Corporal Lance

My life as an Anime Character

I've just noticed something for you to use if you want, @Azura. Look at Nana's description. Now look at the girl to the far left in the picture I picked up and threw across the room (the first clickable link in that post).

Ascension

Post finished. I added a blue arrow where I continued so you could find the new content more easily. Hope will be taking the physical exam first off.

My life as an Anime Character

I don't give a shit, dude. I was actually kind of expecting it, I've got Yuri's (chick who was me before I was) personality down pat to enable that.

See, Yuri was an upbeat and optimistic empath, someone who cares that everyone around her is happy and doesn't show anyone anything other than a dreamy smile. She's the kind of girl who gives her lunch to people who forgot theirs and goes waaaay outside of her own obligations to do people favors. She's a bit of a doormat and incredibly socially awkward. Yuri isn't shy, but she's a teen that acts like a little girl trying to act like a teen. She dresses in skimpy outfits that she thinks make her look like an adult and pretty, but she comes across as looking slutty even if she doesn't act the part. She's 17 years old and still listens to boy bands and collects stuffed animals and treats friends like children treat friends, like you should be friends with everyone and politics never come into play. Because of this, she's bullied by the girls she doesn't fit in with which causes her to try harder and results in more bullying. Yuri's well-liked by a good amount of people because she's sweet and kind, but anyone with a shred of jerk in them has made fun of her behind her back.

It's gonna be a huge switch when I come in. For one, I ain't playin' that game. No revealing outfits for me. I'm not going to bother with makeup at first because I don't know what I'm doing, my personality is pretty far off from Yuri's (I'm more cynical than that and my sense of humor can be pretty dark. Also spend a lot of time to myself), and I'm accustomed to telling people to fuck off. I don't know anyone here, either, so I'm keeping my distance until I can figure out who's cool and who's not and I'm certainly going to indulge in some delinquent behavior because A) I'm a grown ass adult so I'm going to talk to other adults like one, fuck honorifics, I'm just going to go to the fucking bathroom without asking, etc. B) I smoke a lot and drink on occasion and I'm not stopping that just because I'm a little girl now, and C) I'll probably take days off school sometimes if I think I need to get something done. So you have a cheery girl that wears cute outfits suddenly covering herself up, not putting on makeup, staying away from people, lashing out at teachers and other students, and acting like a delinquent. Everyone's going to think that I'm fucking depressed, and I don't blame them. Keep that in mind, it's a pretty big change from who Yuri was.

I'll introduce my own characters once we actually get to the classrooms, since I'm the only motherfucker in 3-D. It's kind of up to what happens if I actually decide to go to class right away or call in sick so I can get more information on who I am, the city, the school, and come in informed. Also cigarettes. I've been to Japan, I know there's vending machines for that shit and I'mma try to get me some.

My life as an Anime Character

@Corporal Lance Glad you liked it. Does my characters seem anime-like?

@Azura

So far, yeah. You've got yer tsundere rich girl, yer shy moe-girl, and the lazy guy who's somehow the main focus. I'll admit, I fucking lost it at the "BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!"

Ascension

Sorry it's taken me a bit, work is crazy and I'm trying to catch up on some other stuff.

I took some liberties with world-building, let me know if anything there isn't okay. I'll finish the rest of it by tomorrow and let you know, but I'm fucking exhausted right now.

Ascension

Hope shot the receptionist look a dirty look at her remark, although it resulted in a featureless gaze from behind tinted lenses and a modulated scoff. It almost had her thinking, was Phantasm really a good name? Come to think of it, someone would expect a heroine with a name like Phantasm to turn invisible or walk through walls instead of throw things with her mind. Maybe Poltergeist would've been better.
Nope. Fuck it. Too late to change it. She'd be Phantasm and she would own it.
"Thanks," the black and green psychic seethed, leaning her head in toward the glorified desk jockey to make her displeasure known. Seriously, was it a little much to ask to be some kind of polite? It's not like Hope had been rude or anything. Hope had the urge to tell the bitch to have a day as shitty as she was, but she didn't want to linger. Wasn't worth it anyway.

Through the other side of the doors was a grand hall, flanked on either side by framed screens. Each screen proudly displayed a hero or heroine in a victory pose. The pictures were actually emotive, showing names that would zoom in from the side, crackling special effects, and different variants of different poses. Underneath each screen were plaques giving the name and active period of each individual, along with a scan tag. Immediately to her left was the handsome visage of someone anyone in Marst would recognize: Mach Five. Hope tapped her wrist twice and held it toward the plaque, where her vision changed to show her some biography information and a short informative video. Her HUD was one of those shitty school-issued ones, and you had to get it really close for it to read anything, but it played information just fine. Sometimes she could even watch movies if the reception in her area didn't suck.

