Shortly after Mamoru arrived more students started filing in, some just as out of breath as she was, others who seemed to have managed to get through easily. Dismissing her shield the young heroine found an empty seat and got all of her things out. A fresh notebook, a mechanical pencil, eraser, and even a ruler. You can never be sure when you need to sketch a straight line.

As the pink-haired hero-in-training waited she casually observed the others. Most had pretty obvious quirks, but just as many had quirks she could really tell from looking alone. Already in her mind she was wondering how well she'd do in a fight against them; while they were all here to be heroes, competition would be inevitable, as would fighting each other. It gave Mamoru goosebumps; she knew that her quirk didn't exactly give her a lot of offensive abilities, and she wasn't nearly cunning enough to try to out maneuver others in a battle of wits. She knew theses were things she needed to improve upon if she was serious about being a hero. Hopefully this would be a very good learning experience!

As she waited and wondered who to talk to first, a blond or came crashing into the room. She seemed bubbly and friendly. She called herself a star, and while a little arrogant, Mamoru liked her energy. So she waved at the girl as she came in and called out to her. ”Hiya! How you doing?”

@McFazzer

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Donny was just about finished with his chips when he heard someone talk to him. He looked around lazily at first, not actually thinking someone was talking to him until he saw someone with wins looking right at him. As it was not polite to speak with one's mouth full, Donny quickly munched up the last of his bag and looked at the fellow.

”Uuuh, y-yeah. I was just nervous I guess. Eating makes me comfortable…. Oh. I'm sorry. Did you want some?”

Reaching into his bag Donny got another bag of chips, this time a different flavor. He was alright for now and didn't feel the need to eat another bag, but if this guy wanted any then Donny wouldn't mind sharing. ”It’s spicy nacho cheese. Except it's not really that spicy. I-I got a Twinkie if you don't like crisps.” As Donny offered the bag a bunch more students came in. A few of them were very loud. One kid sneezed very loudly that it made Donny's whole body jiggle. "... Pretty lively right now."

@Conscripts

Jin stood outside the gates with the rest of the crowd, impatiently tapping his foot. His expression betrayed nothing, but inside he was getting close to panicking. The anticipation of getting to attend Komei academy can turned nearly all of his excitement into stress, and this was just exacerbating it. However, the gates finally opened, and Jin was able to slip through the crowd by virtue of his small stature. It seemed that being short was good for something, sometimes.

Reading toward the Right Wing, he was confronted by the threatening nurse. Jin cocked his head to a side, thinking this over. Obviously a test, but this early? Maybe this was to compensate for the relatively easy entrance exam. Even so, a single opponent was hardly a threat for such a crowd. Maybe there were more tests, later in the day.

A flash of light further up in the crowd got his attention. The students in front of him seemed dazed, but Jin was fairly used to bright lights already, and wasn't terribly bothered. He continued to weave though the crowd, finding his way to the front. The nurse seemed dazed as well, but was generally alert to sounds, as she jabbed at students that passed by. The first flashbang was effective, judging by the students that got past her, but it seemed to be wearing off.

Advancing on the nurse, Jin manifested his quirk subtly, so that prying eyes could not quite see what he was doing. When finished, he clapped his hands, resulting a burst of heat and noise that resembled a lightning strike and resulting thunder. The windows in the hall shattered, the building shook, and even more students were debilitated by having their eardrums burst. An aura of blue light surrounded Jin in a haze that was at least as far around as the hallway was wide, disguising his movements as he ducked between the staggered Nurse's legs to avoid her.

Rounding the corner to where his class was supposed to be, Jin staggered in with barely a minute to spare. He panted heavily and dripped with sweat. His already icy expression made haggard with exertion gave him a look like he was barely inches from killing someone. He sat down at his assigned desk heavily, chest still heaving. Damn stubby legs, making running so needlessly difficult.

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Acion was not expecting to be offered a bag of chip.

"Uhh, you have my gratitude, but my stomach does not feel the need for it right now."

Acion politely dismissed the offer, promptly forgetting about asking why he was eating the bag. But since he stopped, that's all fine

"...Pretty lively right now."

