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[GrieveWriter]

Lana Del' Rize
Location: Sakura High- Obstacle Course ==> Sakura High
Interaction/Mention: pbtenchi Captain Lycanroc Natural Flavour PlusUltra
Lana merely gave a nod at Edzan's comment, she knew it had to have been coming. Despite literally having a deformed body that basically acted as a swiss army knife of maneuverability, that very same swiss army knife was undoubtedly a pain in the ass when it came to certain moving conditions. Folding her arms, she turned her attention to the course while grumbling a bit. Lana supposed she should be grateful, she found her performance painfully average. Painfully average doesn't get you anywhere in a class like this, it get's you nothing but shame and embarrassment. Luckily for her, Lana was adept in both of those fields. Slowly but surely, she began inching away from everyone else as the group of students beside her began increasing.

Tightening her arms, she tried focusing on the course. Not much to see, plenty of them being just as average as expected, struggling here or there or just making a fool of themselves like Alice. By the time everyone was done Lana was practically begging for class to be over so she didn't have to suffer the proximity of such miscreant failures. But she would hold strong, she had to.. for Maize. Thinking of her idiotically optimistic smile made Lana crack one of her own, yet it quickly evaporated as Paris finally managed to catch up with them. Lana had forgotten that she was even missing. Hadn't she been sent out before they even started the obstacle course..? Yes, and now she would get a pass because of her pitiable exterior.

Paris's turn on the Course was a fumbling mess that Lana couldn't help but smile at. Every trip, every stumble, every embarrassingly awkward pause was cataloged and enjoyed to its fullest extent. It was almost as good as Miles getting football kicked... almost.

By the time Paris was dragging herself over to them, Edzan began speaking about something that Lana couldn't have expected. Payment..? He was willing to pay them just to behave and follow orders? Lana had to do a double-take before casting her glare over the rest of her classmates. Had they really been such a general menace that he felt the need to bribe them into behaving? No... no that couldn't be it. This was all pre-made... did he just expect them to be terrible? Lana couldn't wrap her head around that. What Lovecraftian nightmares could these teachers have gone through to have them literally paying students to behave?!?

And it was all out of pocket!

Lana shook her head, this was absolute lunacy! Madness! She turned her head to her classmates, for once not being able to trust her internal thoughts to help her react accordingly. She actually wondered how others were taking it, they'd have to see it for a joke as well, right? It was stupidity... stupidity the likes of which she wouldn't tolerate! She wasn't like one of these walking disappointments, she didn't need to be bribed into performing well. This money could've gone to someone else, someone who was actually passionate about being a hero. Not a fake reject like her, not someone who-

And then she actually felt the envelope in her hands.

All of her thoughts ground to a halt as one pair of hands held the envelope in front of her, thumbs tracing the outline within. A whole sixty dollars... just for being better than her dim-witted classmates. Slowly opening the envelope, Lana pulled out the card with her third hand and looked it over. She steadied her breathing, reminding herself that money wasn't to be taken for any kind of symbolic meaning. It was perhaps the most blatant example of superficiality, one that benefited those who knew how to tame it. Her inner thoughts were interrupted by the sound of something ripping. Casting her gaze to the side, she found that Alice had ripped her own envelope in half before storming off.

The sight made Lana nod to herself. Of course the weak-willed masses wouldn't be able to understand the importance of what they'd just been given. She should've expected the mindless animal to throw away any potential benefits immediately, it was just her nature to ruin herself. Just as it was in Lana's nature to immediately glance down to the torn envelope, briefly wondering if the card within had survived. She stomped on those thoughts before they could go further. Even if it had it wouldn't look good to immediately ask for Alice's discarded money. Edzan would just have to figure out on his own how much of a lost cause she was. And from how things were going so far? That wouldn't take long.

Taking the card, Lana approached Edzan once the bell had rung. Quietly, she gave him a small bow coupled with a curt, "Thanks." before turning and making for her next class. She would accept this bribe, regardless of how necessary it was. If she was going to get kicked out within a few weeks she might as well get some spending done before then. Besides, perhaps such things would keep people from abusing the school so much. She paused, briefly glancing back over the field and the course to spot that broken mirror in the distance. As the wind blew through her hair, she silently promised Window-Kun that his time of suffering would be short.

As she was standing there, she noticed Paris passing by on her way to class. The sight of her reminded Lana of just how terrible her course run had been, and she found herself smiling once more.

Folding her upper arms behind her back, Lana scuttled next to Paris. This was a perfect chance to engage in social interaction, to begin her training. She was in a good ol' superior mood, this one wasn't much for standing her ground, Lana had the advantage. She was about to explain how humorous her cavalcade of failure was, but she stopped herself. She had to talk without sending the little moron to therapy, so pointing out her blatant flaws was off the table.

She could say that it was funny, but that could probably backfire in a similar manner. It would have to be a compliment of some manner, which was no problem. A compliment was just the opposite of an insult, right? So in the end, she matched Paris's pace and kept her eyes looking ahead. And as they approached the school building, she issued a simple, "Congratulations, you didn't fail badly." before nodding to herself. Perfection in it's honest simplicity.

 

[shadowdude505]

Lynn Katsura​

Closest thing to swimming was standing under a waterfall. Did that mean Hunter didn't know how to swim? Lynn was surprised, but tried not to show it. Being around the pool as often as she was, swimming seemed like common knowledge, at least in countries like Japan and the United States. "I could teach you, if you want," she replied. She was a certified lifeguard after all. "I bet you'd pick it up pretty quickly."

Edzan then started to address the class, turning her attention to him. She was given an envelope with a unique credit card, or would it be more accurate to call it a debit card with Edzan replacing the bank? Either way, she liked the retro aesthetic. "Thanks, Sensei," she said with a respectful bow.

She waited for a reply from Hunter before waving goodbye, which was more of a see-you-later because he'd probably also be in the next class. "We can talk more about it later," she'd add if he accepted it.

She started to follow after Paris and Lana, catching the last bit of a snide remark. She shot a glare at Lana, but the multiple-limbed girl may not have noticed because she was behind her. Lynn quickened her pace and started to walk on the other side of Paris. "Hey. I think Sensei mainly wanted to see how we'd use our quirks. You did great," she told Paris in a soothing voice. She hung around in big-sister mode for a little while before realizing that she was still in her gym clothes.

"Shoot, I need to change. See ya in class." She flashed Paris a smile before running off toward the girl's locker room to change back into her uniform. She probably should have hung around Paris to see if the situation was fully diffused, but some positivity was better than nothing, right?

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[One Mean Ghost]

Dante

An obstacle course.

Dante could already feel his adrenaline start to increased, practically able to feel his blood pumping through his body as he watched the others go through one at a time. He took off his jacket, tossing it aside as he moved to take his turn. He adjusted his rings on his thumbs, taking a deep breath as he felt the familiar pain of them slicing across his palms. Blood flowed freely from his palms, wrapping around his waist and trailing up his spine to form his whiplash harness as it solidified. When the time started, blood shot from the harness and sent him launching headlong into the course.

