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Location: 1-B Classroom, Eirei Academy, Shibuya
Yui slipped a hand over his mouth, partially covering his amused grin. Who would have thought their homeroom teacher would be one of those types? For shame.

For a moment, the hologram flickered off and then on again, and Yatagarasu-sensei reappeared with her Quirk in bloom. Briefly, Yui’s thoughts wandered elsewhere. His previous method worked well enough, even with its.... drawbacks. Still, it wouldn’t hurt to refine it a bit. Speaking of refining, that promotion to four-star hero was tempting in more ways than one. If he had known the top two ranked students would get rewarded with a “star-up”, maybe he would have put in more effort. Then again, the risk probably wasn’t worth it. Aside from that....

The Furious Five, huh?

And he was going up against the strongest one, too? This day was just getting better and better. Win or lose, a battle against the so-called strongest student in the school would be a treat. It was almost enough to convince him to be nice until Christmas. Almost.

Scanning the list of his teammates, Yui raised an eyebrow. Shirakawa Kagari, Todoroki Hinata, Todoroki Naito, and Akatsuki Chinmoku. A five-on-one battle with two of the three new students on his team, huh?

Well, that was interesting.


Training Ground Sigma


Was this even legal?

Was the question Yui found himself asking nobody in particular as he changed into his gym uniform. He didn’t dwell on it for too long, instead giving himself a once-over and humming quietly at what he saw. The uniform definitely wasn’t the most concealing clothing he’d ever worn, that was for sure. The skin-tight nature of it did nothing to hide his build, unlike his usual attire. Certainly, he wasn’t one to care much for what other people thought of him, and he was nothing if not confident in his physique besides. Even before his Quirk kicked in, he’d had to keep himself in perfect shape. He did enjoy living, after all. Oh, well, at least no one could see the scars.

The real problem was the fact that he wasn’t allowed to use his armour in the battle. The Eirei gym uniform may have been sturdier than its appearance might suggest, but it could not serve as a replacement for his tech. Unfortunately, it was all he had, and while he was no prude, he didn’t exactly fancy running around naked on school grounds because he accidentally disintegrated his clothes. That meant Redline (as if) and Mach anything was probably a no-no, but everything else was theoretically still on the table. Eh. He’d figure it out later.

Fighting with a handicap wasn’t anything new to him, anyway. It was nostalgic, in a sense.

What was new, however, was the No.1 hero swinging his way onto the training grounds from out of nowhere. Yui was suddenly struck by a reminder that Spiderman was an alumnus of Eirei and a fairly recent one at that. The way he spoke with the second years only compounded that fact. He let the hero’s words wash right over him in favour of figuring out what he was doing here.

There weren’t many reasons for a hero of his calibre to be here, and considering what they were doing today, it was almost a no-brainer. Yatagarasu-sensei’s admonishment only served to confirm his assumption.

“So,” Turning to his team, Yui flashed them a grin, sweeping a hand through his messy hair, “What say we win this?”


Location: 1-B Classroom, Eirei Academy, Shibuya
Yui was.... conflicted.

On one hand, he'd confirmed the quality of his network to a degree, having accurately reported a Nomu sighting to him. On the other hand, things had gotten just a tad bit out of hand after following it. The mayor being a villain was less of a surprise to him than it probably was to most people. If there was one thing he knew, it was that power was far easier to obtain when one didn’t overly concern themselves with petty “morality”.

How ghastly to even think about!

Yui glanced down at his Hawkspad as his thoughts trailed off. Apparently, at least according to the footage of the happenings inside the classroom, they were meant to be going on a joint training exercise with Class 2-A. What all that actually entailed, Yui couldn’t rightly say. It could be a competition, to try and bring out the competitive spirit between the classes. A competition of sorts, maybe? Perhaps, it would be a no-holds-barred clash to decide the superior class once and for all. Most likely, it would be some boring event led by Class 2-A to do something he couldn’t care less about, though he was open to being surprised, as always. At the very least, they were going on a field trip to Otheon. An excursion outside of Japan was always welcome. A bit of research was probably in order before the time for the trip actually arrived though.

