the closest friend she had, other than the handful of pen pals she'd collected over the years. Magenta was the one that had spoken to her. When she couldn't control her quirk, Magenta had approached her with advice rather than staying out of her way. When their class went for their provisional licenses, they'd stuck together in the same group--because Elizabeth felt most comfortable working with her. It was only now that she realized the impression those small acts of kindness had made on Elizabeth over the few months they'd been classmates.

She knew what her father would do. Go immediately find the superior officer. Follow procedure. Elizabeth took a step back, looking toward the entrance.

"I...I spent almost as much time alone with Hirota-sensei as you did," she said. Which was true. Hirota-sensei had always believed in her, encouraged her quirk in his own serious way, showed her the potential she'd often been unable to see in herself. He'd let her take extra tutoring with her for hours after class to teach her how to control herself. The idea that he could...she shook her head. "And he never tried to recruit me for anything."

She realized that Magenta's eyes were closed and her breathing had slowed.

She knew what her father would do, but he was a solider.

Was she a soldier, or was she a hero? Was there even a difference?

When Elizabeth noticed the blood on Magenta's lips, having not even realized its presence while she processed what was happening, Elizabeth made her choice.

A soldier never left a fallen comrade behind.

A hero never left anyone behind. Period.

"Maggie!" Elizabeth hissed. She crawled farther into the hole, grabbing Maggie. She knew from search and rescue class that it was always a bad idea to move an injured person, but she also learned how to if you were going to. With great care Elizabeth propped her up, her head leaning back against the wall of the tunnel. "Maggie, if you fall asleep, you're gonna die." She said. That was like, rule number one. Coughing blood was internal bleeding, right? She wasn't going to get through that without medical care. Or some good old fashioned quirk magic. "I know this has to be hard for you right now, but I'm going to need you to think happy thoughts. If it helps, I'm willing to hear you out. That has to feel good, right...?"

 

[Eagershadow3]

Well shit it was the villains and all three of them by the looks of it. Hearing them go silent all of the sudden made Ugumori worry, if he was found out then any advantage would be gone in an instant. The slippery terrain made it hard for him to sneak away, but the more Ugu stopped to think the more time he was wasting.

He wasn't going to give his element of surprise up.

Finally using his quirk Ugu formed a round disk under his feet, then reaching out with both arms two blue, flame like hands shot out and grasping onto the ground a good distance in front of him, effectively and hopefully making a makeshift sling shot for Ugu to use. Utility was Solar Powers greatest strength and Ugumori was the perfect guy to use it.

"Here goes nothing," He mumbled before reeling himself in and shooting himself out of his self made slingshot, and thanks to the now slick ground meant that there was little friction to slow down his speed.

Flying past the three Ugu managed to at least grab one of their dummies before his momentum shot him back into the fog. To be honest Ugu was supprised that he actually managed to pull that off... at least for now. Surely those three now know that he's there, and Ugu wasn't sure if he could take all three of them at once, but fighting them head on wasn't his plan. Hopefully he can continue his guerrilla warfare.

(Not sure if I explained it well, but Ugu is basically sliding around on a energy disk)

 

[Orikanyo]

"Oi you two I've been lookin for yea- Long john silver!? the hell!" hinata snapped back like the salty dog he is. "I'll have yea know I got two already, and had the first caught in this whole damn thing! Woulda had more if i didn't keep an eye out for other treasure." he noted as he spotted the gleam of something shiny, but only being a piece of aluminum. He looked voer the two for a moment, man... the Queen bees of the class, sharp tongued but MAN they were...

Wait... what was that noise, sounded like somebody being flung through the air-

And before he knew it, one of the dummies the girl's grabbed was gone, flying off into the fog.

Hinata paused for a moment, then began laughing. "HAHAHAHA! Hows that for paying attention eh ladies!? bets yea get on em or he'll steal all yer booty!" he smirked devilishly as he carved open a path towards the person in the fog, condensing the fog... Then firing it in a large water jet aiming to knock him back to earth for the two girls. "Well? go get em!' and with a small wave he began to walk off once more, abit of a commotion he could hear off in the distance, he didn't much care for being a villain anyways, he'd pass with his points now, maybe he might find more just laying around. He was happy he at least had the good idea to put the manequins into his chest, to much to just snatch away with a quick run and grab!

Plus, just deserts for those two, acting all haughty taughty.

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He walked for a bit of time before stopping atop of a mound nearby a weird hole, he gazed off into the wide fog bank, his head pokeing above the foggy landscape like a fish poking it's head just above the water. "Hrmm... Can't damn well see shit, times loike these it makes yea wish yea had a quirk like Liz's. I'd be able to sniff my way around no problem, like the cute pup she is. well, when shes not trying to bite off your face mind... Wonder where she is... Hope she ain't huntin' me..." the man stated, completely oblivious to the people down below his current perch.

"Pulling this shit so soon after we've come back, teach has to have shit for brains if he thinks we're gonna work hard.. like hell, ease folks back in why don'tchyea, down right a slave driver. at least i got new posters outta this.. maybe I should just shack up and wait for time out.." the young man continued his thoughts out loud, rummaging through his bag for a lollipop, he was lucky enough to have the thing closed before he impacted the trash heap earlier, don't need trash in his trusty bag thats for sure..

He tried getting pulling the wrapper off his his teeth, which didn't seem to work... Frustrated, he let go of his chest to pullit off properly, putting the treat between his lips, only to realize the sounds of his chest and hostages makeing a get away down the slope!

"Oi get back 'ere!!" yelled the young man as he rushed down after the chest, coming to a landing just ifnront of the tunnel where the chest skidded to a stop, thankfully unharmed. "Ugh, thought yea could get away eh? Out right foolish of yea to think you can escape the great captain-" he paused as he looked behind him down the tunnel, spotting Liz of all people with....

Oh...

Oh god...

"...Uhh... hey..."