The guy said. Acion looked to the back at the words. Indeed it was lively. It appeared to Acion that his classmates were able to pass this 'test' quite a lot. The room looked pretty packed right now. There were still some out there who had yet to arrive, as the number he counted had not match the number that was given on the enrollment paper. Still, it was impressive.

He turned to see the same blue haired guy screaming something and sneezing. He did seem to be a strong one, but he looked like a lousy one as well.

He glanced around the classroom again. It appeared that everybody was engulfed in their own interaction with their classmates. It would be rude of him to interrupt them now. Then he would have to make do with this huge guy next to him. There were a lot of questions to be asked.

"Allow me to inquire." Acion was frank. "What is your quirk? With that body of yours, I believe it must have been capable."

"My name is Acion Nakamiji, the heir to the gods. You are?"

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@Lucius Cypher

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Donny nodded his head as he put his snacks away. It was fine with him, more snacks for him later. The guy looked around after Donny's comment about all the commotion as if to research the facts himself. Admittedly Donny was rather surprised at how boisterous everyone was. Then again, it's been a long time since Donny has actually been in a school. He still wasn't used to real interaction with people, and wasn't really sure how highschoolers acted these days. As far as Donny knew this was totally normal, and maybe it was. That just meant he was the weird one. "Maybe I shouldn't worry about that." Donny thought to himself. True, memories of those bullies from so long ago still haunted him. But he was here at Komei to start fresh, not dwell on the past. Fortunately the winged student turned back to Donny and continued the conversation, allowing Donny to forget about his doubts.

The fellow student, Acion Nakamiji, wanted to know what Donny's quirk was. He rubbed his face shyly, not certain if he should be honest, lie, or just tell a half-truth. In his panic to try to say something Donny fibbed. "Oh. I uh... I make golems." Briefly an image of Donny's "Golems" flashed in his mind, making him realize how totally badass it would be if his Quirk actually allowed him to do that. He was a big fan of robots and stuff, and he actually hoped that one day he could check out the support classes and learn how they make their gadgets. He really wanted his own giant robot. "Eh heh heh... I'm sorry. That was a lie."

Laughing off his fib Donny took a moment to try to analyze Acion. Obviously everyone wanted to size each other up and figure out what everyone could do, what their weaknesses are. Figure out who would be the strongest among them. It made Donny rather nervous knowing the plethora of weaknesses he had, but he was also aware of his strengths too. While he was nervous and scared, he was determined to become a hero. And he wasn't going to let his own fears hold him back. Acion seemed like a nice guy, but that "Heir to the Gods" things did make Donny give him a strange look. He didn't care for religion, and he sincerely hoped that Acion wasn't some sort of zealot. More importantly, how would this angelic looking fellow think of someone who's actually a slime monster in human skin?

Donny didn't want to know.

Clearing his throat Donny figured he'd be honest, but not tell the whole truth. Let Acion judge him so Donny could see his reaction. "Truth is, m-my quirk allows me to eat anything. Robots, rocks, plastic, poison, even stuff that's on fire or rotten. As long as I can eat it I'll be o-okay." This was true, and combined with Acion's implied observation that Donny was fat, it was logical to think that's all there was to Donny. After all a big guy like him has to have an appetite. Donny wished he could make himself look more muscular and fit, but trying to maintain a cut figure while inside his Meat Bag was more strenuous than hiding inside a water bottle. As if he didn't have enough problems simply looking like a blob monster now he has to look like a fatty. But it was the only option Donny had at the time so he couldn't make any complaints. At least he looks "normal" like this.

"So uh, yeah. Oh. And my name is Donny Yang. W-what's your quirk?"

@Conscripts

Toni's grin caused her eyes to squint as the room simply seemed to fill with chaos. It would be a challenge for a star to shine bright in this eclectic room of noise and presence. Especially the guy who proudly and loudly claimed the "Main Character Seat" as his, he had stage presence. Eyes rolling in her head as this classroom was certainly going to be amusing and it admittedly did cause an idea to spring to mind. Fingers trailing over wood grain of the desks, she reached the center of the front row.

