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[Tapfic]

April 6th, 24XX

Komori, Rumi
Heading to Dew Dover Academy; Dokoka, Japan

" Honestly, I would be a bit upset; but I'm more intrigued to learn who actually gave you my number."

Each step was punctuated with the distinctive click of heels against concrete as she moved. Perfect steps, one right in front of the other. Perfect posture. Only enough hairs out of place to perfectly paint her lax persona.

" Mhm," Her face was distinctive; sharp and handsome with a straight nose, sharp smile, and dead eyes that narrowed in annoyance. Distinctive enough that the occasional onlooker would stop and stare as the previously missing, ex-number three hero in Japan passed them by with clicking heels and a strangely business casual outfit.

" Cute," her tone was certainly chipper, though the strain in her smile indicated she did not think whatever the person on the other end of the phone had said was actually endearing by any means.

With the finality of a shovel patting down the last mound of freshly turned grave soil, Komori ended the call; before dropping her phone into the stone sidewalk and cracking it with her heel.

-
Lan
Dew Dover Academy; Dodoka, Japan

Despite the momentous occasion, the beginnings of a frown tugged at his lips.

Nothing unusual to be honest. Honestly, any form of smile would have been completely alien to the boy's face at this point; but the teacher being fifteen minuets late to the first class of the school year was certainly no help. As each second ticked on into another minuet, Lan's mounting distaste for the woman had reached its " deserving of a long-winded-lecture" peak.

The default frown of annoyance had since stretched into a scowl. Small arms crossed as he sat on the desk he had picked for himself ( that's right , on the desk; like a dickhead. Because that's all the respect a teacher that kept their class waiting a whole 15 minuets deserved! ), and if his foot could reach the floor; he certainly would have been tapping it judgmentally.

Just about every seat in the classroom had filled out already; some rather interesting looking students, others remarkably plain- at least one that honestly did not look old enough to be taking a college course ( but really, who was Lan to judge when it came to that affliction in particular ).
And still no teacher.

" Okay, fuck this." He muttered the exclamation to himself, the combination of Japanese with a single perfectly pronounced English swear honestly a bit strange to hear. With a dignified huff he stood, a little disappointed that his act of defiance in sitting on the desk would go unnoticed; but lacking the patients to continue waiting.

With heavy steps ( that gave an impression of weighted boots, considering how light the boy looked in all other aspects ) Lan stalked towards the front door of the classroom and flung it open.

On the other side stood the teacher. Tall, and smiling brightly- every sharp tooth in her mouth showing through the grin before she spoke.

" Aw, am I late? My bad."

With practiced grace the woman stepped past the scrawny student blocking her path; and into the room. Lan very much would have opened his mouth to berate her for the conduct, but before he had the chance she placed a hand on his head and turned him around to face the seats.

" Go sit down silly, you're holding class up," Rumi smiled at her own little joke, as Lan felt his hears burn with frustration.

 

[GrieveWriter]

Mallory Maeve
The First Day
Dew Dover Academy Homeroom

There were many things that could describe the classroom during the fifteen minutes until the Teacher's arrival, but what it could not be described as was quiet. While the absence of authority figures had given many of those who'd arrived ample opportunity for conversation, none took it more liberally than the black slime that had planted herself firmly in the middle seat of the class.

It wasn't Mal's fault she was so late. The stupid school didn't have enough arrow signs pointing her places, and no way in hell was she gonna ask one of the half dozen members of staff where to go. Who wanted to look that dumb on their first day? Clearly, the best solution was to simply act as though she was too good for being on time and disarm any attempts at reprimand with her badass wordplay.

Only, when she finally kicked open the door and strutted into homeroom like the baddest boss in the world, what did she find? A handful of students and not an authority figure in sight.

Pfft, of course they would give people extra time on the first day. It was just the first day after all, Mallory knew not to take it too seriously. Not like she was ready to throw down with anyone who called her out or anything. Nah, she was chill.

Swaggering towards the middle of class where someone as eye-catching and fabulous as her belonged, Mal slid into her seat like a smooth criminal and immediately planted her boots on the desk. It took exactly five seconds for her to decide that teach was gonna probably be an hour late, so she whipped out every convenience she could in record time. Fashion mag came out of the first coat pocket, planted firmly between her boots for easy reading.

Next were her phone, and her trusty tablet as well. Dialing up one of her gal pals with one hand and surfing the web with the other, Mal had to focus on drawing her goopy slime back to herself with every tap of the screen so as to prevent smearing. Thankfully, she was an expert at working around her piece of crap Quirk, and was able to dial up her home girl Yuna without messing up either screen once.