It wasn't about being the fastest.

It wasn't about maintaining the rank he'd gotten on the Practical exam.

No, this was all about pushing himself to see just how hard he could go!

The flatland portion of the course was gone in a flash as he launched himself towards the balance portion. As soon as feet touched the ground he was running, a wild grin on his face as he stumbled only slightly over the balance poles. Well, it looked like only a slight stumble. In truth, he lost his balance hard, starting to fall forward. Thankfully, he managed to catch himself on a pole in front of him and tumble through it, just barely getting his feet to the ending platform.

Don't let it show in your face, don't let them see you almost kissed that pole!

He kept up running. The rope climb was... well, perhaps the easiest portion for him. One slingshot later and he was staring up that the open sky. There was a saying somewhere about the sky being the limit. In that moment, as his momentum evened out and he experienced the momentary weightlessness, he knew that the sky wasn't even close to the start of his limits! He laughed as he flipped backwards, blood tendrils catching the far edge of the tightrope to yank him towards it as his harness melted down into a board at his feet so he could grind across the tight rope with ease.

He leaped off that platform, ignoring the rope climb down that lead to the barbed wire lowcrawl through mud. Of course, there was no sign saying he had to go under it! Instead, he caught his blood lines, swinging down dangerously close to top of the wire as he sailed over it, pure core strength keeping him from getting caught on the barbed wires.

Then came, perhaps, the hardest portion. The swinging obstacles designed to knock you over and out. He didn't have superhuman strength or durability, and there was no way he was just gonna swing through in one burst. Taking a breath, perhaps the first one he remembered since this started, he stepped down the line. His tempo seemed to change radically. Instead of blasting through as fast as he could, he had to take this slower, more methodically. He couldn't tank the hits and he certainly couldn't redirect the obstacles. Instead, he danced around them.

And I mean that in the most literal sense.

His feet seemed to alternate between styles. As he twirled past one, it seemed like he'd come straight from a Waltz, another moment his footwork showed a bit more of a Latin flair. Then again, when your mother was a dance instructor, you tended to learn from a young age how to keep footloose. At one point, he spun to his knees, leaning way back as a horizontal bar passed over him before he shot back to his feet. As he danced his way through to the end, he couldn't help the cocky grin on his face. Oh he was gonna have no end to the 'I told you dance would help you!' from his mother, but damnit it was worth it!

A sudden impact from behind knocked him back to reality as a swinging horizontal bar knocked him down a few pegs to the next obstacle. Noted, resting on laurels was a fast way to get smacked from behind!

As he concluded the last obstacles and the course itself, he didn't know where he'd placed in the class. All he knew was it felt like he'd set a blistering pace, one he'd play hell to top next time he ran the course. He was still grinning ear to ear when Edzan announced the cards. He actually took a moment to understand it. The ranking system was easy enough to get, but he didn't get the money. He had his own allowance from his pa-...... oh.....

Good thing his adrenaline filled brain caught that one before he had elected to speak out loud....

He scooped up his jacket, letting it hand over one shoulder for now as he surveyed the rest of the class. It was gonna be a fun year. He could hardly wait to see what would happen in the next class!

 

[EldridSmith]

Hunter smiles at Lynn's offer. "That would be great, thank you." He says before Ezdan makes his big announcement. It was nice of him but Hunter didn't really need the money due to his family... but he took it anyways as not to be rude. "Thank you Sir." He says before walking off with the others. "Sure thing." He replied to Lynn who was walking off. Hunter quickly changed with the other guys before heading to his next class. "Hey Dante want to spar later?"
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[FireMaiden]

Leona Wright
Location: Sakura High - Obstacle Course
Interaction: GrieveWriter (Lana) Captain Lycanroc (Edzan)
Mentioned: Natural Flavour (Paris) pbtenchi (Miles)
Leona had to chuckle lightly when Lana responded. "You know, you don't have to reply verbally. It's okay, we aren't gonna think you're being rude." Some people just hated small talk, or talking in general, Leona understood. And so, her attention quickly turned to the obstacle course as another student took to the starting line to leave Lana be. First up was Miles. He was, well, Leona always found him a bit odd. She wasn't a huge fan of him as a person from what she observed from the corners of rooms, but at the same time, she could never recall any time they spent a large amount of time together. Regardless, when he finished the course, she gave him a nod of acknowledgment since he didn't do too bad. Before the next student started their run, Edzan-Sensei began giving bits of advice to those who had finished, in chronological order of course.

Leona needed to work on balance, something she knew already but at least here at Sakura High, she wouldn't be forced to practice up on the roof. After he gave Miles a bit of advice, Delta Force sat down some coolers and cups, Edzan explaining how they could get some refreshments and Leona didn't hesitate to do so. Standing from her crouched position, her back no longer stinging, she was getting some lemonade when the next student began the course. She actually took up a spot not too far away from the small crowd that was forming, but she was positioned by herself to observe as everyone else ran the course, the sound of Paris' voice making her glance towards Edzan-sensei, Leona had to admit she felt relieved seeing the girl again. But she didn't get to watch her run the course as Edzan began to explain something else.

He began to explain a point system, and then how that point system would be tied into an allowance for each student. And Leona almost couldn't believe it. Honestly, the teen thought this was a cruel joke. Why would he be all giving them money? Was he just trying to make sure none of them repeated the window incident? But...these were all premade, so no. Maybe he really did just mean to pay them. Maybe he just wanted to make sure they could pay for a little of their own. Leona had some cash stashed away for emergencies, some stuff she got from doing odd jobs, but this was still just so confusing. Nobody ever wanted to give an orphan something like this. Hell, nobody wanted to adopt any of them, why would anyone want to pay them?

It only clicked that, yes, Edzan was, in fact, being serious when she opened the envelope and pulled out the card and letter. Reading over it twice, she looked up at him, then down, then back up as the bell rang. A small smile spread across the girl's lips as she put the card back in the envelope and approached Edzan. "Thank you, Sensei. This is just...thank you." She didn't have enough time to actually express her gratitude, she would be late to their second class, but hopefully he got the message. Without another word, Leona hurried off.

 

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[/div][div class=Ainfo]Age: 15

Height: 5' 4"/163.5cm

Quirk: 'Roots and Rapid Growth' (Plant type emitter)


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Paris

'Congratulations, you didn't fail badly.'

Paris looked up from her envelope to see Lana beside her. It was very unexpected, considering Lana didn't really talk to people at all, let alone quiet, mouse-like Paris.

