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Welcome!

Dear applicant, thank you for submitting an application for enrollment at Wavecrest Academy! The staff at Wavecrest has reviewed your qualifications and has decided to invite you to take the entrance exam. Find the rest of the details for the exam enclosed in the package this letter was attached to. We look forward to seeing you in the near future!

Sincerely, Julia Harrow, Dean of Wavecrest Academy​

A package with this note attached arrived at the doorsteps of several applicants two weeks after the application deadline had passed. An air of apprehension had hung around the academy the summer before the start of the new school year. Students and teachers alike always looked forward to the fall when they would see an inpouring of new and exciting students. Some of those students had already made a name for themselves in High School, others had flailed and were using their time at Wavecrest to try and make a more lasting mark on society before they started their official careers in the Hero field. Whether that meant that they were aspiring heroes, support specialists, managers, or anything in between, Wavecrest was meant to be their second time to shine.

Included in the package sent by Wavecrest was a packet of information pertaining to the academy's entrance exam, including when and where it would be. The packet didn't disclose too many details about the exam, though it did tell the students that they'd be graded by a board of Wavecrest staff who would be watching and proctoring the exam. Also contained in the package was simple athletic wear tailored to each student's physical details, which had been a section on the application.

Meanwhile it seemed that the news got worse with each passing day. Natural disasters were striking all across the US, and villains and thugs were taking full advantage of the ensuing chaos that followed. Pro Heroes and the police all had their work cut out for them, even some in this new wave of students had been called upon to assist with rescue efforts or fighting a villain who was causing a stir. This was something that weighed on every mind, though it seemed to take a backseat for Wavecrest Academy and its aspiring lot of new heroes. Nothing ever seems nearly as important than making your debut as a Hero, at least to the students.

"Another category 2 hurricane has struck the lower eastern coast of the United States. Reports of injuries and missing persons has reached over two thousand. There has also been several reports of structural damage in many residential and commercial areas." A voice reported, the aura of defeat coming from the newscaster was almost palpable. Phineus took a sip of his coffee, a frown etched into his face. He grabbed the remote for the television and turned it off before grabbing a jacket from his closet and leaving his home, marching in silence to a waiting vehicle. A shrill ring cut through the silence as a man hopped out of the car, dressed in a black suit. Reaching into his pocket, Phineus pulled out his cellphone and answered it.

"Hello." He muttered, still only half awake. The man in the suit opened the door to the vehicle and Phineus climbed in and sat down.

"Hello, Stormingcastles? This is Julia Harrow. I was calling to ensure you were still coming to this year's entrance exams?" The voice on the other end had a mellow and mature tone to it.

"Of course, Ms. Harrow. And I've told you before that you can call me Phineus. You are one of the biggest reasons I'm in the position I am." He was respectful in his own tone, which was a rarity for the #1 Hero, at least when it came to other heroes. There weren't many that had earned respect from the man, though the former Pro-Hero Lazarus was among the top.

"Oh, I know," She said, "but I can never tell who might be listening. So many of these students only ever answer their phones on speaker, despite my warnings of how rude that is." She was rambling, though that wasn't uncommon from her. Phineus listened without interrupting as she continued telling him about how rude some of the younger people seemed to be. Finally she took a breath and paused, "Well, anyways, thank you. I can't tell you enough how much of a credit to this school you are. I will see you in a few hours." And with that the old woman hung up the phone.

His history with Wavecrest Academy was well known, and he personally attributes a good deal of his rise to fame to some of the dedicated staff members of the Academy. Ms. Harrow was somebody who had helped him along greatly, and he had much respect for the retired Hero and all of the things she had accomplished. She had called him a credit to the school, but she was the heart and soul of that Academy.

Phineus gazed out of the window of the car, a feeling of unease settling over him. Something was going to happen today, he could feel it, he just didn't know what.

Exiting the Ralles Lake Tram Station were two teenagers, one with a huge grin on their face and the other practically stairing at the ground. Their names were Raven Wood and Morrigan Jamison.

"What do you think the exam is going to be?" Raven asked Morrigan.

"I don't know. Whatever they say it is, I guess." She answered. Her hands were planted firmly on the straps of her backpack as she continued walking, and you would think her eyes could burn a hole in the ground from how hard she was staring at it.

"You getting nervous, Morri? I understand if you are. I am too. It's exciting stuff, but at the same time, if we don't pass this entrance exam then we'll have wasted our efforts." That was what Raven said, but they were feeling pretty confident in their ability to pass. Their words were more in an effort to ease Morrigan's anxieties, and to let her know that she wasn't alone in this. She looked up from the ground and at Raven before returning her gaze to its original position.

"Yeah. That's the last thing I want. You know my dad attended Wavecrest? I think he would be pretty disappointed in me if I didn't get in." Morrigan's father was a small-time local Hero known as Bullfighter, who had the opportunity to make it big, but settled down because of his family instead. Raven had met him before, though he had never seemed like the type to be disappointed in his children. He was stubborn, sure, a bit hotheaded too, but he loved his kids unconditionally, or at least that was what Raven had concluded upon speaking with him.

"Eh, I think you're wrong. But hey, even if you're not, there's no need to worry because you and I are both going to ace this exam, don't you worry." They said, giving Morrigan a big smile. Morri didn't respond, but Raven could see the beginnings of a smile on her lips. The pair walked the rest of the way in silence, listening to the bustle of the city. They walked for about 5 minutes before the massive gates to Wavecrest Academy appeared in front of them. They approached an intercom that stood to the right of the gate and pressed the call button.

"Hello! We're here to take the entrance exams! I'm Raven Wood."

"Morrigan Jamison."

The intercom was silent for a moment after they spoke. Then, suddenly, a staticy sound emitted from the box and a voice chirped up, "Welcome! A staff member will be out in a few minutes to escort you to the exam grounds. To maximize efficiency, we will be waiting for a few more students to check in before bringing you back." Raven gave the camera on the intercom box a quick thumbs up before turning around to see if anybody else was coming. The city was so busy that any one of the people on the street could have been a student.

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Kamara had been up much earlier than she should have been, hyped up on the excitement of furthering her skillset in

creating support equipment for future heroes. Her golden eyes stared at the pale ceiling of her bedroom, only widening at the familiar sound of her phone's alarm going off. "Finally!" She whispered to herself, hastily rolling over and throwing her comforter off the bed. Turning her alarm off, she couldn't help the small squeak of excitement that escaped her. It didn't take very long for her to get ready, having had an outfit planned out for about a week, along with all of her supplies already packed in her bag the night before.

Energetic as ever, Kamara went into the kitchen to meet her mother, who had already been up as well. It seemed she had been working all night on a special client. "Wow, Mom. What happened to not getting wrapped up in your projects?" One of her thick brows were arched in speculation, plopping herself down at the small dining table. The rest of her morning was pretty much the same as usual, drinking coffee and enjoying breakfast with her mom, who ended up seeing her off at the tram station.

The ride felt like it would last for years. Kamara couldn't help the rapid bouncing of her leg, making the pants to her rather baggy overalls bounce along with it. She was constantly looking around the tram, wondering if she would make any friends with potential students. Looking back down at her lap, her freckled fingers gently pushed her large glasses up the bridge of her nose, only perking up when she heard the familiar 'DING!' signifying that the tram was making a stop.

Maybe it was the coffee, or simply just her nerves, but the closer she got to the rather ornate gates, the more she felt like her heart was going to beat itself right out of her chest. Letting out a shaky breath, Kamara quietly reassured herself, "You're fine. You'll do fine. Don't be a bitch.." Her walk to the entrance mostly consisted of the quiet mumblings of reassurance, up until she was right behind two people who had to have been fellow newbies. "Oh, um. Guess we're waiting here?" Kamara asked with a smile whilst taking in the two strangers. One of them looked about as nervous as she felt. God, I hope I'm not as transparent..

"I'm Kamara, by the way! Plan on being a support student. Personally am trying not to piss my pants, but, you know, what can ya do?" Well, there goes any chance at seeming not nervous! "Do you think the exam will be physical and mental? It's gotta be, right? Maybe we'll have to team up?" Kamara already was a bit of a rambler, but being nervous about the impending exam didn't help in the least. It took her a moment to realize that she hadn't even asked these poor souls for their name.

"God, I'm sorry. I didn't even ask for your names!" She laughed, a smile lighting up her face, "What should I call you guys?"

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Charlie, on the other hand, felt nothing but a heavy feeling of dread, regret sinking into her bones. Maybe this wasn't the best of ideas. How did her mom manage to convince her to even apply to this place again? Tired blue eyes took in the city that she would be calling home for... however long. Could she really prove herself to be a hero? It seemed that she didn't have a choice, knowing that beating her fear of her quirk meant that she would have to use it. She still thinks of it as a miracle that she was even accepted to take the entrance exam, since she didn't have a lick of experience when it came to academics focused on hero training.

She knew that none of it mattered now as she stood behind three future students. Charlotte can't be an aid to society if she stays stuck in her own head, right? Letting out a small sigh, a strand of black hair fluttered up and off her pale face. She decided not to introduce herself yet, mostly because, well, she didn't care to. It seemed kind of pointless to introduce herself to people she may not even be going to school with. Not to mention the fact that the curly headed girl seemed to be way too much.. the sun had barely risen and yet she sounds like she's wide awake. "Christ.." She muttered under her breath, making it a point to avoid this 'Kamara' for her own sanity. If most of the students were going to be like this, Charlie might just have to book a flight back to California.

 

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  I found myself playing with the pen I was holding, sliding in and out of my palm held only by two of fingers. I kept hitting the tip against the side of the car, my feet swung slightly up and down, and I kept shifting over and over as against those strappings, trying in vain to find a more comfortable position. Well, a part of me suspected it might be something inside as well, as if it wanted to jump out of me while my gaze remained fixated on the building that appeared outside, the one that I would, soon be attending. The one I had to attend. It was what I had stayed with that hero to accomplish.
  
  "Watch m- ow!" It seems I had accidentally slid the pen too far in this time. It wasn't as though I had any trouble pushing things towards the bone like that, but when it unexpected it could be a little unpleasant. Hopefully once I got a chance to really train my quirk it wouldn't be that way anymore. I rose my arm, palm pointing towards the ground and tapped it a bit to try to get the pen to slide back off.
  
  "Are you ok sweetie?" My mother inquired, turning suddenly towards me. "Did you get hurt somewhere? Do you need us to stop?"
  
  "I'm fine mom, I'm fine! I just accidentally a slid my pen in, just that." Yet her eyes told me she was still worried. I decided to fully release the quirk, causing the pen to shoot out of my arm (well, it was kind of just falling off, really). "See?"
  
  "Right... you're. Sorry, I guess mommy was overreacting a bit, right? If she worries this much over every little thing, what will she do if when you go and become one of those great heroes on the news all day? Just being on the academy could be dangerous. Mommy might just pass out!" She forced herself to smile. I also knew the question on her mind. It was the same question she asked me over and over again when she helped me pack yesterday.
  
  "Mom. I'm not going back to a 'normal college'. I decided I will be a hero, so I will be one. And this place, the time I will spend in Wavecrest Academy, it will help me achieve that. Just like that job, and the things I was doing with Grampa."
  
  "R-right you are sweetie."
  
  "You still gotta pass your exam. We'll be rooting for you!"
  
  "I will." I had to. "And thanks."
  
  I gave him a smile.
  
  Soon, we arrived at a place in which we could park. I freed myself from the booster seat, but then I heard the clicking of their seatbelts unfastening as well. I didn't know parents were allowed to watch? I raised an eyebrow, making sure it was visible from the mirror, but exited the car anyway. Someone might have seen me already, but I still wanted to reduce that chance if I could, so I practically (if not actually) lept out of the car the moment the door was out of the way, and when I closed it again it revealed my parents had been standing right behind it, my father's arm around my mother's shoulders and both looking down to me and my one-piece dress and red backpack essentially just containing some writing martial, a snack and the folded sportswear the academy sent, wrapped in the same plastic it came.
  
  "Finally out of that thing." I said, stretching a bit.
  
  "Can't be helped, it's just what the law is." Dad sighed.
  
