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Ueno Haru





"You owe me two for this!"


Haru shuddered as Yusuke once again took a hit that was meant for him. For the second time today, no less. He knew that Yusuke would be alright, as he began to regenerate before his eyes, but knowing that someone is sacrificing themselves just to ensure that you’re not the one getting hurt…

Is this what the civilians feel when they see heroes get battered in battles against villains?

Haru wouldn’t have any more time to ponder that feeling when another of the villains appeared, calling upon his henchmen to fall back. His presence, his aura… it was all but overwhelming. Haru immediately readied another beam of light only for the sheer gravity of the new villain’s existence in that place to manifest quite literally. Space and time ripped apart as the villain imprisoned the heroes within a cage made out of visions and impossible timelines. The city turned into a true hellscape, even more so than when the Nomu from earlier had ravaged the streets. And far above them, a ball of fire beckoned, screaming death and destruction.

“Congratulations, Mr. Ueno. It appears that your son has an Inverted Quirk.”

‘Huh. Why am I seeing the day of my Quirk assessment?’

Haru looked at his four year old self. The blue skinned boy held an All Might action figure in his dainty little hands, his grey hair cascading onto the sides of his hair. He sat on his father’s lap, whose very presence dimmed the light around him. Like his son, the father had blue skin and grey hair; a set of mutations passed from generation to generation.

“An inverted quirk… so it is the opposite of mine?” The now-retired Pro Hero known as Storm Shadow asked the doctor while his son held the All Might figurine up here like it was a holy artifact. “A strange development…”

“Your wife being Quirkless could be a contributing factor,” the doctor replied with a shrug. “But we’ve been studying quirks for more than two centuries, and we still don’t know where Quirk Factors came from, exactly! Quirk inversions are rare, but in most cases, one of the two parents is Quirkless. If its an opposite kind of quirk, like ice and fire, you get quirk fusions, like Endeavor’s kids.”

“Hnn,” Storm Shadow nodded. “What do you want to do with your Quirk, Haru?”

“I want to be a hero, like you and All Might!”

Storm Shadow grinned. “And why do you want to be a hero?”

“I wish… I wish to make other people look and know that everything will be okay. Why? Because I AM HERE!”

“That’s the spirit…” Storm Shadow nodded. He set the boy down on the floor and bowed at the doctor. “Good afternoon doctor.”

“With a strong quirk like that, I’m sure little Haru will be a great hero one day.”




Heavy.

Everything is so heavy.

Haru groaned as he struggled against the gravitational distortion that the thrice-damned villain, Keyaru, summoned. He rose from the ground, his body protesting with every inch he defied the pull of the earth. Though the villain nor anyone else here would see it, for his goggled mask obscured his face, Haru’s eyes burned with defiance. No one tells Sol Invictus to just lie down and take an incoming fireball!

Haru stood up. Unlike some of the others, he wasn’t as tired yet. He hadn’t pulled off his supermove, Supernova, yet. He had yet to be injured beyond a few cuts and bruises. Still, being imprisoned in folded space, surrounded by illusions of shattered buildings, and a blazing ball of fire coming down like a proverbial Sword of Damocles, and his wounded allies all around him… one could say that this was as dire a situation any hero may find themself in.

“What can you do with your Quirk, Ueno?”

“I eat light and shit it back out.”

“No, really?”

“That is an abridged version.”

“I’m sure that you can do much more! You basically control photons, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Imagine all the applications, Ueno!”

Imagine.

And see through the lies.

Haru scanned the illusions all around him. None of this was real, of course. No one, save for maybe All Might and All for One, can reduce a city to rubble in an instant. And the abilities of this villain so far don’t line up with mass devastation. He was more of a manipulator of the fabric of spacetime.

Holograms are little more than lasers being manipulated in such a way that they form a coherent image. Lasers are just a concentrated stream of photons. And illusions… they are nothing more than photons being rearranged to make the beholder see what is not there. After all, sight is merely the brain’s interpretation of its reception of photons.

“I want to be a hero like you and All Might!”

Haru held out his hands and PULLED. He could feel every photon dancing upon every atom of air, on every quark that made up the most basic building block of reality. They were like grains of sand on a glass canvas, rearranged and manipulated to form a most sordid bastardization of what was real.

“Why do you want to be a hero?”

