As soon as the gates of the academy opened, majority of the students wasted no time and rushed in. It was no surprise though; it wasn't everyday that one gets the opportunity to freely explore such an institution. Standing beside the podium, Principal Arata silently watched as the students gleefully entered the school grounds. The awkward silence and empty streets of Kosei were no more; they were finally an academy.
"Excuse me, sir." From behind him, the Vice Principal approached him and called his attention. "I mean no disrespect, but are you sure that letting the students do whatever they please for, even if its just for today, is the right decision?"
Arata simply turned his gaze upwards and smiled. He always found it amusing when she questioned the choices that he made. It was certainly out of character, but it only meant that she was genuinely concerned.
"We're just a bit fanatical when it comes to our values. All we wish is to show the world that there are other ways. Because kids today just have their values chosen for them."
The Vice Principal fell silent as she heard Arata's words. For some reason, his voice had changed; it was heavy and felt oddly depressing. "My father was a detestable man, I'll admit that. But even with his cynical way of thinking, their was merit to some of his words."
The group of six continued their exploration of the training facility in their hopes of finding a boxing ring they could spar in. From the main hallway, they came across a massive weight room, and another with various exercise equipment, before heading further inside the building. Little did they know, what they were seeing was just the metaphorical tip of the metaphorical iceberg. However, even with just these amenities, it they were certain that Kosei was true to their promise and definitely had a lot to offer to their students.
After a turn and a short stairway, they had managed to stumble upon the ever elusive ring they were searching for, kind of. It was a massive room, but instead of one that was used for boxing, it held nine pentagon-shaped rings; four on each corner and side, then a larger one in the middle. Just from appearance alone, it was obvious that these were far from ordinary. Appearing bulkier and with a more metallic feel to them, the rings were designed to hold and withstand any type of fight.
Slowly making their way inside to appreciate the fighting arenas up close, a deep, loud howl suddenly echoed throughout the room. Most, if not all, immediately turned around, facing the source of the sound.
"Wanahnahnahnah!" With two lit cigarettes hanging from his mouth, and another in hand, the massive wolf-like man laughed out loud as a few puffs of smoke escaped from his mouth.
"Finally, some students!" The wolf said as he made his way towards them. As he drew closer, the difference in size just became more apparent as he easily towered over each one of them.
"The name's Mako Nahino, and this is the academy's main trainin' center!" His face was stern and voice booming, but for some reason, he gave of a welcoming vibe. "Since y'all are here, I'm guessin' that you're hopin' for a fight." Mako grinned, showing off his sharp fangs. "So, anything I can help ya with?"
Ryoma was completely engrossed in his book, an epic tale set in a fantasy world. It was one of those books that he had read over and over again and never gotten tired of it. Every time he read it, he learned something new and it never failed to make him smile. He was so into the book that he didn't notice when someone leaned against a tree nearby. That is, until she started speaking to him and he nearly jumped out of his skin.
He thought what she had said had been quite rude, but tried not to judge her with this first impression. For all he knew she could just be grumpy. He looked up to respond to her, and almost immediately looked back down again. Girls didn't really talk to him much, especially the pretty ones. Well, Makoto did, but she was family so that was a little different. "Neither, I guess." He responded finally, looking back up at her.
"I mean, I do have confidence in the skills I have, but I really don't expect to be winning competitions. It's the first day, they don't expect us to be heroes yet. That's why we're here, to learn how to be heroes, right? The training will really start tomorrow, so I'm enjoying the time I have before then." Ryoma finished with a shrug, hoping he didn't sound rude or too awkward. At least he was able to get full sentences out. That was pretty good.
@Rob Dante let out a devilish smile. She liked this guy, Mako. She couldn't wait to fight, but she honestly did have some questions. Dante eyed the rings, they looked solid, hard, and perfect for her quirk, but she needed to be sure of something. Dante raised her hand and began to speak to the large wolfman. Obviously ready to start fighting. "what are these rings made of? I dont have to be afraid of breakin' em do I?... erm Mr.Nahino" she added on the last bit, remembering her manners. As Dante waited for the response she looked in wonder at these arena's. Man, this was so much nicer than where she was used to fighting. Dante began to hop slightly, letting her arms fall to her sides, she was getting antsy, but oh boy, She was so PUMPED!
The American quickened his steps to the doorway, barely registering a comment from the blond student beside him. “Hell yeah, Tempo,” he muttered in English, too excited to register the green eyed student’s lack of interest. Opening up the main doors, he followed after the student his age and the pink-haired one, goosebumps crawling across his skin as the air conditioning kicked in. The day outside wasn’t a hot one, but the sun did good work to warm someone up. Inside it was brisk, the smell of bleached mats and floor polish reaching him from the doorway.Along with a small chunk of stone, which rolled to his feet? That was odd.
”Excuse me,” she said, looking up at the other students. ”My name is Tatsuko Kanashiro. I got here a little later than most I think, so I wasn’t really able to meet any new people. Would you guys mind if I tagged along with you?”
She was small. Which was interesting. Part of him wondered if that was healthy, or just part of her Quirk. Regardless, she looked friendly enough to him. ...another part of him couldn’t help but realize that she was absolutely adorable, but she probably wouldn’t appreciate that input from him. “Excellent, we’re just about to go have a sparring match! You’re welcome to come if you want.” He switched back to Japanese, fumbling a few syllables as he went. He gave her a toothy grin before moving on, seeing Eir standing at the map marked in...relatively simple language. Enough that he could see where she was pointing towards the something something “ring.” Good enough.
Dante was already moving in that direction, so he followed after. The path was a little complicated due to the sheer size of the building. The structure was odd and extended downwards into the earth, leading to a labyrinthine effect the deeper in he went. Still, chasing after the pink head of hair and the tall girl, they eventually ended up in a relatively large room filled with matching fighting pits. Not… exactly what he was used to, but he could deal with it. Still, with the howl from the large man echoing in his ears, he turned to face what he hoped would be an instructor he would spend most of his spare training time with, if location was to judge. He smiled broadly as he looked up, another trend it seemed, at the… man. He thought.