  <You were the one that used to complain the most about this sort of stuff though.> I thought to myself.
  
  "Make lots of friends, ok sweetie?"
  
  "....Yeah. Friends, yep!" I nodded, though my face didn't quite match the enthusiasm of my words though. I didn't have many expectations better than a professional relationship, but probably there would be someone eventually with whom I would be able to hang out with in a friendly way. Or not. I wasn't about to bring it up anyway.
  
  "Now, what's with that frowny face. Is your hero name going to be batman?"
  
  "Dad! Stop, that's a century-old reference! I wouldn't even know about it if you didn't talk about stuff like that all the time." Still, I couldn't help myself from chuckling. When I stopped, I found the words I wanted to say caught up in my throat, my lips bent over one another as I struggled to find the resolve to bring out. Damn it, even though I prepared myself for this! I swallowed. "Alright, then, I'll be going. I'll be fine mo-mo-mommy and da-daddy."
  
  I turned as fast as I could and began walking away, giving them a wave without facing them. How could I? I would certainly faint of shame if I did. But who cares, if it made them happy?
  
  I decided to look for the place where we would enter for the exam, touching the ground and walls, picking up stuff from the ground just in case I found anything useful or important, scouting the rest of the people there with my gaze. I also took the opportunity to see if a certain hero hadn't appeared as well. To my understanding parents weren't allowed to watch, but I wasn't sure if a rule like that applied to heroes. And even if he didn't come to watch the exam itself, I wouldn't put it past him to show up for encouragement or consolation, before OR after the exam. The type of guy to hire someone like me despite what anyone said. For now though, we had either missed each other or he hadn't come after all, but it wasn't as though I didn't recognize anyone.
  
  "Hey Kamara! Are you here to try for the hero course as well? Do you know those two?" I inquired, trotting to her side (or her back I guess, since it was a line), then bending my body sideways to observe the ones she appeared to be talking to. Both appeared to be wearing these baggy-looking clothes and had an astonishing amount of unkept white hair. A bit rough-looking too? Well, there was only so much one could get out of a first impression. Wait, if Kamara was just talking to them, they might simply have met up here. "This IS the line to go in for the exam, right?"
  
  
  
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  I found myself playing with the pen I was holding, sliding in and out of my palm held only by two of fingers. I kept hitting the tip against the side of the car, my feet swung slightly up and down, and I kept shifting over and over as against those strappings, trying in vain to find a more comfortable position. Well, a part of me suspected it might be something inside as well, as if it wanted to jump out of me while my gaze remained fixated on the building that appeared outside, the one that I would, soon be attending. The one I had to attend. It was what I had stayed with that hero to accomplish.
  
  "Watch m- ow!" It seems I had accidentally slid the pen too far in this time. It wasn't as though I had any trouble pushing things towards the bone like that, but when it unexpected it could be a little unpleasant. Hopefully once I got a chance to really train my quirk it wouldn't be that way anymore. I rose my arm, palm pointing towards the ground and tapped it a bit to try to get the pen to slide back off.
  
  "Are you ok sweetie?" My mother inquired, turning suddenly towards me. "Did you get hurt somewhere? Do you need us to stop?"
  
  "I'm fine mom, I'm fine! I just accidentally a slid my pen in, just that." Yet her eyes told me she was still worried. I decided to fully release the quirk, causing the pen to shoot out of my arm (well, it was kind of just falling off, really). "See?"
  
  "Right... you're. Sorry, I guess mommy was overreacting a bit, right? If she worries this much over every little thing, what will she do if when you go and become one of those great heroes on the news all day? Just being on the academy could be dangerous. Mommy might just pass out!" She forced herself to smile. I also knew the question on her mind. It was the same question she asked me over and over again when she helped me pack yesterday.
  
  "Mom. I'm not going back to a 'normal college'. I decided I will be a hero, so I will be one. And this place, the time I will spend in Wavecrest Academy, it will help me achieve that. Just like that job, and the things I was doing with Grampa."
  
  "R-right you are sweetie."
  
  "You still gotta pass your exam. We'll be rooting for you!"
  
  "I will." I had to. "And thanks."
  
  I gave him a smile.
  
  Soon, we arrived at a place in which we could park. I freed myself from the booster seat, but then I heard the clicking of their seatbelts unfastening as well. I didn't know parents were allowed to watch? I raised an eyebrow, making sure it was visible from the mirror, but exited the car anyway. Someone might have seen me already, but I still wanted to reduce that chance if I could, so I practically (if not actually) lept out of the car the moment the door was out of the way, and when I closed it again it revealed my parents had been standing right behind it, my father's arm around my mother's shoulders and both looking down to me and my one-piece dress and red backpack essentially just containing some writing martial, a snack and the folded sportswear the academy sent, wrapped in the same plastic it came.
  
  "Finally out of that thing." I said, stretching a bit.
  
  "Can't be helped, it's just what the law is." Dad sighed.
  
  <You were the one that used to complain the most about this sort of stuff though.> I thought to myself.
  
  "Make lots of friends, ok sweetie?"
  
  "....Yeah. Friends, yep!" I nodded, though my face didn't quite match the enthusiasm of my words though. I didn't have many expectations better than a professional relationship, but probably there would be someone eventually with whom I would be able to hang out with in a friendly way. Or not. I wasn't about to bring it up anyway.
  
  "Now, what's with that frowny face. Is your hero name going to be batman?"
  
  "Dad! Stop, that's a century-old reference! I wouldn't even know about it if you didn't talk about stuff like that all the time." Still, I couldn't help myself from chuckling. When I stopped, I found the words I wanted to say caught up in my throat, my lips bent over one another as I struggled to find the resolve to bring out. Damn it, even though I prepared myself for this! I swallowed. "Alright, then, I'll be going. I'll be fine mo-mo-mommy and da-daddy."
  
  I turned as fast as I could and began walking away, giving them a wave without facing them. How could I? I would certainly faint of shame if I did. But who cares, if it made them happy?
  
  I decided to look for the place where we would enter for the exam, touching the ground and walls, picking up stuff from the ground just in case I found anything useful or important, scouting the rest of the people there with my gaze. I also took the opportunity to see if a certain hero hadn't appeared as well. To my understanding parents weren't allowed to watch, but I wasn't sure if a rule like that applied to heroes. And even if he didn't come to watch the exam itself, I wouldn't put it past him to show up for encouragement or consolation, before OR after the exam. The type of guy to hire someone like me despite what anyone said. For now though, we had either missed each other or he hadn't come after all, but it wasn't as though I didn't recognize anyone.
  
  "Hey Kamara! Are you here to try for the hero course as well? Do you know those two?" I inquired, trotting to her side (or her back I guess, since it was a line), then bending my body sideways to observe the ones she appeared to be talking to. Both appeared to be wearing these baggy-looking clothes and had an astonishing amount of unkept white hair. A bit rough-looking too? Well, there was only so much one could get out of a first impression. Wait, if Kamara was just talking to them, they might simply have met up here. "This IS the line to go in for the exam, right?"
  
  
  
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[Phayne]

The sound of gunfire could be heard reverberating through the walls of Freed's dark and decrepit dorm room, the stench of death and decay permeating through each and every small orifice of an opening that was readily available. Stashed away in the corner of this 12x18 dorm room provided by the academy was the ghostly pale and thin frame of Freed, his surroundings illuminated by the ever sporadic changes of light coming from his television screen as well as the blue glow that radiated off of his hair. Gripped tightly within both of the lanky figures hands was a black console controller, thin bony fingers dancing away at the controls as amber colored eyes remained fixed upon the television screen.

"Thats it! Thats it! Thats It!" shouted Freed, his finger violently pressing the upper right most button of the controller; the sound emanating from his TV reminiscent to the sound of a rifle being shot in short consecutive burst fire. "Take that you son of a bitch!" shouted Freed, "How do you like me now? Huh!?! You though you were some badass after that lucky ass headshot on me?!... Well take that!" continued Freed, his body rocking back and forth in his furore. "How about a parting gift? Haha!" he gleefully continued as his character began to unceremoniously 'T-bag' the fallen enemy sprawled across his Television screen. A classic case of 'behind the screen bravado'. Freed for a long time now had become quite the toxic gamer, an individual characterized by their frequent bouts of flaming and trash talk.

This day in particular had Freed on edge, the blue haired boy being on the 3rd day of his 3 day gaming marathon. A lack of sleep, followed by a concoction of coffee, red bull and pure adrenaline had made him quite the edgy individual, so his toxicity today was even more intense than usual. Truthfully, It was almost a medical miracle that his body had not given up on him; though considering the intense aroma permeating from his room it wouldn't have been that surprising if there really had been dead body inside of his room. Needless to say, personal hygiene had been sacrificed during this 3 day gaming session in favor of maximizing his game time; his only real breaks being for food, short naps and the toilet.

"Oh hell Yeah!!! Victory!... You plebians should thank me for hard carrying you through this match!" shouted Freed, as the large 'Victory' message appeared across his screen and the small 'MVP' icon appeared next to his in-game moniker 'BlueÐemon'. Freed tossed the controller to his side, the device bouncing against a bag of rubbish before hitting the floor as the boy fell to his back, a wide grin spread across his face as his eyes met with his ceiling. With that victory, he had managed to make it into the Platinum rank; a rank reserved for the games best players from the region and a rank that certified his in-game talent and status as one of the elites in the server. A monumental accomplishment for the avid gamer, yet something so trivial within the real world; a world that Freed himself held very little value for.

A social outcast and a shut in, Freed's dorm room was located at the furthest end of the 3rd floor; isolated from the others due to his undesirable tendencies to make too much noise as well as the strange smells that tend to pervade the immediate area outside of his room; especially during his marathons. Sighing as he turned his head towards the clock hung against the adjacent wall, Freed during this rare break between matches had vaguely remembered today's big event; the welcoming and introduction of this years newest students via the Wavecrest Academy's entrance exam. Normally, Freed wouldn't have given this a second thought however it just so happened that the timing for the exam would coincide with a scheduled maintenance for his game.

A painful coincidence, yet one that provided Freed with the opportunity to fall down from his current 'high' and allow his brain to reset itself for another intense gaming session once the maintenance ended. It also provided him with the chance to restock his supply of snacks and instant cook ramen.

Forcing himself up onto his feet, Freed waded his way through the mess in his room and made his way towards the closet in his room where he began to search for a fresh pair of shorts and a T-shirt. Alas, when he did raise his arm to grab a shirt; the smell that would hit him soon after would send him tumbling back down onto his ass.

A shower was well overdue.

 

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Erik Magnusson

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BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

The repetitive blaring of the analog alarm clock reared its ugly head, albeit quite uselessly. Erik had already been awake for some small amount of time, though he wasn't exactly sure how long. He spent most of his morning already simply staring at the star chart poster above his head, a gift from his grandfather back during his 13th birthday. Today was the day. No less, as his bloodshot eyes slowly turned to gaze at the time, the young man subsequently slowly rose up from his rest, and gently shut off the alarm. 6:30 am. Hopefully he would have time to get things done before he had to be at his destination. Wiping the crust from his eyes, Erik arose from his mess of a bed, and began his day. First: A 5 minute lukewarm shower. Next: A t-shirt with a Warhol style portraiture of an astronaut in their space-suit, with NASA. A grey NASA hoodie with a spectrometer x-ray of the Astro E2 mission detailed on the back. Some sretchy, faded grey jeans for maximum comfort. And, just before he swiftly went outside his bedroom door, he quickly nabbed his backpack and beat up Converse shoes.

The living room of the apartment seemed like it was shaded grey in what little light from so early in the morning entered through the half-drawn windows of the small apartment. Erik could already tell the graveyard hours at the nearby hospital did their work as he noticed the figure sprawled upon the garage-sale sofa in what could safely be assumed to be a deep sleep. setting his backback and shoes down by the kitchen counter for the moment, Erik took a moment to get a blanket for his mother before he continued on his prepping time. Quietly opening the fridge, he started grabbing a bunch of bottles of mineral water, and a couple of Dr Peppers with his name written on sticky notes attached to him, with a little bit of encouragement underneath: 'Good luck on the entrance exam!'. A nice little gift from his mom on her way back home from work, it appeared. With a gentle smirk, he shoved as much as he could into his pack, before closing the fridge and opening up one of the cupboards. He pulled out some Cream O' Wheat, and after setting it upon the counter, pulled out a sticky note himself and wrote down some instructions onto it before sticking it to the box. If anything, Erik prided himself on the fact that he was by and far a better cook than his mother.