Separate the truth from the lies. The fake from reality. Put photons back where they should be.

“Because I AM HERE!”

The veil weakens.

Haru tugged at the illusion and ripped it apart with the sound of shattering glass. He could only imagine the surprise on the yakuza leader’s face as the intricately constructed lie unravelled and died.

Except…

That damn fireball was real?!

Would taking the radiance away from a fireball work? Haru didn’t know. But he knew well enough that he had to try. Kazuki was going to try to shoot the yakuza leader, and so Haru still had another role to play.

Haru reached out his hand to the fireball, willing it to go silent and snuff out. He wouldn’t see the result, however, as the restored world around him began to fade away, replaced by darkness.

Ueno Haru




Rather unexpectedly, the Nomu were handily obliterated. They were weak to fire of all things, and their weakness to it extended to the hot, piercing beams of concentrated photons that Haru so liked to use... which translated to the now Nomu that had a burning hole in its head. Uttering a prayer for whoever were the poor chaps and gals that got turned into the Nomu, the Luminous Hero looked around to see Yusuke no longer on the ground, regenerating the impalement wound with what he assumed to be a copied version of the Nomu's self-healing quirk. Hebi was not harmed, thank God. Meanwhile, Kanako looked like she had one hell of a headache. Haru would have taken that moment to reassess the situation and start cleanup operations. Matsuru had burned a Nomu's head straight off, something that Haru viewed to be a liberation of the tortured souls that might still reside in the creature-thing's mutilated consciousness. He wouldn't voice that, however, when Matsuru had blood coming out of his mouth.

"You should evacuate, stat," Haru called out to Matsuru from across the street. "I'll... ah, what now?!"

Portals. And villains stepping out of portals. What else was new?

Where Haru, Hebi, Yusuke and Kanako rested, things only took turn for the worse.

A redhead lady that's also in a business attire, appeared before them. Her voice sounded seductive as she commended Haru for his genuine performance with Matsuru. Her face showed light as well but of images of death, imprinted to Haru alone, hinting that she's taken interest of the young hero. Yusuke who was unconscious, has gotten up, he has copied the Nomu's super regeneration to heal himself.


Haru was immediately ready for a fight when the suited people arrived through portals of all things. What he expected from the apparent villains were words of hatred for wider society, perhaps a monologue of how they had it so bad when they were younger. It could have been anything. Instead, one of them, the red-headed lady, turned her attention to Haru, and Haru alone. She spoke in seductive tones, like a yandere of popular culture. Haru's face creased with cringe with every additional word that came pouring out of the lady's mouth. No, that wasn't a lady! What kind of lady would utter such crass things? It was unbecoming... and expected, for a villain. For what are villains, but deviants that vent out their frustrations unto the rest of society through acts of violence and general mayhem?

"First of all," Haru raised a finger, his whole body quivering in shock at the... things she said to him. It was equal parts a compliment and a twisted attempt at flirting. That, and the projected images of death on her face, which he tried to ignore as much as he could. "I suppose that I should thank you for the compliment for beating these creatures... And second..."

The area around him immediately darkened as he once started eating photons. "Don't call me daddy, damn it! I'm Sol Invictus, the Luminous Hero, not your 'baby'!" With that last word, a beam of light came shooting out of the sphere of darkness, heading straight for the red-headed lady. It would be enough to knock her back and hopefully daze her, perhaps cause some light burns, but it wasn't as strong as the beams Haru tried to blast the Nomus with. Even if she was... insane, the goal first and foremost was to capture and contain.
Ueno Haru





Of course the beam didn’t have much of an effect, Haru thought as the beam of searing light simply scalded part of the Nomu’s pale skin, but not much else. These creatures that were once men that walked the Earth had always been resilient, and Haru intended to test the waters, so to speak, before committing to a more powerful attack. As he took mental note of the situation with that particular Nomu, photons rushed into the void that had been created around him, revealing that he was standing in a combat stance, proper legwork ensuring that he can quickly dodge anything that might come his way.

That would be when that Nomu, Clap, yes, that was the monster’s name, finally turned its attention to him and Hebi. Haru readied to get out of the way while charging another blast of solar energy. Photons began streaming back in. He determined to try to blind it this time, sear away its eyes with the most atrocious light show he could conjure without expending too much energy. It would have been a kaleidoscopic explosion of colors as bright as ten suns put together, all shining in a small, concentrated spot. Nomu, for one reason or another, usually lacked eyelids.