His words were simple, the expression on his face speaking volumes. “She and I would like to have a match.”
The group was able to find an elevator that led the group to the boxing rings, and then when they got there a giant wolf-man was there willing to help. Turned out that the wolf with a major nicotine addiction was a teacher and he was here in case the students needed anything. This was obviously taken advantage of by Dante and Jefferson as they both looking forward to their match. It might be awhile before the match even started, so it might make sense to explore the training facility a little bit more to stave off the boredom that will come with waiting.
He turned back towards Eir and Tempest and was surprised to see another girl with them. He might have been a little too distracted to see her even show up. Now he had to look like a jerk and ask for here name again. Definitely not the greatest way to make a good first impression. He turned toward the new girl, "Hey, I'm Iccho Matsuo. I'm sorry I missed your name before, what is it?" He played off that last question with a slight laugh to try and make the conversation less awkward, but Iccho felt that it failed miserably. He just wanted anything to distract from this situation.
"Do the rest of you guys want to take a look around while we wait for the others to get there match started? It might be a better way to pass time than just standing around looking like lost puppies." He was hopeful that his suggestion would be taken seriously since there was no we he would just stand around and do nothing on his first day one campus.
Location: Fighting Ring Interacting with: Wolfgang Amadeus Smokezart @Rob
Hearing the young woman's query, Mako smiled a toothy grin. "That's a good question!" he bellowed, laughing deeply. For a long, long time. It was a solid two minutes before he finished laughing, heaving and sighing and trying to catch his breath. A very, very awkward two minutes, as the laughter became more nervous towards the end. All eyes were on the instructor as his vision darted around the crowded entrance to the fighting hall. "Heh... Heh... Heh." He swallowed, arching his muzzle upwards ever so slightly as a bead of sweat fell from a whisker. "I, uh, honestly got no clue, missie." His ears perked tall as he stood up straight again, "But we've used these things dozens of times and we've only managed to total two of 'em, so I'm sure they'll probably hold!"
Ignoring any protest, Mako turned towards the American, lighting another cigarette as he extinguished the one in his hand. "And you!..I appreciate the enthusiasm!" He slammed his massive, padded hand against the back of the fifteen year-old's back, making him take a step forward as he was dwarfed by the massive wolf. "So don't let me stop ya! Let's get to a ring and get things started!"
As the large wolfman laughed at her question Dante stopped looking around and gave the huge beast her attention.... But he didn't stop... he slowly died off from the laughter, telling her he didn't know what they were made of. Dante sighed, but after a few moments began to laugh. It was just funny that this guy didn't know. As he led her and Jefferson to the ring Dante could feel her heart quicken it's pace, she felt her body tense. When they were finally in the ring and it was time to fight, Dante turned to Jefferson and held her left fist out to him. "May the best fighter win."
Jefferson wrapped his hands before hopping into the strange, metal ring, no gloves to be found. Cigarette smoke drifted through the air, and out the corner of his eye he could see the wolfman light up another as he tossed a butt to the side. Jefferson was almost positive he shouldn't be doing that, but he wasn't the phys. ed. instructor, so who was he to judge? He saw Dante hop into the ring and noticed something odd. No handwraps, no gloves, nothing. He raised an eyebrow at that; she could break a hand if she wasn't careful. Still, it probably had something to do with her Quirk, and she thought they had a relatively fair fight without his.
That meant a few things.
First off, it wasn't something that could instantly incapacitate him. She wouldn't agree to fight with it if it was, by her character. No electricity, no poisons, no mind control. That was a good start.
Second, she wasn't using handwraps. Something defensive, maybe? It wasn't a mutation, at least not a visible one. Her skeleton could be made of plastic explosives, for all he knew. She had callouses ON her knuckles, but no cuts or bruises. She had fought before, so she knew what she was doing... definitely something defensive. At that point, the real question is whether or not Jefferson would be able to penetrate it for his own blows. He had to get in quick and floor her as hard and fast as he could, if he wanted to have a chance.
That is, unless she planned on forcing him to use his own, then she could have anything from laser vision to lightning hands. This, this right here was why he hated fighting with Quirks. He wasn't too keen on professional circuits, but he knew the heavy hitter here in Japan, Yamashiro Iwao, had Concussive Fists. He could be dealing with something similar. But he doubted it.
Grey smoke billowed from the side of the ring, the wolfman's eyes glimmering with some mixture of excitement and curiosity as he rested against the edge of the ring out, tail lazily drifting back and forth. No judges, no scoring, so it was a sparring match. He could do that.
Jefferson took a deep breath, filling his lungs as he closed his eyes, hearing the echo form a perfect, three-dimensional image of the ring, the students outside, the wolfman... and Dante. He opened them again, shattering the vision in his mind's eye. No Quirks. He looked up at her, smiling that his handwraps and closed shoes would stop him from using his own. She said something in Japanese, but he didn't need to pay attention. They both knew what was happening. He didn't bother to translate his words as he stepped forward, firmly focused on the task at hand. "Let's go." He bumped her fist and popped in his mouthguard, taking a low, forward stance. His weight on the balls of his feet, his fists clenched, he waited for the wolfman to call it.
Dante stepped back and got into a defensive stance, setting her right foot forward. She kept her hands partly open, like she was holding two invisible soda bottles. She put her arms in front of her face and chest, bouncing with her weight focused on the balls of her feet. what hair she had that wasn't tied behind her head was bobbing around with her. She felt the seconds drag on. For a moment it was if time had stopped... Then the wolfman let out a howling "Let's go!" His voice boomed, echoing throughout the room.