"I... I didn't?" She remembered Lana telling her to suck it up earlier in class, so this change of tone made her feel a lot better. Thankfully, since she was so surprised by Lana approaching her, she didn't realize it was entirely sarcastic. She grinned, blushing. "Thanks! I... I didn't see yours. How did you do?" Just then, Lynn approached the two, seemingly trying to explain Lana's compliment, before adding that Paris did a great job. Paris just stared at her shoes, grinning, too embarrassed at this sudden praise from her peers to function much. Then, when Lynn mentioned that she needed to change, Paris realized that she had the same problem. Although, she hadn't been wearing her gym clothes to begin with, so she'd have to head back to the dorms to change. The bell had rung already, she didn't really have the time. But she'd just have to. Walking around in wet, slimy clothes wasn't ideal.

"I... I guess I'll see you guys in the next class... hopefully I'm not late!" She called, before running off towards the dorms.

Walking back towards the obstacle course, Paris watched as Dante flung himself across it like a pro. He did so amazingly, just the way his quirk let him move... Lynn could do that too, she had seen, lifting herself off the ground with jet-streams of water. Paris had found in this obstacle course that she couldn't move easily like them. At least not yet. She didn't know how. She knew she could secure herself to things, but she wasn't sure what she could do to propel herself. She hadn't really ever tried. It seemed like it would be easier with her roots, but she was afraid of stabbing herself, and she rarely used them, not wanting to wreck property. The plants that came out of her, she could send up, but could she plant them in the ground and send herself up? Her hands hurt, thinking of the times the root system had been ripped from her hand and she'd had a massive, bloody hole in her hand that had to be kept in a bandage for a week.

Paris turned and ran towards the dorms, trying to make up for lost time.

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Mentions: One Mean Ghost

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Dr. Wenst & Alison​

A pair of narrowed eyes watched as Edzan's class left the field, a pulsating mass of red hiding the rest of his identity under a sinister tone of a beating heart. A ragged doctor's coat dragging along the floor as he paced, never once taking his eyes off of the students who managed to complete the course. Once they were dismissed and walking, those eyes trained themselves on one after the other. This mysterious figure rubbed his hands together, a low grumbling emanating from the beating heart within which his head was encased. Cracking his knuckles ominously, he turned away to-

"Heinrich, my good lad!"

The mysterious figure was unable to shake off his surprise before a metal-encased arm clasped around him and dragged him next to a woman dressed head to toe in an odd set of armor, "I can just tell by that rigorous air of enthusiasm wafting about that you're absolutely dying to meet those newly anointed children down there."

Scoffing, Heinrich pulled away while adjusting his coat, "Them? Oh please, Alison. It's more like I'm trying to gauge how much of my precious time they're going to wind up wasting." He sighed "It's bad enough the training is gonna have them crawling to me day in and out begging for my world-renown services, but I saw what they did to Edzan's classroom. Usually it takes a while to reach that level of property damage."

Turning to the window again, he pressed a hand against it and glared as the last of the kids made their way inside, "It's a bad omen." he said before sighing "And for the love of god, call me Doctor Wenst when we're working."

His piercing glare followed the very last student until they were all out of sight.

"I was under the impression you believed Omens were for fools and backward savages, Heinrich." Alison pointed out before giving a hearty laugh "Finally coming around to the thinking of us simpletons, eh?"

Dr. Wenst glared at her before adjusting his tie and stalking off, "They're yours next, Ms. Knight, so I recommend saving that wit for actual teaching."

"As you say, sonny!" Alison waved after him before twirling around and marching off with gusto "I'll give those young ones a right proper into in what bein' a hero's all about!"


Lana Del' Rize
Location: Sakura High: Alison's Classroom
Interaction/Mention: Captain Lycanroc Natural Flavour FireMaiden pbtenchi
After changing, Lana had managed to think up all the different things that she could buy with an allowance like this. The first thought was that she'd buy a camera. So many things happened today that she would like nothing more than to have immortalized. Miles' brief trip out the window and Paris fumbling through the course came to mind first. Hobbies were supposed to make you more sociable, right? From the way that both Leona and Paris reacted to her brief forays in communication, Lana was positive that it was only a time before she mastered the ways of articulation.

Or maybe just get a phone with a good camera? Nah, even if she did follow Edzan's guidelines she wasn't going to be at this school long enough to get enough money for that kinda thing.

Thoughts like this fluttered about her mind as she made her way to the next class. It was only once she reached the suspiciously dark door that she paused. Looking it over, she briefly prepared herself for whatever teacher this school was willing to throw at her next. Edzan had been curt, forward, and exceptionally rewarding. She could only hope that the next one was just as straightforward. However, the moment she opened the door and immediately spotted the grandiose Knight posing dramatically atop of the Teacher's desk...

...all hope died immediately.

With one foot planted on the chair and the other on the desk itself, the knight had both hands heroically planted on her side as her gaze stayed lifted up into some non-existent distance. Lana couldn't tell where the light was coming from, and she honestly couldn't bring herself to care. The knight hadn't moved or said anything since she'd entered, so Lana took that as her cue to do the same. So letting the door close behind her, she made her way to an identical chair in the back corner and plopped down while trying and failing to ignore the glowing Knight.

Even after Lana sat down, not a single movement from the Knight, the only sound was some kind of crystalline tinkling that radiated from her. It was such a blatant grab for attention that Lana found herself wondering where the trumpets and angelic choir were. She could only pray to whatever gods she could that their personality was much quieter than their appearance suggested.

 

[Captain Lycanroc]

Location: Obstacle Course > Yuri's Office
Interaction: FireMaiden



Edzan closed his eyes and took a deep breath in through his nose, holding it for a moment before releasing it slowly through his mouth in a slight sigh of relief. He had to be honest with himself, He hadn't had the first class that hectic before, He didn't think anyone had. Edzan understood that they were excited, but what had transpired was a little much, even for that. Placing a hand in his pocket as the last of his Students walked off he saw one boy he didn't notice earlier, who was... melting? out of the appearance of one of the other students, He'd read about him and just assumed he didn't show up... was he using his quirk the whole time... odd. Edzan placed his shaded glasses back on and Delta Force faded away as the man turned to walk to a different entrance while sending a quick text to a window repairman that there had been an... incident.

At the door to Yuri's office, a firm knock hitting twice was heard from the other side, the large blurred shape of veteran hero could be seen through the slightly crystalized window, the regular cold frown adorned his scarred face. The knock seemed to be for courtesy alone as the imposing man entered, hands in the faded red jacket's pockets with a spectral arm opening the door for him before closing it in fading away. With no words spoken, he sat in the chair against her, turning the frown her way with a calm short nod accompanied by a "Yuri." a long silence followed that before he spoke again, looking to the awards on the wall of hers.

"It was a rough first class." staring at the medal's golden reflection of the room and the two of them before continuing once more "Any advice for them. I also must thank you for helping Paris."








