Dulga thought she was paying attention, but it only took a moment for her attention to lapse and let someone through the cracks. She had let herself be taken by the music, ignoring the world around her to let her body carry itself to and fro. Dancing allowed Dulga to clear her mind of all doubts, of all worries, and all concerns. She wasn't even concentrating on any good memories; all that mattered was the dance. she allowed herself to pick up a few objects around the classroom to twirl in her finger, then picking up her bag to dance with it as if it was a partner. It wasn't until Dulga had hopped onto a desk and balanced perfectly at top when she noticed some eyes through the door. Her eyes grew wide and her mouth agap underneath her mask.

Dashing to the front of the class Dulga grapped all the chalk in her hands, crushing them into a fine powder. She tossed a dust cloud of chalk towards the door, creating a cloud that would cover her tracks as she dove out the window. She opened it forcefully, causing it to crack as she jumped outside. She quickly realized however she was on the third floor; that meant at least thirty feet to the ground. But Dulga's embarrassment didn't let that stop her; gripping the edge of the window still, Dulga simply swung herself to the next window over, incidentally right outside of class A-1. With one of her mighty arms Dulga opened the locked window forcefully, cracking it as she entered. She didn't care if others were there looking at her: as long as they didn't see her dancing she didn't care.

Dulga took a seat near the back, pulling her hood over her face so that even her eyes were hidden. She fortunately managed to get her bag before she fled, but she forgot to turn her music off. She fumbled with her phone desperately trying to turn it off, and while doing so accidentally snapped her phone in half. "Shit... At least I have insurance on it." Dulga just rested her face on top of her bag, wrapped her cloak around her body, and looked completely depressed. "I swear if those people are in my class, I'm going to rip their eyes out." Dulga thought to herself. No one may know her secret and live.

@Quebexy@Aerandir

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Consciousness finally returned to Sen in the nurse's office after the training exercise in his first class at Komei. The first thing he focused on was the creepy, goosebumpy feeling he had on the skin of his injuries. There was no signs of the wounds besides scrapes and slight bruises but for some reason he felt violated. Coming back to his senses, Sen shifted in his bed, sliding himself into a sitting position and scanning his body for the signs of the battle he had been a part of. He winced at the memory of it, he had been so.... Useless. His team had probably given it their all when he had been incapacitated almost immediately. Gritting his teeth, he berated himself, maybe he wasn't cut out for this hero thing after all. If that exercise had been a test of skill he had surely failed, maybe being a hero wouldn't be a worry soon enough, seeing as he was probably going to be kicked out from the way Mr. Yoshida worded the consequences of the test.

Noises indicating movement drew him out of his dark thoughts and he lifted his head to see Mamoru herself entering his little treatment 'room,' which was really just a cot cut off from the room by a draw curtain. The girl seemed nonchalant, as if she hadn't hurled trucks and giant shields at his teammates and himself. He had to respect her determination, she really had done everything in her power to win. Sen realized he was still mask-less and frantically looked around to see if someone had dropped it off for him. Thankfully, it seemed as though someone had retrieved it from Reina during or after the exercise and left it on a small stand next to his bed. He grabbed it greedily and put it on, feeling comfortable with the familiarity. Taking a deep breath, he nodded in response to Mamoru's question. Yes, he was still alive, he was lucky to be after all the shit she threw at him. But he couldn't hold a grudge, she had ambition like himself, and he wasn't seriously injured because of the amazing medical staff at the school.

"Aha, yeah." He started awkwardly, oddly embarrassed by his performance in the game, his cheeks flushed slightly. "You did great out there, though some of your actions were very, ah... Impulsive. Still, you sure did a number on me so you have my respect." Sen gave her a genuine smile. "Next time though, I don't plan on losing. You can count on that!"

She left shortly after, seeming like she had more important things to do, like getting back to class. Oh shit, class! How long had he been unconscious? Had he missed anything? Sen pushed himself from his bed and steadied himself on slightly wobbly legs. He regained his composure quickly and hurried out of the infirmary and used his map to find his way back to class. The boy slinked into the room quietly, his face appeared calm but his mind was flooded with worry about not making it here at the school. He might be kicked out if Mr. Yoshida felt like it, his future was in the man's hand, which was a scary prospect indeed. Sen was glad to see some of his classmates were already sitting in their seats, and he immediately made his way to his usual seat behind Kenichi.

"What's up Blue?" Sen asked with a grin, already liking the very obvious nickname he had come up with for Kenichi. "Kick ass out there or what?"

Mina, sick of waiting for class to start, and with Jett gone, oppened her satchel and pulled out the dirty gym clothes that she had been given by Darkmatter. Quickly checking the label for the size, and looking around the classsroom, it really narrowed down the possible students who could be Darkmatter. In fact, there was only one, and in her scan of the classroom; the large boy with glasses, and she caught him staring at her for a split second. Bingo. He sat down and started to munch on snacks. Liking to eat, and carrying snacks were two of the only things she knew about Darkmatter. She no longer had any doubt of the identity of the blob. Now all she needed was to get him alone so she could return the gym clothes. She wouldn't do it here. It would expose him, and people would talk.

At that moment, Mina saw a six-armed girl climb in through the window. She was definitely not there earlier. Recommendations? Must be. Mina herself had the option to get in through recommendations but absolutely refused. Not that the initiation test was difficult. Also, she was playing music. Catchy music. Well....at least Bohemian Rhapsody was out of her head now. And then she broke her phone....well, that was an entrance.

This stranger, though moody, didn't look like the shy type, or the annoying type. She was a strong positive in terms of first impressions and possible compatibility. Mina decided to take the risk and go talk to her. She got up out of her seat, and headed over. "Why'd you break your phone?" The slightly posh and stuck-up girl asked with a matching confused and slightly condescending tone that subliminally added 'you idiot' to the words she actually spoke. Mina sighed and pulled a brand new, very expensive top-of-the-line model smartphone from her pocket. "You can borrow my spare if you'd like."

@Lucius Cypher@Norschtalen

”Eeeeeeh? You lost the point??” That’s all that Mamoru really got out of Kenichi’s rambling.she pouted and pumped her fists as if angry, though she was just playing around. ”This is why I said you needed a partner! If you had a buddy they could've helped you fight and make sure you didn't get eliminated! Or at least if you did you could've kept Point A.” Laying her head against her head Mamoru sighed. She suppose there wasn't much they could do, considering the troubles they had at Point C.

”Granted, we had a tough one at Point C too. I got hit by a truck. Fortunately I managed to take out Sen, that guy who does the breath thingy you mentioned, so it wasn't too tough for us after I heroically sacrificed myself for the sake of the team.” Mamoru said looking rather posh and haughty. She left out a lot of what really happened if only because what she said is how she saw it. Shortly after a big girl came into class via window. She broke a window and just crawled right in like some big creepy crawly. It fascinated Mamoru and made her whistle.

”Look at the gams on that one. You could bust a coconut with those…” Mamoru looked at Dulga as Mina came over. Just from the way she spoke Mamoru pegged Mina as the Alpha Bitch of the class, which really ruled up Mamoru. It made her want to go up to her face and confront her. And she would've until Mina offered one of her spare phones to Dulga, who broke hers. ”Hmm. How Tsundere.” Mamoru looked over at the scene and decided that she ought to introduce herself. Mina may have been on Team Alpha but she somehow managed to escape no worse for wear, so she must be strong. And Dulga looked tough with her legs and six biceps. Skipping on over Mamoru announced herself before she sat on top of one of the desk. ”Hello! Names Aksha Mamoru, saw your entrance there. You look strong!” Mamoru nodded towards Dulga before turning to Mina. Analyzing her with her eyes Mamoru made an observation about her. ”You're super clean for someone who just came back from a fight. Did you get knocked out early?”

@Zeroth@Silver Carrot@Norschtalen

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Unwrapping his twinkie Donny enjoyed sweet, spongy goodness as he browsed on his cellphone. He was thinking of doing some shopping later and deciding what to make for dinner. ”Miso stock, some Nissin noodles, eggs. I wonder if there are any deals for salted seaweed or pork belly in town. I could really go for mushrooms too.” Donny spoke out loud as he checked his emails for coupons. Quite a few caught his eye. Most of them were for a supermarket called “Mega Mighty Market”, a store with All Might’s endorsement. Donny chuckled at the idea of All Might just shopping there buy groceries. In any case most of the good coupons were there. ”Fifteen prevent off bratwursts, buy one get one half-off frozen pizza dinner. Not bad not bad. Oh? Fifty percent off artisan cabbage? That's a steal! What's this? Uhhh… Ah. New season’s rice. Jasmine jasmine jasmine… Nope. Just sweet. Hmm.”

Donny was so focused on his shopping list he didn't notice the brewing storm around him, neither Mina’s look towards him not Dulga’s strange entrance into the classroom, the only sign he showed that he was paying any attention at all to the things around him was when he shifted his body to move out of the way. He continued to mumble and add various items to his long list of goods and edibles. Seemed like Donny was going to feast tonight.

“Mmm. Food glorious food, hot sausage and mustard. Then some cold jelly and custard...”

Having content to just resting her head until class started, Dulga was soon interrupted by a girl’s voice. Barely looking out from under her hood she could tell it was a blonde haired girl with light skin and a haughty attitude. She wanted to know why Dulga broke her own phone, but she didn't reply. Dulga had no reason to explain herself. But the stranger’s generosity caught Dulga off guard. Just a bit. Sitting up Dulga looked straight into the eyes of the blonde haired student. She was genuine.

”Don't take it the wrong way… I'm only going to use it until I get my old phone replaced. Then you'll have this back.”

Dulga accepted the phone and put it into her skirt pocket. She'd switch over the memory card during lunch or whenever she had a break outside of class. Before Dulga could go back to lying her head down a loud girl came over and started talking to Dulga and the blonde. She called herself “Aksha Mamoru” and said that Dulga looked strong. Dulga however made no comment as the girl then started talking to the blonde haired girl. Dulga just watched the two of them talking in case they had anything else to say to her.

@Lucius Cypher@Silver Carrot

@Feyblue@Aerandir@Lucius CypherThe guy answered his question, but the twintails girl didn't. Still, Kenichi nodded as Jett explained that not everyone was done yet, and wondered how long it would take the exercise to finish completely. Jett--Kenichi heard him called him by name--started talking to Fumika, and Kenichi had to split his attention between that conversation and Mamoru scolding him...

“He took it gently at first, but then it got more difficult to keep up. He’s really strong and fast, and I couldn’t really handle it very well, so after we were done I passed out.”

The glass-like shattering of Kenichi's concentration was almost audible. Slowly, one eye twitching, he started to interject.

"Um..."

“But he said just now that he couldn’t move afterward, so does that mean I beat him? I just felt really sleepy and took a nap, and I think there was a comfy pillow for some reason - why was that even there, anyway? -But he was still awake and couldn’t move. That means I won, right?”

Jett's reaction was on the same line as Kenichi's, but she just kept going. The blue haired boy was starting to sweat buckets and his imagination conjured the sound of police sirens blaring in the distance. Jett was glaring at him now. Kenichi put up his hands in the "I didn't do it" gesture, pleading desperately with his eyes. But as the other boy left the room he did the "I'm watching you," gesture. Kenichi sighed, the rush of air leaving his lungs like a deflating blimp. Mamoru had given him an earful too, but now went off to talk to a new girl Kenichi had never seen before. Somehow her presence failed to register much, though, given his current mood.