Then, there were the new transfer students. The Todoroki Siblings and one Mischa Belic. One of the twins was apparently Quirkless. A slow smile spread across Yui’s lips at the thought. It was always a wonder to see one of them among the Quirkful like this. Further evidence of just how uninteresting the average person really was. The other twin had a Quirk that was fairly similar to his own, so that was interesting, in more ways than one. His was still better, of course. The only problem he could foresee from the two was the fact that they came from America, and he had heard less-than-stellar things about them. He’d form his own opinion on them later. The other transfer student was neither Japanese nor American as far as he could tell. That was something he’d have to figure out later, too.

Oh, and Himura-san was elected as the female class representative. That was fine, he supposed.

Soon after the announcements, the hologram’s message ended and someone was revealed to have been sitting behind it the whole time. Someone...?

Yui’s footsteps paused for a moment.

.... Was that a furry?

His eyes were drawn away from whoever that was to something else, and Yui barely stopped himself from rolling his eyes. Oh. It was just Takari doing Takari things.

Seeing his destination coming up, Yui breathed a soft sigh, collapsing the footage and removing his Hawkspad from his bracer. Almost immediately, its generic screen returned and he pocketed the device. One of his fingers tapped his bracer absentmindedly and a voice chirped from the device.

[95% remaining.]

His steps came to a halt in front of the classroom door.

A hero is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.

.… That might have been a wizard, actually. Well, whatever. Time to get this day over with. With that final thought, Yui made his way into the room.

“Pleasure to meet you, senpais. Let’s try to get along.”

Preferably not, though.


Location: Pier
Interaction(s): N/A

Syl barely paid any attention to the conversations going on around him, not that he had much of a choice. A lazy smile rested on his lips as his fingers danced to a soundless tune beneath his purring Espeon’s chin. When Sai wanted attention, she got it.

That didn’t mean he was entirely out of the loop, but it did mean he mostly caught bits and pieces instead of full sentences.

The Pokétopia Foundation had gathered quite the group for their grand opening. Everyone here was famous in one way or another, even if he didn’t recognise many of them—Professor Sycamore might have been right about him needing to find a hobby. He couldn’t help himself though, they were just too entrancing for him to step away. Training and researching were two sides of the same coin, and both sides were his passion. It might have–

Huh?

The grumpy girl, uh, whatever her name was. Anyway, something she said finally brought his attention back to the group.

“Oh? I’ve got a Salamence who’d take that as a challenge. What say we put them to the test? We could even–”

Ah, there was the captain.

Syl’s eyes wandered past the captain to the Machamp following him. Well-formed head ridge, developed muscles, and a healthy shine. It was certainly well taken care of if nothing else. It lacked the ruggedness of its more battle-focused brethren, though whether that was because it wasn’t one or it just hadn’t done battle in a while, Syl couldn’t say. Either way, it was a good specimen. He would have loved to have a closer look at it in his lab. That wasn’t allowed though. Apparently, he needed to “get out more” and “interact with people”. As if he didn’t get enough of that already.

“Esp.…”

Right. They were supposed to be taking attendance.

Syl flashed a smile, idly scratching Sai under her chin in thanks, “Syl Archer. Here and present. Nice to see you alive, captain. I feared the worst.”

Syl paused and tilted his head as he watched the Machamp pass by. Did he remember to pack his luggage?
@DarkRecon Just to be clear, Rift doesn't publicly operate as two people. Their costumes don't match for that exact reason.







Rift/Adrian Steele


Location: Nova City, Midnight

The night was supposed to go well.

And for the moment, it was.... but something just felt off. There wasn’t the slightest hint of police presence on the outskirts of the city and the night was quiet, almost deathly so. That should have been a good thing, the uneventfulness. And yet....

It freaked James out.

It was just his nerves, Hank assured him. All they had to do was get this meeting over with and then he’d be living the high life. He’d finally get to leave this shitty life behind and move on to the greener pastures he deserved. The words rang hollow even to his ears. This little crew of his may not have been the best in the business, but they got by well enough. A little robbery here, a little extortion there, and everyone walked away alive and happy. Well, they did. They were pretty low-key among lowlifes, so there wasn't much they could do without stepping on the toes of any of the bigger fishes in Nova City; supervillains, that is. It worked out alright though, as long as no one got too greedy.

But, even in a small group like theirs, there was bound to be greed. Festering beneath the surface, waiting for its chance to screw someone over. That’s why there were only three of them now. Tommy was a smart kid, but he could be a real idiot sometimes, and that was a bad combination in their line of work. It was only a matter of time before that pot boiled over, and when it did....