Location: Sakura high general grounds
Interaction: Natural Flavour



as Roy changed back from his impersonation of one of the students he gave a large sigh of relief, he always hated being the center of attention at any given moment so it was best that he managed to sneak under the radar while grabbing his card and going through the test, placing it in his old wallet next to his school I.D with a picture of him slightly flinching at the flash from the camera. Roy frowned down at it, wishing he could have retaken the picture before they sent him on his way- but it was something he just had to live with and it was the least of his worries when he was pinned up against his new peers?! They were crazy, almost all of them had done better than him, well he assumed so anyway, the scoreboard didn't really say anything about his performance as a whole.

Walking along he spotted the girl who seemed to struggle as much as he had, Paris he thought it was when he reviewed his Classes' layout the day before to figure out just who he'd be with, approaching it with a light tap on her shoulder he smiled warmly "Hey, Paris. I just wanted to say you did a good job sticking through to the end when you fell in all the muck. It's the little things that put you ahead and that was inspiring to see- well to me anyway. haha.." noticing the direction she was going he looked around a bit confused at the fact that they were heading the exact wrong direction to the classroom... or the way he thought it was anyway.

"Oh, This the way to the classroom? Lead the way I suppose!"

 

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[/div][div class=Ainfo]Age: 15

Height: 5' 4"/163.5cm

Quirk: 'Roots and Rapid Growth' (Plant type emitter)


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Paris

Paris gasped slightly upon being touched; she hadn't heard anyone approach. When she discovered the stealthy one to be Roy, she relaxed her shoulders, smiling. She liked Roy, one of the only quieter orphans who didn't carry around a dark cloud of hatred for everyone they met. He complimented her run on the course, going into detail about her failures and then still going on to say how they had inspired him. Paris blushed so much that tears threatened to spill out from within, and her ears turned bright red.

"Oh, Roy... Thank-you..." She ferociously twirled her hair around one finger in embarrassment... Why on earth was everyone complimenting her run? She did literally the worst! Although, she couldn't say that, considering hers and Dante's were the only runs she had actually seen.

"The classroom's the other way actually, if the crowd is any indicator... But the slime wrecked my clothes, so I was going to go change... I'll probably be late for the next class." The dorms were nearing now. If Paris hurried, maybe she wouldn't be too late. "I'll see you there!" She exclaimed before running off.

Roy always made her think deep thoughts. She felt ashamed of it, but every time she saw Roy, she thought of how his past was drastically different than the other orphans. Not only were his parents actually still living, but they had just abandoned him. It often made Paris wonder if her own parents would've abandoned her if they knew that the manifestation of her quirk would've caused her mother's death.

Paris shook it off, running up to her room and shrugging off the slimy clothes and replacing them with a simple, light pink t-shirt, jeans, and wooly socks (her feet were annoyingly cold after getting submerged in the yuckiness). She put a beanie on to hide the slightly gross condition of her hair, and grew a marigold through the knitted fabric. She was ready.

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[/div][div class=Ainfo]Age: 15

Height: 5' 4"/163.5cm

Quirk: Perfect Storm-- (Weather emitter)

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Ferryn Evans

Tucked away in a dark room on the girls side of the dorm was a thin girl on her knees, a strand of golden sunlight that refused to be shut out by the curtain lighting on her ash-blonde hair. She turned to look into the sunlight, the warmth giving colour to her hazel-gold eyes. She squinted from the brightness and then pushed her empty suitcase under the bed.

A distant sounding school bell rang, and then was blared on speakers into the empty dorms in case anyone was there to hear it. Ferryn knew she was the only one. The other students had been in their first class until now. She peeked out the window, seeing them gathered outside around a blonde-haired teacher of decent build, and then beginning to head back towards the school building as the bell rang. There was what appeared to be a large obstacle course behind them, and Ferryn pondered for a moment how glad she was that she had been allowed to miss the first class to move her things into the dorm. The amount of attention she'd get on a one-at-a-time obstacle course was unnerving. She hoped that the rest of today would be mostly bookwork.

She wasn't ready to try anything exerting, especially not in front of the other students. They didn't know her. They hadn't seen what had happened to her at her old school. In her bedroom. They didn't know what she was going through. They'd just see her inevitable faltering and wonder what was wrong with her. Even if she did a good job blending in with the crowd, the majority of accepted examinees this year were from the local home for the children of fallen heroes. They all knew each other. They were basically siblings. And even the others who weren't from the orphanage had been moved in here for almost a week. The girl who'd just moved in today would be an obvious question in their minds.

Ferryn wondered how her parents could possibly think this was a better idea than keeping her near them when she needed them the most. Not that they really knew her at all. But seriously, what sense was there in sending your only child to a school across the country after a frightening villain attack? Now she was not only losing them, but her friends, too. She had no one. Not that Ferryn had ever really asked anyone for help, but she didn't want to be so far away from everyone she loved. Her only hopeful determination was that she was going to continue on her path to becoming a hero. Then again, a voice in her head kept asking her if she really wanted to be a hero after all. The voice had gotten louder and more nagging during and after the villain attack. Ferryn didn't feel that her mind was strong enough to become a hero. Her quirk would be with enough training, she knew, but would she be brave enough?

Ferryn headed down the flight of stairs and turned the corner towards the door, only to crash into another girl in the hallway that she hadn't heard coming. The girl, who had long black hair and glasses, fell backwards and landed on her bum, looking up from the ground with an expression of shock. Ferryn's face looked similar, but then she blushed, extending a hand to the fallen girl.

"I-I-I-I... I-I'm s-sorry!" She pulled the girl to her feet, who was slightly shorter than she was. "A-are you al-- are y-you alr-alright?" Meeting people was always embarrassing for Ferryn, as she knew that whoever she met was thinking about her stutter. If she was calmer, it would be less obvious, but running into this girl had startled her, making it ridiculously challenging to speak.

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Interacts: Paris

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[/div][div class=Ainfo]Age: 15

Height: 5' 1"/155cm

Quirk: 'Roots and Rapid Growth' (Plant type emitter)


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Paris

Paris just stared up at the blonde girl who had knocked her over, her mind blank for a bit before she realized she was just gaping mindlessly.

"Oh!" Paris tried to remember if she had seen this girl before, but felt like she hadn't. "I'm okay... Sorry for getting in the way." She wanted to introduce herself, but didn't want to look dumb in case she had already met her before. "Are... are you okay?"

The other girl looked down at the floor and mumbled a response that sort of sounded like 'yeah, I'm fine' before brushing past Paris and slinking out the door. 'I'm late for class.' She explained before leaving. Paris sighed and followed her out at a distance on her own way to class.

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[shadowdude505]

Lynn Katsura​

Lynn quickly changed out of her gym clothes and back into her school uniform. "Can't be late," she thought, before frantically looking at the clock. "Good, I still have time." She took a deep breath and started making her way toward the next class.