Slinging his backpack over his shoulder, and then promptly shoving on his shoes, Erik quietly ventured out the door. Walking around town so early sometimes felt like quite an adventure, but it was an adventure Erik had done plenty of time before. In the fairly recent years, Erik had been doing part time work at a local aquarium attraction, a place where he quietly prospered as someone intmately familiar with maintaining the habitats of the fish. It was honest work, and it was enjoyable, but recently he decided it was time to leave to make time for his new, grand experiment in the hero business. Phone? Check. Ear-buds? Check. Daft Punk playlist on one of those music streaming apps? Check. The public bus was empty, aside from the driver. It felt surreal yet comfortable at the same time. Erik certainly appreciated the lack of the hustle and bustle of an awake city, though he knew well that would come soon enough.

Eventually, Erik made his first stop: Good old Mcdonald's. He had been coming to this one every few days for a while, right when they opened, and today was just the same. After some brief small-talk with the cashier, he exited the building with a cup of colde coffee and a paper bag full of a few breakfast items. Personally, Erik was fond of the sausage-egg mcgriddle, and as a man who was particularly consistent with what food he ordered, and the combination of his consistency of visiting fast-food places, chances are whatever places he went to already knew when he would order and what he would order, culminating to a quick and easy process formed through consistency.

Second stop: The park.

Chilly? Just a bit. But Erik quite enjoyed the quiet morning peppered with the sounds of birds as he would sit at a wooden bench-table to eat his breakfast. And as he slowly ate his mcgriddles and just as slowly drank his coffee, he would watch the sun slowly rise from beyond the horizon as it lazily climbed into the sky. And over time, the sound of traffic would start growing more frequent. Eventually, his phone began to vibrate. The alarm had gone off, and just as he ate the last bit of the last mcgriddle, Erik bunched up his trashed, strapped his backpack fully on, tossed his trash into the nearest trash can, and caught the bus for the third and final time this morning. This ride he spent mostly squirming, trying desperately to get rid of the ridiculous amount of tenseness in his back. Every once in a while, it felt like his spine was going to snap in half, nad right now it was acting up again. He really hoped he didn't have to deal with this during the exam. As the bus came to a halt near enough to Erik's destination, he couldn't help but use the momentum to get at least one of the knots worked out, leaning backward on the upwards-facing edge of the seat directly on his spine. A loud crunch suddenly popped out. It wasn't all of it, but Erik certainly hit the jackpot when it came to working out one of the big kinks in his back. Clamoring out of the bus, hoodie raised, Erik slowly meandered to what absolutely had to be the building. Gated buildings? In this part of the city, in this part of the county, localized entirely within this neighborhood? Well, he saw it. And he just as well noticed the folks gathered by the gate. All were definitely about his age. Unfortunately, two's company, and three's a crowd, and not only did he hate crowds, but with himself added, that made for two whole crowds. Not exactly a concept he was fond of, and as such, he simply stood some small distance away, hoodie tucked further over his face, and almost immediately he took out one of the Dr Peppers from his backpack to calm his nerves some small amount.

God did he not like crowds.

 

[PlusUltra]

Beatrice Capri Kashmir "Ramsey"

Standing before the row of glazed windows that overlooked the Montanna mountains, Beatrice would read over the As she finishes reading over the documents in her hands one last time. While she would have liked to share the news in person, a slight turn to overlook the otherwise empty household would make that desire main a distant fantasy. Her mother was likely down at the town socializing and her father a thousand miles away, either way, if she did gain access to Wavecrest she wouldn't really leaving behind much.

However before she could put too much thought into that, she would need to deal with the entrance exam itself, a test that was frustratingly short on the details of what it entailed other than requiring a somewhat form-fitting athletic wear. Throwing the papers down onto her bed she lifted up the garment in question, she honestly would have preferred to bring her own as the colors and style really didn't fit her even if the size was right. Holding out the sleeves and placing it in front of her she idly wondered if there would be some infraction should she break the dress code, also how they would react to a few modifications, there was still time to do the work but the question remained if she should.
It wasn't like the whole dress code would be that much of a priority when being sent to tackle the various disasters happening, it was more about the results than the fashion.

(The Day of the Exam)

Sitting in the back of a black sedan, Beatrice would look out the window as the scenery continued to pass her by on the way to the academy. Mountains had given way to trees, open planes, several small towns, a city, and now finally the large gates of the Wavecrest academy. Closing her eyes she would take several slow breaths as she continued to sit once the car had come to a stop, composing herself and solidifying her nerves until the driver opens the door from the outside. Snapping her eyes open she would step out wordlessly with purpose, focused on the path in front of her, and begins to walk as soon as the first foot touched the concrete, not speaking to the capped driver as she advances on her singular goal.

Stepping past the growing crowd without a glance she was pushing the intercome as the driver had begun to pull away, speaking in a clear firm tone with some sternness behind it "Beatrice Capri Kashmir, Entrance exam." turning afterward to finally acknowledge those before her, giving each a firm look in turn with her strange slitted eyes. Should she be successful these could be her classmates to come, a small fraction of them at least. She was under no illusion that today would cut away the majority of these people, but the question remained which could stand steady and which would be found lacking. She otherwise remained silent to the edge of the crowd, not wanting to be too boxed in amongst the strangers. It was not lost on her that others would be likely judging her the same way, however, and so until she knew if she would be competing with these people directly it would likely be best to keep all her cards close at hand less she risk her possible position
at this school over another taking advantage of it.

 

[QuirkyAngel]

Franklin Weiss

“Don’t worry if you fail the Entrance Exam. There’s always next year.”

“How very encouraging of you, Dear Sister.” Exiting his sister’s car, which was parked at the closest street in front of the Wavecrest Academy entrance, Franklin glanced back at his smirking, pink-haired sibling, whose elbow rested on the edge of vehicle’s window as she leaned forward a bit to bid him farewell. Or good luck. Or bad luck. One could never tell with Juniper’s temperamental nature. The only reason she had to drive him at all was he’d woken up late and their parents insisted since she lived close by, so he didn’t imagine she’d be happy about having to drive her brother around on a non-school day. “As a student of Wavecrest who'd already passed this excruciatingly difficult, but important, milestone in your Hero career, can’t you tell your loving brother something more useful about it? Like what sort of things we'll be tested on?”

“Hell no! Even if I was allowed to disclose such information to you, I bet the exam’s going to be waaay different than when I took it, you Little Cheater.”

Franklin shrugged. “It was worth a try.” Giving his elder sister a lazy wave of goodbye, the white-haired adolescent walked the rest of the way to the school’s entrance. There were already plenty of students lined up to take the exam—most likely receiving an invitation like he had. He guessed only about a quarter would make it into the school…maybe less. Shrugging, Franklin Weiss stuck his hands into his pocket as he trudged to join them.

He was a bit nervous…but not for the reason you’d expect. Becoming a hero was whatevs—any hero school could work for that—but this was the hero school that Dr. Downs taught at. He was finally one step closer to his goal. One step closer at seeing Wilma again. Face turning slightly pink at the thought, Franklin coughed to clear his mind. He couldn’t let himself get distracted with the exam looming so close. He didn’t know if Dr. Wilma Downs was part of the Wavecrest Application committee or not, but the idea that she might be watching—that she’d finally see his progress since the last time they’d met—made him stand up just a little bit straighter.

Franklin had done all he could. Prepared all he could. Now all he could do was leave the rest to fate. All his life, Franklin had never struggled with tests. Any tests...except the physical education ones when he was in elementary school...but he never cared for those until 4 years ago. However, for some reason, this one was starting to make him feel a little queasy. Not that anything showed on his face, of course. Schooling his features had become natural to Franklin Weiss over the years. At first, it had been a defense mechanism against the bullies that only grew more satisfied the more they saw him upset. Now it was simply a part of who he was.

Scratching his messy white hair, Franklin sighed, forcing himself to relax by mumbling all the elements of the periodic table in alphabetical order.

 

[Alchemy.]

"Revivify to the front gate, please; Revivify to the front gate." A voice echoed across the grounds of Wavecrest Academy through its PA system. The Academy's nurse could be found underneath a tall tree just outside of the administrative building around this time. Connor enjoyed to take little breaks where he could, though it was never very long before his name was called over the PA system to treat an injury sustained through training or sparring. It was his job, both as the school doctor and as somebody who called themselves a hero, and Connor loved his job, despite how taxing it could be.

The support hero put a smile on his face and began to march towards the front gates. It wasn't a long walk as the administrative building was the one closest to the entrance in the event of an emergency. Connor looked closely at the prospects as he approached the gate, bandaged hands resting casually in his pockets. It was a decent group, it seemed, though you never really could tell until the practical took place. The practical was where they would show their skills, and they all had skill, he knew that much from the data the school had on these students.

"7 Prospective heroes, 1 support student." He said through the gate, pulling his left hand out of his pocket and putting in his access code. He saw some of them speaking with each other, and he hated to interrupt, but he was fairly certain that all of them would rather move onto the exam. "Your names are Raven, Morrigan, Charlotte, Kamara, Katharine, Erik, Beatrice, and Franklin." He pointed to each of them as he called out their names. "I am Revivify, welcome to Wavecrest Academy. On behalf of the staff I would like to thank you all for accepting our invitation to take the entrance exams. If you all would follow me, I'll take you to the testing facility, where you will first take the written portion of the exam, and then the practical."

With that said, Connor motioned with his hands for the others to follow him and began moving. He kept a medium stride so as to allow the prospects to follow him without getting lost, turning around occasionally to ensure they were still tailing him. "I know things may be nerve-wracking in there, but just remember to stay confident and ready. If we didn't think you could get in, we wouldn't have invited you at all, so we already believe you all are skilled. It's up to you to nail in that belief, however." Connor said, continuing to walk as the went by the administrative building.

A few more minutes of walking brought the school's doctor and his crowd in front of the Tide Building. "Here we are. Once we go inside, we will go to the third floor and into classroom 301. As soon as you take your seats, you will be allowed to begin your tests, you'll find your seat by the name markers set in front of them." Connor began to explain. "There will be no talking during the test, and if you are caught cheating then you will escorted off of school grounds and disqualified from the rest of the exams."

Letting his gaze sweep across the students as he finished speaking, he let his words settle in for a moment before nodding his head and moving into the building and onto the staircase. He moved quickly into the classroom and took his seat at the proctor station, watching each student as they filed into the classroom. All of tests, excluding Kamara's, were the same. The contents were general knowledge questions such as high-school level mathematics, history, science, literature, and heroics 101. Kamara's test included some more advanced mathematics and sciences. The student's likely wouldn't struggle very much with these tests, considering that the hard part was the practical.

The entire third floor of the Tide Building was just like this classroom. Full of prospective students looking to get into one of the three courses Wavecrest offered. All of them buzzing with an air of excitement and nervousness. Meanwhile, outside of the school's entrance gates, a black sedan pulled up. It didn't take very long for the students to finish the written. Revivify collected the tests and sorted them into a file labeled "Group A" before moving to the door of the classroom. "Now that that's out of the way, we'll be moving on to the practical. If you all would follow me, one more time." He said.

Connor promptly left the Tide Building and escorted the group of students to Training Field B, where a crowd of prospects was already steadily growing. "[color=f579a2]We'll wait here for the rest of the applicants to finish the written before moving on.[/color]" He told his group before moving them into the crowd and heading up to be with the rest of the teachers. Behind the crowd of students, Connor could see a tall man approaching, dressed in his classic pseudo-armor costume. Connor would recognize the man anywhere; it was Stormingcastles, the #1 Hero.