"Front and center. Any other place would simply not befit a star~" looking up a shock of pink hair filled her vision and replied to the wave with one of her own. Spinning the chair around to face the girl, Toni fell into the seat and leaned back.

"Hiya to you as well, love the hair. I'm doing well, thanks. I kinda hope that we get to do an 'obstacle' course like that often, it's a fun warm up, you know?" drumming her hands on the desk she slowly looked around the room and took everyone in. Making a few assumptions about the mutant quirks about the room, the tree person for example. Emitters were always different, it was always smarter to wait and see what they can do. Assuming someone's power in any circumstance is already a risky business, even mutant ones. Shaking her head and throwing her assumptions to the side, Toni arrived back at Mamoru.

"I'm Toni by the way. Terribly rude to not introduce my self, just awful manners on my part. What's you're name?"

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“Shit.” Jefferson swore to himself as he looked around. The first day of class and they already had a second entrance exam… he thought. To be entirely honest, his Japanese still wasn’t incredible, but he knew most of what was going on. Probably. All he truly knew was that the gates hadn't opened until 8:15 and those around him were panicking about being on time, so he probably should too.

Regardless, it was fifteen minutes from the beginning of his first class, and he knew all too well what the penalty for absence was. He had to keep his rank up to keep his scholarship, but if he never got the chance to prove himself, no one at home would ever let it go.

These thoughts and others accompanied the foreigner as he sprinted across campus, ducking through the crowd with the agility of a smaller man. Jefferson St. John was many things, but he sure as hell wasn’t slow. Screaming across the grounds, he managed to get ahead of the pack only to find three very large guards standing in front of the main entrance. One shoved a student, and language barrier aside, Jeff got the memo. He took another look at his watch…

8:19.

Fuck.

Following the contours of the building, the American managed to peel off and get through the Left Wing, scrambling up the stairs and slamming the door open. Peering behind him, he saw the horde of students making their way… not too far off. He was going to get jammed in the traffic if he took a breather.

Shaking his head and swearing to himself, he launched into the Left Wing… to find a teacher sitting there, smiling to himself like the cat who got the canary as he gave a friendly reminder that they would be expelled if they were absent. It was a little unnerving, but he was still a far shot from Jeff’s sisters. The student could deal with this.

Taking another look behind him, he saw the horde had made it, and realized that the true challenge here wasn’t getting around the clones, it was getting around everyone else. Thinking fast, Jeff tensed his hand and began to hope for the best, when he heard a voice come from beside him, followed by a booming thunder.

"JET...HUNTING!"

The figure before him launched through the passage, screaming past the duplicates and distracting what equated to the entirety of the hall. It was flashy, effective, and more than likely to catch some attention from the students and faculty involved. In his heart of hearts, Jeff felt a pang of jealousy, but quickly shoved it aside for the fact that the jet boy opened up a brief pause in the crowd. Jeff barreled through, lowering his center of gravity and guarding his face as he made a mad dash through the hall. He had ran fast enough that he had time, he could get to his class. He wasn’t the fastest, he wasn’t the strongest, but by God he was stubborn enough to make the opening count. As long as he could beat the majority of the crowd, he could make it past the duplicates.

It wasn’t glorious, and he was sweating and panting by the time he made it to the classroom, but he arrived. Slamming the door open, covered in paint, minor electrical burns, a few cuts, panting and sweating and glancing at his watch, Jefferson St. John appeared in Class 1-A at 8:28 A.M. exactly. Ever so carefully, he shut the door behind him. Limping slightly, with an animal snarl etched across his face, he took a seat at the front of the classroom. He would have a good view. From his backpack he pulled a No.2 pencil, a sharp pen, and a green-faced notebook.

Flipping it open, careful to avoid getting paint on any of the pages, he drug his pencil across the paper, handwriting neat in the sunlight streaming through the windows. Homeroom, Day 1.

It was time to study.

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Acion nodded his head awkwardly as his eyebrows furrowed slightly at the first answer. Golems? Maybe so, but that did not explain why he eats a bag 'alive'. There might be a lot of weird quirks that manifested from the strange genetic defining mechanic. The living proof of that was right here: this guy with six wings on his back. A son of a super tough man and an angelic woman, two very normal heroes, manifested into a bizarre six tough wings. It could have been very normal, but for some reasons from the Gods, it didn't. Acion did not know, as he was not associated with divine affairs. He was only a carrier of their powers. So perhaps his ability might be powered by...garbage? Nevertheless, no matter how he put it, things did not really add up to his logics.