When she entered the classroom, she noticed that the teacher, a woman fully covered in knight armor, flamboyantly posing. The sight was pretty outlandish, but some heroes were more over the top than others. The sight did help ease some of her first day jitters.

Lynn bowed respectfully toward the teacher, silently greeting her sensei, before taking a seat near the front.

GrieveWriter

 

[FireMaiden]

Leona Wright
Location: Sakura High - Classroom
Interaction: GrieveWriter (Lana)
Mentioned: Captain Lycanroc (Edzan)
She was still having a hard time believing that the card in her hand was real. Real money, that she could spend and not have to feel guilty about. Well, the more Leona thought about it, of course, she felt guilty. Did...did Edzan expect them to pay him back? He didn't mention it, but he could drop that bomb after a few weeks and just undermine the entire gift. Leona shook her head slightly, trying to shake those thoughts away as she drew closer to the classroom, Leona certainly was not expecting to find a knight standing on the desk. She was a little in shock perhaps, unsure of what they were doing, but she entered the room regardless and sat down near the middle of the room. Looking at Lana with a cocked eyebrow as if to ask her what was going on, she turned her attention back to the front of the room.

 

[FireMaiden]

Yuri Fujioka
Location: Therapist's Office - Sakura High
Interaction: Captain Lycanroc (Edzan)
Mentioned: Natural Flavour (Paris) GrieveWriter (Lana) Captain Lycanroc (Roy) One Mean Ghost (Dante) EldridSmith (Hunter) pbtenchi (Miles) shadowdude505 (Lynn)
Yuri sighed. She remembered what it felt like her first time stepping into these halls, the woman had been terrified. Standing from the couch with a small groan, she put the picture back in its place and retook her spot on the main couch, returning to about a dozen new emails. Three of them were appointment inquiries, one was an update for the staff housing options and the location of a new safehouse (in code of course) and the rest were all kids who had already been expelled or quiet and needed to have their files updated. She recognized every name, a slight pang of disappointment filled her, but she wasn't shocked in the slightest and began to pull their files. Almost all of them had been labeled red flags with various issues. Anger, problems with authority, a past of mental issues. It was nothing against the kids to be labeled like that, it just made it easier for her to figure out who needed to see her right and who didn't.

She was about halfway through the third kid when there was a knock at her door. She raised her hand, waving once to signal for them to come in, and once again was not surprised. "Edzan," Yuri replied after he spoke her name, eyes following him as he sat down. "I'd imagine so. Quite a few kids have already been sent on their way, I'm surprised to see that one one of them has been yours." Edzan was known for having a difficult class and teaching method, she had a whole stack of kids just from his class last year. And most of them were in therapy. "It was my pleasure, Paris seems to be such a sweet girl, " Yuri smiled, closing the current file she had been updating, the woman sat her laptop down on the table in front of them.

"I think this is the first time you've asked for advice, do you really want it or just my impressions of the kids?" She asked, pausing for a brief moment. "Most of the kids from traditional families seem rather well adjusted. Lynn, for example. Dante and Hunter have a few incidents on their records, so don't be surprised if they cause or are involved in some trouble. Miles too, though he's from the orphanage" Dante's record was certainly interesting, but his mother seemed to be looking out for his safety at every turn. "Speaking of the orphans...how can you teach them with a straight face? Their parents were people I looked up to as a kid, but you knew some of them didn't you? I can imagine what it's like trying to get to know your parents through stories and videos online." Her voice trailed off for a moment, a wince coming to her face as she readjusted in her seat. "Leona, Roy, Lana...they might need to come to see me at some point. Lana has a few marks on her record, Roy was marked as a red flag for unclear reasons and Leona has had multiple hospital visits and marks starting about when I'm assuming her quirk manifested." Those poor kids...with a sigh she looked away from Edzan for a moment before back almost as soon as she looked away. "You know, they're up for adoption. Me and Kaori are actually finally looking to adopt." The woman chuckled.

"Did you ever want to have kids?"

 

[Natural Flavour]

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[/div][div class=Ainfo]Age: 15

Height: 5' 4"/163.5cm

Quirk: Perfect Storm-- (Weather emitter)

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Ferryn Evans

Ferryn rushed across campus, staying close to buildings and trees and away from any open field. She had to get to class fast. She was likely going to be late, which was not ideal, being the only new face in the whole school. And now what the smaller girl had said from just before was getting to her.

'Are you okay?'

She had known, hadn't she. That soon. Immediately upon bumping into her, the girl with the glasses had somehow known Ferryn was unstable. Was it the stutter? Definitely. It had to be. Some people in the past had definitely assumed that Ferryn wasn't quite right upstairs just because of her stutter. She was definitely not okay now, but that was not her fault. That was just circumstance of what had happened. It'll be better after the first class. It will be. She had to believe it, otherwise she was gonna lose it before the class even started. The kids in this school were likely much more stable than her. She had to pull it together!

Ferryn walked into class, noted that it hadn't started yet, and bowed respectfully to the teacher, who she hadn't even looked at yet. When she did look she had a brief moment of panic, thinking that she had mistook a suit of armour for a teacher and just really made herself look dumb. But after a second it became obvious that there was actually a person inside the suit of armour. Now Ferryn could only hope it was actually the teacher. She made her way to the back of the classroom and sat at a desk beside a girl with a mutation quirk that made her look sort of like a spider. Ferryn felt a spark of warmth and bravery when she found that the arachnid-like individual seemed to be sitting back here for the same reason Ferryn was; As little interaction with other people as possible. Ferryn gave her a semi-warm look and left her alone, proceeding to stare into her own lap and zone out.

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[/div][div class=Ainfo]Age: 15

Height: 5' 1"/155cm

Quirk: 'Roots and Rapid Growth' (Plant type emitter)


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Paris

Unbeknownst to Ferryn, Paris didn't mean to insult her, and was concerned by the way she immediately left. She only asked if Ferryn was okay because she had just bumped into her. She wondered if Ferryn was hurt. She hadn't noticed Ferryn's stutter. Paris's mind had been blanked out, and to be honest, Paris stuttered a little when she was startled, too.

Paris walked back across the field dejectedly, hoping the girl wasn't mad at her or something. She reached the classroom and opened the door, didn't make eye-contact with anybody, and then took a seat in the middle somewhere.

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[One Mean Ghost]

Dante

"Hey Dante want to spar later?"

The vampire's gaze snapped towards a familiar face. One of the ones he'd fought alongside during the practical. He recalled the other boy was a swordsman, and a very, very good one. Even Dante's untrained eyes could see the immeasurable difference in sword skill between himself and Hunter.

But that gave him all the more incentive...

"Sure! Gives me a chance to field test some new techniques I've been fine tuning" he grinned brightly, already running scenarios in his head. Against Hunter's Kenjitsu, he'd have to rely on ranged attacks. Not to mention how much of a beating Hunter could take. He was, admittedly, envious, given he himself had passed out during the practical from injuries...

