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Yay, the teacher gave me a gold star.


Just going by what I got lol

Hey now. I'm not tripping over myself. I'm tripping over a pizza. :P


If you say so XD
Well, I finally posted. And by the way, wishin you all the best Ink.
K a z u o

> > > Ishin Academy, Sapporo (Japan) < < <
April 7th ~~ School Grounds



Things seemed like they were moving towards an escalation in the severity of the situation. The blue haired girl, Ume as Kazuo would come to know, was quick to reply to Nobu. He liked that. Hopefully others were as strong willed and ready to butt heads as her. He wasn't one for unnecessary conflict, but as with any other field, competition was the name of the game. This was no different than being a pro hero, even if the school took things to the extreme.

"Looks like..." Before Kazuo could continue another voice rose about the room.

“Hey! Idiots! What do you think you’re doing?”


He flinched somewhat started by the sudden appearance of another person. He turned to find to source of the voice and his eyes widened. Knightmare. Holy shit. He was shocked. His sister had told him god knows how many stories about the diminutive hero before and throughout her stay in America to work as a hero out there.

“And you! Moron number one! Get off that desk now unless you want to go home to daddy and say you got expelled for being a halfwit!”

When she began to speak to Noboru he couldn't help himself. He tried to hold it back, but a small chuckle escapes. He tried to hide it by transitioning into a soft cough, turning his face just out of the line of sight of the legendary hero. Idiot... He thought to himself with a silent groan. This likely wouldn't bode well for them. Still, his ears perked up as she continued.

“What? What’re all of you looking at? Never seen a teacher before or some crap? Did you think you were going to be instructor free?”

He wanted to respond. Comment on the fact that they probably weren't expecting to look older than their instructor. Comment on how it wasn't their fault she didn't give that commanding feeling by walking in the room out of her hero gear. But doing that would likely be akin to suicide for his future career as a hero. Boy, wouldn't his dad love that? He scoffed at the thought. Although, in retrospect it would have probably sounding like he was scoffing at the words of their apparent instructor. Still, this was gonna be an interesting experience for sure, given the colorful cast of would be heroes.
@Prince of Seraphs@ProPro@Skwint
Apologies, but there it is!

@Pathfinder
I understand if you wanna step back. But you should let us know. If you have been busy, or something came up, I'm fairly understanding. Just let me know when you feel ready. Even if only over PM.
Red Arrow and The Bat

Friday, July 30th, 2043
4:45pm - 15 Minutes "Before" Training.


Accel reacted much better than Batman could have possibly anticipated. Maybe that was what happened when you basically had all the time in the world to contemplate your next move. He could only imagine how formidable she would be if she had that mind and the speed to back it up. Soon there was a flash. The Bat let out a grunt a pain as he tried to cover his eyes and turn away from the flash. Then came the smoke. He could practically smell it as it covered the room and left him exposed. Like this, he could barely help himself. Though, lucking that didn't matter.

G-Man could hardly handle himself. He was at a loss, tripping over himself like a fool. Red Arrow had made his way to join the group and help take on the bat. He'd been paying a bit more attention though. He wasn't caught off guard. He was more accustomed to having to expect such obstacles in the battlefield. Still, Phantom girl was already on the move.

Batman felt a powerful surge flow throw him for a brief moment as the first strike hit him, only to manage to lift his arm knocking the next punch to the side. He shuddered feeling the girl jump through him. Katty was a natural. More than that honestly. If there was a "best" all around member it was probably her, though Red came in at a close second. Carmelita could possibly be considered in the running were it not for her predicament. Still, having recovered from the flash he turned his head to look in the direction of his attacker before leaping to avoid the sweep.

The big bad bat had only narrowly avoided being taken down only to receive a boxing glove arrow to the chest sending him back. "Shit..." Red grumbled as the bat flew back. That was supposed to be a taser arrow. Digital link with his new quiver and the tech that loaded his arrows with the arsenal of trick heads must have somehow been knocked out of calibration. It happened from time to time. The sadness that came with relying on things he'd yet to properly finish working on. Batman had warned him about this numerous times before. "Phantom Girl, don't give him a second to catch his breath." He said quickly moving toward Accel. Just one touch would be enough to help him take out the bat with Katty.