He'd been given the opportunity to change into his costume during the car ride over, which wasn't an easy task, but one he'd managed nonetheless. Clad in his iconic costume, Stormingcastles approached an already large crowd of applicants. If he remembered correctly, all of the students took the practical exam, even those not in the hero course. He made his way around the students and up to where Lazarus and a number of other staff members were standing.

"Welcome, Stormingcastles, and thank you for coming, again." Lazarus greeted him, holding her hand out to give him a firm handshake. He gave her a small smile and a nod and turned to the students. "Oh! Here, these are just some basic rules to accompany your speech." Lazarus said, handing him two note cards. He took them and put his hands behind his back, waiting for his cue to go on with his speech. He received it only a few moments later as the rest of the applicants filed in. "Please welcome Stormingcastles, the #1 Hero in the US and a Wavecrest Alumni." Lazarus said into the microphone placed in front of her.

"Welcome, prospective heroes. You're starting down a path that will change the entire course of your lives, but I'm sure you all already know that." He started. "This path will not be easy; for those of you in the hero course, the support course, or the general course. But none of you are here for an easy ride. You all have worked very hard to get to this point in your lives, and you'll work even harder from here on out, of that I am sure."

His tone was steady and reassuring, "Soon, you all will be taking the practical exam for entry into Wavecrest Academy. You may not think it necessary to do this exam, especially if you're not in the Hero course. But rest assured that taking part in this exam will help you greatly as you move forward with your studies and your lives. To know what Heroes have to go through is extremely beneficial for you as students. It will help those in the Hero course get a feel for what their getting themselves into. It will help those in the Support course to see the types of things that can go wrong, and how to properly address and fix them. It will help those in the General Studies course to see what the Heroes they will go on to support have to go through, and how to best handle those things." He felt wholeheartedly that every person should have at least a taste of what a Pro Hero might go through, if only to humble them.

"Whatever you may or may not gain from this exam, just know that it was necessary and crucial to your development not only as professionals, but as people. Now, Lazarus has given me some brief instructions to relay to you all concerning the exam." He continued. He brought the note cards to his eyes and began to read them. "Students taking part in the practical exam will be graded on efficiency, cohesion, communication, leadership, and support. The practical exam this year is a simulated disaster with an unknown cause and unknown casualties and injuries. Your job, as Heroes, will be to examine the situation and act accordingly. Use of Quirks is permitted, though no special gear will be allowed during this exam. The staff of Wavecrest will step in only if absolutely necessary." He explained.

He put the cards away and let his gaze sweep across the students one more time. "Good luck to all of you, I'll be watching with excitement to see how the new class of Heroes performs." And with that the staff escorted the students into the building. The students changed into the athletic gear that was provided and lined up at the start of the field. Sitting behind the massive metal gates blocking the entrance was a scene of chaos. Several multi-story buildings were ablaze and actors were running along the streets screaming. Some were pretending to be injured, some were playing dead, others were simply there to make noise and chaos.

"BEGIN!" The words rang out over a loud speaker and the giant metal gates groaned as they opened, revealing the chaotic scene to the students.

 

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  I heard little cracking noises as I stretched my limbs on the walk back from the written exam, taking advantage of the slightly slower pace than before (unlike going for the written portion, where I had to step up my pace to keep up). It wasn't a hard test, seeing how I got that tutelage from the hero, but sitting around in any test would leave anyone at least a little stiff. To think, that wasn't even what the real test was about...
  
  "Are we allowed to bring stuff from home, if it's commonplace? For instance..." I lowered the arm I raised to ask my question, stretching it in front of me and shaking it a bit while consciously releasing my quirk's effect on one of the items I hid. I felt the broom being gradually pushed out of my body and expanding back to full size. It dropped to the ground in front of me with a 'thump'. "Something like that?"
  
  I went inside after getting my answer. Thankfully I was allowed to bring stuff in. Most people might protest the lack of more advanced items or that items are allowed to be brought in at all, but for a quirk like mine was practically made to work with items. There would be stuff inside no doubt, but I wasn't sure if I could count on finding the right stuff, and this way I had a much greater range of options from the getgo, without wasting time that could be used "rescuing" on collecting stuff to use my quirk on. With this, I could focus on first assessing my situation proper.
  
  The first thing I noticed: The place was HUGE. As in, you could fit in BUILDINGS inside huge. There was also a lot of fire, but I couldn't exactly pluck a fire extinguisher out of the wall to borrow it. I could use bottles of water for something small, but that was it. Since I lacked physical strength, moving people out of debris was out of the question for me as well. That left searching for people, aiding in evacuation and searching and distributing potential medical supplies. Plus, of course, fighting a villain if one popped up. There was none here yet, but I certainly wouldn't put it past them to add one or two eventually.
  
  "It's not like I had any doubt about it from the beginning, but coordinating with others would be great for this kind of test. I wouldn't know who to though... And it'll be harder to stand out if it seems like I'm relying on other's skills too much. In the end of the day, we are working together, but we're also competing for the spots." I sighed, shook my head, and then lept forward, sprinting towards some of the panicking people. The closest was an older middle aged man with a white goatee, running around frantically and screaming off the top of his lungs. I placed myself in front of him within a certain distance to give him time to stop before we hit each other, and put my own hands in front to make my intentions more visible. "Sir, please stop. I'll take you to a safe pla-"
  
  "OUT OF MY WAY YOU BRAT!" He didn't even slightly hesitate to pummel the side of my cheek, sending flying towards the ground, then running right past me. It wasn't even a quirk, just a regular punch from an aged man in a panic. I felt the embarrassment of that display rushing through me as I locked eyes with two people hiding behind the entrance of a still standing building.
  
  "A-are y-y-you a-a-a-a-alright?" Asked one of the actors, playing a frightened kid. His mouth was shaking more than the rest of his body, and he was less covered by the wall than his "mother", holding his hand but with only a bit of her arm and face visible.
  
  "Ah, don't worry about it." I began to stand up, then stared them right in the eyes. "More importantly, you've got to escape! I'll get you out of here to a safe place."
  
  "What? What are you saying?" The mother squealed.
  
  "Yeah, look at the mess outside, we have to stay inside!"
  
  What? No, we were supposed to be in the middle of a disaster! Staying inside the building so close to the ones already fallen and burning was practically inviting an accident to happen!
  
  "No! You're in danger in there! The building might-" I stopped myself. The actor's faces were going growing more terrified. My warnings were backfiring! "Well, um, I mean..."
  
  "How old even are you? Kids should do what the adults tell them to, ok? You don't know what you're saying. Now come here!"
  
  "I..."
  
  What was I supposed to say right now? I knew there was something, I was taught this, uh it was in that book, or that one time, why couldn't I? Damn it, I was having a hard time thinking straight already, and though this was an exam and my lack of credibility was obvious, I didn't think they'd go down that route. I couldn't them by force- if I even was able to - so what could I do to convince them?
  
  I could try to bribe the child with something, but the mother would get in the way.
  
  I could try to dig in my heels and explain I was a hero (at least for this simulation I assumed), but if their perspective about me was already skewed, there's no way they would believe me.
  
  If I tried to argue my case I'd waste a ton of time and they would probably only get more stubborn.
  
  "Y-you're right...But I was just telling people because..." I needed to swallow my pride for this one. "That hero mister back there was telling everyone to get out and go to the safe place! They told me to come tell everyone!"
  
  "A hero? Is is that so?"
  
  I nodded.
  
  "Tch. Passable." Muttered the 'kid' under his breath. He glanced around and smacked something, before stomping his food and pointing at me. "I don't believe you! You're lying! You're a liar!"
  
  Arguing back would be terrible here, but I couldn't just...
  
  Then I noticed some crack forming in the ceiling of the entrance to the building, it was probably made to split that way, but that didn't change the fact that several boulders were about to fall right on top of the two actors. My eyes widened: They really were going to go this far just for an exam?!
  
  "Get down!" I screamed, pushing the kid away and using the mother's arm as a would-be-rope to help me jump higher and faster, while at the same time getting her slightly out of the way. The rocks broke as I placed my arms in front of me and partially released the items stored with my quirk on my arms, causing their tips to pop out of them. Thanks to that, I was able to push the falling rocks away though I ended up falling on my back myself.
  
  "Oh my Lord are you alright?"
  
  "I'm...fine. Just get to where the mister hero was saying, ok?"
  
  The "mother" nodded and took her "child"'s hand, and left. I slowly got into a sitting position.
  
  "Aaah, that was pathetic. To think I needed the exam actor's help to get a situation where I could convince them. I'm doing bad enough, what if they discount my points for lying to? Crap, I don't even wanna THINK about it."
  
  On top of that, I lost the screaming man, didn't personally guide the child and mother to safety, and wasted so much time on just two. I wasn't being effective, let alone efficient. I needed to change strategy, and focus just on my strongest suit in this exam from here on out: Search. I was quick and agile, and unlike in the other aspects my size would help get in cramped places, which should give me an edge in search, even if a small one. Plus after finding people I could go back and inform my fellow examinees, showing both cooperation and my individual capabilities. Cooperation AND standing out. Now, that was a plan.
  
  I got up, rubbing my arms and my legs a bit. I had fallen so much already...
  
  
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  I heard little cracking noises as I stretched my limbs on the walk back from the written exam, taking advantage of the slightly slower pace than before (unlike going for the written portion, where I had to step up my pace to keep up). It wasn't a hard test, seeing how I got that tutelage from the hero, but sitting around in any test would leave anyone at least a little stiff. To think, that wasn't even what the real test was about...
  
  "Are we allowed to bring stuff from home, if it's commonplace? For instance..." I lowered the arm I raised to ask my question, stretching it in front of me and shaking it a bit while consciously releasing my quirk's effect on one of the items I hid. I felt the broom being gradually pushed out of my body and expanding back to full size. It dropped to the ground in front of me with a 'thump'. "Something like that?"
  
  I went inside after getting my answer. Thankfully I was allowed to bring stuff in. Most people might protest the lack of more advanced items or that items are allowed to be brought in at all, but for a quirk like mine was practically made to work with items. There would be stuff inside no doubt, but I wasn't sure if I could count on finding the right stuff, and this way I had a much greater range of options from the getgo, without wasting time that could be used "rescuing" on collecting stuff to use my quirk on. With this, I could focus on first assessing my situation proper.
  
  The first thing I noticed: The place was HUGE. As in, you could fit in BUILDINGS inside huge. There was also a lot of fire, but I couldn't exactly pluck a fire extinguisher out of the wall to borrow it. I could use bottles of water for something small, but that was it. Since I lacked physical strength, moving people out of debris was out of the question for me as well. That left searching for people, aiding in evacuation and searching and distributing potential medical supplies. Plus, of course, fighting a villain if one popped up. There was none here yet, but I certainly wouldn't put it past them to add one or two eventually.
  
  "It's not like I had any doubt about it from the beginning, but coordinating with others would be great for this kind of test. I wouldn't know who to though... And it'll be harder to stand out if it seems like I'm relying on other's skills too much. In the end of the day, we are working together, but we're also competing for the spots." I sighed, shook my head, and then lept forward, sprinting towards some of the panicking people. The closest was an older middle aged man with a white goatee, running around frantically and screaming off the top of his lungs. I placed myself in front of him within a certain distance to give him time to stop before we hit each other, and put my own hands in front to make my intentions more visible. "Sir, please stop. I'll take you to a safe pla-"
  
  "OUT OF MY WAY YOU BRAT!" He didn't even slightly hesitate to pummel the side of my cheek, sending flying towards the ground, then running right past me. It wasn't even a quirk, just a regular punch from an aged man in a panic. I felt the embarrassment of that display rushing through me as I locked eyes with two people hiding behind the entrance of a still standing building.
  
  "A-are y-y-you a-a-a-a-alright?" Asked one of the actors, playing a frightened kid. His mouth was shaking more than the rest of his body, and he was less covered by the wall than his "mother", holding his hand but with only a bit of her arm and face visible.
  
  "Ah, don't worry about it." I began to stand up, then stared them right in the eyes. "More importantly, you've got to escape! I'll get you out of here to a safe place."
  
  "What? What are you saying?" The mother squealed.
  
  "Yeah, look at the mess outside, we have to stay inside!"
  