Turns out, it was a joke. And apparently he found that funny.

In contrast, Acion found that sense of humor dry. But Acion hid that behind his usual stoic face, preferring to appear humorless than rude. His real power, or Acion thought so, was the ability to devour...pretty much everything? Theoretically speaking, yes, but he could not say for sure since he had yet to see its true power. But at least it, in some ways matched with his own body conditions and actions. It was a handy power, but, at first glance, might be a little bit more of a second-line ability than a direct combat one. But still, a supporter could still become the MVP of the day if you utilize your ability gracefully

"A worthy comrade, no doubt. I hope fortune will bring me more about you and that ability of yours...Yang. And my quirk you ask?"

Acion's six wings, wrapped neatly around his two arms and swept behind his back, suddenly extended upwards, to avoid colliding with the wall or any other students, the tip of the wing nearly touched the ceiling.

"That is my quirk. Six wings made of pure Aegis...Well, not really, but it's a lot tougher than normal wings you see on animals."

As the demonstration ended, his wings gradually retracted to its normal position, the middle and bottom wings placed along his back, while the upper one wrapped around his two sides and arms, leaving his torso covered by his uniform shown to everybody. It was the first time that he could speak about his quirk with some confidence, since he was rarely asked that question. The quirk was pretty obvious at first sight. Almost obvious.

"I can spend a minute telling you what it can do, or we leave that until the hero training session. Your choice."

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@Lucius Cypher

”Toni huh? I'm Mamoru! I like your hair too, it's cute. Are you from abroad?” Mamoru had never met a foreigner before, though plenty of girls who pretend to be. This girl seemed flashy, so no doubt her quirk was equally flashy. For a moment it made Mamoru a bit depressed knowing that her quirk is rather boring, but she quickly forgot about that to keep chatting with Tori.

”I know right? I mean I won't mind if they take it easy once in awhile, but making just coming to school a bit interesting can be fun too. So hey, how did you get pass the security?” As one of the first students to have arrived Mamoru didn't know about the other obstacles that were in the left and right wing. Her muscle-headed determination allowed her to just break through the center with only a minimal amount of trouble. ”Sarge was the only one who stood a chance against me, the other two were awestruck when they saw me blitz past him. Btoom! Right underneath his nose.” Mamoru made a noise and shot her hand out to emphasize her speed.

@McFazzer

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Donny seemed quite interested seeing Acion let his wings out. Not just one pair, but six individual wings. The seraphim allusion was apparent. Donny actually remembered reading about another hero who’s quirk gave him wings, but very little else. A lot of people mistook him for an angel and expected him to preform miracles for them when all he could really do was fly. It made Donny ponder if Acion ever ran into moments like that, and what with his religious zeal, if Acion would live up to other people’s expectations about who he is based on what he looked like.

”Now now Donny boy, not everything has to do with you. You need to stop comparing yourselves with others if you want to be able to stand for yourself.”

After showing off his wings Acion offered to explain his quirk. Nodding his head Donny considered the full description, but not only was it nearly time for class to begin but he didn't feel it was far for Acion to tell Donny all his powers when Donny isn't going to tell Acion all of his. So he just smiled at the winged hero. ”Class is about to begin. So how about a summary?”

@Conscripts

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Komei Academy was alive with activity and Class 1-A was no exception. Frantic students pounded through the hallways, as the time clicked down towards their failure. Sen was glad he had made it with time to spare, though if they were going to be continually tested today, he hoped he would at least get his superhero suit. As much as he hated to admit it, there were a limited amount of uses for his quirk without the aid of his suit or his own intelligence. He needed to keep his wits about him if he was to make it through his first day. Sen shifted his backpack from his back to rest on the leg of his desk, until a rather eccentric boy caught his attention.