"Mach Five, the super hero alter ego of Victor Donahue, is a valuable member of Marston's history. Mach Five is most recognized by his catch phrase 'Gotta jet!'" the video gave the iconic hero's quote in his own voice. Neat. "stylized number five, electric blue costume, and trademark pointed helmet and goggles. Instrumental to Marst's founding, Mach Five holds the honor of being Marst's "First True Hero", and holds an impressive number of accolades to include the capture and recapture of fugitive villain Sector*, leading the evacuation effort during the events of Hurricane Leslie*,and the prevention of the mutual destruction of the earth as we know it*. Mach Five has proudly served for the greater good for over 23 years until his retirement in 2042, where he graciously accepted a position on the Board of Heroic Efforts* as the Lead Representative until his true retirement in 2056. Mach Five currently organizes Heroes for the Homeless*, a charitable organization founded by himself and his spouse, Nora Wales*.

Powers. Mach Five is capable of travelling at over seven times the speed of sound^{2392 meters per second} both on foot and in the air through the rapid vibration of his molecules generating overwhelming force, which Mach Five's body converts into energy to move at incredible speeds. Mach Five is cable of sonic class* maneuvers as well as flight*, super strength*, pyrokinesis*, aerokinesis*, and super durability*. While Mach Five has displayed additional feats of power*, these can be attributed mostly to his incredible speed and no other Gened abilities."

Hope was pretty familiar with Mach Five, considering that she volunteered for Heroes for the Homeless on more than one occasion. It was a pretty cool program where volunteers would work with top heroes to build homeless shelters, although she found herself going less and less when she started working at Traveler's Way. That and how she almost sent a hammer through The Screech trying to show off her powers. He still signed her shirt, though. She tried to activate a link to hear what they had on Mach Five's wife, but... it didn't want to load. Must be the steel walls killing the reception. Awesome.

As the young hopeful heroine ambled down the hallway, she lost herself in the moment. Mach Five was here, and just like her once. Just a nobody starting toward greatness. Ms. Indigo had to come through this hallway on her first day before she single-handedly ended the Rage Riots of '63. Zero Space once walked the same steps before becoming the first and only man to adjust the orbit of the moon. Jack Wild, Priestess, Major Magnificent, even El Matador had to start somewhere. And Phantasm was going to be here one day. The last screen was also the newest induction to the Hall of Heroes, Diamondback. Diamondback earned her spot a few months ago in The Blackout. The Blackout happened when Madame Metal sealed Marst in a shield dome, killing all communication to the outside world and interrupting all domestic services like water and power. The news hounds later found out that she was holding every life in Marst ransom in exchange for something classified by the military or something, but no one in The Dome knew that at the time. Hope, along with everyone else in Marst, was trapped for five days without contact with the outside world. It was terrifying. Nobody knew what was going on, what was happening, why. There were riots on the first night, roving gangs by day four. She was just glad it was over.

But Diamondback saved everyone. Even with a city of heroes, she was the only one to figure out how to get past the barrier to destroy the generators on the outside. Small wonder she was added to the Hall of Heroes so fast. Hope was about to hold her wrist toward Diamondback's plaque when she was shoved from behind.
"Whoops. Sorry," came a deep, throaty growl. The budding heroine turned quickly, prepared to release a verbal onslaught on the offender and came to find a giant, furry man with a punched-in face.
"I didn't mean to," he replied further, sensing the building tension in the young woman. It was then that Hope realized he took up the entire hallway. And that she was just standing there like a ditz.
"Oh! No, my bad! I didn't mean to get in your way," came a warped voice.
"I have a problem with running into things. Hard to see past my arms."
"No, it's okay. I was kinda spacin' out there anyway. Oh hey, I'm... Phantasm." Hope hooked a thumb to herself confidently even if her words weren't. It was going to be a challenge getting used to calling herself that.
"Mad Dog," the obelisk replied. Hope could see why. He kinda looked like a big, brown, walking pug. And the fur probably helped. He was clad in military-style pants similar to hers and a tank top that threatened to snap like string under his massive chest.
"So... can you turn invisible or something?" he rumbled.
"Nah, I can control things with my mind," Hope responded sheepishly. Shit. This was going to happen with everyone, wasn't it?
"...Super strength?" Hope continued.
"Bench of thirteen-eighty five. And I can hear a pin drop a couple blocks away."
"Cool, cool."

They'd started walking at some point, came to a fork in the hallway, and were stopped awkwardly at the intersection. "Mad Dog" didn't seem like he was accustomed to speaking much and Hope's mind was somewhere else.
"Whelp, I'm heading over to the gym. I kinda suck taking tests, so I don't want a low score on the hero's exam to kill my mood, y'know?"
"Yeah, yeah. I'm gonna go ahead and take the test first. Don't want to forget some of the stuff I was repeating myself on the drive here."
"See ya 'round, dude. Take care."
"Thanks. You too."
Hope peeled away from the fuzzy walking building to step into a large workout room. It was utterly massive, with a ceiling at least four stories into the air, specialized workout equipment (and some of the standard stuff as well), punching bags, wrestling circles, a boxing ring, and a pretty big court for basketball or something. There was a good mix of people of all shapes and sizes, in costume and out of costume doing a variety of workouts. It blew West Marst High's little weight room out of the water, that was for damn sure. Hope took the time to walk over to an empty bench, pull out her ear buds and queue up some heavy metal to warm up to. Light stretching and agility practice mostly. Hope noticed toward the back of the gym there were large vault doors with numbers spray-painted above. The wall overhead read "SPARRING ROOMS" in big font, and Hope noticed a line forming off to the right that lead up to a thin man in business attire that everyone would speak to before peeling off to enter.