"I wanted to be a battle shonen protag, not a romcom..." he muttered.

Sen spoke up from behind him, sounding enthusiastic behind that mask of his, but Kenichi looked at him with a droopy expression.

@PsychoPanda28"Yo, Kimoto-kun." he said, then as he registered who he was actually talking to he sobered up a bit. "Dude, those cuts you had looked pretty gnarly, and Mamoru-chan said she got hit by a truck. What the hell happened out on C?" His eyes cut around the room, taking note of who was there with a furrowed brow. "Whoever used a weapon or a Quirk like that better be damn sorry, if they'd hit an artery you coulda died."

Chalk… hurt. Elvira brought her remaining hand up to rub at her eyes. That wasn’t why the girl was momentarily stunned. Maybe some of that previously mentioned insanity was rubbing off on her. Did the girl thumping out tunes have six arms?

Jett coughed a few times at the dust cloud of chalk that was thrown their way. “Well...that escalated quickly.” Jett said softly to Elvira… looking to her, he noticed the look on Elvira’s face. As he thought. ‘Here we go…’ with a small smile on his face.

“Do you think her quirk gave her dancing abilities or… the six arms?” Notwithstanding the fact that the permanent curve of her brow did not shift, there was a clear note of indecisiveness within her voice. Considering the sudden influx of patients at what was meant to be something of a high school, Elvira had learnt to not assume and to doubt everything. Especially when regarding a six-armed, groovy, hooded figure such as the one they’d just seen.

Jett quickly answered, “I’m almost positive it was her arms…. But you never know.”in a joking sarcastic voice. He then added, “Come on, we should head to class….” He looked at her, her eyes not deviating from the classroom covered in chalk dust. “Elvira…’ He said gently, jerking his head to the left slightly a couple times. “Come on, She’s long gone and I don’t have the energy to go chasing after her at the moment.”

Jett meant well, but no matter how many times he called her name, the wide-eyed girl’s attention was upon something else. So many questions whizzed around her head. All needed answers. “Find her.” Elvira took a step forward towards the thin chalk cloud of death, tugging upon the good-intentioned grasp acting upon her hand. She couldn’t see through to the other side but standing around here wouldn’t remedy that fact. “That song, is that her quirk? Can songs be quirks? Can songs unlock quirks?” Teaching this girl how to communicate using Japanese may have been the biggest mistake that the Havens had ever made, for Elvira never stopped with the questions until they were answered.

Jett sighed and instead of resisting he went with the flow. He knew her well enough that she won’t stop till she investigated this thoroughly. He squinted his eyes as he went through the chalk and said, “ Alright alright… quickly though.” Then as she asked another three questions in rapid pace, he chuckled.“No.. I’m sure it’s not her quirk. I guess there could be some quirks that deal with the voice out in the world...never heard of one though. Music can help some to focus to unlock their quirk, It helped me to overcome my problem.”

Once they made it through he saw the window open and no one in the room, the faint sound of the music could be heard, he poked his head outside and looked down. Did she jump all the way down or go up? He twisted his head upwards to look at the roof, but before he even got there he saw another window open, cracked just next door. “Wait a minute...” The music had stopped by then. Normally he would have challenged himself and followed the amazonian and climbed back towards their room, but he didn’t feel it at the moment and he also had Elvira with him. Popping his head back in, he looked back at her.

Elvira was busy studying a table with what looked like footprints upon in. She leant in close, tilted her head this way and that to examine this tiniest of detail. Throw in a magnifying glass and a deerstalker; Russian Sherlock Holmes. Come to think of it, Elvira had always noticed her tendency to lean in close whenever taking something in. Did that mean she truly did need those eye goggles Adriane kept talking about? It probably would have helped her keep her distance when greeting strangers. Add that onto the shopping list along with earphones…

”What did you find?” Her eyes swivelled to the side - just for a moment to regard her trusty Watson - before they fell back down to the table. Shoe size. If, for some absurd reason, the chalk-using ninja couldn’t be identified by the six arms and mask setup, Elvira could pick out their shoe size. That just meant grabbing people who she’d never met before by the ankle and staring at their feet until one of them broke away. Normal, as always. ”Is she close?”

“Welll…. You could say that.” It was just a guess...but he knew their room was next door...and the window was not broken when he left. He started towards her dusting some chalk that had gotten on his jacket. “It would seem she simply went next door, through the windows.”

Before Jett could even take a step further, Elvira took a hold of his hand and started marching towards the window. “There might be some clues out there.” Elvira’s comment didn’t exactly issue a demand. She was, as she often was, relying on the implications of her words to convey what she truly meant.

“No… Elvira!” He plead, as he tried to make it clear to her. “She’s next door, we can simply WALK” He made little finger puppets with his free hand towards the door. She had picked up the japanese language amazingly quick. But sometimes he felt it just didn’t register what he was saying. Coming to a stop at the window again he gripped her hand tightly enough to stop her without hurting her hand before continuing “We don’t need to climb out the window…”

Those purple eyes suddenly focused themselves upon Jett’s face. That’s all she did, just look at him. It wasn’t clear on whether she was simply processing what he had been trying to hammer home to her, or if it wasn’t something else the strange girl wasn’t making obvious. Whatever it was, it had caused the poor child minder to be the recipient of her infamous stare. One could liken it to the ominous look owls seemed permanently cursed to display. Even the sudden adjustments she made to her head, much like the tilt of it she currently gave, could be. Without saying a word, she gave a short nod then dropped her gaze to the space around the two.

Jett sighed in relief, letting go of her hand. He turned slightly towards the door while placing a hand very gently on her shoulder to guide her towards the door. “Alright… Let's go find…”

Her movements had to be swift for when she ducked down and unlatched Jett’s hand from her shoulder, goodness knows how long it would’ve taken him to react. Elvira executed the plan that had been brewing within her mind ever since the all-knowing stare had commenced; mission Window. She’d think of a catchy name for it later when retelling the tale to Pchelka.

She’d broken into a run by now, like the fast people she’d seen on TV who earned medals. Only, her finish line was that window and that window alone. Watsons never got the importance of the chase. They were there to be rational, somewhat logical in day-to-day living, boring. All the things Elvira weren’t. She’d read the books courtesy of the extensive bookcase back at home with the Havens. Sherlocks were definitely more fun than Watsons. “Clues are always needed, Jetty. It’s elementary.”

The mystery girl must have had remarkable amounts of strength, for the window latch had been ripped clean off and had adhered itself to the window rather than the frame. ‘Defeats the purpose of it, really.’ Elvira noted. The window itself wasn’t exactly in one piece. Sharp, malicious-looking shards of glass stood from the frame like rocks at a cliff’s edge. Touching them might not be such a good idea, any alert person would think so. Did Elvira seemed like such a thing at this present time?

Jett cursed as Elvira suddenly dipped under his arm and bolted towards the window. He turned to stop her only to run into a desk and fall over top of it and onto the ground, creating a loud crash as he did. As he was on the ground groaning in pain, from the desks and his still hurting head, he heard her talk about getting clues. Did she use the word elementary?? Did she think she was Sherlock? He should have never showed her that book. Wait...did that mean he was Watson?

Quickly scrambling to his feet, he knocked fallen desk and chairs out of the way before vaulting like a gazel over the final row, landing and sliding in just the right moment to wrap his arms around the girl’s waist and pull her away from the window, spinning around with her as he did to keep her from grabbing the glass.

He stopped there, breathing deeply, wincing as pain started to pop up where he had slammed his shins and knees into the desks. His arms locked around Elvira’s waist, tight enough to make sure she didn’t jump out but not enough to harm her.

“Elvira… you are going to be the death of me someday…” He said softly as he banged his head against the window. He pulled his head back, his nose just behind her head. “You are not going to stop unless we go through that window aren't you?”

“That’s why you’re Watson, Jetty.” Elvira tilted her head back far enough so the boy’s face was within her sights. If this situation hadn’t been amusing within itself, seeing Jett upside down might have done it. He looked worn out and the faintness of his aura seemed to support her conclusions. Why dear Watson would feel so drained wasn’t quite clicking though. “We must eliminate the impossible.” She didn’t smile, but she might as well have been with a casual comment and sly reference like that.

He looked at her with her purple eyes staring back at him upside down… despite the situation even he couldn’t hold back a smile. Her eyes were bright and alert, full of excitement. Her use of the references..He knew, that it was her smile. While her face didn’t show it, he had learned that look while spending almost everyday with her in the last few months. It was something he tried time and time again to get her to do, trying to breakthrough that emotionless stare she always had..

Chuckling at her comment. “No more Sherlock for you…” he said to her, slowly letting her go of her waist and quickly stepped in front of the broken window.“ You could have gotten hurt Elvira…” He looked to the window and began to knock the window shards out. She wasn't going to stop, it was something she had to do now. She was more hard headed than his little sisters combined.

Once all the glass was cleared he hopped out the window gracefully and without hesitation. Twisting as he did to aim his feet back towards the building and latching onto the tiny ledge below. He then poked his head back into the room as far as he could, face level with Elvira’s. His chest against the window ledge. “Alright fine. ‘Lets eliminate the impossible. ‘Put your arms around my neck, just like we did at the mall.” A few weeks before, She got it into her head that she wanted to see what the city looked like from the top of the mall, and wouldn’t leave till he helped her.

For a split second, a twinkle set off in those round eyes of hers. Just like how she hadn’t regretted that request, she wouldn’t do such a thing for this one either. It was bound to lead to something as interesting as the adventures she’d read so eagerly about. Well, she’d get to see the beautiful scenery of the academy from the 3rd floor at any rate. Always think on the positive side. Elvira nodded, acknowledging Jett breaking down and seeing things from her perspective. Funny how her selective hearing could block out his concerns for her safety but not compliances. Elvira couldn’t quite get it into her head that getting hurt was a concept that held no grudge or favored some. The girl knew it as something that couldn’t touch her. Not because she viewed herself as above others; exactly the opposite. She didn’t hinder herself with precautions to prevent herself from getting hurt. Had she ever?

Elvira quickly took her place in front of Jett. A slight tug on the corner of her lip and the moment of hesitation suggested she had her doubts to those gifted with the means to decipher her nuances. After all, the blonde had just been released from the infirmary. Elvira hadn’t stuck around to see the top-notch medic and her creepy crawlies but what the young girl did know was that even Jais, the mighty hero, was put off by the injuries the boy had sustained. “Your head…” Elvira lifted her hand to tap a few fingers against her temple. “Is it all better? Jais… he didn’t want to tell me much. I admit, I cheated a little by looking at his aura but-” Her eyes dropped from Jett’s face. Using her quirk was something she’d promised not to do in dire times or consequences - the Havens were family. Whatever had to be said would be just that, not read and interpreted through emotions. Sometimes, it was hard to ignore such attractive bursts of reds and blues.

Jett looked at her for a moment, hanging still out the window. It was a rare occurrence for Elvira to show any form of hesitation. When she then spoke of his injuries he smiled a little before hopping back up on the window’s ledge with ease. He didn’t know she knew he was injured in the fight. Jais didn’t mention that.

He knew his injuries were pretty severe. Jais told him the extent of it while walking to the locker room. Hell his head was still splitting from the headache he received from them. While he knew he had no strength to Teleport. He had enough strength to carry her up or down the building if she wanted.

