[center][h2]Decaman[/h2][/center]
[@Lmpkio] - Speaking to, Coaching
[@Rune_Alchemist] - Speaking to
[@Jay Kalton] - Speaking to
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"Come on everybody, put more spirit into it!" Decaman shouted as he walked around the class, watching them go through the events. He noticed, oddly, that very few people were actually using their Quirks to the fullest during the various tests. Their physical abilities were good, but they seemed to be lacking in creativity. "Hey, what's wrong kiddos?! Why's nobody using their Quirks?" Picking one of the students he knew from last year, he pointed and called the young man over. "Hey, Hokama Tonaka, right? C'mere for a minute!"

As the primary physical education instructor, an adjunct math teacher, and one of what even among the teachers was called the "big four" heroes who conducted the Hero Training exercises most often, Decaman knew Tonaka fairly well from last year. He remembered that the boy had a combination-type Quirk, a sort of shadow manipulation and a healing light. However, the power was tied into his moods as well, and as a result he often held himself back from using the darker half of his abilities.

"I know in Freshman year, most of the focus was on control of your Quirk and not harming yourself by using it. And I know some of you are just this year entering the school, so maybe you're nervous or haven't trained your Quirk as much as those who have been here longer." Decaman said, his voice booming over the student body. "But you can't keep holding yourselves back like this, even if you're scared! Now's the time to step up, and start pushing those limits that you learned to recognize last year! Be brave, junior heroes!"

Then, turning to Tonaka, he handed him the softball from before.

"The whole point of these exercises isn't actually to get high scores and pass. It's to let you students channel your creativity, and figure out different ways of using your quirk besides the totally obvious. Hokama-kun, I want you to try the softball throw one more time--but this time, instead of just plain throwing the ball, try using your dark blast to [i]shoot[/i] it, and see how much faster, how much harder, or how much more accurate you can be with it!" In a whispered tone, he added, "And don't be so scared of your own power. You have to own it. Accept it. Only then can you control it. The more you try to keep it bottled up tightly, the more it will struggle to be free. If anything happens, I'm here. Nothing will go wrong that I can't handle. Give it your best shot."

Patting the boy on the shoulder, he left him to try the exercise again. Then he looked around until he saw two of the new students, two girls. One of them looked like she might have a bad attitude, but the other just seemed sort of stoic.

"And a good morning to you, ladies!" he greeted them. "I know that both of you are new here. I'm Decaman by the Hero trade, but you can call me Mr. Lawson. May I have your names and a brief description of your Quirks?"
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[center][h2]Masamune[/h2][/center]
[@Pacifista] - Speaking
[@Great Sogeking] - Speaking
[@Dead Cruiser] - Speaking
[@Dblade26] - Speaking
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"And that concludes the tour of the dorms." Masamune finished, as he led the group back into the main hallways of the school. "Our next stop will be the Brave Court, where Decaman should be finished with the Junior Class's first-quarter Quirk Assessment. You all will do the same, once his group moves on." The swordsman showed them a map on one of the walls, one of many scattered around the school, with the typical "you are here" kind of breakdown of the building, and pointed to the Brave Court.

"Before we get started, since all of you are fresh, new faces, let's take a moment to introduce ourselves and our Quirks, shall we? Once you get on the field, I'll be able to help you that much better the more I know about you."

Tatsumi was nervous at first, but forced himself to raise his hand. As soon as he felt the teacher's serious gaze settle on him, his first reaction was to glare back--but he managed to stop himself this time. Mr. Matsumoto raised an eyebrow as he noticed the boy's dilemma, but called on him anyway.

"M-my name's...I'm Oshiro Tatsumi, 15 years old! My Quirk be a self-enhancement type, and uses adrenaline to make me stronger!"

"Good to meet you, mister Oshiro. Do you know how much stronger you can become?"

"Uh, well, it depends. The stronger I gets, the mo' damage it can do to my body. I can go up 3, 4 times the norm pretty easy, but at 5 times it really tears me up. I got to 6 one...time..." Here Tatsumi's eyes darted a bit, as he was apparently recalling that particular time with unease, but then he continued, "But I blacked outs afterwards and woke up in the hospital."

"I see. Thank you, mister Oshiro."

"T-Tatsumi's fine, sir."

"Who's next, then?" Masamune looked expectantly around at the rest of the students.
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[center][h2]Snow White[/h2][/center]
[@Inertia] - Speaking to directly, looking at with concern
[@Poke] - Speaking
[@Knight of Doom] - Speaking
[@Falkon] - Speaking
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"And now we'll be moving on to the indoor gym, if the seniors have finished their tour in there." Ms. Baumgartner said cheerily as she waved the sophomores to follow her like a hen with her chicks. "By the way, I see some new faces in the crowd! If you don't mind, would you like to introduce yourselves and tell us about your Quirks while we walk?"

She looked over in concern at the one new face she'd seen, a boy with burn marks and bandages. She wondered if it was just from his quirk, or if he'd had some sort of accident on his way to school.

"Would you like to start us off, mister...?" she paused to let the boy give his name.
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[center][color=green][h2]Corrosion[/h2][/color][/center]
[@Rune_Alchemist] - Interaction with Bonesaw
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"What the fu--" The dark-skinned man started when the girl looked up at him with a completely unexpected expression, as well as one hell of a quirk. Something to do with her bones, maybe? Then, Corrosion broke out in another grin.

With a disgusting sound, like spit hitting the ground, he let the Acid Whips drop. They burned new potholes in the walkway, but he paid no heed to them as he pulled one leg, then the other, free of their Acid Pads and turned a front flip, dropping down to land on the ground. When he stood up he still towered over the girl with his height and bulk, but his leer had turned from one that promised trouble to one of interest.

"Ain't no l'il princess after all, is ya?" he said, walking slow circles around Bonesaw. "The hell ya think you's doin', just waltzin' right the hell up into Brave, huh? How'd ya do it?"

It seemed for the moment that he wasn't going to assault her after all. Whoever she was, she had piqued his interest--she'd somehow gotten into a nest of heroes and back out without anyone being the wiser. Sure, maybe she was just small enough to fit a uniform and good enough with makeup to look like a kid--now that he was up close, it looked like she'd layered it on pretty thick. But she'd gotten past their security system somehow, too.

And more importantly, if she could do it once, she could probably do it again.