  What? No, we were supposed to be in the middle of a disaster! Staying inside the building so close to the ones already fallen and burning was practically inviting an accident to happen!
  
  "No! You're in danger in there! The building might-" I stopped myself. The actor's faces were going growing more terrified. My warnings were backfiring! "Well, um, I mean..."
  
  "How old even are you? Kids should do what the adults tell them to, ok? You don't know what you're saying. Now come here!"
  
  "I..."
  
  What was I supposed to say right now? I knew there was something, I was taught this, uh it was in that book, or that one time, why couldn't I? Damn it, I was having a hard time thinking straight already, and though this was an exam and my lack of credibility was obvious, I didn't think they'd go down that route. I couldn't them by force- if I even was able to - so what could I do to convince them?
  
  I could try to bribe the child with something, but the mother would get in the way.
  
  I could try to dig in my heels and explain I was a hero (at least for this simulation I assumed), but if their perspective about me was already skewed, there's no way they would believe me.
  
  If I tried to argue my case I'd waste a ton of time and they would probably only get more stubborn.
  
  "Y-you're right...But I was just telling people because..." I needed to swallow my pride for this one. "That hero mister back there was telling everyone to get out and go to the safe place! They told me to come tell everyone!"
  
  "A hero? Is is that so?"
  
  I nodded.
  
  "Tch. Passable." Muttered the 'kid' under his breath. He glanced around and smacked something, before stomping his food and pointing at me. "I don't believe you! You're lying! You're a liar!"
  
  Arguing back would be terrible here, but I couldn't just...
  
  Then I noticed some crack forming in the ceiling of the entrance to the building, it was probably made to split that way, but that didn't change the fact that several boulders were about to fall right on top of the two actors. My eyes widened: They really were going to go this far just for an exam?!
  
  "Get down!" I screamed, pushing the kid away and using the mother's arm as a would-be-rope to help me jump higher and faster, while at the same time getting her slightly out of the way. The rocks broke as I placed my arms in front of me and partially released the items stored with my quirk on my arms, causing their tips to pop out of them. Thanks to that, I was able to push the falling rocks away though I ended up falling on my back myself.
  
  "Oh my Lord are you alright?"
  
  "I'm...fine. Just get to where the mister hero was saying, ok?"
  
  The "mother" nodded and took her "child"'s hand, and left. I slowly got into a sitting position.
  
  "Aaah, that was pathetic. To think I needed the exam actor's help to get a situation where I could convince them. I'm doing bad enough, what if they discount my points for lying to? Crap, I don't even wanna THINK about it."
  
  On top of that, I lost the screaming man, didn't personally guide the child and mother to safety, and wasted so much time on just two. I wasn't being effective, let alone efficient. I needed to change strategy, and focus just on my strongest suit in this exam from here on out: Search. I was quick and agile, and unlike in the other aspects my size would help get in cramped places, which should give me an edge in search, even if a small one. Plus after finding people I could go back and inform my fellow examinees, showing both cooperation and my individual capabilities. Cooperation AND standing out. Now, that was a plan.
  
  I got up, rubbing my arms and my legs a bit. I had fallen so much already...
  
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[RedLeftHand36]

Erik Magnusson

An Ode to Convenience Store Coupons
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Why does it feel bigger on the inside?

Queue the instinctual analyzing. It was probably Erik's worst habit, at least the worst of habits he was aware of. His mind worked at a rapid pace to take in the details of everything and everyone around him, forming various hypothesis and half-informed opinions based on his observations. He knew well it was silly to do so, especially when he had so little to go on, but he always felt the need to figure out the characters of others quickly for his own sake, though this notion only invited a rather negative self-image. Awareness sometimes felt like a curse.

Let's have a quick look-see, shall we? There were five people who got there before Erik. There was a character smiling awfully wide for a time like this, situated close to a girl with hair that reminded Erik of wool. Were they good friends? Or maybe the smiling one was just overly friendly to people. At the very least, they seemed somewhat energetic. Maybe just some goofball with unwarranted positivity. He wasn't sure about the wooly-haired girl. There didn't seem to be much to go on. Maybe they didn't like standing out? A sentiment Erik could certainly sympathize with, if that was the case. Of course there had to be a talker. It was like nails on a chalkboard to a fella who had great appreciation for piece and quiet. This appeared to be just as well the case for the girl with black hair. Two and two so far. Quite the dichotomy. Then there was... a kid? Nah, had to be someone who just looked like a kid. Unless they just had a superdeveloped brain or something? Hard to tell in this day and age. But they were talking to the overly-chatty girl.

Erik felt like the whole group was an inconsistent mess that he was no exception to.

There were two more students who came after Erik had arrived. The first one? Damn, what a woman. It wasn't hard to tell from her at the intercom that woe be to anyone who left pickles in her Big Mac when she specifically asked for none. Wait, there was an intercom? Was he supposed to use it? Erik decided not to, either way. He most certainly did not appreciate the idea of doing it at this point, and scooching past all these people to do so. And last but certainly not least was the white haired boy who seemed to be in the same vein of mess Erik himself was. Of course, Erik couldn't help but appreciate this character somewhat when he faintly heard some periodic elements being muttered out in an orderly fashion. A fellow connoisseur of science, it seemed. And then came time to enter. Crowded enough as it was, it wasn't long before Erik downed the last of his first Dr. Pepper, much to his own dismay. It helped him not immediately continue the bad habit of chewing on his lips.

To be quite honest, Erik hadn't expected for the building to be so... sprawling. Sure, he figured i'd be kinda bigger than the average city school, but he didn't think it would defy the confines of, ya know, being in the city. Had he really overlooked that? He suppose he did have a tendency to only go to some small numbers of areas away from home consistently. It was pretty damn cool, though. Erik did always like rather expansive structures. Made him feel like he was in some sort of giant space ship or something. Though he dreaded the implications of the types of crowds these places were meant to hold. The man who led them into the building, a friendly-enough albeit very typical manner of teacher, introduced himself merely by his hero name, Revivify. At least, Erik felt it a safe assumption that was his hero name. With a name like that, however, Erik would have thought the man to be a medical professional or something. Though, he supposed Revivify could be that, too.

The written test was a breeze, if nothing else. Very basic education samplings, and ye olde Hero 101 type questions, something Erik tended to feel was deceptively simplistic. But of course, he knew well that the real test had yet to come. Of course, only when he realized the number one hero in the US was there to evaluate students, the pit in his stomach seemed to expand rapidly. He was never fond of putting on a show. In fact, he always figured he could do his hero-work without the troubles of being a personality. Fighting the good fight without so much as ever revealing he was around. Of course, this seeming dillusion started crumbling into dust bit by bit as he realized that if he tried that here, it was unlikely he would get anywhere. And when he realized that he was doing a rescue simulation, that pit only grew more. The grading of communication and leadership were particularly troubling. He didn't exactly have the best kind of nerves for those sorts of skills. All he could do, he supposed, was do what he could, when he could.

After quickly downing one, Erik pocketed what few bottles of water he could smuggle into the field. He wasn't exactly sure if they counted as special gear or not, but they were too useful for his quirk to eschew them. Besides, surely he could be forgiven for his resourcefulness? Not like some bottled water he got at discount at a 7-11 could particularly be called 'special gear'. He wasn't up to the task of asking at this point, though. All he could do was do what he could. Yet when the gates to the simulation opened, his mind went into hero mode.

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Chaos.

The scene was chaos. Unorganized and unefficient. Not that it wasn't understandable. A simulation emulates real life, and in real life, people panic. Things get messy. But if Erik worked well with anything, it was messes. Erik popped the top off one of the water bottles, and began pouring it over his left arm as he sprinted forward. Nigh instantaneously, the black, root-like growth of his quirk begand to ooze and erupt from his skin, and within a few seconds, it formed a giant, monstrous arm and hand, writhing tentacles sprouting from it like the tendrils of a monster erupting from the ocean. Erik quickly shoved his excess water bottles into the inconsistently textured mass for save storage as he made his way to one of the more damaged buildings, the bottles being pulled into the organic mass before being fully enveloped by it. Being unsociable was a great weakness for a member of a social species, but the young man learned well that he could be his own support long ago. Although the environment here was quite urban in design, it was not quite void of the materials that Erik needed for his quirk to work somewhat well. Moisture and organic material in the air. Not a lot, but enough to work with. Planting down his infested arm at the base of the structure and all its rubble, the alien-like growth began to creep and slither about, spreading, growing, seeping into every nook and cranny while disturbing very little of what foundation was left. Somewhere, no doubt, someone was trapped. Or, at least, was pretending to be trapped. Not that it mattered. All in the meanwhile, a writhing tentacle popped out from Erik's overgrown shoulder, another water bottle in its grasp. Erik twisted the cap off this on as well, and the tendril poured it upon Erik's right arm. Once again, an outburst of lively, oil-hued growth burst forth, and this 'infestation', as Erik sometimes called it, made its way towards the areas on fire. At the very least Erik could provide some small modicum of support to the foundation of the building nearest to him, but in such a scenario, he knew his infestation would be spread too thin to do anything near the fire.

There!

Erik swiftly made his way across the rubble as his left-hand infestation coalesced back together, save for some amount left in order to track the location of the 'survivor', which, bit by bit, rejoined the left arm infestation as Erik came across them. Eventually he found himself at a collapsed part of the building's interior, with large sections of floor forming a sort of shell around the suvivor. They weren't saying anything, so Erik assumed they were feigning unconsciousness. Or something like that, at least. With Erik's right-arm infestation supporting a small section of what ceiling was left above him, his left-arm infestation slithered into the makeshift shell, tendrils planting themselves against each indivdual piece, save for some small, insignificant ones at the edge, and pushed each piece outwards, directly away from the 'survivor'. Although certainly not as forceful as he'd hoped, likely due to spreading his infestation too thin, it still did the job, appearing like the shedding of a chrysalis.

"About damn time," were the first words Erik heard, as the man who appeared as little more than an office worker took a gander at the environment around him, finally setting his gaze at the ceiling portion Erik held aloft with his right-arm infestation. "Well, points for being careful, for sure. Creepy looking stuff, though."

"Any... er... anyone else here you know about? That I should know about, I mean." Erik really had to push that out hard as he remembered he was supposed to, ya know, talk to people.

"Only one I know about is that hot ch- I mean, my co-worker on the third floor," he said with a harsh cough during his own correction, right before unenthusiatically mentioning one more thing: "It's on fire, though."

After a sharp sigh, Erik quickly went back on guard, and quite suddenly, a few large tendrils wrapped around the man as Erik suddenly dashed back out of the building before setting the man down, and quickly venturing back into the building. Erik used his infested arms and accompanying tentacles to swiftly move through the environment, frequently shouting at the top of his lungs for anyone to respond. Only one response, and it came from above, the sound of a woman shouting for help, echoing somewhat from a hole going up to the next floor. The crackle of the fire was nearly as intense as the heat, and Erik had to shield himself with his infestation, which molded itself into mushroom-like shields on both arms, not that they would last too long; slowly, but by far not as slowly as Erik would have liked, the fungal shield was drying out, exterior layer crumbling bit by bit. He was losing infestation mass, and certainly not at an ideal pace. After what seemed like hellish years, or at least an amount of time Erik felt was too long, he found the woman shouting for help, under a desk in a slightly burnt cubicle, and swiftly brought his organic barrier around her as well.

"I got your friend on ground-level," Erik said he he walked forward. "Anyone else I should know about? If it weren't for the fire, I'd be able to figure that out fairly quickly."

"Just us," the woman said as she shook her head. Well, at least this one wasn't as annoying as her co-worker. Erik nodded as he made his way to one of the windows, and morphed his right-hand infestation back into its vaguely arm and hand-like shape, breaking through the window as the left-arm infestation quickly morphed as well, wrapping around the woman. And just like that, Erik jumped out, the woman shrieking as the aspiring hero's right-arm infestation dug into the building to halt their fall. Erik's left-hand infestation, meanwhile proved to be elastic enough to not cause whiplash, luckily. And sure enough, Erik scaled down the side of the building, and the two soon touched ground. Surely, Erik realized he needed to do so much more stamina exercises, because he felt absolutely drained. Not to mention his back was acting up again. Oh, to have decent posture. If only. No less the woman seemed safe, and the man from earlier came to meet with them... for some reason.