On the walk to class, he spoke little, his eyes darting around as he played option after option through in his head. He was so engrossed that he almost didn't even notice Knight-Sensei posing on the desk. He blinked once, twice, looking from the students to the teacher. So... no one was gonna ask?... okay then...

He shook it off, taking his seat in the front row. He laid out his notebook, twirling a pen in one hand as he pricked the other with a ringblade. In this hand, he started doing various exercises for his Quirk. He started with basic geometric shapes, then progressed into more complex machinations. Every so often, the blood would recondense into a ball and spin rapidly. This was, in essence, practice so that he could create and fire blood bullets with as little setup time as possible..

Practice, practice, practice. That was the only reason he'd made it this far, and now was hardly the time to start resting on his laurels. Even after doing well on the obstacle course, he wanted to do better.

For now, though, he'd have to just see what Knight-sensei wanted them to do...

 

[GrieveWriter]

Lana Del Rize
Location: Fundamental Heroics Class
Interaction/Mention: Captain Lycanroc One Mean Ghost Natural Flavour @ FireMaiden shadowdude505

Lana kept her glare leveled on the excessively bright Knight, frown deepening the longer she had to wait for her to do something. This couldn't actually be the teacher, right? Surely their actual teacher was just setting up a statue they liked...right? Though she tried to rationalize it, the bows that several other students gave as they entered confirmed that they too assumed it was their teacher. The sheer idea of this thing teaching them anything of substance was an insult that Lana rapidly realized was about to come true. After Edzan had literally offered to pay them to do what they were supposed to do, Lana shouldn't even have been surprised at this point.

Though Lana kept her gaze locked on the knight, she was distinctly aware of other gazes finding her. She didn't bother reacting to the questioning glance that Leona gave her, lord knew she woulddn't be able to provide an answer even if she wasn't averse to speaking. Then there was the absolute monster who had the audacity to take the seat beside her, there was no way for Lana to ignore that. Turning to the side, she met her new neighbor's eyes with a look of barely-restrained disgust. Luckily, this vagrant went no further in her crimes. There was no talking, she started looking down at her lap, and didn't infringe on Lana's area of isolation further than she already had.

Turning her attention back to their 'Teacher', Lana kept herself from vocalizing her newfound discontent. Hopefully she was quiet and dismiss-able like Paris, whose arrival Lana had completely missed. Not long after, Dante arrived and gave a similar look of confusion at their 'Teacher' before taking his seat.

Only a few moments after he sat, a voice finally rang out.

Alison Todoryan
Interaction/Mention: @AssembledStudents​

"A protector of the weak and foil to villainy!" that jovial tone emanated from the knight, reverberating somewhat due to her helmet "Those are but a few of the principles of heroics that have withstood the test of time!"

Finally she moved, striking another pose before continuing as the light shining around her brightened momentarily, "Yet a hero's boundaries are ever-changing, due in no small part to the context of their charges themselves."

She struck another pose before doing a front flip off of the desk, landing on her feet, and gesturing grandly around the room as the light around her once more brightened, "This understanding is essential to all who bear the badge of protector, and is therefore a key point in many exams required to excel through the ranks of our fine establishment."

"And I....Alison Todoryan," rising, the Knight clenched a fist over her heart as she tilted her head towards the ceiling, "have made a sacred oath to prepare any and all youthful minds to face and overcome such trials!"

"So I welcome thee, children!" spinning around, Alison crouched into another pose as the light finally pulled away from her and brightened the room "To Fundamental Heroics!"

Lana felt her eye twitching already, her patience wearing thin with this.... this horrid creature before her.

Standing up, Alison placed a hand on her hip and raised another one in front of her. Lana couldn't help but notice that even her casual movements seemed annoyingly over-exaggerated.

"Now I am not lacking in faith in you doe-eyed youngsters, I'm sure plenty of you are well versed in Heroic policy in regards to Law Enforcement, Power restraint and geo-political matters in regards to the economic disparity between private sectors of Support Company commerce."

Lana did a double take at that last one.

"But my class is merely to check that these themes are understood before any dire exams could strike you from the register of heroism!" Alison declared before striding behind her desk "But I have faith in not just all of you..."

Slamming her hands on the table, Alison looked up with a balled fist of determination, "But the legendary heroes and heroines you shall all become!"

Gesturing across the class, she asked "Now before we begin! Any questions, my lads and ladies?!?"

 

[Captain Lycanroc]

Location: Yuri's office
Interaction: FireMaiden
Mention: Natural Flavour



Edzan listened patiently as his colleague went on about the student's records, one marked with red flags, other not so much. He idly cracked the knuckles in one hand, listening with eyes closed before opening his eyes when the notion of teaching the orphaned children of his allies lost in battle and the like came to the conversation. Frowning slightly the man nodded- what she said was true, Edzan had known some of the student's parents, the majority of them. taking a deep breath in and slowly releasing it he looked up to Yuri with his normal grim expression.

"I normally find it easy to disassociate with those I teach, makes it easier for me to not get caught up in their personal and emotional qualms. I'm finding it difficult to do that this year..." a spectral arm went forward, grabbing a framed class photo of Edzan graduating year, there were friends he knew well and some he had lost, there he stood next to the soon to be pro heroes: Mighty Oak and Flower Crown, arms over their shoulders, smiling brightly. Edzan's glowing eyes dimmed slightly at the sight of it, sending Delta Force to replace the picture on its shelf before continuing

"Paris Fallon... I'll be damned if I don't confess that I froze up when I saw her there at the practical exam, which my old war-torn heart hurt, seeing that poor girl having a panic attack right after she was accepted in..." Frowning slightly and blinking a few times before clearing his throat. "and then... then there she was again, in my class no less, having trouble with all the chaos caused in that classroom, so I did what was best and sent her your way. God's got a sick sense of humor huh? Making me train the little kid I saw 14 years ago in a crib. Now I'm making her a hero... where she might die as her parents did..."

sitting idle for a moment before Yuri mentioned adoption and asked Edzan if he had ever wanted to be a father. Releasing a tired chuckle before shaking his head "I'm good at putting on a stoic brave face Yuri... But the idea of losing a child- I couldn't take it. I've thought of having a kid at once point but... not after what I've been through, I don't think I can handle a kid of my own."












Location: Fundamental Heroics class
Interaction: Classroom



Roy ran to the class after his interaction with Paris was finished, hoping not to be late he picked up his pace by using his quirk to impersonate Dante's, pulling himself forward quickly on a strange bloodline, that seemed to be made of ink-like liquid. arriving and passing by the posed... statue? at the teacher's desk, he looked around the class for an open spot, choosing the second-row left-most seat and walking over and taking his place. getting a read on the rest of his peers he noted their positions and how they acted toward the others who sat by them, most of them acted how he expected, seeing as their previous at the orphanage, Lana was withdrawn from the others, having an annoyed reaction to those who sat by her, Paris was shy around people and tended to herself, this Dante fellow seemed very outgoing, and- his thought was caught off when the """Statue""" talked, making Roy jump in his seat slightly

after the posing and talk of legendary heroes, Roy sheepishly raised a hand, keeping his head down slightly. "Y-yeah one question... Why were you standing super still like that?"