At the sound Dante sprang into action immediately, rushing forward and throwing a hard right jab directly at Jefferson's chin. She was hoping to test his defense before anything else.
Jefferson had boxed for half of his life, with several different coaches as he grew older. They would disagree on minutiae, tell him to do things differently than the last coach, but a few things were constant. The first thing they agreed on was that the kid was fast, especially for a heavy. He stepped inside her guard as she launched a long jab at him, using the opportunity to get up close and personal. Jefferson’s arms were already up to catch her blow, feeling the impact sting as she made contact. Not as bad as it could’ve been. She punched like a strong amateur, and now she was overextended. Already forward, the foreigner let loose a quick flurry of short body-blows towards her ribs, mashing his forehead into her temple and pushing her back. She protected her head too much, and he wanted to get her in the corner before she had a chance to use her Quirk.
The several blows to her body hit like bricks. This kid was fast. When he attacked her body it left him open on his side, so she planted her feet, but as she did he got her in the temple and she was pushed back. She barely managed to keep from moving back, and shot a left hook at his body, following it with a right, her blows were slower than his but she put her strength behind both of them, trying to get him to back off. She could already feel her body tightening up and bruising over, and It was clear from his one counter attack that Jefferson definitely outclassed her when it came to skill. She either had to finish this fast, or use her quirk. If she didn't it was certain she was definitely going to lose.
Her feet planted, the Japanese girl tried to bat him off with a pair of hooks, Jefferson blocking the left hook but taking the blow to his left side. Her knuckles dug into his lat as he pressed forward, continuing his onslaught. She was strong, but slow, and nowhere near the fighter his oldest sister was. She had good senses, though, and she hit hard. His side was red from the impact, he could tell that much, and would most likely be quite pretty the following day if she kept it up. Still, he ignored the pain as he pressed forward, only expressing himself through a hard grunt through his mouthpiece as he followed her into the corner, keeping his head in her temple and shoving hard. He feinted towards the same patch in her side, subbing in a clenched fist upwards at her chin. Simultaneously, he readied his left hand for another body blow to her right, keeping his arm in tight to protect his side. He wasn't the best boxer his sisters had trained, but he knew to keep his shots short and his jabs long, protecting himself as he went. She still hadn’t used her Quirk, as far as the American could tell, and if he had anything to say about it she wouldn’t get the chance. He kept pushing towards the corner. If he could get her against the hard metal edges of the ring, it was only a matter of time before he floored her.
Dante have any other choice but to back up, or she would take a hard shot to the chin. She had has come in too close, not expecting Jefferson to have such speed, and now she was stuck. She had to back out now. Dante side stepped backwards, barely avoiding the blow and slowly moving into the corner, if she got in there, unless she used uses her quirk, she was dead meat. As she side stepped she bent low, kept her left arm up for protection, and sent another hard jab directly at his abdomen. When she let the blow fly her whole upper body twisted and sent the force of her body with the blow. It wasn't a game ender, but it might, hopefully get him off her back.
He saw the punch coming a mile away. She reared back and threw a haymaker, leaving him with plenty of time to shift his guard. For a second, he thought she was going to shove him backwards with the force of the blow, but the familiar sting of the block kept him in the moment… where she had just taken a full step forward to throw that reckless shot, and his left hand was still prepped and ready for a hard punishing jab to her right. He aimed for the exact same place his earliest combo had targeted, careful to avoid a kidney punch. It was possible she would come away from this with a cracked rib, but he doubted it. She seemed tough, which was a good thing considered how unrefined her defense was. Just not tough enough to win, if he had anything to say about it. Another two steps to the corner and one hard flurry, then the match was as good as his. He would smile, if it weren’t for the animal snarl already keeping his face occupied.
Dante felt the body blow hit home once again and grunted as pain shot up and down her right side. She stepped back, once again trying to avoid any more quick strikes. She was just about to attack again when she felt the edge of the ring touch her back. He had managed to push her all the way from the center of the ring to the edge. Well, I guess I'm going to have to use my quirk. As she was standing in the corner Dante let her defense drop and had a large menacing grin on her face, not the kind of look you'd expect from someone in a corner. Her eyes raised to his and she saw the ferocious look on his face, and he could see the devilish, excited look on hers. "Game Over." Dante reached behind her and let the back of her hand touch the cool metal of the ring, and then as she was touching it She she felt a tightening, stiffening sensation quickly shoot up her arm and wrap around her chest, neck, face, and within moments her entire body. To everyone it would look like liquid metal had just covered her skin but in actuality, her body had just become the same kind of metal as in the ring. The ring groaned slightly as her weight shot up from being the weight of a large girl the the weight of a six foot block of steel, putting her at over two thousand pounds. Dante's grin turned into a dangerous smile as she met Jefferson's gaze with her now metallic eyes. "My Turn." And with that Dante planted her left foot, the ring visibly shaking as she slung a low uppercut into the American’s stomach, throwing her weight behind the blow.
The second Dante had touched the edge of the ring, the hair on the back of Jefferson’s neck stood up. He knew something was coming, but didn’t know what. Settling back into his guard, he watched as the metal curled around her body, frantically trying to figure out some angle of attack when she rushed forward. He had expected her to slow down when the ring creaked with her newfound weight, but she was as fast as ever. He had relaxed his defense for a single, critical moment, and she seized the opportunity. He growled as her fist ground into his arms, barely brought up in time. Playing baseball as a child, he had been hit by a bat before. This wasn’t all that different, except this time the bat was solid and flying towards his kidneys. His arms barely caught the blow before it slipped past his guard and slammed into his solar plexus. Stars burst in front of his eyes as he crumpled like a car wrapped around a tree, staggering backwards and raising his fists to guard against any follow ups as he desperately tried to catch his breath. Normally she hit hard, now she hit stupidly hard.