The Tablet was to help keep her up to date on all the latest gossip, couldn't trust magazines to keep up with the latest trends these days anyway. It wasn't as though Mal needed it anyway, as she could totally rock her look for months before it went out of style. She told as much to Yuna, along with how she'd dumped her latest BF about a week ago.

"Yeah, he was sooo not getting my vibes." she said, slipping her phone under her cheek so she could scroll through her tablet with both hands "Like, Biscuit's fresh as hell but he canNOT tell fly from fugly when it comes to chicks."

"Ooh, so you're gonna let me get that, right?" Yuna asked

"Ugh!" Mal gasped "God, at least pretend to feel bad for me before diving in, hon."

"Sorry babe!" Yuna giggled "but if you don't have him locked down then that means a limited product just hit the market. Sides, you know we'd look hot as hell together."

"Damn it, you're right." Mal couldn't deny the truest of truths "Just make sure he keeps letting me skip at Johanne's."

"Pfft," Yuna held back her laughter "you know you could break up with him a dozen times and you'd still be strutting through there."

"Yeah, I gotcha-" Mal paused for a moment "Oh, hold up a sec, girl. Think one o' my classmates is about to spazz out?"

"Vid me?" Yuna asked, only for Mal to groan as she settled back in her seat.

"I'm in a real comfy spot though." she whined "He's just stomping his little self to the door, its- Oh!"

Mal sat up at the sight of Lan at the door, "Its the hall monitor, guess we finally starting soon."

"Member to post me if ya get kicked out?"

"I hate that I love you, babe." Mal snickered before blowing a heart bubble at her phone "Ta-ta."

With her call ended, Mal slid both her phone and Tablet into her coat as she took a deep breath and pulled the floating, black heart back into her skin.

Land was someone she recognized, she was an actual hero. Mal never figured out what she did or who she helped, but that didn't really matter compared to the fact that she was ranked number three. That was the only detail Mal needed to get pumped, most of the informational gurus she looked up online were fully of yappy scams and long-winded speeches about justice and blah blah blah. What she needed was a verified FAMOUS person giving her yappy scams and long-winded justice speeches.

Informational Osmosis would probably take care of the rest.

So when she sent the spazzkid fuming back to his seat, Mal was quick to chime in.

"Yeah! Quit holdin' up class, little guy, some of us are trying to learn." she leaned back in her seat and waved a finger around as her eye snapped towards Lan "Speaking of which, we can jump straight to that, right teach? The becoming awesome heroes thing? Need a whole lotta that in my life right about now~!"

Interacted/Mentioned: Tapfic

 

[kakemha]

Hanako Aika
​

"Crap." Hanako muttered under her breath as she raced through the street of Dokoka. She sorely underestimated how far her school was from closest train station near Dew Dover Academy. She didn't even get the chance to change out of her school uniform yet. Maybe she could just make something to get her there faster, she probably could, in that instant her mind started to race with all the different ideas of what she could make. But she decided to think about it later when she was officially on the Academy grounds.

Once she was finally on the grounds, she breathed a sigh of relief. She wasn't as late as she thought she was as she checked the clock on her phone. From this point on, she just walked briskly throughout the school until she found the classroom she was supposed to be in. Tightening her hair the was in a ponytail, she secured her school bag on her shoulder and knocked on the door before entering.

"Good morning. I'm Hanako Aika from the support department." She introduced herself and bowed, if there was one thing she kept from her yakuza days was definitely manners. After that she just took a seat towards the back of the classroom and settled in her seat. Grabbing a notebook and pencil from her school bag, she started sketching designs for all different types of mechanisms, waiting for the hero class to begin.

 

[TARDIS06]

Ciene Cāzo

Scalding was a word to describe the feeling of Ciene’s thin arms at that moment, scrubbing away at grossly stained dishes while white clouds of steam clogged his vision. About an hour was what he had left before his overtime hit damn near illegal levels for the week. Then again, overtime was just normal time at Queen’s Orchard.

He really needed to unionize.

Clocking out at about three in the morning, the crickets and cicadas seemed to be in tune that morning/night/whatever liminal era it was. Standing below the red neon sign of the restaurant with one of his coworkers, he sighed into the relatively brisk air as the wind tugged lightly at the busboy apron and navy blue t-shirt he wore.

“Don’t know if I’m gonna miss working here or not, but Sukara’s not aiming to be the brightest when he finds out.”