That was something Haru wished to take advantage of. He didn’t know if it had sensory quirks to ignore getting blinded, but ripping away the foul creature’s eyesight was something he was willing to bet on.

That is, until it moved blindingly fast, catching him by surprise. “It is coming!...” Haru managed, before Yusuku moved in and became a shield, quite literally. The burning snakes that were his hair became one barrier, preventing Clap from turning the two heroes into red stains, but then Haru saw tendrils of… was that flesh? Tendrils of flesh penetrated Yusuke’s body. Haru imagined the pain must be unbearable.

He had nothing to say to the Nomu. This was no villain with a sympathetic backstory or small-time thief that could be reasoned with, somehow. A Nomu was simply that: a Nomu. A creature of simple thoughts and simple motivations, one that has shed all humanity to become the perfect killing machine. This world does not require the existence of such creatures!

“Close your eyes,” Haru said to Yusuke and Hebi as he made two glimmering suns in front of himself. Photons were once again consumed and redirected. The suns quickly crashed towards the Nomu, exploding into strange, scintillating patterns of kaleidoscopic light as soon as they met its face. Haru would then jump out of its way, not trusting that simply trying to blind the Nomu might be enough, and begin charging another, stronger beam of light.

Seth Montes

Helmut again raised a brow at Harper, calling her Chucky. He didn’t get the reference, but he guessed he didn’t introduce himself, so nicknames seemed applicable. “My name is Helmut Spielzeugmann. It’s a pleasure to meet you. And I assure you I would not waste my time peeping on female students.” He didn’t blush, but he did look at her with a grimace. He was not as lascivious or ghoulish as she assumed.


"I... won't even try the second one..." Seth said with a defeated tone. He had repeatedly repeated Helmet's second name in his head, but to no avail. He couldn't pronounce it! There was no way, indeed, that he unravel that kind of mystery right here and now. He was also afraid that he may accidentally cast a spell in the process. Maybe even an advanced one that he never knew about before. He just knew that something like that might happen!

"Shall we?" she nodded in the direction of the common room's table tennis table which was currently being ignored in favour of retro gaming...


Seth mostly listened in when Harper talked about the rules. "I have not participated in this game before," Seth said, interrupted for a second when Munnin randomly cawed and earned a side eye from Seth. "But... I will see how I fare." Maybe he could do with a little bit more beer than he's usually allowed himself to take. But would the fraternity like him anymore if they got the unfiltered Seth here? He was a telepath specialist, after all, and there are a lot of thoughts that he read that he'd rather erase from his memory. And yet, those sorts of things tended to burn themselves into the mind, like a brand in the side of a cow's ass.

No! He must win this game! He must win, as he always has! He can imagine Mom cheering him on at this moment, screaming and yelling. Go get them!

"Imagine having fought that long, and that hard. Only to be just... picked up. And walked off an edge to oblivion by a being so... committed to your destruction they didn't care about their own life because they already know they've won at this life, and you've lost. And you're unable to do anything to affect your fate." He continued speaking quietly to no one in particular. "And all you can do is writhe helplessly, as the unthinkable becomes... inevitable."

He turned away from the tv screen, opening his mouth and emitting a large cloud of smoke from his lips. "Fuck."


...what?

Seth didn't even try to read what was on Abisu's mind. Such words can only come from insane, mad thoughts. And he didn't want to have such thoughts at the moment. He didn't want to have portents of doom swirling in his brain. Not here, not now. There's a game to play! "Who's first?" Seth asked.
Ueno Haru - Sol Invictus



Location: Le'Nombril Restau

Food…

Here Haru was, away from his usual area of operations, walking to the exclusive area of the renowned Le'Nombril Restau. Very French, and very fancy. He wore his hero costume, outwardly consisting of a white cloak emblazoned with golden symbols that generally represented the sun. A helmet with an angelic-looking halo mounted behind it obscured his face, ensuring that the public only knew him as Sol Invictus and not as Ueno Haru.