Most of the time, when someone watches boxing for the first time, they think that shots to the head are the best route. Unfortunately, Jefferson’s body was full of useful organs that didn’t like to be bludgeoned by a hundred pounds of steel, which was why he coughed blood onto the back of his handwraps as he strove to keep his eyes on the smirking girl. He didn’t have to look at his arms to know that they were bleeding too, and he did NOT want to take another punch like that. If he got in close, made sure she didn’t have room for another and went for a low punch to the jaw… it would break his hand.
He settled back into a defensive stance, keeping up his footwork as he bobbed and weaved, slipping away from jabs and evading away from her corner. This was bad. If he didn’t think of an avenue for an offensive, the fight was as good as over.
The wolfman was rapidly swapping out his cigarettes as he watched the fight, his lighter sparking to life every few blows that were exchanged. The odor of ash was overpowering, punching through the taste of blood and the roaring in Jefferson’s ears, bombarding the brawler with all too much sensory information. In some corner of his mind, the American wondered if the wolfman’s hackles were raised as he addressed the silver girl fighting out of the corner. “Alright kid, solid hit! Blue, she showed you hers, man up or get out! If you don’t take this seriously, she sure as hell will!!!”
Distantly, he knew that the teacher was just trying to get him to make a decision. As far as the wolf was concerned, he could use his Quirk or quit. This difference wasn't something that could be made up for with a pair of handwarps... but he only heard one thing from the rough, masculine voice. Something he heard all too often from a separate set of tones, lighter, more feminine, and stronger than anyone else.
Man up.
For a split second, the rational part of the boxer’s mind told him to stop. He wasn’t going to win this fight, not now, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to hurt himself for a sparring match. He ignored it. Jefferson snarled as he leapt forward, coiling his left hand at the shoulder as he guarded with his right, throwing a haymaker into the bottom of her jaw that would’ve floored anyone his weight, anyone normal, anyone not made of steel.
But that wasn’t who he was fighting.
Jefferson felt something crack in his fist, and wondered, in the back of his mind, how much force it actually took to break a bone. Then the world turned grey at the borders, pain consuming his thoughts. He said nothing, just stood there panting, his good hand wrapped around the bad wrist. Blood pattered from his broken knuckles onto the floor.
The rough voice barked again from the edge of the ring, the huge man hopping the ropes, heading towards the two fighters. “Blue!” he pointed at Jefferson, the student's eyes focused on his bleeding hand. “Outta the ring!” His fingers guiding him off the pentagon.
Smokes billowed from his mouth as he turned towards Dante. “Nice work, missie!”. With his hand resting on top of her head, Mako strangely began to give her a pat while tousling around her hair. “But next time, learn to hold back; its just a spar!”
Although letting out boisterous laughter as he spoke, Mako wanted to explain to Dante the importance of control. Unlike the rest, heroes had the burden of always having to keep their quirks in check and know when it was necessary to go all out.
TL;DR: Jefferson outboxed Dante, who hits like a truck, pushing her into the corner. She got in a few blows, but the tide turned when she used her quirk. Jefferson broke his hand against her jaw like a dumb because he was overly inspired by Wolfkin Kamina.
Those words rung out from the gate from the lone fifteen year old boy that had just exclaimed with pure exhilaration and a big smile plastered on his face. His arms were thrown up when shouting out his excitement to let any and all to know just how happy he was to be part of this school.
Samada couldn't help but be bubbly with glee; so much that his body was practically shaking, though it always did that thanks to the near endless source of energy his body created.'Whoo!! can you believe it Tetsuo?! we're finally here!'Unable to stop himself from shouting as he turned his body part-way, needing to do so what with the large backpack overstuffed with countless lunchboxes and some school supplies getting in the way of looking at his more quiet and shy cousin.'Hurry hurry! We're missing all the cool fighting and action.'He made quick punching motions in the air.
At that moment, would the spiky haired individual notice the crushed granola bar in his left hand.'Gah I crushed my snack too.'His upper body hung like one depressed, but was over in an instant for he sprung back up and started running in place with another wide, goofy grin.'Oh well, mom packed plenty..I hope she got the mixed cause I like them best, but peanut butter is good too? not surehowIfeelaboutraisinbutitsoktooIg-'Rambling on like he usually did; completely brimming with energy, moreso than usual now that they were finally at the academy famed for shooting out well known and famous superheroes.
Samada eventually drawled off as he looked around, taking in the sights of the buildings and students off in the distant going to or from class, a twinkle in his eye like that of a boy in a candy store, though he wasn't allowed candy which he hated.
Fidgeting and anxious, the oddly dressed boy, who upon close inspection sported bandages all around his body, especially his fingers, started running around Tetsuo; running backward and forward.'Lets go go go! We get to meet famous heroes and make lots of new friends.'He skidded to a stop in front of his cousin after saying the word friend.'Aren't you excited too? this is a whole new beginning for us!'Giving him a bit too hard pat on the back then turned while firmly gripping the strips of his backpack and sprung forth, running around the front schoolyard to take in the sights while making sure not to wander off to far to let his cousin catch up, nearly laughing like a madman as he did so.
Truthfully, it didn't matter how Four-Eyes answered her question, Severa wasn't going to be completely satisfied with the answer in any way. In fact, Severa had found a way to take offense to the way Four-Eyes had worded his response. Completely unnecessary offense, but offense nonetheless. Severa clenched her teeth and scowled. In the back of her head, she knew it was excessive but with her thoughts mainly dwelling on her friend being a no show. However, she couldn't help but lash out at the closest being. "That's a dumb reason, but if you want to quit early and say you aren't going to win competitions, I don't care."