Hope trotted over to join the waiting list of heroes and would-be heroes standing in line, taking her spot behind a tall girl with bat wings.
"'Scuse me. This is the line for taking the hero's exam, right?" Hope inquired, tapping the winged woman on the shoulder lightly.

My life as an Anime Character

That's some good wordsmithing rightcha. I liked the metaphor about reaching into your wallet being like picking at a carcass, that was pretty creative.

The various levels of freakout across everyone is certainly normal, at least from my perspective. I'm pretty unflappable myself, I've kept up a strong front while being mugged once and detained once, I'm freaking out because I think I'm either dead or I've snapped. Personally, losing my sanity is a pretty damn big fear of mine. I'm not 100% here, I get intrusive thoughts and minor hallucinations sometimes, but I can tell the difference between a hallucination and a real event so it doesn't affect my behavior too much. Going all the way down the fucking rabbit hole terrifies me. Normally, and I've kind of already started doing it here, I'd be focusing on forming a plan, weighing my options, gathering resources, and putting together information while I compartmentalize everything and freak the fuck out later when I have control of the situation.

I'm going to wait my turn until y'all's conversation is over, going to still be hiding by the door just in case. You'll see me later, but I'll probably be pretty illusive until I'm positive that you guys are in the same situation as I am. Until then, I'd act natural and try to fake like I belong there. Not playing the part of a moe girl, but at least like I'm a student while I try to figure out what the fuck is going on.

My life as an Anime Character

Azura hasn't met up with anyone just quite yet, but he started calling out for me after he heard glass shatter. The people talking in the hallway would be Azura who is yelling in the hallway combined with normal morning dorm activity, so we haven't actually met any NPCs yet.

My life as an Anime Character

Post up.

If you're still looking for a name for your military nation, how 'bout Efrya? Got it in a pool of country names in a random generator, kind of sounds war-like with the connection to Freya, a Norse goddess.

My life as an Anime Character

In moments the tidy room was a whirlwind of clothes, like the slide-open closet decided to vomit its contents everywhere in front of it. Why the fuck was I fixated on clothes, you might ask? Simple: it's productive. It's something to do that somewhat takes my mind off the fact that I'm probably a motherfucking Sailor Scout now. I'm not just searching for something to wear, though, I'm searching for any kind of hint on where the hell I am and why I'm a tiny little girl. This fucking suuuuuuuucked. I wasn't that coordinated before, but this was a whole new level. I'm not used to having such a short reach. Or hair that gets in the way. Or not having a dick, that's a big one. Yes, yes that's good. Stop panicking, get fucking pissed. I can use anger, I can focus on that, fear gets me fucking nowhere. Welcome to the shit show, front row seats. Outside of more shoes than I thought I'd ever need to deal with and lots of frill lacy things, I don't find a lot. Clothes mostly, some luggage, a hot plate. There's a schoolgirl outfit in there, a couple actually, what the hell else were striped skirts and long-sleeve button-ups for? But it looked a size too small even for this little girl. Was it supposed to be like that? No way in hell I'm wearing a skirt, fuck that noise. That limited my options, though, and they were already pretty goddamn limited. Short skirts, slightly longer short skirts, short shorts... Fuck yeah! Track suit, I can work with this! I don't know who makes a fucking tracksuit white outside of a music video, but I don't really care. I'm about to set it aside when I hear yelling. It's like barracks yelling. And that's not fucking good, not here it's not.

I freeze at first, and then I hear more coming from down the hallway. So my heart starts going turbo on me. I slink up toward the side of the door and lean in, trying to listen. There's conversation, mostly worried. Fuck, do they know I'm here? I need to be quiet, real quiet. Time seems to slow down as I hear movement. My breathing has slowed too, and I'm not moving. Still as a statue. If I shift my weight any someone might hear scuffs on the carpet. What then? They'd try to get in, could they get in? Do I lock the door fuck is the door even locked...!? Too late to check, don't move. The blood rushing into my ears makes it hard to hear and I can't stop trembling. If it's not locked, they'll get in. Weigh your options. If they slowly open the door and peer in, they'll see you so slam the door on their head then out the window if you have to. If they rush in and turn left toward you, step forward leg behind one hand on the throat and sweep. _{Shit I'm fucking tiny that might not work} Alright, alright, if they barge straight in stomp on their calf, figure four variation. Fuck man, shoulda grabbed some glass or fucking something. Okay, if they come more than... thre-four! Four steps in you run for it. Doesn't matter if you're barefoot, doesn't matter where you're going, if they catch you you're fucking hosed because you're a tiny little girl. This is Hell, isn't it? Oh shit this better not be what I think it's gonna be. Seconds turn into minutes, and I swear it feels like half an hour's gone by but I haven't been standing here long. Shaking, I can't quit shaking. Fuck fuck fuck what do I dooo? Quiet, just keep quiet. They probably won't hear you, then you can slip by later.