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Hououin Kyouma
Up in the surface levels of 76th Street, the villains were staring to grow impatient. Greed Jr. was still missing the greenlight call over coms and the other key piece hadn’t even shown their face yet. Lust was tapping her feet on the floor and staring at her watch constantly, glancing at the other sins to ensure they didn’t pull off anything irresponsible in the meantime. During one of said glances, she noticed a boy in white and teal walking up to their group with the calm and joy of someone heading to meet a childhood friend. He was also accompanied by a boy with red hair and a white vest.
“There you are.” She said, angrier than she was relieved. “Why the smile? You’re late!”
“Considering my role in this operation, I think it’d be more accurate to say that you arrived too early.” He replied. “And I’m smiling because I’m excited, of course! Never had the chance to use my quirk on such a densely populated area. I wonder how many innocents it’ll kill…”
“It’s no fun if you kill them right away!” The redhead complained. “Get them stuck in the rubble so I can play with them.”
“Enough with the chit-chat.” Lust said. “Let’s begin the plan right away. And don’t forget the instructions.”
“Yes, Ma’am” Alexander said with a strong condescending hint in his voice. He crouched at the sidewalk and put his hands on the floor. “You may want to hold on to something.”
Meanwhile, down in the tunnels:
The fighting was reaching its peak moments inside the training tunnels as the students scrambled over the flash drives. Plans and taunts where thrown from both sides and flashy quirks zoomed left and right, some students were getting eliminated, some were struggling and some were barely even starting to get in on the fun. Regardless of how you saw it, there was nothing too much out of the usual there. Well, at least not until it started.
At first, it was just a few shy cracks popping here or there, easily going under the radar of students focused on their fights. However, they were quickly followed by much larger, louder ones that ran down from the ceiling and across the walls and columns in just about every section of the tunnel. Next, the floor itself began to shake as particles of dust and small debris fell from the ceiling, all accompanied by a terrifying rumble sound akin to an earthquake.
The students themselves had but a few seconds to react before the first chunks of the ceiling started to fall, covering the area around them in thick dust as they reached the floor. The entire ceiling tilted and twisted as it slid down, closing in to the students until it completely crumbled apart in a sea of rocks. The fall wasn’t fast enough to kill someone, but if one weren’t careful they could have easily gotten stuck under the layers of rock.
After the catastrophe, the students were met with the unexpected shine of afternoon sun as the floor level of the tunnel now laid open to the skies, a massive crater formed in the middle of Queen’s streets. Many civilians had been caught in it too and had been left grievously injured or stuck under rubble, adding one more pressing matter to the ever-growing list of issues for our heroes in training to solve.
But the worst was still about to come.
As the dust finally began to settle down, a set of steps could be heard and send making their way down to the tunnel floors. A large group of people, sized in the dozens, most of them dressed like they meant business. They were the odd point in this disaster, completely unscathed, mentally unfazed by the tragedy, and perfectly organized and motivated to reach their goal. Anyone who knew the least bit about the organized crime in NY should instantly piece 2 and 2 together and figure out what was going on: Queens’ Seven Deadly Sins had made their first move.
Leading the charge, there was a lean man in a panama hat, black suit and yellow shirt wielding what seemed like the twisted love child between a cattle prod and a bat. He stared impatiently at the student-filled rubble and turned to his colleague to ask:
“They are it? U sure, Lust? Lookin’ like a bunch of cannon fodder to me.” After getting a nod in agreement from Lust, he added: “I’ll be damned. Now, all of u useless rats! I’m sick and tired for waitin’, so make a neat lil’ line so I can whack you dead without movin’ and u got my word u won’t feel a thing. So chop fucking chop, suckers!”
Alongside that man there were many, many other villains, all ready to pick some fresh meat apart and stop the next generation of heroes from ever getting to that point. There was no teacher and no help in sight – no matter how you pieced it, this was going to be a battle for survival for the students taking part in that test. With that thought in their minds and hearts, QHH’s real test began.