Of course the talking came next.

"Well, well, that was actually pretty good," the woman said. "What is that stuff anyway? Like some kind of mushroom? Because that's what it looked like."

Oh no, a chatty one. Of course, the guy just had to chime in.

"I thought it looked like one of those comic book symbiotes, ya know? I bet you really like Venom, huh?"

With the sudden slew of questions instead of something more along the lines of feedback or critique, Erik was absolutely caught off guard, to the point where all he could muster was a simple "...ʸᵉᵃʰ," before shying away and heading off flustered. No doubt, that would cost him points. Maybe. Probably.

 

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"Begin!"

Charlie eyed the gates as the slowly revealed the utter mess that lay behind them. If it wasn't evident enough in the waiting area, it would become even more apparent that Charlie had a clear distaste for working with others. They're just distractions, especially in a chaotic scene such as this. Of course, logically, the black-haired girl knew that she could potentially save more people when working with her fellow classmates, but, she just.. didn't want to. Oops?

Blue eyes scanned the nearby area, legs automatically willing her to move deeper into the madness. Screams of women and children could be heard in the distance, coupled with the eerie sound of concrete crumbling around her. When it came to rescue mission, Charlie usually envisioned herself being off the field, surveying the area for any survivors, or finding the quickest path for an exit. With this in mind, she decided to do the same here. Straightening her posture ever so slightly, the hopeful hero focused in on her surroundings as she activated her quirk. The entirety of her eyes began to glow a cool blue color, shining bright against the rather dim scene surrounding her. The ends of her long black hair lifted slowly, only rising from her shoulders about an inch or so. I would call for backup from police or rescue heroes, but.. I don't think that's what Wavecrest had in mind.. Damn. She thought to herself, searching for any sign of active cell phones or even a sign of exposed wires posing as fire hazards.

Charlie kept walking, surprised at the lack of activity in this pocket of the testing facilities. Maybe something else is hiding? Suddenly, almost like clockwork, she could feel it. A phone was in use near her. Maybe a block or two ahead? The signal was weak, though, commands sounding almost tired as they echoed in her brain. She picked up her pace, playing a game of hot and cold with this phone, before stumbling to a halt.

There she stood, dumbfounded at the sight of a cell-phone shop that was in complete shambles, shop windows broken and merchandise ruined. "Are you kidding me..?" She huffed out, feeling duped. How was she supposed to use her quirk in this setting? Frustration began to simmer in her gut, pale hands clenching and unclenching into fists in a desperate attempt to ground herself. "Fine. Then I'll just-" Her vocalized thoughts were interrupted by rehearsed mischeivous laugher filling her ears.

"Woah, move out the way, weirdo!"

"What a score! Do you know how much these go for online? C'mon guys, stop dickin' around." Charlie narrowed her eyes at the petty thieves, letting one of them bump her shoulder aggressively as he passed. Charlie hated thieves. She also hated cowards, even if they were simply faking it for an Academy's entrance exam. Her brows furrow to compliment her irritated features,

"Hey! You lot need to go find a safe space, not dick around in a ruined phone shop for some cash grab!" Her voice was stern as she stepped towards the group, her eyes still glowing bright, hair floating mid-air.

"And what're you gonna do about it, glow stick? Stare at us angrily?" Charlie let out a chuckle, one with no real humor to back it up.

"I mean, maybe a little." She crossed her arms, thankful none of them have tried to get physically violent. That was one of her weaker points, as she found no real need to practice hand-to-hand combat for most of her life. "Go on, take them." One of her once furrowed brows lifted tauntingly, a small smirk inviting them to take whatever they pleased. The group looked at each other, shrugging her off and continuing to stash multiple smartphones in their pockets and bags, hoping to make a fortune.

Charlie used this moment of weakness to hone in on the phones. Thankfully, they all had about a 30% charge on average, originally there for powering up and setting up the new cell phone. With this in mind, Charlie's mind reached into the phones, sending them all countless amounts of different commands, enough to make them all overheat. It got to a point where they all began to attempt to shut themselves off, but she overrode it, continuing to just bombard the poor phones with way too much information.

It only took a few moments for the group of thieves to start hissing and wincing, yelping in pain as searing hot metal made contact with their skin, "Might want to check your pants." She pointed downwards, wincing as she watched several of all of their pant pockets were being burned by leaking batteries, holes forming and phones falling to the ground with a 'SMACK!'

"Alright, alright! We'll stop! Just- just cut it out! I just got these pants!" One of the actors, who doesn't look much older than her, begins to genuinely panic. "Co-Consider us apprehended...psycho." He mumbled the last word, gesturing towards his coworkers to follow him as he walked over to Charlie. "I finalized your score, so we're done here." With that, the group of mischievous boys were gone, allowing her to release her quirk. A sinking feeling settled within her as she realized that, while the thieves were apprehended, almost all of the store's products were destroyed. Shit.. she thought to herself, letting out a sigh and walking back out into the street.

The scene hasn't changed much, meaning the test was still ongoing. Charlie couldn't tell how much time had passed, although she felt as if she wasted most of it. She's supposed to be a hero and, yet, she hasn't saved a single soul. Her frustrated thoughts were interrupted by the sound of, chatter?

"-I bet you really like Venom, huh?" It didn't take long for her to be aware of what was happened, watching a fellow student sheepishly escape the scene. He was walking in her direction, still not realizing she was there. Dread flooded throughout her entire being, pale features shaping into a grimace. She knew she needed help, even if it was from..a..mushroom..man? She didn't know, nor did it matter. His quirk allowed him to save two civilians, and that was two more than her. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath,

"Hey, um, mushroom man?" She piped out, raising her voice so he could hear her. "Want to. Um. Team up, or something?" Just great. At this rate, she might as well start packing her bags.

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"Hey Kamara! Are you here to try for the hero course as well? Do you know those two?"

Kamara perked up slightly at the familiar voice catching her attention, "Oh, hey Katherine!" She smiled back at her old family friend, "I'm here to take the support course, but, I think they just combined the two? I'm not real sure." The brunette shrugged, already distracted from the two poor souls she had subjected to her seemingly endless ramblings. "This is the line.. I.. think.. I tried to ask, but, I got.. distracted." Kamara cleared her throat, a slight pang of shame rushing through her as she realized that she could have been talking about the academy's entrance exam to people completely unrelated to it.

Thankfully, her assumption about it being a line for the exam was confirmed by the small crowd that began to form behind her and Katherine. The possibility of further conversation was stifled by the man who called himself Revivify. It was pretty difficult for the girl to contain her excitement, freckled fingers fidgeting and picking at whatever was easiest for her continuously. During the trip to both the written exam and the practical, Kamara was always one of the closest to Revivify, nearly bouncing with immense amounts of energy through it all. How could she not be thrilled to be here? This was what she wanted to do ever since she could remember! And, in her opinion, she was damn good at it too.

Despite this confidence, she wasn't exactly thrilled about the lack of support tools allowed in the practical. Kamara furrowed her brow, biting the inside of her cheek as she mentally kicked herself for thinking she would be excluded from being directly involved in a rescue mission. Honestly, she figured she would be required to build tools whilst being given a challenging list of requirements.

Instead, she stood in front of the ever-daunting gates as they opened, taking a deep breath before following the scattering crowd of students. Amber eyes took in the surroundings, knowing that this urban setting was exceptionally ideal for Kamara. Well, at least she had that going for her, right?

Kamara's competitive nature slightly threw her off, making her focus on finding survivors herself, rather than using the potential for helping out the heroes-in-training. The support student was walking with purpose through the city, until she heard a rather horrific groan come from an incredibly large pile of rubble. "Oh my god, hold still! I'll get you out of there!" Kamara stopped, standing in front of the rubble. Her attempts at focusing on the rather large pile kept getting interrupted by moans and groans,

"God, please, it hurts! Please! I can't feel my legs!" Sheesh, this actor was really going in. The school wouldn't actually put them through that.. right? Closing her eyes, she shook the unimportant thought out of her mind. Kamara decided to use her quirk, extending her arms out towards the rubble in hopes that there was enough metal in there to lift most of the weight up and off of the civilian. Taking a deep breath, she slowly opened her eyes, smiling at the sight of large chunks of concrete with steel reinforcements lifting off of the actor (who, scarily enough, looked to actually be injured with a hurt leg! Maybe they were just.. a really good actor?) Unfortunately, Kamara acted on impulse, carelessly tossing the hunk of concrete and metal to the side, which ended up damaging one of the nearby cars in the street. "Wha-what is wrong with you!?" The actor exclaimed, horror washing over their face.

Kamara looked at the civilian, tilting her head in confusion, "Um. Saving you?" It seemed pretty apparent to her, not really understanding why they were being so ungrateful about it.

"Uh, yeah, sure.. But you could have killed someone with that much weight! Points will be docked for sure!" As soon as the words were spoken, the brunette felt her heart fall to her stomach, regret washing over her like a tidal wave. She was so used to simply using her quirk to create inventions on her own that she didn't even think about her surroundings! Kamara's eyes widened in realization before she cleared her throat, laughing nervously,

"I apologize for the lack of consideration, but, let's get you some medical attention, yes?" A helpless attempt at a change of subject, a shot at some bonus points, maybe? Anything to get her mind off of the frustration of being so careless. Kamara scratched the back of her neck sheepishly before walking closer to the civilian,

"Duh! But there isn't a medic around for miles!" They exclaimed rather sassily, forcing Kamara's former awkward smile to fall,

"I see.. Stay right there!" She exclaimed, ignoring the sarcastic mumblings of the civilian who clearly wasn't moving even if they wanted to. Kamara had a plan, and that was to use the rubble and immense pieces of fallen buildings to separate hurt civilians from the rest of the mayhem. Maybe there were healers among the students? Either way, this meant that she would need to find the other students.

It didn't take long for Kamara to find a quiet part of the city, nearly at the outskirts of it as she carefully lifted chunks of debris and concrete to build a type of hideaway, with one entrance for people to walk in and no roof so that any flying heroes can spot them from above. The only downfall was that, after moving such large material, on top of dealing with a fussy civilian (they did not enjoy the trip to the refuge, that's for sure), she felt the effects of exhaustion kicking in. This was no good, she needed to get back out there and find the heroes that were in the inner city, and fast.

Kamara leaned back on the outer wall of her creation, closing her eyes for a moment or so just to conjure up some energy within her. Opening them once more, Kamara slowly set out on her search for heroes and other fallen civilians.

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[Phayne]

Showered, clothed and still deprived of the opportunity to return to his game, Freed had reluctantly departed his dorm room, key's pocketed and in either hand a couple of plastic refuse bags full of the trash he had managed to build up during his marathon stint over the last three days. Outside of the self imposed prison isolation, The warm sun had tickled his ghostly pale skin; the touch of warmth radiating off of the light feeling alien to Freed as he had only known the dark cold embrace that had kept him company during the last several days. Eye's squinting as he dared to look towards the sun, the fresh breeze that had accompanied todays fine weather had managed to blow his long dishevelled hair; the mess atop his head looking no different than it had done a few seconds prior; giving it was nearly always in a mess regardless of what the weather had had to say about it.

With long quick strides, Freed after acknowledging the protest coming from his eyes as they stared into the light had now hung his head low; gaze fixed upon the ground in front of him as he made his way towards the lift located near the centre of the floor. Though before he would arrive at the lift, he would make a quick detour towards the communal rubbish chute located around the corner where he would quickly dispose of the bags he was presently holding. The communal chute was a godsend considering the only alternative for Freed would have been to carry his rubbish all the way towards the first floor and around the back of the building where the large waste bins were located. The amount of time he would have lost just having to make that trip once a week would have eaten a chunk out of his game time.