 

[EldridSmith]

"Great I can't wait." He replies to Dante before walking off. Hunter's eyes lighting up upon seeing the armored hero. His fighting spirit once again kicking in, he REALLY wanted to fight her to hone his skills even further. Who better to practice swordsmanship with and on other than a knight? He began thinking of how to ask the teacher for a fight but then she opened the floor for questions. "Are you allowed to duel teachers? If so what are the procedures to do so." Hunter asks with a calm but growing lust for battle in his eyes.
One Mean Ghost GrieveWriter

 

[GrieveWriter]

Alison Todoryan (with a dash of Lana)
Interaction/Mention: Captain Lycanroc One Mean Ghost Natural Flavour EldridSmith FireMaiden shadowdude505
Alison folded her arms and nodded several times, "Ah, the wonders of youth." she muttered to herself before tilting her head towards Roy "If you must know, sonny-"

She suddenly leaped into a front flip before landing in another pose atop her desk, "A hero must radiate safety and protection with their likeness alone! A proper pose can deliver such solidarity with not a single word! The rigid determination steeling my stance is utilized to inspire the young minds of all who look upon its unyielding visage, to bolster the morale of allies and charges alike!"


Out of sheer curiosity, Lana leaned to the side and eyed the Teacher's desk. Even from the back of the class, she could see supports keeping it bolted to the floor despite the woman using it as a stand repeatedly.

"Oh if only I could grade students on the development of proper posing form." Alison looked to the ceiling with a wistful sigh "Alas, regulated to extra credit it shall remain."

Upon hearing the next question, she spun into a crouch atop her desk while pointing both hands at Hunter, "An unexpected question! While I marvel at minds thirsting for knowledge, this matter goes beyond my explanation of Fundamental Heroics! Therefore, to bring about the solution to said question, we must consult-!"

Back-flipping off of her desk again, Alison pulled open a drawer before pulling out a scroll with some weird locking mechanism sealing it shut, "-The Sacred Texts!"

Without warning she tossed the scroll into the air as light began gathering in her fingertips, spinning around as the Scroll descended before driving both of her forefingers into two slots on either end of the scroll's locking mechanism. The mechanism flashed bright briefly before unclasping, and soon Alison leaped atop her desk once more as she dramatically unfurled the Sacred texts.

Looking over the contents of the scroll for a moment, she mumbled to herself a bit as she looked, "Okay... butter and eggs.... no... that's last week's quest to the grocer..." she quickly skimmed a few more sections of the Sacred Texts as she hopped off her desk and wandered around her desk. Lana felt her eye twitch, realizing almost immediately that these Sacred Texts were nothing more then a series of reminders. Before she could grind her teeth together out of irritation, Alison seemed to find what she was looking for, "Aha! Rules and regulations to keep in mind, knew I had it somewhere, Ohoho!" Briefly giving a jolly laugh, Alison cleared her throat before reciting, "Instances of pre-planned battle between Students and Educators must be recognized by higher administration in advance. Excluding moments where Educators must engage in order to maintain a level educational environment.... Forgot to put a period here."

Alison raised a finger which started to glow slightly before tapping it to the end of the sentence. Once the new period had been placed, she waved her finger a bit before rolling up the Sacred Texts once more. As she did so, she turned to Hunter and nodded, "In that case I suppose you should take it up with the Gate Lord himself. But that must be another time."

Twirling back to her desk, Alison returned the Sacred Texts to their proper resting chambers before sliding the drawer closed and leaning against her desk, "These moments here and now are to be dedicated to the wonders of Fundamental Heroics!"

Lana's hand raised lazily over her head, instinctively flinching as the beast turned its gaze on her. Groaning at the chipper pose Alison struck as she waited, Lana leaned her head into her hand before asking, "And those are..?"

To her displeasure, Alison began stepping closer, "What a glorious bit of yearning for learning on display before me!" she declared as she passed to the back of the class "My dear child, you will find that Fundamental Heroics covers a vast variety of topics that will prepare new students for harder courses further along in your teachings! Mostly procedural dealings in regards to Hero Law and situational interactions necessary for any Hero big or small. For some it shall be easier than others, perhaps some lessons may even aid you in other classes!"

Standing beside a cabinet, Alison once more struck a pose, even while tapping at the side of her helmet in a thoughtful manner, "Though the required readings may seem daunting at first, I have faith that the basics of all classes shall be inscribed upon the waiting pages of your minds by year's end!" with that, she pulled open the Cabinet's doors, revealing several stacks of textbooks. There seemed to be a few different ones. Almost all of them seemed to be comprehensive guides for the previously aforementioned concepts of Hero Law and aspects of Situational Procedure.

"Now while my class is merely intended to familiarize the unaware with concepts such as these, I must admit that a Knight such as myself takes their oaths with no small level of seriousness." Alison nodded to herself before turning back to her class and giving a gleaming thumbs up "From this moment forward I shall employ every method in my arsenal to inscribe as much information onto the awaiting canvas of your minds as possible. Every possible query put forth by the Exams shall be precariously studied and ingrained!"

She dropped into another crouched pose, eventually gesturing across the entire class, "Those trials shall be nothing by the time I am through!"

 

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Paris

Paris sat watching the teacher's grand display, eyes wide in awe of such a confident and heroic being. She had her notebook out, furiously scrawling out big words and concepts that she didn't understand, only getting half way through each word before having to switch to a different word... her writing perfectly illegible, even to her. The most concerning issue was that she couldn't figure out who 'Gate Lord' was. She didn't remember seeing that name in the list of teachers. During the opportunity for questions, Paris had many, but she didn't ask anything obviously. Instead she tried to fix her hurried writing, only to cross out the whole page with a giant X and then put her chin in one hand and look around to see how the rest of the class is doing.

Most of them looked bored, but Dante caught her attention, as he formed shapes in his hands with his blood. Paris wished she could be as talented as him. She grew a small daisy in the palm of her hand and looked to see if Dante noticed. Even if he didn't, Paris loved daisies. Growing flowers made her feel closer to her mother, who could grow any plant she could think of from herself, though she loved flowers the most. Paris had a weaker form of her quirk, combined with a weaker form of her father's. Her parents could grow their plants and roots anywhere they wished, without ideal circumstances. Paris smiled, thinking of how OP her parents were. It was a funny thought. She wished she could become has powerful as they had, but knew that even at a basic genetic level, it was impossible. Paris's quirk wasn't as strong as either of theirs, and it required either seeds to be planted in herself, or a tree to be within 50ft of her. Perhaps that distance could grow, she didn't know.