He waited for her to look back up at him before giving her one of his confident smiles. He knew the promise she made not to use her quirk was because of her mother. Who was adamant that they did not use it in the home. A little more for Elvira, to try and help her read people better without her quirk. Jett, wanting to gain her trust in the first week she lived with them, had told her she could use her quirk freely with him.”Elvira… You’re fine. You were just trying to figure out what was going on. You didn’t cheat, you did what you had to do to understand the situation. You can take a look for yourself. Do I look ok?”

At first, she the girl seemed reluctant to even look Jett in the face, let alone check his aura. Her right arm bent at the elbow and her hand clasped onto the opposite arm that was pinned straight to her side. It wasn’t easy, seeing it from somebody else’s perspective but nonetheless she tried. Fortunately Jett was easier for the girl to understand and come round to. Gradually, her eyes travelled to his feet and then scanned around him. Those purple eyes seemed to trace the shape of his form a few cms from his actual self. Of course, she didn’t need to look for so long. The pure, untinted, yellow she’d grown accustomed to seeing around Jett had been evident from the very start. Elvira just needed to be sure that he wasn’t trying to fool her into a false sense of security for her own benefit.

“Ok… you look ok. Like you haven’t slept for months, but ok.” Elvira nodded slowly and took a deep breath in, as if what this truly meant and how it related were eventually forming links within her head. “I’m ready to do this then; solve the mystery. Just remember that you have to always tell me if you’re hurt. I shouldn’t always use my quirk if it’s going to be gone soon. You know Adriane wouldn’t be very happy, especially if she found out I didn’t help you.” It was kinda cute, how Elvira thought she was the one keeping Jett out of harm’s way. It never occurred to her that it may be the exact reverse of her beliefs.

Jett actually accepted her ‘diagnosis.’ it felt accurate. She kept on speaking of ridding herself of her quirk. He assumed it was because she wanted to see in color again. He moved around as she started talking again, getting into position so she could put her arms around his neck. He sighed when he mentioned his mother. If he told his mother a fraction of things he did while with Elvira, she wouldn’t be very happy with him. Like this for example. Despite her ‘request’ he never usually told her when he was hurt, he usually just grinned and bore it. Because somehow, his mother always found out when he did get hurt and he told Elvira. His mother would freak out over nothing.”Yeah yeah.” he said casually.

She took a step closer to Jett who seemed to effortlessly balance upon the window sill despite the sheer drop just a step behind him. Not afraid of heights? Could a hero afford to be? Maybe something like that could be… magically treated at a school like this. It wouldn’t amaze Elvira if there was a quirk for doing exactly that. She’d have to ask later when this mystery was filed under solved.

“Don’t drop me. If you think you’re going to slip, throw me up. Pchelka would miss me more.” Eerily enough, Elvira didn’t show an ounce of humour.

“Thanks for the vote of confidence.” he said as he turned around to her. “ Don’t worry I won't ever let you get hurt Elvira. I Keep my promises.” He said, referring to the day he met her. He took her hand with his, wrapping one of her arms around his shoulder and chest.

As soon as her feet showed even the smallest inkling of lifting off the ground, her grip around Jett turned into a vice. She didn’t doubt his strength nor his pure resolve to do whatever he set his mind to - he’d proven that by staying true to a bold declaration made many months ago. Still, the ground looked light years away and Elvira suddenly yearned for solid ground beneath her feet once again. Her eyes fluttered shut, much like they had whilst venturing high up at the mall. The bout of nausea she felt when they were open simply wasn’t worth it.

“Erk..” was all he could let out as her other hand wrapped around his throat. He knew it was going to happen, even though he positioned her arms to where they should have been, her self preservation kicked in and her arms locked around him. He begun to climb over to the window of their class. His hands managed to act like miniature vices as he held onto tiny ledges that seemed impossible to hold onto. His feet found footholds where there seemed to be none. He slowly made his around the brick column, being extra sure he had a good grip. Soon he moved around the column and he could see the classmates now talking among themselves as he came to the window.

Sliding his feet to a better position His left hand hand reached for the open window, and while grabbing the window ledge with his hand, he reached around and behind him, his hand clenching onto Elvira, pinning him to his back, before pulling himself with his left arm in the window, pushing up with his left leg and caught the window ledge with his right foot and propelled himself through while trying to be as low as possible so she wouldn’t hit the top of the window. His foot slipped on a piece of glass when they were just about to jump down. and he landed face first onto the ground with a loud thud. He didn’t have the reaction time to manage to catch himself with his left hand, with his right hand making sure she didn't fall backwards at the sudden change of speed, it could not brace him as well. but she did at least fall on his back. His vice like grip slumped off the girls back and fell to the floor like a brick.

Immediately, the girl took a sharp intake of breath. With no means of seeing the scene around them change from imminent death to safe and sound , the sudden drop in altitude was a jarring one. Plausible reasonings were not the most welcomed. The first conclusion that Elvira drew was that something had somehow gone awry and that the pair were now hurtling down from 3rd floor. Could somebody survive such a drop? Whatever the odds, the girl suspected - no, expected - Jett to come up with some means of rescue. He was good for things like that; spontaneous actions. So Elvira believed. If they were falling, he’d just ‘come up’ with something. Didn’t make coming to terms with death any easier. Who would water her plant? Keep the twins as entertained as these two had? Look after Pchelka?

All these thoughts, so shallow for such a profound, philosophical topic of a life taken so young, instantly dissipated when she felt the softness of Jett’s back (and a slight pop, too) beneath her. Elvira opened her eyes, blinked twice, and looked around at her new surroundings. A classroom almost identical as the other. That wasn’t so thrilling. As if only now realising what events must have transpired for the two to end up like this, she looked over her shoulder at Jett’s face. Nope, not dead. There was no rush for her to get off then. She actually appreciated the solid surface, maybe sitting as pretty as a princess, too.

So, the method of transport hadn’t exactly uncovered any clues, mainly due to the fact that her eyes hadn’t been open. At least Elvira could say she’d experienced a taste of the hero life… at the expense of another. Not that sweet Jetty would mind, of course. “You fell… you said you wouldn’t fall.” Elvira wrongly pointed out.

Jett weakly said while not moving. “I said you wouldn’t get...hurt.” Groaning, feeling that pop in his back when she fell on her. Was she just sitting on him? What ever happened to being worried about his injuries? She was going to be the death of him for sure. “You… are not hurt right?” trying to prove his point.

The brunette’s finger came to rest upon her chin while her gaze seemed to drift off elsewhere. A simple question like that appeared to require a whole inventory check and reboot. Apart from that sluggish sensation peering down at the far-off ground had conjured up, nothing else seemed out of place. “Hmm, no. Your landing needs work. Don’t heroes fly?”

“Good..” He said ignoring her question as he slowly pushed up from his position into kneeling and on all fours a vein popped in his forehead as he felt the pain in his back Despite her still sitting on his back. “Would you kindly, mind getting off me now?” He asked politely with a clear strain in his voice. If she didn’t get up in the next few seconds he was going to drop her.

Now seemed like a better time than ever to do what Jett suggested. After all, she barely had to put much effort into standing up when the boy was in this position. Her boots daintily came into contact with the floor whilst her hands used Jett’s back as a sort of springboard to propel herself forward and up. This causing Jett to fall over once again with a grunt. Elvira brushed off her skirt and peered around her once again, taking no notice of the poor Haven trying to scramble to his feet. It may be a recognisable classroom, but the people within it all looked unfamiliar. All except the one with the cloak.

Could Elvira be sure that was the one who had been boogieing her way around the classroom? Anybody could put on a cloak, maybe even swap with a friend - she’d heard some girls partook in such an odd display of friendship. Surprisingly enough, the six arms facter didn’t grab her attention when scrutinising the poor girl for any factors that linked her. “See? Told you, Watson. The mystery has been solved.” Triumphant, the girl placed her fists on her hips and looked down towards the boy in question with a look that only he would be able to translate as smug.“This is why you should be a Sherlock.”

@Zeroth@Norschtalen@Lucius Cypher@Silver Carrot@PsychoPanda28@Feyblue

The new girl's comment got a smile from Mina. "That was also my line of thinking. Don't break this one too, or I'll charge you. So, what's your name?"

However, the smile twitched when a third girl approached them. It was starting to get crowded. When the girl addressed her, the smile vanished completely. Mina turned to the pink-haired girl. From the flash in her eyes, it was clear that Mina had viewed that comment as some kind of challenge to her own skill or character. "I'm clean because I took a shower. I had some free time after everybody else was in the infirmary. I stayed at Point A until the very end of the exercise, and I'm not injured because I won all of my fights without getting injured."

There was a lot Mina didn't say to Mamoru, because she didn't want to guess her intentions. Perhaps she could just be too dim to have noticed that her question implied that she thought Mina was a weak rich girl who got knocked out early and spent the rest of the exercise pampering herself.

That's when she noticed Jett teleport into the room, with another girl. Huh. Well, at least he might stop hitting on her now, Mina thought, with a pang of hurt pride she was still proud enough to deny even to herself she'd just felt. Unless that girl was a relative of some kind. Jett so far didn't strike her as the type who could actually get close to a girl this fast. Not for lack of trying; he just couldn't. His method was wrong. Yeah, she must be a relative. That's it.

@Lucius Cypher@Norschtalen@Aerandir@Quebexy

”Oh? Is that so?” Mamoru was legitimately curious if Mina was telling the truth or not. As Mamoru didn't fight her, she couldn't really claim that Mina might be lying. Though if she stayed at Point A where only Kenichi made it, who was ultimately defeated by Fumika, then that would explain how they lost Point A. ”You must have taken Point A after Kenichi got knocked out by Motome-chan. Aaaaah I told Kenichi not to go there alone...” Mamoru pouted, but she wasn't going to get hung up on it. Hopefully Kenichi learned his lesson.

Mamoru didn't really think about the undertone of what she said and how it could be misconstrued that Mina only managed to take Point A thanks to Fumika taking out Kenichi. Though Mamoru also wasn't aware that Roy had went to Point A and was also defeated, though she wasn't sure where he was at while she was still active at the battle anyways. Things were already chaotic enough at Point C that Mamoru couldn't keep track of what happened elsewhere, such as the ultimate destruction of Point B. Around that time Jett showed up carrying another girl with him, someone who seemed to be looking at the group Mamoru was with. The girl looked at them before turning to Jett and making some vague comments. Mamoru pointed at herself, then at Mina, and then at Dulga as she was trying to figure out who this mysterious girl was looking at.

”Is she looking at you? Me? Us?” Mamoru asked Mina while being slightly confused.

@Silver Carrot@Norschtalen@Quebexy

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Donny was making a list and checking it twice when he looked over and noticed a couple of people climbing through a window. Which Donny only now noticed was broken. ”How did that happen?” Regardless, it looked like a scene of a Slice-of-Life anime where a very quirky and energetic girl drags along a deadpan melancholy guy around on misadventures, because the girl seemed rather chipper and chatty while the guy was beat to shit. Donny looked through his bag but the only snack he had left was some gum and an oatmeal raisin granola bar he had forgotten about. It was kinda squished, but still edible. ”I need to reload soon.”