His coworker laughed a breathy chortle as they both stared at the note left under the glass door. She took a small drag on her stub of a cigarette before stamping it out and tossing her elbow on Ciene’s shoulder.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure the boss man doesn’t chew us out too much; you just go and take that college opportunity as far as you can.”

A quick nod from Ciene was all he could reply before his coworker, friend, departed; leaving him alone to bask in front of the empty restaurant and red light before walking off into the city.

As he passed a few alleyways, he reached one he knew by heart, mind, and even soul. His angular eyebrows twitched as he stared at the empty side street, leaving the few people that were nearby to walk around him abruptly.

It’s been a while since he’s been at school, got to make the first day count.

…

Cladding himself in a dark red t-shirt, old white flannel, and ripped slacks, the boy found himself relatively presentable enough before locking the door to the overcrowded apartment behind him. Ciene then trudged down the 12 flights of stairs before him, with each step his hands began to shake just a little bit more than before. It took him a moment to steady himself before crossing the rundown lobby and entering the busy streets of the city.

Car honks echoed in the distance, people were haggling loudly down at the street corner shop, and the dumpsters were still home to a few strays of both human and cat varieties.

A tight frown etched itself into his visage as he breathed the above all in, wondering to himself in the process, how in the hell am I supposed to simply live with all of this.

Twenty minutes into his northward walk, Ciene found himself before the Dew Dover Academy; mildly rusted iron doors and all.

The people here were different to him, not necessarily a good or bad different, but an interesting one. Some were ecstatic to be here, others a melancholic sadness, while others still were pretty indifferent about it all. He forgot how much of a melting pot college can be.

It took a few minutes of trial and error, but eventually Ciene found his classroom and sat down near the back. He didn’t have much in the name of supppies, but he kept his only book on him for this exact moment. The moment of intense necessity, the one moment that would decide it all.

The awkward moment of boredom before class began.

Needless to say, he found H.G. Welles a bit hard to enjoy again with the slight ruckus going on about class starting late; but it’s not the worst thing he’s had to endure.

“I’m with miss flubber on this one, when do we start?”

 

[Spoiled Bread]

You know that rearmost seat next to a window where anime character usually placed? Yeah, Miko got that seat. Perfect for her, now she could sneak some stuffs to past the time while the professor babble whatever the hell they want in front of the class. Fortunately, the teacher hadn't show up for the last quarter of hour. That's even better! The girl had been making herself comfortable with a bag of potato chip, a can of coke and a nice Nintendon't Switch. The halo above her head float lazily as she caught another shiny legendary to add to her dex.

Unfortunately, everything must have and end. As someone who seemed to be the teacher came into the class. Well, it's that someone from the top hero who for some reason decided to teach here, and based on how things had gone, she probably took the class as seriously as Miko. Good. Miko put her snacks and console back into her bag and yawned while waiting for things to progress. There's already enough students pleading for the class to start, she didn't intend to chime in.

 

[ScatheAriiasqDrayceon]

Ariiasqthylinh Au Drayceon/Hi Suoh

Arii decided within ten seconds of being in the class that the assignment they were one was stupid. Gather information? Gather information their ass. Train as a hero to get ahead in the villain world? Bullshit. At that time, they were one of the first in the class, and had no idea what kind of fuckery was to come.

They laid their head in their arms, settling down for a false rest. They might as well, after all.

The minutes ticked by slowly, and Arii's eyes remained closed, their ears swiveling or flicking every now and then. Seven minutes and twenty-four seconds later, they discovered they'd plopped themself right in front of the AC. Disgusting.

Arii huddled closer into their jacket, eyeing the seats around them. They were almost exactly in the middle; one seat left of centered. It irritated them.

At 4:15 exactly, they raised their head and tucked their arms to their sides, looking expectantly to the door.

No one.

One of their ears flicked, eyebrow twitching in unison.

The instructor was late.

Something welled hot in their throat, nipping at their gums with unspoken words and boiling ire. They clamped their teeth around it, instead glancing over those in the classroom. Ink was on their phone, Tiny was fuming like they were about to burst a fuse, someone rushed in that they didn't care to process a nickname for, Crunchy was eating in the back of the class, and finally, Flannel was sitting quietly. The only sane person there.

Orange eyes flicked back to their hands.

Fourteen minutes and thirteen seconds past before Tiny got up and stomped to the door.

Attention back to the door. Arii's eyes narrowed. Someone was behind it. They could hear the footsteps.

Sure enough, the door opened just as Tiny got to it, a tall... person (being generous) striding in like a walking tampon. All long and pale and red. That one's footsteps weren't what they heard, though.

Thump. Click, click, click.