Hand's freed from the burden of having to carry his rubbish, Freed finally arrived at the lift just as the doors began to open; two fellow students exiting from within the lift only to walk past Freed with little care for his presence there. Stuck in their deep conversation about god knows what, they had simply walked past the taller boy and turned the corner towards their rooms located in the opposite direction of where Freed's room was. Freed breathed a sigh of relief at being completely ignored by his peers, the thought of having to engage them in some kind of torturous 'small talk' was simply too lofty a task for him to accomplish given how he would have had to completely improvise his side of the conversation. Happy that he had dodged that bullet, Freed slunk his way into the lift; finger rapidly pressing the 'close doors' button so as to avoid the risk of having someone else from the 3rd floor join him within this confined space.

The descent towards the first floor was fortunately uneventful; the lift making its way down without obstruction and the door's opening to reveal a lobby devoid of other students. Perhaps it was due to the fast approaching practical exam for the newcomers that the lobby was presently a ghost town; the current students of WaveCrest perhaps prioritizing their own curiosity as they made thereway to wherever possible in order to watch the rare spectacle. For many it was an opportunity to reflect upon their own 'first day' ; to compare themselves now to the way they were when they first arrived at the gates of Wavecrest Academy and to actualize their own strides and growth. For others it was entertainment, to see the fresh meat step into the arena and put their strengths to the test, to see new quirks in action or to see prospective new recruits fall from grace as their dreams were crushed. For Freed however, it was a distraction and a means to kill the time before his server maintenance ended.

Exiting the dorm building and doing his best to stick to the shadows, Freed had begun to make his way to the local convenience store, a re-supply of the vital necessities was in order for his next gaming session. Alas, the local convenience store had become somewhat of a temporary hub as dozens upon dozens of students had gathered in the local park across the road from the store; their eyes fixated upon a large projection of the Practical exam as it begun. The projection was courtesy of a support course student that Freed had vaguely recognized, having reluctantly approached him many months prior. The student's quirk was 'Projector' and it allowed him to project the screen of any device that he was holding. I.e. by holding onto a phone streaming the fight, his eyes would project the exact same stream onto any flat surface he was looking at and his mouth would replicate any sound by projecting the soundwaves out of his mouth.

Thanks to his quirk, a crowd had gathered in the park to watch the practical exam take place; the crowed using the local convenience store to refill on snacks and drinks as they watched the ever intriguing exam unfold. This however meant that Freed would be even more out of his comfort zone, the shut in unaccustomed to large crowds.

Stopping several yards from the store, Freed had began to breath heavily as he prepared himself for the ordeal of having to enter a busy store.

 

[PlusUltra]

Beatrice Capri Kashmir aka "Ramsey"
Her gaze didn't waver even as her name was called trying to spot the signs of recognition in each person in order to put a name to a face, the slight flash behind the eyes or movement when a person's name is called. Only once she was done and the observations filed mentally away did she finally turn to acknowledge Revivify and proceed onward towards the testing.

The man's words were slightly reassuring, but if the faith was that absolute there would be no need for testing, so that left the option that there were some here that thought differently, or maybe even they wanted people to prove their ability to the only judge that would truly matter...themselves. After all, they could say a good job and give all the gold stars they wanted but if the person didn't believe in themselves they would just be a liability when they inevitably panicked, froze, or hesitated when it counted.

That aside there was some disappointment that crossed her features when the first test was a written one, perhaps she had been getting her hopes up for a physical affair but the off-white pages of text were never something she was a fan of. Her hand always ended up feeling all cramped and stiff even after just a few minutes of writing, so a comprehensive test really wasn't the most comfortable affair, even before they got the actual answering of the questions. The mathematics were answered easy enough however, the literature too for the most part, though the specifics of the science and heroics did have per pencil bouncing between several answers at times. Things that had a logic behind it was fine, or stuff she could break down from looking at it, but she did always have a problem recalling the specifics of what was said, who said it...or even when it said, which naturally made a few of the history questions a bit more of a struggle. In her mind it was more important to understand the context and meaning of what was said rather than the rest of it, the rest of that was just padding.

Either way, she would trudge through the test regardless until she eventually finished the sheet and could put it down, cracking her knuckles and stretching out her fingers a few times to remove the cramping. Making a fist? that was fine, holding a weapon? fine too, heck even an arrow, but there was something about a tiny object like a pencil in that position that always bothered her. Whoever said the pen was mightier than the sword was likely mainly talking about discomfort to hands in her books.

Several minutes later and a short walk she would then be brought with the others before the group of heroes for the real reason she was here, the practical exam, complete with a speech interlaced with what the rules and test would actually be about. The condensed version of what she took from it was simply "get the civilians out for treatment, the area is dangerous" but while she would have preferred they give the explanation in the shorter version she stood there silently observing all the same. Heck if they did keep it that short he would likely have needed a single card at most.

Striding forward when the test began she wouldn't act straight away, instead moving to a higher point atop a mound of rubble with ease despite the crumbling terrain and casting a wide gaze over the area while the others began to act. She needed to find a clear spot to move people too, and a clear path to that spot on top of finding the people themselves. After several more moments of silence, she nodded to herself before taking a deep breath and shouting.

"LADIES, GENTLEMAN, AND THAT TECHNICOLOR RAINBOW IN BETWEEN! IF YOUR LEGS AREN'T BROKEN GET YOUR COLLECTIVE ASSESS TO THIS POINT AND WE'RE GOING TO EVACUATE YOU! WE NEED YOUR HELP TO MOVE THOSE WITH YOU IF SAFE TO DO SO, IF NOT CALL US DOWN AND WE WILL SEE TO THEM! DONT PUT YOURSELF IN FURTHER DANGER DOING SOMETHING STUPID TRYING TO BE A HERO, THAT'S OUR JOB!. AS FOR THE REST IF THEY'RE SCREAMING IT MEANS THEY CAN STILL FEEL SOMETHING, SO FOCUS ON THE QUIET ONES THAT ARE EITHER IN SHOCK OR MORE CRITICAL...AND FOR HELS SAKE WATCH WHERE YOU STEPPING!"

With her words spoken and gesturing directions, she would begin to get to work, sure there were people panicking but that meant they were both able to move and not too injured, so instead her focus was as she had said, the quiet ones. Those were the ones who were most likely to need the treatment as soon as possible after all provided they were not actually dead. She would naturally check each person as she arrived at the neck for a pulse before going to move them, throwing the rubble off where needed and trying not to jostle them too much, but then again in the chaos of the disaster that wasn't always the option. Besides if a person cried out in pain from a movement that was a good sign, it meant they could feel it and were not in shock.

There was also perhaps another benefit for going for the quiet ones however, they didn't tend to argue as much, and any that did likely just got a glare from her as she moved back and forth to drag them along a path and clear rubble where she could, keeping an eye out for falling objects or slides of stone similarly to tracking across a mountain track. Sure some might have needed treatment on the spot, but she was not in the place to give it...and weighing the risk on a real situation she would still move them. After all the risk of an injury while moving them was definitely going to be lower than the risk of injury staying in the situation they were in.

 

[QuirkyAngel]

Franklin Weiss

Eight students. It seemed like there were only eight students that received the application letter to take the WaveCrest Exam. That was less than he’d thought…which either meant the ‘prestigious’ school had less applicants than he originally thought or the recruiters were extremely picky. Franklin opted to believe the latter as that fed his ego some and didn’t denounce the school that Fungirl worked at. Following the hero that called himself ‘Revivify’ through the front gates onto the Wavecrest Campus, Franklin kept his hands in his pockets, speaking to no one and making eye-contact with no one, though his eyes did dart around curiously at all the modern-looking facilities and supplies.

Everything looked new. Given that WaveCrest was a private school, it was very likely that the school’s owner paid for everything out of their own pocket. That or WaveCrest had a lot of sponsors…because they clearly didn’t get their money from tuition fees.

Tide Building.

Room 301.

Those seemed like important things to remember as he stepped into the classroom, finding a seat furthest from everyone else. Despite his initial nervousness, the written exam was a breeze. The first to turn in his exam papers, Franklin caught sight of the file labeled ‘Group A’, but didn’t comment on it. He simply waited in the back of the room, fighting a desire to dose off, while he waited for the rest of the 7 prospective heroes and 1 support student to finish their exams in silence.

Field B was much more lively.

Clapping politely as the #1 Hero in America, Stormcastles, was introduced, Franklin found he was more interested in studying Fungirl’s boss. Sadly, he couldn’t find the teacher he’d been wanting to see again among the crowd of staff members or on-lookers despite his fervent searching with his eyes. All too soon they were lead into another building where Franklin traded his comfortable clothes into athletic gear…which was arguably more comfortable for movement, but a bit too breezy for his liking.

Franklin got easily cold after all…though the site of the exam practical was far from cold what with all the fires and whatnot. As the metal gates opened they were introduced to a…chaotic…scene. Franklin sighed. He already hated it. Too much noise. Too much…chaos. The other prospective heroes where already sprinting inside…the loudest among them stepped onto the nearest rubble mound and made their voices heard to everyone present. Excellent. They seemed like the leader sort. Striding past the mound, Franklin worked on putting out the fires closest to where their seemed to be people.

Taking a deep breath, Franklin blew out asphyxiant gas (most notably CO2) like a fire extinguisher to blanket out any surrounding fires within his reach. Fire, he could deal with. People…not so much. And, as luck would have it, Franklin ran into the worst kind. An old man that obstinately refused to leave his burning home and his things behind. After 5 minutes, 5 wasted minutes, of arguing with the old man (who was likely an examiner trying to fail him), spouting off every logical reason why he could think off as to why said old man should follow him to safety, Franklin gave up. Face emotionless, Franklin approached the elderly figure who raised his cane in self-defense.

“Whaaa? Why are you coming here? You wanna fight, Young’un!?"

“No,” breeching the old man’s personal space, Franklin breathed out concentrated knockout gas (CHCl3) into the old man’s face. Watching the eyes roll to the back of the old man’s head, Franklin caught the examiner before he fell to the floor and carried him piggyback-style to safety, blowing out any fires that got in his way. One person rescued. Many more to go. Hopefully any future ones would be less difficult…but he doubted his people skills. Franklin also doubted he’d get any hero points for knocking out his rescuee, so he hoped his written exams, which he was confident he’d aced, would carry him through.

“Maybe I should just switch to being a medic and supporting the injured…”

Nodding gratefully as one of the examinees, a white-haired kid from what he could tell, reported the location of another group that needed rescuing, Franklin sighed and followed her instructions to the next burning house. Saving people was still saving people. How he did it shouldn't matter, right? He hoped Fungirl saw him being cool as he breathed out more asphyxiant gas to displace O2 and put out fires.

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  I lept out of that place just in time to reflexively cover my ears and bend down as that thundering shout from the girl with the horns rumbled through the testing area. It was so loud, was that her quirk's doing? It felt as if she was trying to burst someone's ear drums. Still, I couldn't deny it was certainly a flashy way to communicate advice. Provided she wasn't incompetent otherwise I'd bet my left foot on her being one of the people who were going to get chosen to join the hero studies here. Hmmm... It wasn't healthy to compare myself to others during an exam, but I couldn't help growing curious about the rest of my competition. My plan involved working with one of them to make things more efficient and show my ability to cooperate anyway though. If I had the chance, I would try to have a look at them while I was searching for rescuees.
  
  For now, however, no time to loose. I bent forward as if preparing to race, then rushed ahead. My eyes darted all over the place, scanning my surroundings. There were plenty of people running around in a panic, but aside from helping a few get up if they had fallen (quickly verifying if they were supposed to 'injured', earning myself a scolding after spending too time with one particular person) I mostly decided to leave those people in a more open situation to the other potential students who were coming as well. A hero shouldn't try to hog the glory. They should do their task, focus on those tasks that needed to be done and they could do well. So, even if it was just pretend for now, that was what I should focus on as well.
  
  I entered a building that still had people coming out of it. The impact had smashed a part of the building and the side of some of the floors, which in turn led to some of it collapsing within, though thankfully not enough to make the whole building 'implode'. Well, the most important for me is that this was a closed space with a lot of rubble, so people were probably stuck, and that made for the perfect stage for me in particular to track them. I went inside.
  