Chewing a new stick of gum and taking out the granola bar, Donny got up and walked over to Jett. The big boy offered the blonde boy a helping hand while wielding the granola bar in the other. ”You have it rough too, huh? Need s-some help?” A thought occurred to Donny that maybe he ought to start packing some more snack bars to class, in case anyone else needs them. He doesn’t normally pack that sort of thing so maybe he could do some browsing later today, see what brand of snack bars would be helpful for a hero-in-training. Probably a power bar.

@Aerandir@Quebexy

Alls well that ends well. Elvira wasn't needed to look after the exhausted Jett even if his rapid depletion in energy levels was her fault. A boy somewhat taller than her had approached with the power of food and generosity; the true makings of a guardian angel. He looked friendly enough though he didn't gain much of Elvira's attention; everything about him was the exact opposite of the girl she was after. Two arms, eye goggles, and his physique was one she wouldn't exactly assume to be capable of ninja-like swiftness. Not to mention the clear difference in gender. Unless...

Elvira clasped her hands in front of her, allowed herself to lean forward upon the very tips of her boots with impeccable balance, and peered into his face. An action that wouldn't have been so intimidating if not for the way her eyes insisted on locking onto his, even if they weren't currently open and focused upon her in the first place. The girl had been taught to not speak unless spoken too, so she employed means of encouraging conversation. The stare was simply one of them. It tended to make people fidget; caused eyes to shift or shoulders to stiffen. Rarely, she got a reaction other than unidentifiable awkwardness. When she did, it truly proved to be a pleasant surprise.

@Lucius Cypher @Aerandir

Reina was still seated, now with an uncertain frown. It wasn’t like she had expected for nobody to ever find out she was related to the principal of Komei, but the implications of the fact that could be drawn made her nervous to have it out in the open as it was now.

Nurse Kiwi addressed her, getting her attention. The girl glanced between the healed Ezra and Jett, having found the nurse’s process and quirk to be... unique? A little unsettling, as well. Reina couldn’t imagine what it must have been like for those who were afraid of bugs.

The girl shook her head softly upon seeing Acion enter the room just as Kiwi finished speaking. ”I’d like for you to heal everyone else first, please...” She looked away, hands in her lap, unsure how a nurse would take such a suggestion. I’ll live for now.” While she was covered with injuries, none of them were all too terrible—the worst being her gut from Acion’s last hit. The feather that had stabbed her under her collarbone was still there, so the wound wasn’t bleeding much either.

Kiwi turned back to the girl, “Oh? You’ve been waiting quite a bit, besides your injuries must look worse than they really are since you're waiting so patiently. It will be quick then I can get you out of her.”” she said to Reina, Kiwi believed she was related to the principal. The student was just relaxing like nothing was wrong while something was lodged in her collarbone.

"I promise they will be fine, you have nothing to worry about. It's your turn for treatment” she said with a light smile.

The girl frowned, not wanting to go against an authority figure but equally not wanting to delay treatment for anyone else for her own sake. She opened her mouth, her voice caught for a moment, the uncertainty she felt apparent on her face.

She glanced around at the others in the room, gaze never lingering for more than a half-second. Finally settling on looking at the floor, she gave an almost imperceptible nod, guilt burning her cheeks. ”Just my stomach and left arm, then—I can’t really move it right now. And my tongue I... guess...” Reina trailed off as she realized how her tongue would have to be healed. A minute expression of disgust flashed on her face for a moment. She wasn’t afraid of bugs, but having them in her mouth... it wasn’t a very nice thought. It hurt the most though, and she wouldn’t be able to eat normally while it was healing naturally. She sighed, coming to terms with what she was about to allow the nurse to do. ”I’ll deal with the rest of my injuries on my own.| The light cut on her right arm and the dozens of bruises on her body weren’t fun to have, either, but she could live with them, if it meant lessening the amount of Kiwi’s time she took up.

The dark-haired girl moved out of her seat towards the nurse to let the woman do her thing.

As Roy came back to reality, . He shot up out of his bed fast before a hard throbbing hit his head. He sucked his teeth, before placing his head to the area where we got kicked. He looked around seeing plenty of familiar faces. Ezra, Acion, Lysander, and even the girl from point C who had some kind of gravitational attraction. He noticed that she was just sitting there relaxed though she wasn’t in good shape at all. Was that a feather stuck in her collar bone? He looked towards the nurse who had bugs crawling all over her hands, he quickly snapped his head in another direction facing the girl again.

“"Your pretty tough to just be sitting there peacefully despite being in bad shape," He siad with a smirk.

“The name is Roy Kusayanagi, nice to meet you” He said with a sincere smile

Reina shifted to face the new voice that addressed her, this time from the boy she had seen before her fight with Acion. She winced slightly from a shot of pain that ran through her body from the movement, breaking her careful, desperately maintained composure for the first time since the end of her fight. With the adrenaline wearing off, she was finally beginning to feel the damage done to her.

The girl paused, glancing towards Acion as she remembered what he had said to her a while earlier. ”I’m just... stubborn, I guess.” She stopped again before adding “...Mori Reina,” as her own introduction.

Kiwi smiled as the girl gave in, Reina began explaining what she needed to be healed. “That's not that bad” She also insisted that she will deal with the bruises and cuts. “Don’t be so stubborn, I can patch up all those while I work on your more serious injuries. What kind of practitioner of medicine only half heartedly treats their patients.”

Kiwi assisted Reina with getting into a bed, in order to treat the cuts on her body she would need her to be laying down, one she was all ready Kiwi pulled to provide privacy for the girl. “I’ll be brief” She said as she held her arms over the girl's body, the mosquitoes flew off her arms and onto the girl's body, they worked on reducing the welts while a large colony of ant like creatures split into 3 groups, One to work on the cut on her arm, another to clean up her stomach, and the last group to work on the small cuts. The ants made their way into the skin on her left arm as they, curing Reinas traumatized skin and removing the bruise slowly. She could see her natural color soon return to her arm almost like a wave crashing onto shore. It felt like tiny pins picking her skin following a immediate soothing, soon the cut on her arm was no longer visible as well the ability to move like new was returned to her.

The ants on her stomach had been working just as hard, sealing the cut on her stomach till it wasn’t visible anymore.The welts and cuts were gone as well too, “Alright time for your tongue now, just close your eyes and stick your tongue out, it won’t be as bad.” Kiwi waited for the girl to open open her mouth before the small ants began working crawling onto her tongue. She could feel the tiny little feet walking on her tongue, the ants began making the healing paste and applying it to the wound. After a minute and a half, the bite wound was no longer there, a few of her mosquitoes came by and cleaning up all the blood that was on her tongue. One they were done ants hitched a ride with the mosquitoes to escape the girls mouth.

“Alright you're good as new, don’t feel bad about being healed. It is my job to make sure each and every student can get back to training as soon as possible” she said putting her hands on her hips. The bugs all began returning to the arms.

As Kiwi said, it wasn’t nearly as bad to be healed by her quirk as it might’ve appeared at first glance. They weren’t wild insects, after all—they were completely under the nurse’s control. The relief of being rapidly rid of her injuries helped as well. It was hard to really mind bugs crawling on her when they were taking care of much worse pain. Even having her tongue healed was far more off-putting in her own thoughts. No longer having to taste blood and deal with the sting was nice.

The girl glanced to the ground as she raised herself carefully off the bed, only being affected by intense soreness now. Still with a light blush, she was unable to keep herself entirely from feeling bad, but she nodded regardless. ”Sorry...” she said instinctively, but caught herself quickly enough. “A-and, thank you...”

Ezra had awoken from his slumber. To put it in his terms, he was tired as a motherfucker and despite the treatment that he had recieved, he was still quite achey. The fight hadn’t particularly dealt much damage to him other than the damage that he did to himself, it was moreso the energy he expended doing basically everything for his team, yet he still couldn’t bring himself to be mad at them because he didn’t know the results of the match yet, and to be honest, gauging by the people in the hospital room, he had a bad feeling. If they had lost, he wouldn’t be very happy about it, especially given the things that he had to do.

He noted his locale. He remembered arriving before blacking out, and he was quite surprised that he had gotten up so soon after arriving. He was an extremely heavy sleeper, and definitely enjoyed staying in a non conscious state when he was tired, so he was confused as to why he got up, when he noted the people surrounding him. He saw Roy, Acion, the girl who had spoken to earlier who he had just caught the name of, and the nurse. She had a dangerous look about her that he had saw sometimes back at his hometown, yet she didn’t seem particularly threatening.

He figured he might as well be social and make some connections given as it was his first day. He didn’t exactly have a problem speaking to people, and he didn’t feel as if anyone in this room could particularly be a threat to him later on based on what he saw, though the girl did look promising to him in terms of ability.

“Yo, I’m impressed. I hadn’t taken ya for much of a brawler when I had met ya, but I’m definitely impressed.. I saw it all. Good scrap” Ezra spoke with a soft tone. He didn’t really have much energy, so his voice sounded a lot smoother and less imposing than it normally would given his background, but his accent was still very prominent in his speech.

Reina blinked and looked away, taken off guard by another compliment. Her first thought was that it wasn’t like she had accomplished anything. A loss was a loss no matter how she ended up there.

She figured she’d never be good at taking compliments.

”Thanks...” she said. ”I... didn’t really see your fight. Tunnel visioned on my own, I guess...”

The dark-haired girl glanced around the room again, a faint smile beginning to show on her lips. Win or loss, there was at least one thing she could feel relieved about.

”...I’m glad everyone is okay,” she said softly, as though to herself. She turned slightly to Kiwi, and gave the nurse a sheepish bow from her seat on the bed. ”Thank you, again. Sorry for the trouble.” Of course, she had said it was her job to care for them, but that didn’t excuse the girl from showing gratitude for it. The class had taken the exercise rather... seriously, after all.

Roy smiled, he was going to respond but after hearing that her tongue had been in pain he felt bad making her reply to him. He waited for her to get healed, the boy then noticed Ezra had been awakening, he kind of almost didn’t want to face him since he disobeyed and lost team delta their lead because he didn’t listen to him. He would have to it though and take responsibility if he was to live with the guilt.

Roy was beginning to feel cold, he took of his cloak and began bathing in the sun, he could feel the energy going through his tattoos letting out a sigh out of how good it felt to warm up. By the time Reina was done getting healed, Roy was at about 20% energy since the sun had been hitting both his arms and legs. Ezra spoke, complementing the girl but you could hear the tiredness in his voice. Roy slightly heard Reina say being thankful for everyone being alright. He turned his head and faced the window looking out to the sky, he then turned back to the girl.

“I’d say we’re pretty glad everyone is okay too including you...It would suck if a classmate would have to stop their journey on day one” He said rubbing the dirt off his cheek.

Acion was watching the entire conversation unraveling, and a few glances were casted at him. He would love to join them, but now, he should refrain from moving or making loud noises, since it would pain him or disturb the nurse. This was an infirmary, and as he can see, several students were still recovering.

Seeing that the nurse had finished healing Reina, Roy and Ezra, the six-winged angel casted his eyes onto her, his expression saying ‘are we ok to begin?’. Begin the healing process...and begin facing those bugs.