Then repeated.

Thump. Click, click, click.

Arii's eyes rose to the shoulder of the presumed-teacher, tuning out the others' words as a shape they'd seen all too much in the past few months filled the doorway and more, dark grey scales like dull stones completely obscuring the hallway.

A head dipped barely under the doorframe of the classroom, back plating scraping softly against the metal.

NightOwl stalked into the classroom with a low—almost threatening if they didn't know better—rumble, wings drawn up tight against his sides. The wicked claws that tipped each wing hand were kept far above the ground, but the smaller, hooked ones of his hindclaws dug very briefly into the linoleum; just enough for traction, it seemed, as his wings slipped just the tiniest bit that anyone who's eyes weren't glued to him wouldn't notice.

Arii's breath halted in their lungs before restarting again, barely a wisp of what it was.

Shit.

 

[BittyBobcat]

Tomo Gureimin
Dew Dover Academy; Dodoka, Japan

Gray was rarely one to sing his own praises, but he would consider himself a patient man. After all, how could he not be? Quirkless people like him were never taken seriously without at least three attempts to be heard, usually more. Dealing with that took patience...even if that patience was wearing thin with the anxiety of being stuck in a room with a handful of strangers raring to get into a fight (not that stereotyping hero students was fair but... well, they were hero students; it was in the job description).

He still waited, though. He had parked himself in one of the seats along the back wall of the room when he had arrived early to class (five minutes early, to be exact) where he immediately shoved his nose back into his notebook and continued working on his latest design improvements; Oli was in desperate need of a material that he didn't tear within twenty minutes of active use and Gray would be damned if he didn't make some sort of blend with a high enough mineral content that he could use it for patching himself up.

Being so busy with furiously scribbling in his notebook, Gray didn't pay much mind to his surroundings. Or time passing. Or much of anything besides what was directly in front of his face, really. He only took proper notice of the other people in the room when one of them—he was so short, was he even old enough for this class?—swore and stomped up to the door just before it swung open.

Gray perked up when the teacher walked in. It wasn't hard to recognize her as Vempire, former number three hero. One of the younger people to hold such a title, if he remembered correctly. In fact, if he had to guess, he would say that she wasn't too much older than the students scattered around the room. Weird, but certainly not the strangest thing Gray had ever seen. He shrugged it off. With any luck, she wouldn't even be his teacher for much longer anyway.

His hand—pencil still clutched in its fingers—hesitantly went up to ask about being excused, but shrunk back down when various statements of impatience murmered up from the other students in the room. The graphite tip gravitated back to his notebook page as he curled into a slight slump in the school desk. He was still getting work done, he could wait. She'd probably have more time for him after she finished up introducing herself to the class anyway. Besides, it wasn't like he was going to get caught up in a training exercise on the first day... right?

 

[Optimo]

Hirota Kuniyuki​

For once, Hirota was actually on time for something. He had made it to school and into class a couple of minutes before he needed to be. He was seated closer to the back. Main reason being that he didn't want to be a distraction in case he fell asleep. Hirota would watch as more and more students came into the classroom.

It was odd because it seemed as if the teacher was nowhere to be found. "There's no way the teacher's late." Time dragged on and minutes went by with no sign of their instructor. The boredom got to Hirota. Then suddenly, his head became foggy. It was as if every eye lash weighed more than it should and gravity had been turned up ten fold. His head dropped down as his brain checked out and he slid into a brief slumber.

Location - Dew Dover Academy
Mention - N/A
Interaction - N/A​

 

[JessEwa26]

Shizuka Miyazaki​

Shizuka felt a rush running through her veins. She wasn't quiet sure wether it was excitement or worry. After so long she would finally go to school again. Hopefully they would be as accepting as they seemed. Unwanted thoughts filled her head, remembering of her parents and her peer; how they treated her. Determined she shook her head, her blonde hair flying around. Anxiously she looked down at herself. Her Kimono was still in a good condition even though it was going through so much. Hopefully her classmates wouldn't think bad of her.

Finally she lifted her gaze towards the school. Nodding to herself in an attempt to assure herself, she began walking towards it, the first steps a bit wobbly but getting steadier. The school grounds were impressive for her but since the 'official' hero schools were held in high respects by society, there were sadly a lot better. They had that money. Did the society even know about this school?

After walking for some minutes through the hallways, Shizuka finally found her class. She could already tell that there were people and that she was close to being too late. So without further ado, she slid the door open and entered.