It the was boy from earlier in the left wing, the one who had the flashy quirk. Sen's eyebrow raised in question as the blue-haired firecracker shot through the room, muttering to himself until he practically plowed over the seat in front of where Sen was sitting.

"THE MAIN CHARACTER SEAT IS MINE!"

The boy exclaimed with so much energy that a burst of laughter bubbled out of Sen's throat. The boy turned around so that he was facing Sen, who was surprised by the attention. The boy introduced himself as Kenichi Yoshida and then proceeded to ask about the details surrounding Sen's quirk. Midway through his barrage of questions he paused and let a massive sneeze out through the window closest to him and rubbed his nose while apologizing.

"Aha, don't worry about it. I'm Kimoto Sen by the way, it's nice to meet you. And yeah sorry about my quirk, it's mutant class so I can't turn it off, hence the mask." He said with a gesture to his face.

Sen shifted closer to Kenichi and lowered his voice, not keen on letting everyone know what his quirk did quite yet. Lowering his voice a few decibels, he continued.

"But yeah, the stuff you inhaled won't kill you. If you have taken in enough of it you would have become paralyzed for a couple of minutes, but that's about it."

Sen shrugged, he wished he had a cooler or flashier quirk, his was more of a nuisance most of the time.

"It's not flashy or cool but it gets the job done, ya know? What about you're quirk?"

Sen asked this with curiosity in his voice, eager to learn about everyone's quirk, Kenichi's quirk seemed dangerous too, definitely one to take note of.

"I saw you take off in the hallways and you were fast as fuck so I couldn't really keep up." He admitted somewhat reluctantly. Sen realized that if he couldn't even keep track of a person with that kind of speed how would he ever be able to defeat one? It's not like Kenichi was the only one out there with a quirk that made him fast. If Kenichi wasn't a complete idiot he could probably be a formidable hero one day. Sen on the other hand would have to work his ass off, and even then, it wasn't guaranteed.

"Paralysis, that was what I thought." Kenichi nodded. The guy dismissed his own Quirk but asked about Kenichi's, and the bluenette looked off slightly to the side with a smirk as he thumbed his own nose--sort of like a certain game company's hedgehog mascot. "Being flashy and cool is my style, sure, but don't worry about it, man. With a Quirk like yours, the bad guy can't even fight. Might take some doin' to get 'em in range, or in an enclosed space, but once that gas takes effect it's over." When he got over himself a little, he turned back to Kimoto and started to explain his own Quirk.

"You know Monkey D. Luffy, from One Piece? And he has this move called Gear Second?" Kenichi held out one of his arms and rolled the sleeve up, revealing a normal, if well-toned and muscled limb. He turned his head slightly, so as to avoid a repeat with any leftovers of Kimoto's gas, and breathed in deep through his nose. The noise was lesser than it had been in the hallway, but it still sounded like...well, like a lot of air being sucked into something under high pressure. The desks nearest to them started to rattle a bit as the vacuum pulled at them. Kenichi stopped and held his breath, and a noticeable flush began to creep over his cheeks--not like an embarrassed blush, but like his whole body had changed complexion. The veins running down his arm had also gotten much more noticeable, almost like pink lightning bolts streaking through his skin.

"My Quirk is kinda like that, except instead of pumping blood super fast, I'm just breathing super hard. It's like what they call blood-doping, only multiplied." He breathed out, in a carefully controlled manner, but it still felt like someone had pushed the AC fan up a setting or two. The coloration over his body disappeared and he rolled his sleeve back down. "My lungs take in way more air and store it under pressure, and as I grew up my body got better at using it." He clenched a fist with a wild grin. "I could just blow villains away, literally, but I like punchin' 'em better."

More people were arriving, each just as interesting as the next--the world was a lot different than how it used to be, according to his parents, but especially here in a place made especially for them, there were so many Quirks that changed people in so many ways. From simple things like hair color to wings, metal armor, plants, even people who didn't seem entirely physical in their being.

"Whaddya think so far, Kimoto-kun? See anybody else besides me who seems like a real badass?" Kenichi grinned wolfishly again and leaned closer with a lowered voice. "Or any of these girls ya like? Blondes seem to be real trendy right now, yeah?" He waggled his eyebrows, then chuckled.