Kiwi smiled, “Your welcome, and don’t be sorry dear”. The girl was a sweetheart she almost didn’t want to give her a shot. Nah she always wanted to give people shots, she then turned to Acion. “Alright young man, now it's your turn” She took Acion over to the bed and layed him down. “I remember you tried to run away from me, oh how fate can be cruel” She said as she ran a finger down his body. “I’ll patch you right up” She said smiling, she she let the bugs flow off her arms and onto the boys. Immediately diagnosing what was wrong with the boy and reporting it. A damaged rib seemed to be the worst of the boys issues, the mosquitoes split and went to deal with the bleeding on his leg while most of the smaller bugs began working on the rib that turned out to be fractured actually. “Oh wow” She said as her face got more serious, the ants began gathering and chewing the bone fragments and mixing it with their paste before placing it back onto the boy's rib. They then began repairing the damage tissue around the area as well before exiting the boys body.

The some of the small ants had patch up the wound on the boys league while the mosquitos cleaned up the blood and prevented it from clotting. They also patched up all the smaller bruises and cuts the boy had on his body. As she worked she glared at the boys wings temporarily. “Those are some beautiful wings you have” she said with a small smile, shortly after the bugs began walking all over the boys face. He would feel a sharp pain then a refreshing feeling on his face as the bugs soothed the irritated skin. The skin soon returned back to normal as the bugs provided the treatment.

Kiwi finished with the last patient, calling all the bugs back to arms. “That should be the last one for Mr.Yoshida’s class, your ribs were injured pretty bad but nothing I couldn’t repair, you will experience a lot of soreness. once you guys feel like you can go ahead and head back to class” She said taking a seat at her desk and taking a break.”

The angel could feel the ants taking every single steps on his face and into his body in order to fix his damaged ribs. He couldn’t help but feel a little shiver going down his spine. Ok sure, they were under the nurse’s control, but fuck it, they were insects. And the feeling of having six-legged character spamming their legs inside of him wasn’t so pleasant. The nurse was right. Fate was being cruel to him, in some way.

But in some other ways, it wasn’t. Slowly, he could feel the ache in his ribs slowly subsiding into nothingness. It was indeed a miracle. He had thought that he would have to spend at least weeks to repair that damaged rib, and yet in a few minutes, it healed completely. Well, almost. He still feel the dull ache in it. But still, that was very impressive, extremely impressive.

Acion, after the bugs finally returned to the nurse, slowly sat back up to face the nurse.

”Thank you…” He paused a little, obviously not knowing how to address her. But then he noticed the name tag on her shirt. ”Miss Kiwi. God bless you.”

He stood up from the bed after finishing, trying to get use to his new body: a less injured but less perfect than previous ones. It felt good to move around freely again.

Turning to the remaining three who were still present in the infirmary, the winged boy noticed one of his teammates, Ezra, who just assisted in defending C, the blonde man who chanted encouragement to him and the rest of the team at C before departing, and most noticeably Reina, his previous adversary, the girl he considered the most stubborn fighters he had ever faced. Acion knew how they fared during their exercises, so he needn’t ask. Instead, he turned to Roy, wondering what had happened to him.

[color=fff257]”I did not know what really happened. How did you do in your previous exercise?”[/color

Roy turned to Acion and sat up, looks like it was time to confess his loss. “Well me and Ezra took control of B. He told me to stay there and secure it but instead I headed to A while he went to C.” He then clenched his cloak. "I fought with an enemy at point A and lost in the end, she turned out to be a martial artist. I fought evenly with her until we were on our last string, in which I suffered defeat”

He lowered his head and gritted his teeth, he felt as if it was his fault. Surely he would have to train a lot harder if he wanted to master his skills and expand his construct pool, it obviously wasn’t enough to take down the girl.

“How was your fight with Reina? You guys both look like you were pretty banged up before you got healed” He said look back and forth between the two.

”So you lost at A and hand its control over to the Alpha team…”

Acions lips twitched slightly. Ok, losing a fight shouldn’t be much of a problem. We were all students fighting and training to become heroes after all. Nobody is undefeated. But what concerned him was the reason why he decided to go to A while Ezra wanted him to stay put. Come on, he was holding B for Delta. Why would he have to toss it away and head for another point that could possibly in Alpha’s control. This was a domination exercise, not a gladiator arena.

”If I have anything to reprimand, it would be your decision to go to A instead of holding B. But you might have your reasons, so I will let you realize the mistake on your own.” Acion responded. ”And yes, me and Reina. It was a dance of blows. Very entertaining. I eventually managed to incapacitate her, but not before sustaining several injuries from her.”

He casted a quick glance to the purple haired girl with a hint of admiration

”Win or not, it’s an educational fight.”

Reina’s interest was piqued when Acion asked Roy how he had done in the training. She felt bad for the boy as he answered, easily able to sympathize, but also couldn’t help but wonder—did that mean her team still might’ve won, even with her failure?

The girl forced a faint smile when Acion looked to her and shrugged subtly. ”I’m happy I got lucky enough to make it worthwhile for you...” she said quietly, immediately regretting the way she had worded the reply. Her hand moved to play idly with her ear as she looked away. Sure, that was how she honestly felt, but she shouldn’t so... accurately voice her thoughts. She’d learnt early on in life that doing so tended to make people even more uncomfortable around her than her quirk did already. Inconsiderate. Well, at least it wasn’t the worst thought she could have spoken out loud. Silver linings.

...God, you’re pathetic.

Not wanting to continue the conversation, she made an attempt at changing the subject after a pause. ”We should get to class.”

Reina stopped playing with her ear as she hopped lightly off the bed, her hands moving to stuff themselves in her pockets—which was when she realized that her jumpsuit had none. She glanced down at her dirty clothing with a tinge of annoyance and a click of her tongue. ”...Gotta change, too...” she muttered to herself, crossing her arms and moving towards the infirmary's door.

Ezra had maintained silent for a portion of time. He wasn’t really bad about the shy girl not taking his compliment, nor was he bothered by Acion saying that it came to a stalemate. He had fought his hardest, and he had witnessed that and didn’t have a problem with the fact that he hadn’t inherently won. What did bother him however, was that Roy didn’t listen to his instructions. He had sat there, and contemplated what he would do about it. He was pretty pissed, but his lack of energy was offsetting him going to beat the shit out of him.

Ezra got up in an extremely calm motion, and given as he was behind Roy, he cocked his arm back and widened his palm. With a large amount of force, not enough to cause damage but enough to put him in a significant amount of pain for a while, he slapped the back of Roys head. The anger that he had transferred to his hand and he felt relieved afterwards, letting out a exclamation of relief, like one would when drinking an ice cold class of water in the heat of the summer.

“If I tell ya to do somethin’, ya do it! Next time I clap ya, it’s gonna hurt a lot more.” he spoke, in an increasingly intense tone, with his accent becoming more and more prominent. It seemed that the more intense his emotion, the worse his accent got.

Ezra had a very prominent aura to him at this stage, that had seem to become present the moment he began becoming emotionally invested again. Strolling past Reina, he placed his hand on her shoulder as he walked past and gave his parting words to her as he left the infirmary

“The next time we face each other, I want to fight you. Don’t disappoint me.” he spoke as he left the room and went toward his locker. He very quickly had a shower, got changed, and wasted no time in walking back to class. He felt he had adequately acquainted himself with those in the infirmary, and he had his sights on a few more individuals. Mainly those who had fought at Point A.

Reina tensed slightly at the sudden physical contact, guard instinctively going up—not helped by how aggravated the tall boy seemed. She didn’t respond, only watching his back warily as he left. After a moment, she exited the room as well with a frown.

”Come on, let’s go.”

He had nothing else to say to Ezra, as his actions were pretty much reasonable. Not something he would do, but he could understand the frustration of someone knowing that his teammate had just screwed up. The thing that he hoped was that it did not have detrimental effect on him. If that happened, then the next slap would not be coming from Ezra.

He quickly walked to his own dorm and took a quick shower at the public bath before marching back to class in his fresh and brand new uniform. Now in his mind he wondered who was the warrior who took down Roy at A. He or she might also be a hero worthy of his praise and challenge. It would be entertaining a battle indeed.

“So you Lost at A and handed its control over to alpha team”
When he heard Acion said that he clenched the sheets even harder, it felt like rubbing salt on a wound to him. Acion seemed slightly aggravated but he had a ‘what's happened can’t be changed’ kind of tone to his voice. He then explained that his fight with Reina was a hard fought battle between the two, he was glad though that at least he won.

“Ah. I see”

Soon he felt a large, heavy hand hit him upside the back of his head causing more pain again, he gritted his teeth and turned around to see Ezra. The boy started snapping on him immediately after despite his injuries, “Alright Alright! I think I learned my lesson!” He said snapping back rubbing his head, if it wasn’t for that hit being well deserved. He wouldn’t have complied with the boy. Acion didn’t say much about the hit, probably because he wanted to do it just as much. These people were showing some pretty tough love.

“Yeah let’s go”

Roy wrapped his cloak around his body and began exiting before he was stopped by the principal.

“Roy once you're done changing report back to Class 1-A, Mr.Yoshida and I will be reviewing the fights how you guys did.”

Roy nodded his head in agreement before heading out to the locker room to, showering and washing off the dirt. He retrieved his uniform from the lockers, as he walked back to class he looked outside the windows in the hallway. There was a clear view of Hosu, he clenched the his black cloak and slung it over his shoulder.

“Now is a time better than any other” he said as he opened the door to class 1-A.

"Dulga Tarata." Dulga said in a flat tone. While she may seem unexcited, Dulga was glad that this girl had the same line of thought as she had. It made things simple, not having to explain yourself. Shortly after Mamoru started to yammer at the blonde who still hasn't introduced herself, and Dulga quickly lost interest in their conversation. Yes, she missed the first class, she was sure it was super fun, and she feels very bad about it. Closing her eyes Dulga wanted to take a few minutes to get some rest but before she could even take a deep breath those two idiots from before came through the window. "So they came after me huh?" Dulga didn't waste a second to stand up and leave the class. If anyone asked why she was leaving, she'd just tell them she was going to the bathroom.

She really didn't want to have to deal with anyone who might try to expose her little hobby.

Dulga did end up going to the bathroom and took a drink of water at the fountain. ”Of course those nosy bozo’s will be in my class. I need to make sure they keep their mouth shut.” Dulga thought of ways to make sure they kept her dancing a secret. Threats was her first go-to option, but considering that they’re at a school for heroes, she doubts they would be so easily cowed. Blackmail perhaps? Find some dirt on them? No, too dishonorable. Perhaps just a show of power, make them forget all about it? ”No no no… Just forget it. They'll forget it on their own too.” Taking her mask off Dulga looks into the reflection of the water. She traced the scar on the side of her face, picking at the scabs. Dulga splashed some water on her face and decided to take a breather out here for now.

Donny didn't pay much mind to Elvira and that would be his downfall. While he was trying to help Jett the girl suddenly jumped to Donny, now face-to-face with her. In that brief moment of surprise Donny’s masquerade faltered and Elvira would catch a glimpse of something strange; instead of green or blue eyes, Elvira would not even see a glimpse of white in Donny’s eyes. But neither would she see an empty shadow in his sockets. No instead she'd catch a peek of some black mass that seemed to writhe inside Donny’s head.

”C-C-C-Can I he-e-elp you with something?!” Donny blurted in surprise. This girl was too close. It made Donny stumble back and started falling.

Odd. That was...odd. If Elvira didn’t know any better, she would have said the boy had no eyes. At all. Maybe her sight was fooling her again. Yes, that must’ve been it. Her world was indeed void of colour and the monochrome tone of it all could often merge figure with ground. It would be of no surprise if a simple miscalculation had been made between brain and vision.