Her mask slipped in place and she smiled politely a bit. With curious eyes she took all the different people in, noticing that the teacher was already present. "Good morning everyone!", Shizuka said. She seated herself on one of the tables in the middle row, looking excitedly to her left and right to see if somebody was sitting beside her.

​

 

[Aigen]

Indra Momotaro​

It had been 30 minutes when her clock had rang in a loud and unbearable sound to waker her up. Dispite that she had wolen up too late and now was running along the streets to get to her new class in time. With a quick look at her watch it told her that she was five minutes too late.

„oh shit oh shit. Too late at the first day“, she whined as she was running on the spot waiting for the traffic light to go green so she could continue with her unwanted morning run. How annoying. She had just taken a long shower the day before to be fresh in the morning to make a good impression but here she was. Starting to sweat and clad in a washed out sweatpants and a shirt that was way too big she waited unpaitent to continue her way.


Her blonde hair barely kept up shape and looked like it was going to turn into something living. Indra let out a short ‚yes‘ as the light went green and she continued the run towards the Dew Dover College.
She had just gotten this new chance to start over and make some new friends but probably coming running into the class way too late was a bad start. She had to make this day count and try to get along with them but her fear of them thinking she might be some random weirdo that didn‘t take care of themself was big.
Indra had finally managed to get to the college and to her luck she was anle to find the classroom quickly with the help of some poor boy that she rushed at to ask him where this room was. Ten minutes too late, great. Taking a deep breath in front of the door she opened it and to her surpise there was no teacher. Her new classmates sat at their table. Some were doing something and others got impatient for apparently waiting for the teacher.

Indra looked around and spotted a free desk near the windows and she silently walked towards it and sat downThe young woman sat there looking around a bit before turning her head down and leaning on the desk with her elbows. Waiting. What a luck that she didn‘t have to barge into a running class that would habe been too embarrassing.

 

[Tapfic]

Rumi
Dew Dover Academy; Dokoka, Japan
Interacting with: The whole class
Indra Aigen ,Shizuka JessEwa26 , Hirota Optimo , Ciene TARDIS06 , Miko Spoiled Bread , Hanako kakemha , Gray BittyBobcat , Arii ScatheAriiasqDrayceon

Rumi watched in half-hearted amusement as the little guy sent Jello-shot a burning glare; but said nothing before stalking back to his seat and sitting with a huff.

"Speaking of which, we can jump straight to that, right teach? The becoming awesome heroes thing? Need a whole lotta that in my life right about now~!"

The teacher pretended to think about her answer for a moment, before pink lips parted; gifting warm words that came from between sharp, glinting teeth.

" Don't see why not, I'm not getting paid to teach you guys how to tie your shoes," Sturdy heels clicked against the tile when she turned towards the old chalkboard, weathered from old age- but in relatively good condition from it's lack of use.
With an admittedly unpracticed hand, Rumi wrote her full name on the top of the board, and introduced herself.
" Since i'm your teacher, you can call me Komori- but don't call me miss or sensei; it makes me sound old," having finished her introduction, Rumi turned back to the class. Everlasting smile still fixed firmly in place. " If y' wanna know more than that, don't ask; just google me."

" Now! " With the chipper word, and a flourished movement of her hand she pulled a single blank piece of paper off of her desk; lazily decorated with black and white cartoon stock images of generic heroes around the border. The ugly work was not unlike a grade-school activity sheet.

" We're skipping introductions for the rest of you for now. Im just gonna forget your names until you do something interesting anyways; so let's go ahead do something potentially entertaining." Rumi wiggled the ( mostly ) blank paper in her hand. It made a wobble sound.
"Everyone has one of these babes in their desk, go ahead and take it out," the woman paused momentarily, and waited for her class to follow suit.

" Answer two questions on the paper; first- what's your quirk, and slash or whatever other method you plan on using in your heroic pursuits. Explain the ins and outs of all of that, but really focus on what sucks- I need to know what you fuck up with more than what you don't. If you can't think of anything, try writing about the delusional tendencies that made you forget, "
" Second- explain why you chose the worst hero school around for your go-to. You can lie on this part if you feel like it, but it might come back to bite you in the ass,"

When she had finished speaking, Rumi wasted no time sitting at her desk; and pulling her phone from her back pocket.
" Come hand them to me when you're done, if you have any questions- try thinking really hard on it."

 

[Spoiled Bread]

"This is some real art." Miko said sarcastically to herself as she glanced over the drawings on her. She decided to draw each of them a mustache before going for the questions. Then first, quirk. She was sure the same question had been given to her during the registration but oh well, if she wants to know the sucks, then know she would be.

I have a halo above my head that can detect quirk usage. It's quite sturdy so I can hit criminals with it.