Lysander was still waiting for the nurse to do something. He only had three minutes to get to a class he had no idea where it was, just that it was on the third floor and he knew it was time to start running but he could feel the need to show off burning in his soul. The spikes on his arm started to move slightly, but he was interrupted. He found himself sprinting up the stairs, the man from before was pulling him up, floor after floor like, struggling a bit with the weight of Lysander. He could tell neither of them was the fastest given his quirk slowing the both of them down, but the guy was too big to sprint. There was a way to speed things up but he knew that using his could scratch something and get him fined for vandalism, or worse he would be expelled.

Two flights of stairs seemed to be quite easy for his captor, but terrible for Lysander's pants. The school’s uniform required him to wear long pants and by the time he was done sprinting up the stairs they were torn to shreds, but luckily enough he got to wear short sleeves that were still pristine. He ran into the doorway and saw the scene in front of him. His eyes shot to a specific seat, front and center and saw it was occupied already. His whole class seemed to be interacting and none of them with him and he just couldn’t allow that. He stepped out, cleared his throat and straightened his collar.

Taking a dignified step into the room, he raised a hand into the air. 8:29 AM. One minute to spare, he wanted to make a big entrance but watched as the hands on the clock ticked and before he could make a monologue he realized he only had a few seconds to get to a seat and he chose to sit directly next to Toni, leaning in and seeing her style and the way she carried herself, already knew they would be friends. He leaned his chair back to relax. ”So, if you ever want to switch seats, let me know. Spotlights and me get along real well.”

@McFazzer

After not hearing anything in response to her ill-thought-out question, Reina glanced up towards the girl curiously, to find her absentmindedly staring at her. Reina instinctively tensed up immediately under the sudden scrutiny, mind running through all the things that she was likely being judged on at the moment. Before she could get too far ahead of herself though, she noticed the blonde-haired girl's eyes changing color, along with a spot of her hair--Reina, remembering how she had gotten through the second floor window, realized it was an indication that the girl was using her quirk, her focus on one of the orbs around Reina.

The black-haired teen looked away awkwardly again, shrinking back slightly, completely unsure how to react to the attention.

"Mhm."

Reina perked up at the noise, the first response she had been given, even if no words were actually said. She glanced at the other girl as she finally stepped through the doorway and began to climb the stairs, only to turn around a moment later.

"Thank you for the stairs."

The words gave Reina pause, both because she hadn't had any expectations of the blonde girl even saying a word after the long, silent thirty seconds, and because of the slightly awkward way she had phrased the sentence.

"No... problem?" she said as the girl, wearing the same expression she had had the entire time, turned to continue her way up the stairs.

Though Reina was left a little dumbfounded by the interaction, she found herself with the smallest smile on her lips. Before she could think too much, a male voice called out.

"HEY! Hold the door for a moment please!"

The girl turned her head quickly, realizing it was addressing her. She spotted the blonde boy immediately, of course, as he was the only other person in the hall, evidently having just come through the unlocked window. She nodded at him as he jogged towards her, before looking away.

As he got closer, she made sure to focus on her quirk, killing the pull so it wouldn't affect him. When he passed her, she motioned towards the stairs again for his benefit, finally letting the door close behind her.

Sticking balled up hands in her pockets, she followed after the blonde girl along with the boy. Though she didn't really mind walking in silence, she decided it wouldn't be a great first impression--though there was no doubt both of these peers of hers would eventually find out how asocial she was regardless. To at least maybe delay that discovery, she steeled her nerves and opened her mouth.

"Which classes are you guys in?..." she asked, looking both at the floor and away from them, even as she realized that doing so was a clear sign of how uncomfortable she was. Even something as simple as addressing other students she couldn't do properly. Biting her lip as she walked, Reina waited for any kind of response, or lack there of. She didn't hold any expectations.

_{@Feyblue @Aerandir}

Fumika smiled faintly to herself as she finished ascending the stairs. "You're welcome," the girl had said. She hadn't been upset, or angry, so Fumika had definitely managed to interact properly with her. She'd actually spoken to another person on her first day of class, and they'd been nice to her! The blonde would-be heroine made a mental note of everything that had been said, reminding herself to tell Haruka after she got back to the dorm. This way, Haruka wouldn't have to worry about her so much. Even if she didn't have any friends yet, she had at least proven that she could talk to people here... right?