At this time, Haru had been given a mission by Sir Nighteye. Rumors of a Nomu sighting had been circulating around and round here, and it was heavily implied that someone's actually mass producing those things again. Such gossip must always be taken seriously; the creatures, the resurrected corpses that had been jammed to the brim with as many Quirks as inhumanly possible, are and always have been difficult to get rid of. Haru recalled that Endeavour usually just burned their heads off… and again, does it really count as dead, if it already died? Nomu are just fleshy automatons, are they not? Very powerful automatons, one should add, but Haru pondered, as he ate the last remnants of his meal, whether the “license to kill” that could be acquired through interning in Hawks’ agency was needed to permanently take those out.

Hawks’, Best Jeanist’s, and Endeavour’s agencies were already looking into it, Sir Nighteye said. Haru needed only to join their efforts. He had only entered the Executive Top, though, when he heard a woman scream from the nearby street. Then, Yusuke, the quirk copyer in the class, made a hole in the floor using a mass of flaming snakes. “Of course it appeared just now!” Haru grumbled as he rushed to the three that were preparing to get into the action in the street below.

“Hey!” Haru called out to them. They were probably not aware that one of the Nighteye's interns (and another classmate) was already here. “I was sent here by Sir Nighteye to aid in the investigation, but it looks like we're going to fight… I'll go with you now.”

The thought of blasting the wrath of the sun into the Nomu’s face coursed through Haru’s veins as the nearby lights began to dim, their photons consumed by Haru/Sol Invictus.






<Snipped quote by The Man Emperor>

Harper Thane

"Actually, I just got lost, what the hell is this place?" Harper asked in her (natural) rather posh sounding Home Counties accent. She gave a well acted look of alarmed confusion,

Seth Montes

When Seth heard that Harper was just lost (or so she said), he immediately tensed up, trying to remember one of those more obscure spells. Was there even a spell for... forgetting? His specialty was telepathy, so mind-related spells would come easier for him, would it not? Ah, this was a conundrum! Could someone actually wander into the pocket dimension? He was pretty new here, so he wasn't sure. His hand reached for his wand, preparing to cast something, just something-

before abruptly grinning, and pulling her wand out of her back pocket, in part so Seth could see it, but also so she could flop down on the couch, next to Helmut, without damaging it. Wands were expensive, "So, want to show us your party tricks?" she asked the pair with a roguish grin, "It seems fair since you've seen mine - getting alcohol."

"Best one gets to join me for a friendly match of beer pong."

"Ayyyyy, yawa, Seth grumbled as he saw Harper pull out her own wand. "Don't joke like that! I thought about erasing your memory for a second there! Though I don't actually know a spell like that... yet... I think..."

Munnin cawed. Seth immediately rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I can talk to animals," he added, since Harper asked what his 'tricks' were. Telepathy is my specialty. Though it is quite... uh, how do I put it... distressing to use it here, in this college. There are many things I don't want to know that I do know now."

Seth took one of the beers and popped it open. "To be clear... I told Munnin here to peck me if I took more than one."
Seth Montes

As reality shifted and warped around him, Seth blinked at the bright, strobing lights. New sights, new smells, strange new habits to lay witness to and gaze upon! That is what joining the fraternity (and sorority, for there were also girls here) entailed. He had, truth be told, never seen a disco ball before. He had only danced (freestyle) to disco music, for it was, as some others might say, 'a vibe.' Either way, as he strode into the pocket dimension, he would be in the tail end (hah, tail) of a heated argument with the crow sitting on his shoulder. It had only been answering in caws, as a crow should, but Seth appeared to be holding an actual conversation with it. In his native tongue, no less, so unless there were other telepaths here that locked into his surface thoughts at the time, no one could understand him well as he basically cursed out the animal with a word that was sourced from Spanish. Maybe the crow had been insulting him or his family?

It took him all of one second to change his mood from supremely furious and melodramatic to that of pleasantness. He had brought with him a small karaoke set, the kind that you could bring in a backpack. Before he would start setting it up for the impending wave of silliness that would take over the party as soon as the drinks began filtering into the magical bloodstreams of the magical people here, he would nearly bump unto a cart filled with beers pushed by no other than the girl named Harper. Seth knew her from the class list and the Facebook Messenger group for one of the subjects they were classmates in, but they otherwise had no contact. "Ah, sorry," Seth said as he narrowly stepped away, "Harper, was it? Of course you'd be here. You're also... magic."

He looked over to the crow, who had just cawed, and hissed. "Shut the hell up!"
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