Paris played with the petals of her daisy, lost in thought.

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Leona Wright
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This was certainly going to be an interesting class. This woman, the knight, was one for theatrics, that much was painfully obvious. Furthermore, each time she answered a question, things got a little more absurd. Like the "sacred texts" and all the different posing, how anyone was keeping a straight face was a wonderful question in itself. Leona didn't really know how to react to any of it, in stunned silence. She wasn't a loss for questions, but each one that came to mind seemed a bit rude...except for the basic ones. So, she raised her hand. "What's this first lesson going to be about? Is it just introductory or..." She didn't want to say this. Because that would imply that the teacher was doing something beyond weird. Which was true, but Leona didn't want to cause problems.

 

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Lynn Katsura​

Lynn pulled out a note book and got ready to take any notes before turning her attention to the teacher. She was...quirky to say the least, but it only reminded her about the variety of heroes out there. There are so many quirked individuals out there, with their own goals, ambitions, and personalities; some wore capes, others do not, and some don't need a costume to be a hero. Her mother came to mind. Lisa Katsura may have left the hero spotlight behind, but Lynn always knew that her mother had her back.

Thinking about her mother inspired her and brought a smile to her face. Support, tech, or frontline hero, big or small, there was an area for everyone to be a hero; but like every area of society there are rules and guidelines that helped the hero world run as smoothly as a crime stopping organization could. It sounded like today they'd be starting to learn about those rules, the fundamentals that glued heroes together, but like Leona, she wasn't quite sure what to expect. Was this going to be a lecture period, or something else?

Lisa Katsura
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Lisa walked up and down the halls of Sakura High as she continued to familiarize herself with the layout of the school. She was still wearing her civilian clothes, her new costume was waiting in her office for its gym class debut. "Costume...should I even call it that?" she thought to herself. The idea of a costume sounded nice, but she wasn't exactly ready to step back into the spotlight; in fact, she felt like the spot light was the farthest place she should be. It was time for the new heroes to take center stage. Heroes like Lynn "Baywatch" Katsura, when the time came.

A soft, thoughtful smile appeared on Lisa's face as she thought about her daughter and the next generation of heroes. If the only thing they get out of her classes are lessons about how to be better people, then that was a success in her mind.

She found herself approaching Yuri's office and, on a whim, decided to stop. She knocked at the door and waited a moment before entering. She put her palms together and bowed, greeting the two faculty members. "I hope I'm not interrupting something," she said formally. "I just felt like popping in a bit before I needed to get ready for my classes."

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Alison Todoryan (with a dash of Lana)
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Alison glanced back to Leona before her eyes went to the clock, "Eager for quarrels and venture, eh?" she chuckled before spinning around and giving another thumbs up "I adore it!"

She strode back to her desk, her odd metal heels clacking rhythmically as she folded her arms behind her back, "In order to properly train you youths to face the coming threats of Academia, I must become learned in your individual strengths and weaknesses. As any hero knows, understanding one's weaknesses is the finest method of developing further!"

Lana rolled her eyes, sufficiently done with the knightly rhetoric this particular teacher seemed obsessed with. If her habit of hogging the spotlight both literally and figuratively weren't enough, the absolute idealism she spouted was like a poisonous flood which seeped from her armor, flooded the class, and was slowly killing Lana the longer she had to soak in it. She too looked at the clock, wondering if class would end before her untimely demise. Alas, whatever gods reigned above chose once again to decline her their spiteful mercy, condemning her to listen to the glowing imbecile prattle on like a bobble-head, spewing motivational garbage from her lips like it was carbon dioxide.

"I would nary be able to maintain my vows if I were not of the particular sort," Alison said as she walked around her desk and pulled open another drawer "I have prepared dutifully for the process of developing your educational plans for these hurdles, and it would seem we have just enough time for-"

She yet again front-flipped onto her desk, posing with a number of packets wielded in both hands, "Comprehensive Analysis!!!"

Alison leaped into a spin, sending the packets flying cleanly onto desks before rolling and giving a few twirls until the rest were evenly dispersed along with pencils. Once every student had a packet in front of them, Alison stood and walked back towards the front of the class, "These dandy questionnaires go through the majority of topics we shall cover in this course, with a little bit of creative input here and there from yours truly. They shall help me know where to be hard on ya, and where to be even harder on ya!"

Giving another jovial laugh, Alison sat back on her desk and gestured to the clock, "They are due immediately upon classes conclusion, but until then!" she stood tall upon her desk and struck another pose "Feel the enchanting rise of your morale!"

And just like that, she was still as a statue again.

Lana shook her head and proceeded to starting what was no doubt going to be a joke of a quiz that would match its issuer.

 

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Ferryn Evans

Ferryn's shoulders relaxed a little as the quiz packets were handed out. Having taken the first two weeks of classes at a different hero school, she was relieved to see that many of these questions were familiar... Problem was, she didn't really remember their answers. Luckily with this class, a lot of the answers were just plain common sense.

One of the first to finish, Ferryn stared intently at the knight for awhile, and then decided to take this opportunity to nap.

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Paris

Paris stared at the questions on the quiz packet, mind swimming. She flipped three pages ahead and then decided to just focus on one at a time. Paris didn't realize how tense she was until her pencil broke in half and clattered across the floor. Crap. I guess I have to use a pen now... Question 1: There is a train moving with its break broken and next to you is a leaver that will make the train go on 1 of 2 tracks. Track 1 has 4 old people on it while Track 2 has 2 young people on it, which track do you flip the leaver to?

Okay Paris, classic train question. Easy. Despite that, she spent 5 minutes on it, and only proceeded to write the answer when she looked up at the clock and panicked.

Track 2. Honouring the elderly is top priority. That was a good answer, right?

Next question: The Dragon's lair is falling apart, you have enough time to rescue the Hoard of Wealth or break the princess out of the cage.
The Wealth can be used to help the Kingdom's doctors finally develop a cure for the Drakeplague and yet only the Princess can stop the Neighbouring kingdom from officially declaring total war on them. Paris sweated for a minute before deciding to rescue the princess. Especially since she didn't know what the Drakeplague was. Easy. Next.

A villain has bombs in two separate parts of the city with timers and the last bomb is with him and his crew who have taken over a museum and made hostages of all attendees to obtain a rare item. Assemble and describe the Squad you would need to counter all Threats! Paris's eye twitched before she decided to skip this one. Next.

Your brain is slowly shutting down and you only have thirty seconds to give a dying heroic speech to the orphan you just saved.
Detail the speech in triplicate. Paris forced her lungs to take in oxygen. Then she skipped that one too. Now she couldn't understand any of the other questions, so under the bomb one she wrote 'Dante-san and Edzan-sensei and Yuri-sensei' in shaky letters and then laid her forehead down on the quiz paper, defeated.

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