Pros: I have easily portable light source.
Cons: I will know whenever someone use their quirk. No, I don't want to know whenever my neighbor with snake dick use his quirk, but I can't turn it off

Next question was about her reason to enter Dow Dover out of any other hero school out there. Easy question for Miko.

It is within walking distance from my house

Short and clear, although it might not be the whole reason. Miko unsurprisingly become the first student to submit her answers. After handing her paper to Komori, Miko simply sat back on her seat and start fiddling with her phone too. Time to start grinding some games while she wait for the other to finish.

Tapfic

 

[JessEwa26]

Shizuka Miyazaki
​

Shizuka had a concentrated look on her face. She will only remember their names if they did something impressive? Yeah, she was as eccentric as all other teachers in normal hero schools. But Shizuka still hoped they were here a lot better and not with a stick up in their ass. But she would have never said that to anyone. She still had her good manners.
With quick movements she took the paper out, pen in her right hand and right above the paper to write. She stared intently at it.

Her quirk, huh?
My quirk makes me able to bend water around me. A lot like a waterbender from movies.
Pros: I will always find water sources to use and it looks impressive but it would be more impressive with larger masses of water. I can make water move really fast and that can inflict serious wounds.
Cons: My range is quiet limited, just like how much water I can use at once. I am never not thirsty and sometimes I get the urge to use the water a body contains but I am not able to do it yet. Basically, I am stuck with any limitation possible right now.
I chose this school because I got kicked out of my family because my former hero course kicked me out since I had to many villainous tendencies.

Her hand was cramping a bit, not used anymore to write much on a paper. Shizuka heaved a quiet sigh and looked around. A girl with a halo above her head stood up and walked towards their teacher, quickly laying down the paper and returning to her seat. After a second, Shizuka followed and did the same. She felt a bit insecure about being the second person to give in their paper. Had the others so many pros or cons or were they just thinking about putting themselves into a good light? Shizuka didn't care much anymore. Lower wasn't possible anymore.

To get comfortable, she leaned back against her chair and crossed her arms. What would happen now?

​

 

[Aigen]

Indra Momotaro
​

Indra had stared in awe as their teacher had entered the room. She radiated an aura of…something that she was hoping for herself. What else would you expect from the number three hero.

As the class had demanded to start the lesson she hadn‘t shimed in but sat back in her chair and watched in silence. Watching the little guy walking back huffing amd puffing. Listening to Rumi…no Komori she had a slight grin on her lips. She knew this college wouldn‘t be lame with a teacher like her.

Pulling out the paper and taking her eyes off their teacher she read through the questions herself again. They were easy questions sure but Indra hated answering questions about herself as she found them as especially hard. What was her quirk? Ok that should be pretty easy.

I can cut myself, splash my blood around and have it explode.

Pros: I‘m not in the risk of exploding myself because the blood needs to be out?
Cons: It could easily kill me if I use my quirk too much and too often in a short time.


That should be enough though Indra had rewritten the pros alot of time as she actually wasn‘t sure if there was a pro. Eh, it should be alright and bring the picture out.
Now to the second one. Why she was here. Well thats easy.

No one wants an ex-con who blackmailed men out of their money because they thought it was fun to have a fling with their wifes sister to become a hero. And who could easily die because of their quirk.

That should do it. Though overthinking it she crossed the last sentence out. Looking up as a second person stood up Indra looked around. Appearantly she could just go up and gave her paper to the teacher. The young woman stood up, strolled over to Komori and gave her her paper before turning around and going back to her seat. She hadn‘t been in a school enviroment for years so this would be some fun time with new experiences.

Interaction with Rumi Tapfic

 

[kakemha]

Hanako Aika
​

Hearing the teacher speak, she looked up and paid attention to her, somewhat. Hanako's mind was still racing with different ideas and mechanisms to sketch out, but she tried her best to tune those out for now and listen to instructions. With her sketchbook and pencil still out though, throughout the instructions, she sneaked in writing notes and adding to a design. But catching the important bit about writing something on a piece of paper, Hanako stopped midway through a small sketch and did the task at hand.

Looking at the blank paper, she grabbed her pencil and quickly wrote what was asked. She didn't much time to think about the answers to the questions, since she already knew them pretty well, especially the quirk related ones, since she probably used her quirk too much in her free time.

What is my quirk?
Basically an image like a projector.

Pros: I can show whatever is on my mind and manipulate image, pretty handy for making support items
Cons: The image can only change when I think of something different or new and the image will always be in a blue-ish hue

That was the quirk ones done and the other one, Hanako had to think a bit harder for but not for long.