Up in the surface levels of 76th Street, the villains were staring to grow impatient. Greed Jr. was still missing the greenlight call over coms and the other key piece hadn’t even shown their face yet. Lust was tapping her feet on the floor and staring at her watch constantly, glancing at the other sins to ensure they didn’t pull off anything irresponsible in the meantime. During one of said glances, she noticed a boy in white and teal walking up to their group with the calm and joy of someone heading to meet a childhood friend. He was also accompanied by a boy with red hair and a white vest.
“There you are.” She said, angrier than she was relieved. “Why the smile? You’re late!”
“Considering my role in this operation, I think it’d be more accurate to say that you arrived too early.” He replied. “And I’m smiling because I’m excited, of course! Never had the chance to use my quirk on such a densely populated area. I wonder how many innocents it’ll kill…”
“It’s no fun if you kill them right away!” The redhead complained. “Get them stuck in the rubble so I can play with them.”
“Enough with the chit-chat.” Lust said. “Let’s begin the plan right away. And don’t forget the instructions.”
“Yes, Ma’am” Alexander said with a strong condescending hint in his voice. He crouched at the sidewalk and put his hands on the floor. “You may want to hold on to something.”
Meanwhile, down in the tunnels:
The fighting was reaching its peak moments inside the training tunnels as the students scrambled over the flash drives. Plans and taunts where thrown from both sides and flashy quirks zoomed left and right, some students were getting eliminated, some were struggling and some were barely even starting to get in on the fun. Regardless of how you saw it, there was nothing too much out of the usual there. Well, at least not until it started.
At first, it was just a few shy cracks popping here or there, easily going under the radar of students focused on their fights. However, they were quickly followed by much larger, louder ones that ran down from the ceiling and across the walls and columns in just about every section of the tunnel. Next, the floor itself began to shake as particles of dust and small debris fell from the ceiling, all accompanied by a terrifying rumble sound akin to an earthquake.
The students themselves had but a few seconds to react before the first chunks of the ceiling started to fall, covering the area around them in thick dust as they reached the floor. The entire ceiling tilted and twisted as it slid down, closing in to the students until it completely crumbled apart in a sea of rocks. The fall wasn’t fast enough to kill someone, but if one weren’t careful they could have easily gotten stuck under the layers of rock.
After the catastrophe, the students were met with the unexpected shine of afternoon sun as the floor level of the tunnel now laid open to the skies, a massive crater formed in the middle of Queen’s streets. Many civilians had been caught in it too and had been left grievously injured or stuck under rubble, adding one more pressing matter to the ever-growing list of issues for our heroes in training to solve.
But the worst was still about to come.
As the dust finally began to settle down, a set of steps could be heard and send making their way down to the tunnel floors. A large group of people, sized in the dozens, most of them dressed like they meant business. They were the odd point in this disaster, completely unscathed, mentally unfazed by the tragedy, and perfectly organized and motivated to reach their goal. Anyone who knew the least bit about the organized crime in NY should instantly piece 2 and 2 together and figure out what was going on: Queens’ Seven Deadly Sins had made their first move.
Leading the charge, there was a lean man in a panama hat, black suit and yellow shirt wielding what seemed like the twisted love child between a cattle prod and a bat. He stared impatiently at the student-filled rubble and turned to his colleague to ask:
“They are it? U sure, Lust? Lookin’ like a bunch of cannon fodder to me.” After getting a nod in agreement from Lust, he added: “I’ll be damned. Now, all of u useless rats! I’m sick and tired for waitin’, so make a neat lil’ line so I can whack you dead without movin’ and u got my word u won’t feel a thing. So chop fucking chop, suckers!”
Alongside that man there were many, many other villains, all ready to pick some fresh meat apart and stop the next generation of heroes from ever getting to that point. There was no teacher and no help in sight – no matter how you pieced it, this was going to be a battle for survival for the students taking part in that test. With that thought in their minds and hearts, QHH’s real test began.