She opened the door into the third floor corridor, and then stopped, and thought occurring to her. The girl from downstairs had held the door for her, and she'd seemed to be going up as well... Haruka had always told her that a real hero would never rely on favors from others, but rather, would repay them to the best of her ability. In that case, she knew exactly what she had to do! She stopped at the top of the stairs, held the door open, and waited.

...Everything was utterly still for several seconds, and Fumika was a bit worried that the other girl wasn't coming. But, just as she was about to give up and head onward to class, she saw a dark-haired head cresting the top of the stairs... accompanied by someone she'd never seen before? Well, it wasn't really unusual, she supposed. There must have been plenty of people trying to get to class still, right? She pulled back the door a little wider, taking great care to give the two of them plenty of clearance so she wouldn't bump into either of them. She didn't want to leave any lingering imprints on her particle shell, after all, or else she'd feel like she was being poked and prodded for the next several minutes.

They all seemed to be headed in the same direction, so as the two of them passed her by, she fell in step beside them, keeping a close eye out for the sign that would denote class 1-A. As they walked, though, the dark-haired girl spoke up again.

"Which classes are you guys in?" She asked suddenly. But, strangely enough, she wasn't looking at Fumika when she spoke, but rather the floor... And Fumika wasn't a "guy," so did that mean that she wasn't included? But there was only one male student in the corridor, and she'd used the plural... But she wasn't looking at him, either? Then, were there tiny people on the floor that she was talking to? Fumika strained her eyes, but couldn't see anything down there...

She wasn't sure if she was being addressed, but Haruka had always told her she needed to act more confidently. Answering a question regardless of whether or not one was the intended recipient was something that a confident person would do, right? Then in that case, Haruka definitely would have answered if it had been her, which meant...

Oh. That's the classroom. We're going to walk past it.

Fumika abruptly stopped in her tracks, reached out a hand gingerly, and caught hold of the dark-haired girl's sleeve - being careful not to touch her skin in the process. Or at least, she thought she had been, but the moment her hand got close to her, it suddenly got really hard to pull it away, like her body was a magnet and Fumika was a nail, or something. She managed to avoid direct contact, but ended up reflexively tugging on her sleeve a little harder than she intended. She gulped. That was probably rude, right? She let go and pulled back her hand as quickly as she could, drawing back a step and taking a moment to re-compose herself.

"Umm... My class is here - class 1-A," She answered quietly, before mentally slapping herself. In her momentary surprise, she'd completely forgotten how she should have been behaving. She didn't sound like a confident person should have at all. The other girl would probably be upset with her for sure...

@Riegal @Aerandir

Jett Haven

He smiled when the girl holding the door looked back to him he felt an odd pull towards her for just a moment before it going away completely. Strange... but he quickly forgot about it as he slowed to a stop pass the door as she motioned up the stairs. With a large grin he let out a sigh, catching his breath slightly. "Thanks for that." He said looking right at her, though she missed it as she was looking away from him. He walked up the stairs beside the girl with the seven orbs floating above her. He glanced at his watch to make sure they had time. Surprisingly it was drawing close. But a few minutes to spare.

He glanced up to see the blonde girl who had opened the window from before. She was holding the door open for them as well. He still had his big grin as he nodded to her in thanks. She also fell in step with them as they continued to look for their class room. He was wondering what he should say, but now stuck between two cute girls... his voice seemed to get stuck in his throat.

'come on really Jett?' he thought to himself. He usually was the talkative one, but here he was walking silently... and before he could manage to break through his own barrier, the dark haired girl spoke up and asked what class were they in.

"Which classes are you guys in?..."

Jett noticed that she was looking away from them as she spoke. He, already smiling, smiled even more to try and make her more comfortable, but before he could answer the blonde reached out and grabbed the dark haired girls sleeve. He glanced at her and up at the sign which indicated A-1.