Severa paused for a moment, eyeing a group of students that had suddenly burst out in laughter. "Besides, everyone is taking the time to get all chummy with one another so they can team up later. You could be doing that too instead of reading..." Severa added sternly but started to drift off towards the end of her statement. She never was the best at making friends, even before she got her temper. She was always so shy to meet new people that it felt crippling. Now, she tried to tell herself she didn't care and for the most part it worked in fooling her into thinking that.
A few awkward moments of silence descended upon the pair, Severa pretending not to notice as she glared venomously at passerbys before finally caving and chiming in again. This time, she did better in sounding halfway decent. "So... You're confident in your skills but think you'll lose, huh. Why do you say that?" Severa inquired, as she honestly didn't believe in quitter talk like that.
This girl may have been pretty, but she was irritating. Here she was insulting and judging him for his way of doing things. About how he was sitting here reading instead of training or making friends. Yet, here she was, leaning against a tree, talking at him instead of doing either of those things. If there was one type of person he hated most, it was hypocrites. Ryoma wasn't going to waste his time talking to her. He simply rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to his book.
But the next thing she said caught his attention again. Instead of throwing insults and judgements, she was now asking him why he had confidence in his skills if he knew he wasn't going to win competitions. "Neither my skills, or my Quirk, are combat oriented. A huge part of being a hero is combat related, so the competitions will be too." Ryoma responded, though he doubted she would get the concept of somebody having non combat related skills in a school for heroes. Considering how their conversation had gone thus far.
Ryoma placed the bookmark in his book and closed it. It was pretty clear that the girl wasn't going to be leaving him alone yet. "It's my turn to ask a question. Why are you here leaning against a tree rather than training or making friends?" Ryome figured that he had the right to ask the question back at her. But if things went wrong, he was still calculating his escape route. To get off the ground and in the tree would take him about ten seconds from a sitting position, and that wasn't even taking this girl's Quirk into consideration, whatever it may be. A few other plans popped into Ryoma's head as he waited for her response.
Overflowing with curiosity and excitement, most students chose to explore and made their way towards the various facilities within Kosei. Even with the hospitality shown to them, some though, preferred something more relaxing. This was far from surprising. Travel could definitely do that to a person, and being placed in a new environment with a bunch of strangers just made the whole experience a tad bit unnerving.
Ryoma Otonashi, was one of those students. Basking in the cooling shade, he settled himself beneath one of the many trees scattered across campus. With book in hand, the young hero to be was ready and had dove into a world of fiction and fantasy. However, what he wasn't prepared for though was the arrival of Severa Hironaka. A student just like him, but was a little more motivated and she had to qualms in showing this.
Although heated, the conversation between the two was tame, there was no doubt in that, but the words they uttered slowly caused some sort of awkward tension to build up. Their thoughts were different - kind of - so this sort of outcome was expected. When trying to gather around a hundred students, even if all aimed on becoming professional heroes, conflicting beliefs would still eventually arise.
...
From out of no where, Severa suddenly felt a light thud on her shoulder. "Why, hello." Said a rather small and somewhat squeaky voice. "I would like to apologize." Sitting on Severa's shoulder, he said with a smile, obviously embarrassed. "I was in the middle of some morning meditation, but I couldn't help but overhear your conversation." He was around a foot in height, and was extremely light - definitely less than ten pounds.
The little man then turned his face towards Severa's, slightly tilting his head in the process. "Miss, from what I've seen, I can say that your enthusiasm is commendable. There's no denying that." He gave off another smile before continuing. "But I don't think questioning or casting doubt on this young man's actions is something a hero would do."
He jumped off Severa, and proceeded to walk forward. "As Japan's future heroes and heroines, some sort of mutual respect must exist betwe...."
"Oh. Where are my manners?" Suddenly stopping, the small infant-like man was now in between Severa and Ryoma. Although it was hard to read his expression due to the persistent smile on his face, he was apparently feeling embarrassed once again. "I apologize for not introducing myself. My name is Takeshi Lee, and I'm part of the staff here at Kosei."
Although seemingly lengthy, the spar between Dante and Jefferson was over within a few minutes; they didn't even finish an entire round. Everyone watching knew that if it wasn't for the interference from the large wolf, they probably could have. After sending the blue-haired youth out of the ring to deal with his injury, Mako went down on one knee, lowering himself closer to Dante. His voice was far normal and lacked its usual howling quality as he gave the young girl some advice. He certainly acknowledged her strengths, but made it a point to not forget about her mistakes; it would've been a waste if one didn't learn anything from their little fight.
"Anyway. Nice job, Missie!" A puff of smoke was blown towards her face as Mako stood up, heading towards Jefferson.
Suddenly stopping midway, the large wolf had remembered something. "Before I forget! I'm pretty sure yer here!" While talking, Mako proceeded to wrap his arm around Jefferson's waist, before effortlessly lifting him off the ground.
"Midori! Ya can't hide from this!" With student in tow, the wolfman pointed towards his nose before exiting the arena-filled room.
With Jefferson and Mako gone, the students were now left by themselves. At least, that's what they thought. From right beside Iccho, something suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
"Damn it! Brother is suuuch a cheateeeer!" Her cheeks had puffed up in annoyance. She was dressed like what looked to be a ninja. Midori continued her fit as she stared at the fleeting back of the massive wolf, paying little attention to everyone else in the room. However, before anyone else could talk, her left eye pivoted towards Iccho; it was definitely a strange sight.
"Oh! Hi there." She said as the rest of her head turned to the students. Although lively like Mako, she had quite the bubbly personality and was probably closer to their age. "I'm Midori." Her left hand clenched with her thumb sticking out, pointing towards her chest, while her other hand resting by her waist. She tilted her head towards her side, flashing a cheer-filled smile towards the students; well, it was more of a grin. "If you guys have any questions or need help with anything, I'm all ears."
While the rest were left inside, Jefferson found himself dangling from Mako's arm as they left the training facility. Since the moment he was picked up, Mako had not uttered a single word. He had finished almost a dozen sticks, but he still remained silent. After they had reached the outside, it only took a few steps before something else aside from smoke had left his mouth.