Numerous times, Jett had told Elvira to consider others when greeting them and the girl truly had tried to learn the ins and outs of politeness but sometimes, just sometimes, she’d forget. Especially upon the initial greeting. “Ah, sorry... I should have warned you about that, Are you-”

Elvira tuned out those around her for a moment. What she thought she saw was something black, something not solid, either. Not in the sense of the desk beside her or the window she’d just fell through. It was moving in a way that Elvira had never seen such a part of the anatomy move before. Were eye sockets that lenient? Were eyes themselves meant to be entirely blank and move so fluently?

An overwhelming urge to solve the questions riddling her brain encouraged an arm to reach out towards the new, startled, mystery case of hers. Elvira was sure she’d measured it out right - the distance between her and him in front of her. Despite her careful planning, her hand didn’t come into contact with his face. Within a macro-second, she realised what had happened while she’d been distracted with her own ponderings. She must have spooked him a tad, for he was falling back. Quickly, too.

“I just wanted to-” Almost instinctively, she’d reached out to grab a hold of Donny’s hand and tug him back up. Bad mistake. Had she taken the time to finish her analysis of him like she often did when meeting new people, she would have realised that her 110lb had nothing on him. She wasn’t particularly strong either. How on earth had she thought this would work out? Elvira found herself facing the same hard-grounded fate as Donny.

Donny landed flat on his ass, 300lbs of fleshy and jelly hitting the classroom floor with a loud thud. Were he alone that would've been the end of it; Donny falls, gets up, wipe off his pants, and moves on with his life. But Elvira had to play hero. She reached out and grabbed his hand but she simply lacked the strength to stop what was already started. She was pulled down with Donny and would share his fate of falling onto the cold, unforgiving floor.

But not if Donny had anything to say about it.

While Donny wasn't the fastest nor sharpest of the class, even he could react to accidents with instinctive quickness. When Elvira fell after Donny he was quick to pull her towards him, to save her from the tumble at the expanse of himself. This caused Donny to fall onto his back and nearly hit his head on the floor. In exchange however Elvira would be saved from all of that, though instead she'd have to fall onto Donny’s soft and squishy belly.

As Donny impacted the ground and Elvira landed on top of him, his inner body shifted. While nothing looked too odd on the surface (aside from Elvira landing on him), on the inside all of Donny’s bones contracted tightly together to withstand the impact, which would result in Elvira sinking a bit deeper into Donny’s body than one normally would. She also bounced off of his body as if she just face planted onto a bed, and would continue to bounce until the momentum of her fall dissipated. In short, for a brief moment Donny was incredibly squishy.

”A-A-Are you alright?”

Twice she’d fallen today and twice someone had been there to catch her. Just like before, she had a soft landing pad. To Elvira’s amazement, Donny’s squishy stomach turned out to be a lot more entertaining than that part of the body could be. She found herself subtly bouncing; a motion like the one experienced when jumping up and down on a kid’s bouncy castle. Now was that luck or was that luck? Granted, the boy’s physique didn’t look solid but the brunette had never reasoned it would be this doughy. Unfortunately, it was true that in both cases, the one saving her from thudding against the floor bered the brute of the consequences. Upon falling, he’d come within a hair’s breadth of slamming his head against the floor. She’d have to thank him for that later.

Elvira looked up to Donny’s chest, paused, then carried on up to his eyes. Bow. He needed a bow. Stuffing coming from his spongy belly too but something told Elvira humans weren’t exactly full of the same sort of stuffing as her teddy bear. “Mhm…” The girl seemed to be processing something, for her tongue came to press against the inner side of her right cheek, creating the impression of it upon the other side. She pushed herself off of Donny, and maneuvered her body to a kneeling position beside him. “Pchelka. You’re almost like Pchelka. Would you wear a bow?”

”What.”

As if things couldn't get weirder, the girl called Donny something weird and wanted him to wear a bow. He assumed a hair bow, though he wasn't sure why. He didn't exactly have the hair for it. As Donny struggled to get back up, his bones started to return to their supposed original places, which assisted Donny in lifting his body off the ground. This would have been easier if he didn't have to maintain the illusion he was a real person and not a slime inside a person shaped bag.

”I mean I g-guess if it was a pretty bow or something. Did you h-h-hit your head?” As Donny sat up he noticed that much to his misfortune, he had utterly crushed the granola bar in his hand. Not only did it feel crumbly in his hand, the impact tore the casing and caused crumbs to fall on the floor. ”Oi blyat.”

“Bad word.” The girl immediately blurted out. Force of habit. Back home, her real home, Big Brother was always using it and her mother would magically swoop in and snap that short, ‘lil, phrase. Elvira had been severely scolded whenever attempting to use it herself. “No, I… didn’t hit my head. You saved me.” The phrase was said with lacklustre - not the tone you’d imagine a heroine in distress to use at all. Well, you could open up a can of tuna for her and she’d call you her hero. Her proclaiming you her saviour wasn’t exactly something to be particularly honored about.

She turned to face Donny, noted the crest fallen expression upon his face. Something incredibly soul-destroying must have happened for him to react so negatively. Was that because of her? “Is something the matter?” Even before asking, Elvira found herself leaning over to peer at what had the boy’s focus.

When Donny was falling over, all three involved had predicted the outcome but only Donny had thrown in some way of preventing a gruesome end. It all happened so fast , Jett just couldn’t think up a solution of his own quick enough. He wanted to quickly teleport behind and brace him, but when he tried to do so it just didn't work. Shocked him so much that his quirk didn't engage when he wanted it to, that he didn't have time to actually grab onto Donny or Elvira.

Confused at this he didn't say anything or try to pick them up, looking at his hands and wondering what happened. He knew he was tired, he knew he had enough energy for a tiny jump only a few feet away. But when he tried it, it just wouldn't work. A sense of fear came over him as he thought back to his childhood where he had zero control over his powers… was it happening again? It wasn't like he didnt have control over his thoughts at the moment. He knew what that felt like. But it was the fact that it was not engaging that worried him...maybe using it too much in the battle? No.. he could still do it even after his limit. It would hurt him, but he could still pull one out. He touched his side of his head...was it because of that last fight?

His attention was brought back as he heard Elvira ask if something was the matter. He glanced down to see the granola bar on the ground. The fact he offered him one and seemed so focused on it now, he could tell that it probably meant a lot to him. “Uh…” still slightly confused with what just happened a moment ago, but forced his attention to situation at hand. It was a fluke.
Nothing was wrong.“Sorry bout that… I'll get you a new one for your troubles.” He glanced at Elvira and then back at Donney. Offering his hand to Donny to help him up and also Elvira as they knelt next to each other. Bracing himself with a wide stance he helped both to their feet and then said to Donney “My name is Jett Haven, thanks for the offer to help me up.” keeping the hand he had on Donnys and offering a firm shake.

”Oh. N-No problem. I mean,” Donny looked at the mess on his hand and on the floor, then back at Elvira and Jett. ”That's was uh…. T-That was for you. Cuz I thought y-y-you were tired and h-hungry from all the fighting and s-s-s-stuff.” Donny took Jett’s hand as soon as Elvira was on her feet and stood up. Donny was careful not to spill anymore crumbs as he ate the rest of it, wrapper and all. He didn't want to give Jett a ruined granola bar. ”Uh… D-D-Donny’s the name. D-Donny Yang. Nice ta meet cha.” He bowed his head towards the two.

Elvira’s eyes narrowed somewhat at the boy who had now introduced himself as Donny. Clearly, his quirk must be optical illusions because she was pretty sure she’d just watched him eat the entire wrapper. “Elvira.” She finally offered up. “Haven. Elvira Haven.” It seemed odd, pronouncing that last name with her own first name attached. Especially out loud. Sure, she’d said it aloud in front of the mirror, to people who lived closeby to the Havens, even mumbled it to herself from time to time, but she never thought of volunteering it to a new acquaintance at this school. Doing so made it feel that much more real. “I’ll make you something to replace it… don’t know when you’ll get it.” She looked towards Jett, her frown becoming more pronounced yet her voice remained unchanged. “Jetty often eats anything I make before it’s even cooled.”

Jett looked at Donny with an odd look as he ate the wrapper. One way to clean up after yourself. But he smiled at him as he said it was for him. “Thanks Donny, that was kind of you.“ He said in a cheery voice. Glancing at Elvira as she added his last name to hers. He smiled even more, as she only been with his family for a few months yet she wanted to take their name as her own. It made his mother so happy to hear it as well. She always had wanted another child besides the three she had. But she couldn't do so anymore due to medical reasons. It said a lot to him personally how much she took to their family. It had a good ring to it, that was for sure.

He then looked back to Donny when she offered to make him something. “It's true, it's worth the burn. She makes amazing baked goods. I'll try and resist so you can get some.” He said with a chuckle. He stretched backwards by putting his hands on his hip, he felt a large Pop in his back. Letting out a sigh as the tension in his back went away from Elvira landing on him.

Donny looked at Jett and Elvira and smiled. They seemed like nice people. Elvira was even going to bake him something! ”That… S-Sounds nice.” Donn tried slowing down his speech so reign in his stuttering. Poking his fingers together he was already excited about eating whatever sort of cake or cookies Elvira had in mind. More for his dinner he'll be making later. It did give him an idea. ”Maybe we could… Bake something… Together.” Donny was thinking of making some bread, though that was more of a passing thought.

Elvira always did enjoy a baking buddy. Often it was Jett but someone who couldn’t sprinkle the flour on the rolling pin without pretending it was fairy dust could get to even the most patient of bakers. “Yes, I would like that. Very much.” With a nod of her head, the offer was happily accepted.

Speaking of thoughts Donny remembered something and glanced at Elvira. He looked a bit nervous because he was dimly aware that she may or may not know Russian, while he was dropping a few slurs he learned from online gaming. But there was another thing she said that made him curious. ”Um… What's a P-Pchelka?”

“Not a.” Elvira held up a finger to indicate she was about to correct Donny’s slip up. “He. Pchelka’s a really good friend of mine.” That spark within her eyes returned and her hands suddenly seemed a lot more animated - gesturing along with her words and even . The girl never got excited like this unless it was about dear Pchelka. “He gives the most amazing cuddles. He’s so soft, cute, sweet and huggable. Maybe when we’re baking you can meet Pchelka. You look just like him, only...” Elvira dropped her gaze and tapped her finger against her lips. Something seemed to be troubling her. Deeply.

Donny smiled a little. So Elvira was basically comparing him to a teddy bear. Compared to other things people has called him in the past, a teddy bear was one of the better names. At least, if she is comparing him to a toy bear. Maybe a puppy. Or considering that she may be a Russian, it could be a very real bear she just tamed. Donny would humor the thought. However she seemed to suddenly change from excitedly talking about Pchelka to quiet and troubled. Donny wasn't sure if she was deep in thought or if she just stumbled across a bad memory.

Thinking quick on his feet Donny tried to change the subject. He didn't really know a “safe” topic, just anything that would take Elvira’s mind away from whatever may relate to this Pchelka person/thing. And there was one subject Donny was always eager to talk about. ”What sort of food will you be baking?” Donny asked, quite notably without a stutter or any difficulty. He took out his cellphone and showed Elvira and Jett the coupons he saved. ”I was going to buy a pie later, but if we're going to be making something perhaps I could go buy ingredients? I like anything really, but I've been really craving something crispy and sweet.” Donny tried his best to sound eage, not too hard considering the subject matter, and tried to get Elvira’s mind on it too, which would be slightly more difficult.