"Umm... My class is here - class A-1,"

He stopped as the sudden realization that this was his stop as well. He made his way over to the door and heard the commotion inside, obviously most of the students were in there now. He looked back at the two girls while opening the door them with a big smile. "It appears that we are classmates then..." Which was really just focused to the blonde girl, as the dark haired one didn't even say, but he hoped she was. "I am in A-1 as well. It's a pleasure to meet the both of you." With his charming smile he gave a small bow of his head and continued, "After you..."

He waited for them to enter and followed suit, adjusting the sleeves of his white shirt as he glanced around the room. It was filled with some rowdy students, and some cute ones, and some interesting looking ones. "Well...this is going to be an interesting year..." Looking back to the two girls that arrived with him he offered his hands to them and said, "Oh by the way, My name is Jett Haven. What are your names?"
@Feyblue@Riegal

Jin was busy collecting himself, trying not to worry over the others in the room until he could think rationally enough to form a decent observation. That was when the plant lady approached him, teasingly interrogating him about his flashbang to get past the nurse on the floor below. Still sweating and panting, Jin swallowed, trying to rein his thoughts in enough to form a coherent answer. While it seemed like a harmless enough question, Jin knew that showing his had this early would be to his disadvantage. The school had already played them against time and against set obstacles. If he had to guess, its next test would pit them against each other.

"You'll find out in due time." Jin answered in his usual, stoic manner. Not unkindly, but devoid of any tells into his intentions or thoughts.

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"Certainly."

Acion knew that class was starting soon, so he would not have the time to detail all his abilities at once. Furthermore, their descriptions in words were pretty unimpressive, due to its simple nature. Acion was a technique fighter, relying more on his ability to maintain perfect control in mid-air while unleashing his winged attacks onto his enemy rather than raw power, using combinations of simple techniques, furthering its flexibility and decreasing the chance of being studied and countered. So explaining all of these would definitely be a full-time job, and he wouldn't want to look too boasting about it. It'd be best to leave the rest to practical demonstration

"While these pack of feathers worked as flaperons, engines and wings, they are also used for combat, such as flinging villains, or use my feathers as weapons. I can also protect myself from incoming projectile and regrow the wings if they are broken."

Made from Acion. It might have sounded a little bit arrogant, but he had his reasons to be proud, as they all weren't granted.

"Hmm. I guess it is time that class begins. Another time my friend."

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@Lucius Cypher

@pkken

Mina, who had already taken her seat and talked to nobody, was just awaiting the arrival of the bell. When it came, she rolled her eyes and thought 'thank god!' Their homeroom teacher was L guardian. She recognised him immediately, of course. She agreed with a lot of hat he was saying. Many of them didn't seem to be hero material to her, but then again, that's what they were all at hero training to learn. He was also right about that test seeming easy. Mina was expecting a lot worse from what her mom had warned her, but maybe foreknowledge alone had made it easier for her to know what was going on and making a plan. Mina felt she was going to like this teacher, unless he got on her case because of her unimpressive quirk. She would have to prove herself more than anybody else here, it seemed.

Wordlessly, and obediently, she got up out of her seat, left the classroom and went to her locker. On the way, she noticed the destruction and debris that had been inflicted the school since she got to class. It gave her chills. Just what could the other students do, and were they more than a match for her and her....flashy hands?

Emerging from the dressing room in her new jumpsuit several minutes later, she headed out to Training Ground Echo. It was a construction yard setup. She recalled L Guardian's advice: 'Stick to your strengths'. Intelligence and strategy. Those had to be her strengths.

Sam left the room as soon as the teacher had told them what to do. It wasn't that he didn't care about the other people in the class, but he was too nervous to talk to any of them. The teacher wanted to test them, which only added to his anxiety. What if he screwed up, and made himself the target of ridicule, like that time in first grade when he had collapsed during the sports day. No, he had to think positive.

Not wearing the jumpsuit, as it'd pass right through him, he instead went straight to the training ground. His strength was in his intangibility, and his intellect, both of which would be hindered by trying to keep up the facade of wearing the physical clothing. By focusing, he changed his ethereal school uniform into the jumpsuit, so he wouldn't stand out that much. He stood in the shade, as he wasnt sure how strong the sun would be.