"Rushin' in with brute force is sorta my style." He calmly spoke, with his eyes focused straight ahead. "I wouldn't have stopped the fight if ya planned on usin' yer quirk." Whether or not this surprised Jefferson, Mako didn't really care. For all he knew, the American had already figured it out the moment the match had ended.
"So Blue, if ya don't mind me askin', why didn't ya use it?" Seeing a massive wolfman carrying a student around with one arm, so early in the day, would make anyone look twice. Chances of this spreading across the campus was incredibly high.
Before the group had time to go off and explore the rest of the facilities, the fight already started. Jefferson was definitely the more skilled of the two and it showed throughout the beginning of the match. However, the tides turned in Dante's favor once she whipped out her quirk. Iccho thought it was a little unfair for her to use her quirk in what was suppose to be a quirk free fight. It looked like Dante was the kind of person who would do whatever it takes to win. Maybe that kind of attitude was not exactly heroic, but it could be important when it comes to saving ones life. The fight was brought to the end by the Wolf after it seemed like Jefferson injured himself while punching Dante in the jaw. The fight told a lot about both of the fighters, and what kind of people they were. Iccho would take this information in carefully, but before he had time to fully process Mako started shouting about someone being there.
Out of nowhere a girl that seemed closer in age to the students appeared out of nowhere. This startled Iccho since he was not able to sense her presence and she was so close to the group. With that kind of ability it was safe to assume that she was another teacher at the academy. The woman, Midori, seemed to call Mako her brother. Iccho was not sure if they were actually related or if the woman was just being overly affectionate. She did a whole gesture thing when she introduced herself, it was like she was trying to hard to come off as a hero. Iccho felt more relaxed after she did that because it was clear she was nothing like any of the other teachers at this school.
"Nice to meet you Midori. I am Iccho Matsuo. I am assuming you are a teacher her, so what course will you be teaching?" Iccho felt that was a good question to ask since it will give the woman the ability to talk about herself, and also the opportunity to see what they will be learning at this school in a more in depth look. It also might also buy him some brownie points if he shows interest in whatever she says.
Convincing her parents to let her go hadn't been easy. Yet, because Kosei Academy was such a new location its reputation had neither been tarnished nor approved of. The people behind it seemed to have a good reputation, yet eventually, her parents had let her attend to get her to be silent about the matter. Ruby was not allowed to use her family name there unless she came back a smashing success, and her father had warned her that she better come back with good results to not waste time and effort on something pointless, especially not after they had allowed her to attend. However Ruby had gotten the vibe that they were expecting her to come back home crying before the week ended.
Ruby guessed that arriving by chopper weren't the stealthiest way to seem disconnected from a rich family, but at least all routes seemed to eventually lead to a train that everyone would ride no matter where they came from giving her at least a chance to slip into the crowd and not seem that special even with her rather unique appearance.
Ruby felt nervous, her hands felt shaky and she had to occasionally take deep breaths to calm her beating heart. She also felt excited, and could hardly sit still on the train. Soon she would arrive at another new location where she had not been before. And there she was supposed to stay until she came ou a full-fledged hero. It may not be a dream come true, but it was a big step on the way of making a name for herself in the world. Ruby Lake, that was what they would call her, the Dragon girl who saves the world.
The rest of the trip passed almost in a blur, and once the train came to a halt Ruby proceeded to follow the others after her bags was taken care off. Ruby felt quite happy that her bags was handled by someone, she hardly knew what her servants back home had packed for her but it was way more than what Ruby thought she would need. She followed the other students and listened to the speech at the opening ceremony before proceeding inside at her own pace while taking care not to be run down by the hasty ones.
Once past the gates, Ruby found an open area where she could stretch her wings and take flight. She used her flying ability to gain a vantage point and looked around from the top of the training center. The wind up on the roof was calming and fresh, and the breeze much stronger. Tired from even the short flight to the roof, Ruby sat down and looked towards the library. Perhaps she could go for a read, a peaceful place to spend some time. Yet it was in a rested state of mind she suddenly snapped awake from a howl that came from inside the building, it made her jump a bit and wonder what manner of creature could produce such a noise.
Yet fright rather than curiosity took hold of her and she quickly left the roof of the building to glide away from it. She headed further north and towards a large building near the main one. Landing securely, Ruby walked up to the building and looked around before taking a moment to calm herself. When she felt relaxed enough she headed inside, discovering that this building was, in fact, the library. Amazement struck her as Ruby's vision filled with literature from all over the world, rowed up neatly in bookcases taller than the ones she had at home and more of them than what she could count. The scent of a new building, new books, and floor polish filled her every sense. Ruby took a while to just take in her surroundings then once she felt ready she started walking around to explore the deeper parts of the library.
She sank down peacefully in a seat and let a nearby book fill her attention. She examined it closely before flipping through the pages, then she smiled to herself as she guessed that a person could spend all their life here and not manage to read all the books in here. She sighed as she read a few pages and just took it easy while thinking of her next course of action.
“'T-Tempo?' Well that’s quite better than 'Tempura'.” Although Jefferson was speaking English, the boy had enough sense to know what he said. Temperance shoved his hands in his pockets, only to flinch at the sound of another voice, seemingly talking to their ragtag group as a whole. Turning around, the blonde was forced to do a double take, expected to see a stranger taller than or around his height; it made sense since he was always on the smaller side. But instead, there was a much smaller girl, even smaller than Eir, now standing in front of them. He had to resist the urge to put his hands on his knees and ask her if she lost her parents, and instead flipped his hair a little and smiled. “Hello there Miss Tatsuko...the pleasure is mine. If Lady Eir is alright with it, then obviously I’ll be. I go by Temperance Wilk, or Tempest for short.” He answered before cracking a sweet smile. It was interesting to meet another short person at Kosei, it was yet another person to add to the “Shorty Squad”, so Tempest was more than happy to gain another person with a different personality that he could learn more about.