“Hmm?” One must remember that whatever Elvira’s eyes were scrutinising was what had her attention. It took a while for them to shift to the faint glow of Donny’s phone screen. Coupons? The brunette rewinded what Donny had just said. “The… ingredients?” Ah, for the baking session she’d just agreed on doing. Mere seconds and she had already partially forgotten about that. Not that she didn’t want to partake in the activity, of course she did. More so that her mind had begun to drift from the present at the mention of Pchelka and the… new addition. “No, no. Jett can pay for that. We ruined your food so we’re equally going to remedy that.” Funny how Elvira got to do so by having fun whereas Jet was stuck to the financial end of it all. “As for something crisp and sweet, what about Tula gingerbread? We can make all sorts of patterns on the top of it. Mo- Somebody taught me a few secrets.”

[color=firebrick]”P-P-Pay? It was only a candy bar…”[color] Fonny didn't quite feel right making Jett buy the ingredients over one old granola bar he probably brought from a vending machine. Still it was putting Elvira back into a better mood so Donny wouldn't struggle too much. ”... Jett should at l-l-least use my coupons. A-And that sounds delicious. I've never had gingerbread before. What should we have to drink with it? Soda? Tea? Coffee?” Donny was about to suggest milk, but he didn't want to come across as childish. Even though he loves milk.

“Apple juice. The ones in the small cartons taste better than in the… the…” Ah, the word had slipped from her mind. Elvira meant to use the exact opposite of her preschool preference. What did the twins always use to call it? “Poury-out one.” That’ll do. “Jug."Jett simply interjected Donny seemed rather elated about all this. Was this what people often referred to as passion? Or an obsession? Weren’t obsessions supposed to be bad?
Also don't worry about the coupons. It's on me...apparently. ” He added with a carefree tone. He didn't mind paying for it, Not that he had a real job. He didn't have time for it with his training and school. So his father made a deal with him, if he got high grades, while helping around the house he would get paid for it. His father was dead serious about teaching his kids about hard work and responsibility.
Course this would come out of that, But if it meant he got some baked goods as well from Elvira...totally worth it.

Looking around the room he noticed kauske glancing his way, He flashed one of his lazy crooked smiles towards her. Hopefully she didn't see him fall flat on his face. Not very smooth of him. She was standing by the girl...who he was apparently searching for, So she was apart of this class huh? Also that Pink haired chick who jumped through the bloody window. When looking at mamoru his shoulders dropped and his eyes narrowed. Great...

He wanted to walk over and talk to both the new girl and Kauske. But decided against it, He already made multiple initiations attempts to talk to kauske. He didn't want to look like the lost puppy dog always following her around. Besides...Class was about to start according to the clock.

But before he could move he saw that the six armed amazonian got up and left when she laid eyes upon him and Elvira. Touchy subject with the dancing then? His lips turned into a thoughtful/amused frown. Apparently she didn't like people seeing her dance.

Shrugging it off he sat down with a sigh and knocked Elvira's chair back down. He did glance over just at his left and down and notice a pair of gym clothes under Kauske's desk....that were MASSIVE. Why was she holding onto a big pair of gym clothes that looked even too big for him?

@Norschtalen@Silver Carrot

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Ahh. Nothing better than a shower when your body had been horribly beaten up. To be honest, the feeling of scraping away the sand and dirt on his face was really satisfying he could really feel himself floating in the air without the usage of wings. What an exercise for the first day. What could be better to gauge the abilities of others by an interesting fight? Acion believed he did fairly well with it. He did make mistakes, but ultimately, he ended up accomplishing what he wanted: capturing and holding C at all costs.

After the treatment and the quick shower, the white-haired angel returned to his former self - straight and prideful - as he marched back to class. Halfway, or rather nearly, there, he noticed another student, a girl with six arms and a gas mask rushing out of class with a pace so quickly Acion had thought she was participating in some sort of fast walking competition in the Olympic. The thing he noticed was that this wasn't an Olympic track, and that she was coming out from his classroom.

'That's weird...'

Was she his classmate?

Appeared so. But why wasn't she present in the training?

For some reasons, he felt strangely curious towards her. So instead of heading inside, he decided to quietly follow her. Of course, he kept his distance, to not make it like he was stalking her like some freaks. When she entered the restroom, he stood around ten meters away from the entrance, his back leaned against the wall, his wings in his usual wrapping position. He shouldn't be entering, obviously, because it was a girl's restroom. She appeared to be interesting to talk to.

@Norschtalen

"Damn. Oh well. I'll simply have to take care of Glitchy boy in my own time. Thankfully I have an entire year at the very least to get back at him." as the jeep rolled up, Toni followed the Angel and the naked meatball of Donny after Teach Yoshida. Surprisingly enough Toni came out of the rumble at Point C with little more than some nasty bruises and maybe a little whiplash, nothing really worth bothering a school nurse with.

"Better get out of this PE stuff..." having a quick shower and getting back into more regular attire, Toni slowly cleaned her glasses to a mirror sheen, going over her fight in her head. Could she have done better? Reacted quicker? Taken better advantage of Jett's quirk limitations? Maintaining momentum is a double edged sword for teleportation, so she wasn't wrong to do so, however she lacked the knowledge that he could teleport things other than himself.

"Sigh... I suppose I should have known that no one has a 'standard quirk'. There must have always been conditions to his quirk, like there are for mine. He maintains momentum and I didn't see Jett go anywhere that was out of his line of sight... maybe a smokescreen will be useful? Can he go through a window? Hmm..." putting her glasses on her forehead, Toni wandered back to the classroom. She honestly had little idea if her team had won or lost. It would be nice if the team had won, but the point of the exercise was partly to 'prove' themselves to the teacher and, well, all chaos aside no one seemed to fail in that regard. The shower overall left Toni rather drowsy as she slid into the classroom like she was Tom Cruise in Risky Business, her fresh bruises leaving that almost comfortable ache of having done a good job.

"Relax, everyone. No need to worry, no need to fear... I'm here now. Hold the applause, please." Stretching out as if she had just woken up Toni let all the tension vanish from her as she collapsed into her chair, draping herself over it. Looking around the room she spied some students she thought she didn't recognise... leaning backwards and seeing the classroom with an inverted perspective she scanned the room, glasses defying gravity and sticking to her head.

"Something... is different. Something... new. You're new. I better step it up then! New people tend to steal the spotlight after all~" pointing to Elvira sat up straight and considered moving over to investigate further, but had that odd feeling that as soon as she got out of her chair the teacher would come in and demand everyone to take their seats...

"Huh? Kenichi? No, I fought the boy from the support class at Point A...No wonder he looked fresh. He didn't fight Fumika. Kenichi did."

Mina was taken off her guard by this, and was now starting to get a better picture in her head about what happened at Point A. She barely noticed Dulga leaving, but she did, caught her eye, and gave her a weary nod, as if to say 'I don't blame you. three's a crowd.' With Dulga gone, Mina turned her attention back to Mamoru. "What about you? You weren't attacking Point B while I was there, and you weren't at Point A, so that leaves C. What happened at C? Seems to me that's where most of the action was."

Mina had been half-paying attention to the interaction between Jett, Donny and Elvira. She'd have to make friends with Elvira herself. 'Everybody else is," she thought bitterly. But...why was that a bitter thought? Mina decided to ditch that train of thought completely. So that girl was chummy with both Jett AND Darkmatter. So? That didn't bother her. That didn't bother her at all.

@Norschtalen@Quebexy@Lucius Cypher@Aerandir

Ezra had made his way to the classroom after getting changed. He wasn't particularly fond of the school uniform, but he had taken some liberties with his footwear on this occassion as they were still pretty sore from kicking a gigantic stone tablet into rubble. He was at least happy that he could look fresh on his feet if nowhere else. Letting out a small, slightly arrogant smile, he approached the door with his natural aura becoming more and more prominent as he got closer and closer. It didn't hold the power of a quirk, or something akin to All-Might's natural presence, but it held strength from a commanding standpoint. It was almost as if he was telling people to respect him without doing anything, natural imposition in essence.

However, his small grin didn't last for long. When he came into the classroom, it was somewhat of a shitshow. It hadn't started yet, and there was people lying on top of one another and all sorts of crazy shit. Ezra was pretty used to this, as things tended to be worse than the current events that were taking place even when a teacher was present in the room. He knew he couldn't pull that in this caliber of school though, so he was confused as to why everybody was dicking about when they should be trying to look presentable and intelligent in case a member of staff were to walk in. It annoyed him that he was seemingly the only person thinking this way when there were plenty of wealthy people in here.

His eyes lit up as he spotted Jett. He had a cracking fight against him a small while ago, and honestly, didn't like not having a win on his record. A draw was nothing to be ashamed about, but he was annoyed that he hadn't flat-out won. It gave him something to look forward to, if anything though. He analysed the room for other faces he could garner interest in, and spotted a girl that was taller than him.. wait what?! Somebody was actually taller than him, and it was a fucking girl? Was he hallucinating? He was already a ridiculous size for a Japanese teen, especially at his age, but for somebody to be at least 3 inches taller than him was absurd. He had only really noted it amongst adults, and they tended to be foreigners, but this one was Japanese too as far as he could tell. He didn't want to talk to her, as she appeared to be swamped, but he didn't particularly feel safe around her. She had the same aura as certain gangsters that he used to live near, and if that meant anything, it struck him as dangerous. Not that he didn't like a threat, but he wasn't exactly looking for them, else he wouldn't have come to this academy.

Ezra continued scanning the room until he had found somebody of interest. The blonde girl that had supposedly drew Kenichi to a tie. If what he had heard was true, Kenichi was one of the strongest students in the class, so a girl like her who looked relatively unimposing and didn't particularly hold a strong presence at all to her was.. fascinating to him. He tended to be able to smell out the strongest in a room not purely based on appearance and body types, but also based on presence, but this girl was sort of like a happier version of the depressed gravity one that had fought Acion. He figured he'd speak to her.

"Yo, heard you slapped up the main character? How'd'ya manage that?" he spoke with his accent coming out strong yet again as he stared her down. It wasn't supposed to be threatening or rude but it would seem to come across that way to her or anyone viewing the scene. Ezra was genuinely trying to see what type of power she must have had to beat the kid. He cracked his knuckles and his wrists as he talked, it was a trait that he had that made him feel more comfortable as he talked.

@Feyblue

Fumika blinked, giving a tired stare as an unfamiliar voice addressed her. Why was there a shadow over her? She hadn't thought she was sitting under a tree. Trees shouldn't be indoors. So it probably wasn't a tree then, especially because it was talking to her. Trees didn't normally talk to her, and even if they did, she wasn't sure what she'd say to them. But, then again, she wasn't sure what she'd say to people who talked to her, either, so the problem was likely on her end.

...Oh, right. If he wasn't a tree, then he was probably a person. She looked up. There were indeed no trees to be found, but rather just a very, very tall boy with messy black hair. It looked soft and fluffy, though, rather than leafy and green, which was what she'd expected from a tree, or a tree person, or a person who just so happened to coincidentally remind her of a tree. It probably would have felt nice to pat his head, but sadly, he was simply too tall. Even if she was standing up, she'd probably have to stand on her tiptoes just to reach, and she was too sore right now to want to stand up anyway. Hmm... But Yoshida was fluffy too, and he was shorter than her. She reached over suddenly as Yoshida whined something about "romcom protags" and patted him on the head, ruffling his hair. It really was fluffy and soft. Now she could relax and turn her attention to the matter at hand.