  It took moments for me to be squinting my eyes and covering my mouth to keep the dust from getting on either. As I suspected, the place had of debris anywhere one looked, though
  it wasn't quite as much as I expected it to. I climbed up to the next floor next, and the next, searching for people. Sure enough, I came across a floor particularly filled with rubble, and the actors began panging on the door to let me know they were stuck behind it the moment they heard me climbing the stairs. There were others besides those, ones pretending to be passed out under the rubble or even on the stairs. As gently as I could and using my arms as support, I attempted to nudge the actor ever so slightly away from the stairs, he seemed to grumble something and the word 'points' was distinctly familiar, so I guessed I did something wrong but not wrong enough for a louder complaint. I verified the "condition" of the one under the rubble, and having done that, decided to put my attention on getting the ones trapped in their "own home" out. I lacked the physical strength to carry these adults all the way down the stairs, but maybe the people there could help carry the rest down if they were rescued. Not that I wouldn't rescue them even if that wasn't the case of course. But they might not be first.
  
  I began by testing whether I could remove the rubble manually, but it was a very slow process, so it was time to put my quirk to work. I bit into some of the larger rocks, pipes and the like that held some parts of the rubble together, shrinking it with my quirk and even storing some of it away while I gradually reduced the rubble. It's possible I would find a use for things like pipes or concrete boulders later. For now, however, strategically getting out of the way like a time-sensitive game of Jenga was enough. There were some complaints from the actors about how I was taking too long, others about me not being careful enough in removing the rubble, and the pressure of that only made me sloppier than I had to be, but eventually I managed. Though they still grumbled, I managed to talk the people that were previously stuck into helping me carry the "unconscious" ones.
  
  I was greeted by the sight of a fungal sludge from the opposite side of the building in which I entered. It didn't take more than a glance to figure out the source was in the arm of one of my fellow hero candidates.
  
  "Ewww, I-" I stopped myself, and looked away. I didn't want to go anywhere near that thing, but that didn't mean I got to say something like that out loud about someone else working to rescue people. That said, judging by the examiner's faces I'd already messed up just letting that slip. I needed to work extra hard to make up for my blunders. Maybe I could try working with that guy, to show it was just an error and we both could be trusted? No, it seemed someone else was already joining up with him. Too many people in one place would need extraordinary results or the aid of the group could end up staining their individual performance evaluation. I would need to find myself someone else I could work with for the rescue.
  
  I guided the people I 'saved' to some kind of safety as quickly as I could, then continued my search. For a moment I hesitated on whether I should have called for help, but just letting them there when I had a way to save them didn't seem hero-like. Appearances, to some extent, were sure to be a factor in the exam as well. I dodged people running or following the instructions of fellow examinees to safety, leaping over debris and making sure to sneak into any place that seemed too tight for a larger person to go through, just in case someone might be stuck there. In the process I ended up going through an extremely narrow alleyway, finding myself in front of an old second-hand equipment store... entirely set ablaze. It was in a hidden area that was hard to reach, though there were other passages beyond just the narrow alleyway I went through to get there.
  
  "He- cough cough help!" Someone cried out from within the building. There were people in there! I sprinted to the place, trying to find some kind of place I could go through, but the entire building was on fire. The doors was stuck due to a broken air conditioner burning in front of it, and a similar situation had occurred with the drapes over the windows. The back of the building was in an even worse condition though, a warzone of shrapnel from the gas leak explosion that had occurred right under an old car parked behind the store. I couldn't exactly pluck a fire extinguisher from a wall somewhere and bring it to the exam, so I didn't have anything like that on me. "Help us! Help us!"
  
  "I'm coming! Please stay still, and try not to breathe in the smoke!" So I said, but did I really have the means to reach them? Wait this was the exact time in which I should call for reinforcements! Cooperation. "I'll buy some time, and get someone who can help!"
  
  I proceeded to break the windows with some pebbles gathered when I was digging out rubble earlier. The additional ventilation was good in terms of letting them breathe - but it was also a danger given the flames couldn't run out of oxygen now either. For that, I released my quirk on some water bottles, which I threw inside as well. Fortunately my aim was good enough to land more or less at the actor's feet.
  
  "Use those to put out any flames that get too close. I'll be back as soon as I can!"
  
  Finding a person who could potentially help with that situation wasn't as hard as I thought it might be. Perhaps it was due to compromising, but to be honest I was quite lucky to run into that boy with some kind of gas coming from his mouth so quickly. I couldn't tell what kind of quirk he had just from that, but it probably could at least help with the smoke problem, and at this point at least he didn't seem to be engaging with any other rescuee. I leaped over to him while he was in the middle of some comment about switching to be a medic.
  
  "There's a burning store with people inside down that beaten street. Fire on every side, they are trapped." I pointed in the direction of the alternative path I had come from. Couldn't very well use the narrow alleyway others would have trouble with when I was trying to find help, after all. "Can you spare some time? I'll take you there."
  
  Fortunately he agreed, so I sprinted over to the location. Well, I was fast and agile but I doubted I needed to give much leeway for him to keep up with me, given leg size and all.
  
  "Thanks for the help. My name's... actually, let's leave that for after we rescue them. And you should probably not switch to being a medic, you should just be a medic too. We aren't in a situation to organize single roles, even support candidates are pulling double duty."
  
  My comment made me think of Kamara. Hopefully she was doing alright. Well, her quirk was a pretty strong one though, so regardless of training I doubted she was doing badly at least.
  
  
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  I lept out of that place just in time to reflexively cover my ears and bend down as that thundering shout from the girl with the horns rumbled through the testing area. It was so loud, was that her quirk's doing? It felt as if she was trying to burst someone's ear drums. Still, I couldn't deny it was certainly a flashy way to communicate advice. Provided she wasn't incompetent otherwise I'd bet my left foot on her being one of the people who were going to get chosen to join the hero studies here. Hmmm... It wasn't healthy to compare myself to others during an exam, but I couldn't help growing curious about the rest of my competition. My plan involved working with one of them to make things more efficient and show my ability to cooperate anyway though. If I had the chance, I would try to have a look at them while I was searching for rescuees.
  
  For now, however, no time to loose. I bent forward as if preparing to race, then rushed ahead. My eyes darted all over the place, scanning my surroundings. There were plenty of people running around in a panic, but aside from helping a few get up if they had fallen (quickly verifying if they were supposed to 'injured', earning myself a scolding after spending too time with one particular person) I mostly decided to leave those people in a more open situation to the other potential students who were coming as well. A hero shouldn't try to hog the glory. They should do their task, focus on those tasks that needed to be done and they could do well. So, even if it was just pretend for now, that was what I should focus on as well.
  
  I entered a building that still had people coming out of it. The impact had smashed a part of the building and the side of some of the floors, which in turn led to some of it collapsing within, though thankfully not enough to make the whole building 'implode'. Well, the most important for me is that this was a closed space with a lot of rubble, so people were probably stuck, and that made for the perfect stage for me in particular to track them. I went inside.
  
  It took moments for me to be squinting my eyes and covering my mouth to keep the dust from getting on either. As I suspected, the place had of debris anywhere one looked, though
  it wasn't quite as much as I expected it to. I climbed up to the next floor next, and the next, searching for people. Sure enough, I came across a floor particularly filled with rubble, and the actors began panging on the door to let me know they were stuck behind it the moment they heard me climbing the stairs. There were others besides those, ones pretending to be passed out under the rubble or even on the stairs. As gently as I could and using my arms as support, I attempted to nudge the actor ever so slightly away from the stairs, he seemed to grumble something and the word 'points' was distinctly familiar, so I guessed I did something wrong but not wrong enough for a louder complaint. I verified the "condition" of the one under the rubble, and having done that, decided to put my attention on getting the ones trapped in their "own home" out. I lacked the physical strength to carry these adults all the way down the stairs, but maybe the people there could help carry the rest down if they were rescued. Not that I wouldn't rescue them even if that wasn't the case of course. But they might not be first.
  
  I began by testing whether I could remove the rubble manually, but it was a very slow process, so it was time to put my quirk to work. I bit into some of the larger rocks, pipes and the like that held some parts of the rubble together, shrinking it with my quirk and even storing some of it away while I gradually reduced the rubble. It's possible I would find a use for things like pipes or concrete boulders later. For now, however, strategically getting out of the way like a time-sensitive game of Jenga was enough. There were some complaints from the actors about how I was taking too long, others about me not being careful enough in removing the rubble, and the pressure of that only made me sloppier than I had to be, but eventually I managed. Though they still grumbled, I managed to talk the people that were previously stuck into helping me carry the "unconscious" ones.
  
  I was greeted by the sight of a fungal sludge from the opposite side of the building in which I entered. It didn't take more than a glance to figure out the source was in the arm of one of my fellow hero candidates.
  
  "Ewww, I-" I stopped myself, and looked away. I didn't want to go anywhere near that thing, but that didn't mean I got to say something like that out loud about someone else working to rescue people. That said, judging by the examiner's faces I'd already messed up just letting that slip. I needed to work extra hard to make up for my blunders. Maybe I could try working with that guy, to show it was just an error and we both could be trusted? No, it seemed someone else was already joining up with him. Too many people in one place would need extraordinary results or the aid of the group could end up staining their individual performance evaluation. I would need to find myself someone else I could work with for the rescue.
  
  I guided the people I 'saved' to some kind of safety as quickly as I could, then continued my search. For a moment I hesitated on whether I should have called for help, but just letting them there when I had a way to save them didn't seem hero-like. Appearances, to some extent, were sure to be a factor in the exam as well. I dodged people running or following the instructions of fellow examinees to safety, leaping over debris and making sure to sneak into any place that seemed too tight for a larger person to go through, just in case someone might be stuck there. In the process I ended up going through an extremely narrow alleyway, finding myself in front of an old second-hand equipment store... entirely set ablaze. It was in a hidden area that was hard to reach, though there were other passages beyond just the narrow alleyway I went through to get there.
  
  "He- cough cough help!" Someone cried out from within the building. There were people in there! I sprinted to the place, trying to find some kind of place I could go through, but the entire building was on fire. The doors was stuck due to a broken air conditioner burning in front of it, and a similar situation had occurred with the drapes over the windows. The back of the building was in an even worse condition though, a warzone of shrapnel from the gas leak explosion that had occurred right under an old car parked behind the store. I couldn't exactly pluck a fire extinguisher from a wall somewhere and bring it to the exam, so I didn't have anything like that on me. "Help us! Help us!"
  
  "I'm coming! Please stay still, and try not to breathe in the smoke!" So I said, but did I really have the means to reach them? Wait this was the exact time in which I should call for reinforcements! Cooperation. "I'll buy some time, and get someone who can help!"
  
  I proceeded to break the windows with some pebbles gathered when I was digging out rubble earlier. The additional ventilation was good in terms of letting them breathe - but it was also a danger given the flames couldn't run out of oxygen now either. For that, I released my quirk on some water bottles, which I threw inside as well. Fortunately my aim was good enough to land more or less at the actor's feet.
  
  "Use those to put out any flames that get too close. I'll be back as soon as I can!"
  
  Finding a person who could potentially help with that situation wasn't as hard as I thought it might be. Perhaps it was due to compromising, but to be honest I was quite lucky to run into that boy with some kind of gas coming from his mouth so quickly. I couldn't tell what kind of quirk he had just from that, but it probably could at least help with the smoke problem, and at this point at least he didn't seem to be engaging with any other rescuee. I leaped over to him while he was in the middle of some comment about switching to be a medic.
  
  "There's a burning store with people inside down that beaten street. Fire on every side, they are trapped." I pointed in the direction of the alternative path I had come from. Couldn't very well use the narrow alleyway others would have trouble with when I was trying to find help, after all. "Can you spare some time? I'll take you there."
  
  Fortunately he agreed, so I sprinted over to the location. Well, I was fast and agile but I doubted I needed to give much leeway for him to keep up with me, given leg size and all.
  
  "Thanks for the help. My name's... actually, let's leave that for after we rescue them. And you should probably not switch to being a medic, you should just be a medic too. We aren't in a situation to organize single roles, even support candidates are pulling double duty."
  
  My comment made me think of Kamara. Hopefully she was doing alright. Well, her quirk was a pretty strong one though, so regardless of training I doubted she was doing badly at least.
  
  
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