And yet, their trainer was already on his feet awaiting another attack from the team, a plan in mind, the stage set. He'd spent time placing a number of miniature devices around the base to close off the teams movements. It was a bit underhanded for a training exercise, but in the field enemies would do much worse. Much, much worse. And he wasn't about to let them off easy.
Totally my bad. The post most definitely will be up later today. I'd just gotten hit with like 4 different essays to do between last week and this week. Interesting enough, the topics for most of them have been fairly open ended which you'd think would make them easier, but the broad scope just makes it harder for me to narrow my focus since my brain is such a mess lol

Still! I'll be posting by the end of the day
Wafer D. Kite - Going Overboard?! It's Not What You Think!!



Kite couldn't help but begin to grow more impatient. These bastards were just kept coming. And if they weren't new fighters, they were fighters he had already taken out coming back for more. The young man was fighting on the bare minimum of energy a person in his position could be working on given the lack of food he'd been receiving. He'd been battered and beaten on top of that and he was so tired. He growled reaching back with his free hand to grab the other wrench on his back.

The shipwright pushed back another small wave of enemies before slamming the two wrenches downward, the open ends driving into the wood of the ship below him. He reached into his pocket and pulled his bandana out. He pulled the folded cloth into place over his forehead, pulling the ends back around his head. Once it was tied tight he ran his fingers through his hair. "Those of you who can't swim should stay back." Without another word he quickly grabbed the wrenches at the bases by the ring ends. He torn them from the deck of the ship and charged forward. The crewman of the King Crab that weren't instantly knocked out by the sheer force of wrenches against their heads would be knocked overboard.

Wafer D. Kite had a lot of anger to let loose. When he wasn't attacking the men he would attack the ship itself. The deck, the sides, barrels thrown into the crowd of men and over the edge. ropes were knocked out of place, if not completely smashed loose. Finally, the young carpenter got an idea. Krabbe was busy with the woman, and the other companion of said woman was looking for ways to put the claw out of commission. "I wonder how strong this ship really is." He said as he made a quick, strategic retreat from his enemies. They seemed confused for a moment until they noticed where he was. The Mast. Kite slammed one of his wrenches into it. There was a collective gasp and looks of shock.

"Stop the fool! The captain will have our heads if we let him do anymore damage to the ship!" One of the remaining crewmen shouted before the unit charged forward.

"Ooooooo~ How smart of you all attacking at once." Kite chuckled as a mass of sailors armed with swords and blunt weaponry came his way. He'd taken care of many wielding projectile weapons, making it a point that they would always be targeted first. Yet no strategy seemed correct. He may not have been able to stand up to Krabbe before, or even now. But he could handle cannon fodder to give his apparent saviors a slightly easier time. Still, he wasn't an idiot. He jumped upwards as a multitude of swings came his way. A few members of the crew were taken out due to "friendly fire". Then there were the swords now stuck in the base of the mast.

There was a look of fear on the face of one man in particular as Kite landed on his blade. These men were complacent. They could always rely on Krabbe and the Shrimp Brigade. And so here they were. "Idiots." Kite laughed before unleashing a heavy assault on the poor men before him. He turned using the force of his wrench to drive two swords, who's owners hadn't managed to pull free, deeper into the base of the mast. It was weaker. He swung again, and again, and one more time for good measure before the mass began to creak and shift. With any luck, it would fall like he planned and it wouldn't be embarrassing for him to yell "Timbeeeerrr!" He'd positioned himself behind it.

If it fell as he planned, it would be aim forward. With any luck it would drop down onto the massive claw at the front of the ship. This was wishful thinking. plans usually didn't follow through; especially when they were made on the fly. Maybe some of the luck that had carried him forward for so long had returned. After all, there was a reason he and his former crew had gotten as far as they did. Skill was a part of it sure, but it was more than that. Luck was needed. For a bit it'd just run out.
As I'm sure Prince must be busy, or gone for a good reason, I'll try and get a post up within the next two days to move along just a bit
I want to apologize! I'm still here, just got caught up with work and a few assignments. So within the next day I hope to have the post completed and up. Just got a little sidetracked.
@Inkarnate Take your time. Your friend needs your attention a lot more than we do.


Still, there are some who haven't been much around on the ooc. Should we do a roll call or something?
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