Right. The not-tree had been asking her how she'd managed to "slap up" the main character, which was probably Yoshida, because he had the main character seat and she hadn't fought anyone else, so unless he was mistaken and was talking to the wrong person, that was probably who he meant. But she hadn't ever slapped him... Although she had sucker punched him in the jaw, which might have looked like a slap from really far away. But to even see her and what she was doing at that distance...

"You have really good eyes," Fumika said at last, her own eyes wide in obvious amazement. Then she stopped, though about it a moment, and then shook her head. "Or maybe you have really bad eyes... I didn't slap him, but I guess it might have looked like it either way." She shrugged. Now that that was addressed, he'd asked how she'd done it, so it was probably best to clarify that, next. "I punched and kicked him a couple of times, though. I also threw him through a wall and put him in a box. Well, it was actually more like I put the box on him, but then he was in it so it turned out the same either way. Oh, and then we played tug of war. Me and me and I won, but we also lost. But then I used Haruka's special move and the wire man and the shiny girl and a gasmask and...! and..." She trailed off and her antenna drooped suddenly. "And I can't actually remember anything after that, so I think then I passed out." She sighed. It was strange not being able to remember something that had happened to her. She liked taking naps, but burning herself out always just made her feel so... unnatural, she supposed. She was always able to remember things in perfect detail, but when she ran out of energy, her memories would always become hazy and unclear. Her father had told her that people normally remembered things that way all the time, and it was their Quirks that were special, but Fumika couldn't understand how people could recall anything that way. It was all so vague. She didn't like things to be vague. Everything was hard enough to understand as it was.

Oh. Right. The not-tree who was actually a man who was really fluffy and tall was still here. She stared curiously up at him, wondering if there was something else he wanted. He was doing something strange with his hands, too... Fumika began fidgeting with her hands in mimicry of his own motions, because when he did it, it made some kind of strange cracking noise, but when she did it, the most she could manage was a faint pop, and she wanted to know why that was. It felt uncomfortable, though, so she stopped. And that unpleasant sound... Did that mean...?

"Are your hands broken?" She asked innocently. "The sound they make is weird. You might want to have someone look at them."

The conversation had gotten interesting fast, at least for Ezra, though he didn't quite know how this girl felt about it. Speaking of which, he didn't really know her name. She seemed to look at him in a way that he hadn't really experienced before yet. Rather than fear, or anger, or aggression or some sort, she seemed to look right through him, and to be honest, it rattled him. He was somewhat afraid actually, and it made him laugh. Considering his background and the people that he had dealt with, one of the first people to unnerve him was a cute little girl. Her gaze seemed to bore right through him, as if he was nothing, merely another leaf in the wind. He settled himself, before letting out a smile.

It seemed that she had taken everything that he had said literally, as she seemed to think that Ezra had saw her fight from point B. His eyesight wasn't particularly bad, but it definitely wasn't anywhere near the level that was required to see from the point he was at all the way over to A, even when he was at B. That'd require some extremely good genetics or a quirk. She then went on to talk about slap. He forgot that many of those who didn't grow up where he did didn't recognise the terms he used, so slang should have been cut to a minimum, but he found it annoying to have to speak proper japanese like those rich cunts. He figured it's more fun to have people guess what he means. Her description of the fight was interesting though, he was surprised that she had been able to land that many blows on Kenichi, but then her description got weird. Something to do with Haruka, though he didn't know who that was. He assumed it was somebody in the class, which made a lot of sense for him and eased his mind about the girl. She probably wasn't that strong, fighting a 2v1 is pretty exhausting even for the best of people.

She then expressed concern about his hands after attempting to do what he was doing, and he noticed that she failed to create the sound that normally came with clicking knuckles. He actually knew about this, the scientific reason for it anyway, and even though it felt awkward, he was always telling little facts about irrelevant things to entertain his sisters. He had looked into whether knuckles cracking was bad for them, and as it turns out, it wasn't. Was merely the air between the joints creating a noise, so he figured he may as well tell her. She seemed strangely familiar to one of his sisters. Perhaps that was why he was kinda afraid of her.

"Don't worry about em. You gotta put force into em' if ya want em to make the crackin' sound. It ain't bad for ya though, it's only a bitta air in between the joints." he spoke with a smile as he crouched a bit. He didn't realize he had done it, but he had often done it when talking to his younger siblings in order to have a more face to face conversation, so the awkward reality had already hit him once he had already crouched out to demonstrate.

@Feyblue

"You fought Roy? Huh. That would explain why I didn't see him around Point C... Bleeeh, no one follows the plan around here." Mamoru seemed a bit irked, but she supposed that she couldn't blame her teammates. A wise man once said that no plan survives first contact, so she supposed that it'll only make sense that despite how much thought went into their strategy (Admittedly Mamoru doesn't remember much of it because there wasn't much of a strategy to begin with) things change once they fight their enemy. Mina then asked Mamnoru what happened at C, to which Mamoru seemed to look really confident and started telling her story.

"Heh, well our plan was to secure Point C to make best use out of Acion's flying ability. Open space and all of that. So me and Acion rushed to Point C and get ready to defend it when your guys came blitzing in with a truck! It was a real mess. See, there were a couple of hills with construction vehicles on them. That truck ramped off those hills and a few of the vehicles fell into the area where Point C was being contested, and the truck started kicking up a whole bunch of dirt and dust, making it impossible to see. As you can imagine, when you got some sort of madman driving around in a two-ton vehicle, no one wants to risk getting in the way of that. Even Acion, our Ace-in-the-Hole, could only shoot blindly into the dust cloud and hope for the best."

Then Mamoru smirked and pointed a thumb towards herself. "However a true hero doesn't hesitate. As soon as I figured out the rough pattern they were going in, I dove right into the dust cloud. If I had let them keeping kicking up dirt and driving around, we'd never be able to take Point C! Sure, maybe that's because normal people won't try to go head-to-head with a truck, but we aren't suppose to act like normal people, are we? So anyways I was in the dust cloud and I got hit by the truck. But a little bump wasn't going to stop me: as I was airborn and about to crash into their windshield, I noticed two people inside of it. So I figured that what I'd try to do is take them both out at once. So I crashed into the windshield, kicking the driver out and knocking out the other a smack. Unfortunately that other guy was Sen, you know, the one with the gas mask? Anyways he already passed some gas and that paralyzed me, even though I managed to knock him out myself."

Mamoru seemed awfully proud at getting nearly ran over, crashing through a windshield, and becoming paralyzed. But she also wasn't done talking yet either. "Aya, if it wasn't Sen I could have still stayed and fought at Point C. I was pretty beat up but that wouldn't have stopped me. But his paralyzing gas... I'll admit, that was pretty scary. I've never been paralyzed before. I thought I'd just have a hard time moving but it felt... Worse then that. Like not only was I unable to move my arms and legs, but I felt like my organs weren't moving either. My lungs just started slowing down, my heartbeat lessen, and of course I was bleeding out from all the glass and such. I honestly though I'd die! Plus I'm pretty sure I heard one of his teammates saying something about finishing me off too, and the dust cloud was still too big for the rest of my allies to come in and do anything about it. It was a really sticky situation."

Sitting her butt onto one of the desks Mamoru tried to remember what else happened. Frankly she didn't really get to see or do much after that, so all she had left was her own thoughts. She pulled one of her legs up onto the desk, wrapped her hands around it, and leaned into her knee as she looked towards Mina. "After that Mr. Yoshida came by and picked up Sen. He didn't get me until later, so all I could do was lay there and bleed for a bit. Not knocked out mind you: I was conscious the whole time, even though I felt my own body shut down. Anyways I was later picked up and went to Nurse Kiwi. Ugh... Don't go to Nurse Kiwi. Trust me. It's for the best." It was at that time that Donny came over with a familiar object: Mamoru's Aegis! "Aw! Thanks Donny! You're a peach." Taking her shield back Mamoru twirled it on her finger like a pizza before causing it to vanish. She didn't want anyone getting hurt by her stray shield after all.

With Donny here and something that Mina mentioned before, Mamoru glanced at the two with a smirk. "That reminds me! While I know what the plan at Point A and C was, what happened at Point B? Donny said that he'd go over there by himself to take care of it. I was defeated before I could see what happened, but Donny looks no worse for ware." Donny seemed to look down embarrassed so Mamoru turned towards Mina instead. "And you were at Point B too, weren't you? Just what happened over there? Donny sounded so confident that he could take on anyone at Point B, I really wish I could have seen for myself what he's capable of! I mean... I'll be honest, and no offense Donny, but you don't really look too strong. But I shouldn't judge a book by it's cover yeah? So c'mon! What happened? Whachu do?"

@Silver Carrot

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"I love apple juice!" Donny said ecstatically. Of all the juices apple was his favorite. So sweet and tangy. It's too bad his parents always buy orange juice, thinking it's healthier. While Orange Juice was certainly tasty, it had nothing on Apple Juice. Elvira seemed like like the juice boxes which was cool with Donny. The only thing he didn't like about Juice Boxes was that he never found them in a big size; they were always so small! Now Juice Cans, those were the bomb. Specifically the concentrated stuff. His grandparents made some canned concentrated apple juice for their cider and that stuff was the best. If Donny hadn't already eaten all of it he would have let Elvira try some. "This sounds like it'll be fun. A-And even if Jett is buying, there's some stuff I w-w-wanna get for myself too. We can go shopping t-t-t-t-together!" Donny said excitedly.

As he spoke Donny glanced around the room a bit. He noticed a few people enter and even one person leave, and his eyes eventually fell back onto Mina. He had caught her glancing at him, or perhaps just in his direction. Suddenly Donny felt a pange of guilt but he wasn't sure why. "What is this feeling? Why do I feel like this? ... Is it because Kosuke is my friend too? Yes... She was my first friend. She accepted me for what I am, and I'm ignoring her because... Because why? Am I scared? Scared of my friend? Why..." Donny gulped and looked a bit nervous. He glanced back at his desk and just had a brilliant idea to try to talk to Mina in a way that wasn't too awkward or strange. He looked to Elvira and Jett and bowed his head towards them. "I just remembered something I needed to do, please excuse me!"

Donny went back to his desk and took something rather big out of his bag, then walked towards Mina and Mamoru. "M-M-M-Mamoru-san, I f-f-found your shield at Point C. I-I-I didn't use it or a-an-anything, but uh, s-so here..." Donny handed the shield over to Mamoru who seemed fairly grateful. Then she made her shield disappear and Donny remembered her quirk, making him feel embarrassed. Of course he knew how Mamoru's quirk worked (She had explained it to him before) and he had completely forgotten about it. Worse still Donny just wanted to use this chance to chat with Mina a bit, but Mamoru had to bring up Donny's role at Point B. No doubt Mina knew exactly what happened at Point B, and Mamoru was pretty much making it obvious that Donny was Darkmatter. Donny himself just looked down and played with his fingers trying not to talk about it.

"Uh, w-w-well n-nuthin really I just you know... I was t-t-there and s-stuff..."

@Aerandir@Quebexy@Silver Carrot