I chose this school cause who wants and ex-yakuza prisoner at a fancy school.

Once finished, she stood up and placed her paper face down on Komori's desk. And walked back to her desk once more, glancing at some student's answers on the way back. With the task done, Hanako went back to sketching more ideas and focused on that until the teacher spoke once more and gave instructions again.

 

[TARDIS06]

Ciene Cāzo

Oh. Komori. Rumi Komori. Ciene never payed too much attention to the news, but damn maybe he should.

Saving that small moment of awareness for later processing, the boy quickly grabbed out the paper from the desk and his only pencil from his pocket. The pencil was small, used, covered in scratches, pretty much completely broken, and had been with Ciene since his first university days. It was less of a reminder of the past and more of something physical to keep him grounded. Which he would definitely need when writing this bit out.

Quirk: I can seep through things.
Pros: It works almost all of the time.
Cons: It works almost all of the time. (Also I need a moving start.)

As for the next part, did he really trust the top third hero enough to relay his entire goddamn story? Nah, that’s what his government funded therapist was for.

Reason for DDA: Stuff.

A bit awkwardly, Ciene stuffed the pencil back into his pocket as he got up, folded the paper in half, and lightly placed it on the teacher's desk before sitting back down and immersing himself in his book again.

Wait, wasn’t this already part of registration for the academy?

 

[BittyBobcat]

Tomo Gureimin
Dew Dover Academy; Dodoka, Japan
Gray relaxed an ounce when the teacher announced the worksheet. It was perfect, quiet independent work that left Komori un-busied enough for him to ask about a course change. He closed his notebook and placed it neatly in its usual space in his bookbag (between his project folder and one of his textbooks where it was least likely to be damaged), waiting until after those who had walked up to turn in their papers had done so before he stood.

Bag in hand, he picked his way awkwardly between the rows of desks until he was close enough for polite conversation. "Um, excuse me, Komori?" His whisper was barely audible even in the mostly quiet room. "I'm not actually supposed to be in this course, I was wondering if you could help me get out of it because, for some reason, my counselor won't."

He shouldered his bag, eyes flicking between her and the door. "Or just excuse me from the class. That- um, that would work too."

 

[GrieveWriter]

Mallory Maeve
The First Day
Dew Dover Academy Homeroom

Okay, so when Mallory was calling for some baddass hero lessons from a top ranked hero, she damn sure wasn't expecting a basic questionnaire. But she held back her wave of expertly conjured quips, their teacher was a ranked hero after all. Surely she'd wow them with all her awesome secrets once they were done with the boring part. Leaning forward, Mal stuffed a hand into her desk and pulled the worksheet out, careful not to seep any of her inky gooeyness into it as she tossed it onto her desk and dug around in her coat for a pen.

Question one, her shitty Quirk

My shitty quirk was supposed to be like some kinda awesome transforming thing where i turn into anyone, steal their boyfriends secrets then dip like a super spy. Instead it just kneecapped my fashion game, still hot but dam would it be nice to rock something that doesn't have to contrast the black sludge all the time.

Mal immediately got bored before she even got finished answering the first question, and instead began doodling pictures of her ex in some of the blank space. Her particular fashion was what ruined the damn near perfect romance they had cultivated over the course of the two weeks they had been soulmates for. He just wouldn't stop giving recommendations about what she could rock, not respecting clause twenty-five of the Dating Mallory Maeve handbook which specifically states that her clothing choices were immediately better than anything anyone else could come up with.

But doodling his likeness brought back vivid memories of that chiseled jawline and quirky smile. And those abs.

Dear god those abs...

Mal discreetly pulled out her phone and quickly began texting.

GooeyGoddess: Yo yuyu,
GooeyGoddess: scratch that las thing we wuz talkin bout
GooeyGoddess: gon try n patch things up with biscuit

Messages sent, Mal returned her eye towards the worksheet she was barely even through.

Yeah, so the thing is. I can transform but only into the shape of stuff, so no awesome doppelganger stuff since I can't actually change colors when doing it. I gotta blink at them and do this camera flash thing that sucks ass cuz i basically get a flash grenade blasted into my poor sweet eye every time. Also I can blow bubbles with it, so if you can get me a job for kiddie parties that pays a hero's salary I'll be your BFF for real, no lie.


A reply to her message came through, and Mallory's eye quickly widened as she looked upon the words her screen now bared.