Watching curiously, since he couldn’t keep his eyes off of her, as Eir moved on ahead, quickly finding a map, he made his way over to her, placing his hand on the shorter’s shoulder and leaning in to get a better look at the map. “That seems simple enough. Shall we get going?”
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The group quickly made their way to the boxing ring, or rings, thanks to Eir’s directions, and Temperance could help but let his jaw slacken for a brief moment. The room itself was quite big, even with the amount of boxing rings occupying them. His attention was soon brought to the sound of howling laughter. It was...a wolf man for lack of a better term, introducing himself as Mako Nahino and it was just as Jefferson claimed; a staff member was here waiting for them. Upon asking what they wanted, Temperance took a step back and clasped his hands behind him.
While Jefferson and Dante got their bearings together with Mr. Nahino, Tempestt’s attention was brought to Iccho, who mentioned doing some adventuring while they fought. As the blonde was about to take the other’s question to consideration, their fight had already began. In all honestly, Tempest could only stare with a slightly frightened look on his face. The way they were going on each other made the blonde hope they didn’t have to fight anytime soon. Even with his quirk, Temperance felt as if he was at an extreme disadvantage against those two muscle heads. And the end result was extremely unsettling to him...of course he’s seen videos were people have gotten injured in battle, but seeing it in real life made him uncomfortable to say the least. Temperance watched quietly as Jefferson was taken away to get his injury tended to, only to tilt his head at the sound of a girl. The boy arched his eyebrows as his attention was guided to a new girl suddenly standing next to Iccho. Introducing herself as Midori, Tempest game an uneasy smile before waving. “Hi there, little lass. I go by Tempest.” He introduced himself before Iccho questioned what subject she would be teaching. Although he didn’t think of the question, it was definitely something he would like to know. “And might I ask, how old are you?” He added on, tilting his head curiously.
Location: Campus, wandering (Probably to the medical offices of some kind) Interacting with: MC Smokesalot@Rob, Potentially: Severa@Pirouette, Ryoma@NobodiesHero
Jefferson stared blankly at his hand, knuckles leaking blood onto the stone floor. Something was being said, but he wasn’t paying attention. Standing to the side, he undid the handwraps on his right fist, gritting his teeth against the pain. He finished, greeted by the sight of two busted knuckles already swelling. As he turned his hand over a few times, the borders of his vision went gray, the world flipping end over end. After a time, he realized he was being carried, and that he was outside. Part of him wondered if he had blacked out before his reverie was interrupted by Mako’s gruff voice.
"Rushin' in with brute force is sorta my style." He calmly spoke, with his eyes focused straight ahead. "I wouldn't have stopped the fight if ya planned on usin' yer quirk." Whether or not this surprised Jefferson, Mako didn't really care. For all he knew, the American had already figured it out the moment the match had ended.
"So Blue, if ya don't mind me askin', why didn't ya use it?" Seeing a massive wolfman carrying a student around with one arm, so early in the day, would make anyone look twice. Chances of this spreading across the campus was incredibly high.
Jefferson was being carried, and as he looked up he realized people were watching. Color rising to his cheeks, he wriggled out of the wolf’s grasp. “With all due respect, my fist is broken, not my legs.” He straightened up as he landed, pulling the rest of the wraps off of his bad hand. He was normally more polite, but with his reputation on the line, it was a matter of urgency. “...Sorry. I shouldn’t have been so rude. I… Yeah.” He finished lamely, unwrapping his uninjured hand. He was obviously frustrated, but he couldn’t take that out on someone else. He was raised better than that.
Dante had done a number on him at the end of that fight. His arms were scratched to hell and back, he was already bruised from her steel fists, and his hand was steadily dripping as they walked. All told, he looked like he had been hit by a truck more than a person. Absentmindedly, the student cradled his bleeding arm as he answered the wolfman’s questions, laughing softly. “I couldn’t use my Quirk. Handwraps cover my palms and shoes cover my feet. You can't slap in boxing, anyway.” He flashed the wolfman a glimpse of the inside of his hands, a pitch black contrast against his otherwise pale complexion. “Besides, it wouldn’t make a difference. My Quirk is a little useless. Won’t clear rubble, can’t move me, and sure as hell doesn’t help in a fight. Not a fair one, anyway.”
He smiled at the stovepipe of a teacher as he said it, though the look didn’t extend to his eyes. “Besides,” he said, frowning as his gaze wandered, settling on a pair of bickering students in the direction they were wandering, sitting beneath a few of the smaller trees. “People rely on Quirks too much. The best fighter I ever knew never used hers.”
Tatsu was rather pleased to find that the group of students she had been following was willing to let her tag along with them as they searched for a boxing ring to spar in. Getting to know them and befriending them seemed like it would be a lot more fun than spending the day alone. After a few moments of introductions, the pink-haired girl who had introduced herself as Eir, exclaimed that she had found the location of the boxing ring on the map, pointing out the direction that they should start walking.
The walk to the room with the boxing rings was pretty uneventful, though Tatsu was able to catch glimpses into other rooms with a variety of training equipment as the group walked passed. Her guess that the rest of the school’s facilities would be as impressive as the outdoor training area seemed like it had been a good one so far. At the very least, it certainly seemed that they had gone all out with the training facilities, a perception that was only cemented in Tatsu’s mind as the group entered the boxing room and saw the arrangement of rings.
As Tatsu approached the main ring with her new acquaintances, the relative quiet was shattered by a loud howling. Jumping at the sound, Tatsu turned to see a massive wolfman laughing and puffing on a cigarette as he walked over to their group. Shortly after he introduced himself as Mako Nahino and asked if anyone wanted to fight, the two taller individuals in their group stepped forward to ask him questions and indicate that they wanted to spar with one another.