James grimaced at the memory.

It was a damn shame too.

It wasn’t all bad, though. It did end up leading them to this little opportunity they had here.

The building they stood in was old. The word was that the place had been abandoned for near a century at this point. Shit was old. John rubbed his hands together anxiously, and James couldn’t blame him. The place gave him the creeps. He never did understand why some people gravitated towards shitholes like this, or why they insisted on a set time if they were going to be late.

What was taking them so long?

The sound of several sets of tyres on gravel reached his ears and James sighed in relief.

“Feckin’ finally. Alright, boys, let’s get this–”

James didn’t jump. Of course, he didn’t. He didn’t scare that easily, and no one could say otherwise.

But anybody would be concerned if they heard the sounds of gunshots and screaming coming from outside a building they were in. There was a fight of some sort going on out there, but none of the men inside dared check it out. None of them were stupid enough to get involved in a firefight if they didn’t have to, especially with only two of them armed.

It didn’t take long for the noise to die down, and then all that was left was an eerie silence. The three men glanced at one another, and an unspoken agreement was reached. James swallowed thickly as he pulled his pistol from his waistband, his arm shaking more than he’d like to admit. He inched closer to the front of the building, giving his two companions a quick look over his shoulder to ensure they were maintaining a modest distance.

Before his fingers even touched the door, something slammed into it hard. The metal bent inwards from the force, and something sharp was shoved through it. This time James didn’t even try to pretend he wasn’t spooked. He scrambled backwards in a panic, firing off three shots into the door as he did. The other two backed right up with him, though Henry held his fire.

Jesus Christ! What the hell is that?!”

Calming his racing heartbeat a bit, James took a closer look at the door, his eyes squinting in the dim light.

Was that.... a sword?

Before he could even finish processing that revelation, the door was violently ripped off its hinges, sending all three of the men inside scrambling back once again. Then, someone stepped through the shattered frame, dressed in all black and wearing a mask that betrayed no sign of humanity. A sword was held loosely in its hand, dripping a familiar red liquid onto the floor.

The figure paused for a moment, tilting its head as if in curiosity. Then, it started moving again, and all hell broke loose.

The night had been going well. Just not for criminals.



“Are they.... dead?”

Adrian paused for a moment as he slid his blade across his forearm, wiping the blood on his sleeve. He barely spared a glance at the bodies lying on the ground around him.

“No. They’ll be fine.”

At least, that was the case for those inside the rundown building. The ones on the outside, on the other hand, well, the authorities would probably get there in time. And if not, they would reap what they sowed.

“Ominous....”

Adrian didn’t deign to give a response. His eyes swept over the area one final time until he was satisfied. Crouching slightly, he pressed a single figure to the wall and started to carve their calling card into the fading brick. It’d taken a while for them to finally decide on what it should be, but the end result was.... satisfactory.
WE ARE WATCHING


Location: Nova City, Morning


If Adrian needed sleep, he might have noticed the passing of time more.

As it were, though, to him the news of the Nova City Bank being robbed came not long after he was done “cleaning”. There was never a dull moment in this city, he mused idly. Cracking his neck loudly, Adrian stood from his low crouch, his muscles shifting beneath his skin as he did. Now, how to get there?

Hm. There were a few options available to him, but he was too close to the city’s outskirts to get to the bank in time. But, there was another way....

“It’ll take a few jumps if we go like this, but we can get there in about 60 seconds. Probably. I think.”

Well, dubious certainty aside, that was far less time than it would take him, so it wasn’t even a question.

“Do it.”

Closing his eyes, Adrian took a deep breath and let his focus slip. In an instant, he felt himself lurching and then nothing. He couldn’t tell for sure how long he was being twisted and shoved through space, but he could certainly tell when his feet finally touched the ground again.

“66 seconds! A bit off, but that’s fine! That’s fine....”

Adrian straightened himself out, twitching slightly at the feeling of his insides shifting back into place. He glanced behind himself, noting the shocked and wary expressions of the people behind the police barricade. Then his eyes landed on the bank’s front doors and he breathed a soft sigh.

“Looks like we’re not the first ones here. Let’s get started.”


Another antihero. Not the royal we.

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