IonlySwallowXOXO: ye sry girl
IonlySwallowXOXO: we're kinda already hanging
IonlySwallowXOXO: he's looking mad interested
GooeyGoddess: i ended the call like six minutes ago
GooeyGoddess: were u waiting outside the club?
IonlySwallowXOXO: opportunastic hunters keep close to their feeding grounds
GooeyGoddess: Bitch couldn't give me any time to reconsider
IonlySwallowXOXO: Ya godamn right
IonlySwallowXOXO: learned from the best
GooeyGoddess: y am i so pissed yet so proud
IonlySwallowXOXO: gotta go
IonlySwallowXOXO: he wants to dance
IonlySwallowXOXO: member to post me if you flunk, babe

Mal slammed her fist against her table, splattering some of her goo on on the corner of her worksheet in the process. Cursing under her breath, shge quickly tried to reabsorb as much as she could, but there was still a notable black smudge now taking up the entire corner of her sheet. Coupled with the realization that Yuna had finally surpassed her in game, Mal quickly shoved her phone back into her coat before leaning forward, trying and failing to focus on finishing what should've been an easy task.

Downsides: It nerfed my fashion game, trying not to soak into stuff sucks, I hate having to blind myself constantly, and it ruined what could've been the hottest ship i've been in since last year. Just cuz it kept coming up in convos and he really wasn't getting why my choices of clothing were baller and maybe i overeacted and now that goddamn traitor is gonna snap him up with her huge tits and giant teeth and is not gonna let me live it down all cuz of my piece o' shit Quirk.

Mallory was practically fuming at that point, standing up and going to turn in her sheet and be done with it only to realize halfway to the desk that there was another question she'd completely forgotten about. Cursing under her breath, she stomped back to her desk and leaned over just so she could quickly do the last part.

I came here cuz Quirk's too trash for a top hero school and I want that money/fame.


Thus, the finished paper finally made its way to Komori's desk, with Mal looking as if she was gonna slam it down before remembering that she'd have to clean herself off of it again and just tossing it haphazardly atop the others.

She sat back in her seat with a grumble, her eye closing as she tried to chill out. It wasn't as though it was certain Biscuit would fall for Yuna's obvious bait. He might've been a dumbass when it concerned her fashion, but Mal was confident he wasn't some Neanderthal that goes into Unga Bunga mode whenever some bimbo runs around shaking her chest at him. And besides, it wasn't as though she hadn't given Yuna her blessing... kind of.

They probably would look good together... yeah. She wasn't mad.

She was chill, she was absolutely for it. She was so for it that she wasn't practically digging her fingers into her arms at the mere thought of that genius seductress crawling all over her man.

Totally... absolutely... one-million percent chill.

Tapfic

 

[ScatheAriiasqDrayceon]

Jet Kaedos/NightOwl
There were eyes crawling over Jet's feathers. Poking at his scales. Not as many as he expected, though. Eyes unmoving in their sockets, he glanced over the student body once or twice, catching only one that seemed rooted to their chair in the reaction he was generally used to.

The others? It was entirely possible—impressive, even—that they hadn't noticed him, the way they were focused on Komori. Amusement rattling his primaries, he rumbled to himself, trying to ignore the startled staring of the student in the middle of the class that seemed to have been frozen in time.

They snapped out of it once Komori started in earnest, though, fumbling to reach under their desk.

He glanced over the rest of the students again, just in case, though his attention was caught by the one that seemed to have scribbled through their portion as quickly as possible... though, they were quickly followed by a inky black, quite ruffled-looking fellow, anyway, so Jet supposed it wasn't exclusive to the previous.

One of his ears raised to attention, curious.

Ariiasqthylinh Au Drayceon/Hi Suoh
Arii listened idly to the rest of the class, though their attention stayed on NightOwl as he settled in one of the corners of the room (as much as he could with primary feathers longer than a Mc Donald's drive-thru clearance bar). The only thing that broke this fear-frozen staring contest was the voice of Walking-tampon-lady, her voice grating on their brain enough that they executed enough will over themself to look at her.

Papers. Under desk. Right.

The ice in their veins took longer than they really needed it to to shake off, their trembling hands barely managing to prize the folder from its desk.

Their handwriting was already bad, but it looked worse than normal as they painfully wrote out the answers to the questions.

Quirk; N/A

My reason for being at Dew Dover is simple; I am quirkless and any other accepting schools don't offer concurrent credit or shadowing programs.

They signed it at the bottom out of habit in the practiced way Satoru made them internalize, their last name standing out in scrawled English. They cringed, and after a lanky, grimy-looking man stood, they followed—only to end up stuck behind him as he started conversing with their new teacher.