While the others waited for the match to begin in earnest, another boy with roughly the same hair color as Tempest stepped over to her and introduced himself as Iccho Matsuo before explaining that he missed her name. ”Oh, I’m Tatsuko Kanashiro,” Tatsu replied with a grin. ”It’s a pleasure to meet you!” She was about to agree with his suggestion that they look around for a bit before the fight began, but the fight began before she could, with the two taller members of their group stepping into the huge ring.
Though Tatsu had no experience with fighting, or any other sport really, it seemed to her that the boy with hair that her eyes saw as bluish-green was definitely going to win. No matter what the tall, dark-haired girl did, she couldn’t seem to avoid his attacks. At least, that seemed to be the case until she grabbed the ring in the corner she was backed into, her whole body becoming wrapped in metal as she clearly used her quirk. Covered in what amounted to a suit of armor, she was able to go on the offensive without worrying about any counterattacks while using her now-greater weight to deliver some devastating blows on the other fighter.
This discrepancy seemed a little unfair to Tatsu, but she felt that it was between the two fighters. If they had agreed that quirks were allowed, then she couldn’t really judge the girl for using hers, even if it did make the fight incredibly one-sided. Despite the fight being essentially over, however, the boy opted for one last punch to the girl of steel’s jaw, which of course ended with him hurting his hand and prompting Mr. Nahino to declare the match over before more injuries were inflicted.
After telling the boy to leave the ring, he spoke softly with the dark-haired girl for a few moments before hopped out of the ring himself. Shortly after he got out of the ring, he grabbed the boy and lifted him into the air like he weighed nothing, a feat that didn’t really surprise Tatsu given his massive size, before yelling at someone that they couldn’t hide from his nose and leaving. Tatsu didn’t have to question who he had been talking to for very long, as a girl dressed like a ninja appeared next to Iccho almost immediately after Mr. Nahino left the room.
A moment or two later, the girl seemed to realize that there were other people around, turning to the group and introducing herself as Midori before cheerily offering to answer any of their questions. Iccho was the first to take her up on the offer, asking her what subject she taught here at the academy, which Tatsu felt was a fairly standard question to ask. Immediately after Iccho asked his question, Tempest asked Midori how old she was, causing Tatsu to giggle slightly at the oddity of the question.
Not wanting to overwhelm Midori with questions, Tatsu waited until she had answered to two boys’ questions before speaking up. ”I’m Tatsuko Kanashiro,” she said, smiling as usual. ”I was just wondering, what all does this building offer? I imagine that there’s a lot, but could you give us a quick run-down?” @Tenma Tendo@yahoo3422@Araby264@Rob
@Rob@yahoo3422@Tominas@TaliPaendrag@Tenma Tendo Dante was more than a little surprised that Jefferson chose to break his own hand thank use his quirk. There was no way he had not broken it, she felt the crack in his hand when he hit her chin. She reached up and touched her face, and it came away a little bloody. Man, he really hit me hard. After the large Wolfman ended the match Dante wiped the little bit of blood on her sleeve. She wanted to tell Jefferson he did an awesome job, but he was gone before she could say anything. Mr.Nahino approached her and bent down so that she could look him in the eye. He explained that she had done well, but not to forget what she had done wrong. Dante nodded at this, she understood all to well. She had thought that she was a good fighter, but she had been totally dominated before she could use her quirk. Dante grit her teeth a bit. She had won, but it didn't feel much like a victory. The win felt almost hollow because she had been so clearly outclassed. When Mr.Nahino left she walked out of the ring, but as she did it let out a loud groan of relief due to the fact that it was now over two thousand pounds lighter. Dante considered whether or not to change back, but she decided not to. It felt so... weird when she forced herself to go back. Almost like she was itchy all over. Dante approached the group and popped her knuckles. Instead of the organic cracking and popping of bone, there was instead a loud metallic "PING" for every popped knuckle. "Well, that was fun! It kinda sucks that he didn't use his quirk, but whatever. Hehe, he shure did best the crapbout of me before I changed though." When she spoke her voice sounded more metallic and raspy, as her vocal chords and throat were now made of metal. She gave a slight grin when she spoke as well. Then she noticed the small chameleon looking girl on the floor and she couldn't help but mutter to herself. "man, you guys just keep getting smaller and smaller."
While the library proved to have more than a sufficient amount of literature, it was sorely lacking the ability to socialize. Students that came there was either bookworms or seemed to seek out peace and quiet. Ruby didn't want to disturb them and eventually chose to leave the building again after flipping through a few more pages of the book she had picked. She wandered the campus for a moment while pondering over what to do. After the moment was up she headed over to the Training Hall again, it was the only building that had sparked her interest even if the howl from earlier had scared her.
Heading inside the building Ruby could see a group of students that had gathered around or inside the various sparring rings. The Dragon girl looked around at them all as she decided to watch for a bit before approaching anyone. There were matches going on around her and Ruby felt the excitement build as she watched the other students compete. It was the first time she had seen quirks being used for battle this close and Ruby could hardly choose who she would look at next or who she should silently cheer for. She found this place much more enjoyable than the quiet library even if this place was almost the complete opposite.
As she stood there and watched the other students she almost felt a bit shy, she wanted to talk to someone but at the same time, she was uncertain about how to start a conversation. Coming from a sheltered life didn't help make her more social, and with servants that she had known all her life, it was far from the same experience. She had met other people before, usually at large social meetings or parties for rich people like herself, and she had also danced with people in the past. However, that was also different, she was used to being spoken to rather than speaking with others, and getting asked to dance was not much of conversation either. The most she had spoken with others was during pauses or when she had gone outside for fresh air on a balcony somewhere, and even at that time, someone else had approached her.
