GodOfWar

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Banned for parentheses around your numbers.

SLime-O

>Just invert his color and shape.

My Hero Academia: Evolution

You have one inch on Shiori and you are calling her shorty? Reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

@Inkarnate

Shortie

My Hero Academia: Evolution

U M E

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• Ishin Academy, Sapporo (Japan) •
_{April 7th -- School Grounds}

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"I guess this place is just as cold as I thought.", Ume mumbled to herself as she walked, her arms crossed over her chest to insulate both her confidence and body-heat. "In both terms."

The auditorium introduction had not had the greatest effect on the Freshman; her stride was still that of a readied, new school-girl. Not worried or chilled like many of those who walked around her. For that was what she was; a readied, new school-girl. During the preliminary interviews and examinations for Isshin, the air of strictness and unrelenting structure had been well established. This school was one that took their business with a grave seriousness, and Ume respected that. "The speech that was given to all of the attending students was just a loud reinforcement of that", the girl told herself. This was one of the reasons why she had worked and applied for the second-best school in Japan: It wasn't happy-go-lucky, like so many of the other schools. There was progress that had to be made here. Still, even with those thoughts, a cold tone could still be felt by Ume sleeking through the crowds of hesitant first-years. Hopefully such a vibe would extinguish itself after the first day, but it was here to dominate for the time being. The cold interior of a prestigious school; just the place for students to succeed.

As she slowly walked among the herd of students, Ume's thoughts began to wander much like that of what curious first-year always do before the first class of the year. What kind of friends would she meet? What kinds of projects would she be assigned? Who were her teachers? How big was the classroom? What kinds of quirks would she see in action? Would anyone see her quirk?...

Ume's mind gave into a slow stop as the last question crossed her mind. Her latex-covered hands drifted to her turquoise ponytails as she kept walking, the last question sticking itself in the way of all the others. She started to nervously twirl her hair as a new stream of question walked themselves across her consciousness, parading around in a way that was all too familiar to the young lady. "What if they do see my quirk?... What would I do? We might do basic training, or even quirk testing today in Hero studies. They'll have to see it eventually, But..." Ume adjusted her necklace with subtly shaking fingers. "I've already thought through this before, why should I think about again?.. There's so much more I could think about.. Other than my quirk." The tingling sensation of a developing itch made itself apparent on Ume's right hand, causing her to look down at the appendage in her ocean-thick thought. "I should have applied more ointment today, anyways. I might accidentally itch myself... Wait, what then? Where would the cells go? They could go anywhere... Even on a person. Oh god, not a person, anything but...", Ume's mind continued. Replacing the past, pleasant thoughts of a new school-year, Ume trotted along with her eyes glazed as she ran through her thoughtful routine. "I think I'm almost to class... I can't turn back and apply more medicine now... I'll have to get through homeroom and do it in a restroom later, I guess.", the young lady mumbled to herself as she came towards the classroom sign of 1-A, her eyes lifting themselves from the ground and towards what seemed like her potential classmates. "I should stop thinking about it, really. At least a for little bit..."

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The sudden absurdity of the situation she stepped into caused Ume to not be able to stifle her laughter, her chuckle ringing clear and sharp as she watched the toppling dominoes that were her future classmates. Through previous serious preparation and expectations, Ume had come to expect her peers to be a readied and competitive bunch. Instead, the young girl was treated to a hilariously awkward situation beyond her control, but just inside her sense of humor. She allowed her grim thoughts to suddenly dissipate as she enjoyed this comic relief in Isshin's tense environment, letting go of her turquoise pig-tails before she twisted them too much. A short, black-haired girl seemed to be pinned by an invisible force as a boy and jelly-women watched, her face beat-red and her body squirming nervously. The turquoise-haired girl heard only a little bit of what the black-haired girl said, her voice muffled by whatever was on top of her and her own embarrassment.

“Can you… uh… get off? This isn’t how I exactly wanted to get close to my classmates! I ain’t this kinda girl, okay?”

Ume slowly recovered from her fit of laughter as she approached the girl, her composure returning to her and her eyes scanning the scenario to see exactly was on top of the girl. If there was anything on the girl, that was; for all Ume saw, it was just thin air that pinned the student. Hopefully this wasn't just some nervous fit the prone girl was having after being pushed. "I'm sure you aren't, shorty.", Ume responded to the girl's cries, bringing her foot to experimentally feel the air suspended above the girl. "Well, shoot, there is something here.", Ume said aloud, surprised as her foot made contact with dense nothingness. By the feel of it, it seemed like she was putting her foot on someone's invisible hip. That couldn't be it, though. Could it? Hesitantly, but not yet cautiously, Ume gave the invisible object a brisk shove off of the black-haired girl's torso and onto the ground. A low thud sound confirmed that something had been there; how peculiar.

"My name's Ume. You alright?", the young lady greeted as she helped the still flustered girl off the floor. "That was a good laugh. You guys should consider becoming a comedy troupe. You'd make good money", Ume continued, now looking back at the watching boy and jelly-composed girl as she started standing up herself.

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My Hero Academia: Evolution

<Snipped quote by GodOfWar>
Fluff image reference I used had sleeves, so.

but not stockings or gloves, smh

@Inkarnate

Sorry, I guess I didn't catch that. I've been doing my kids' mass of school paperwork while skimming over a lot of the info you guys have made. I'll hunker down tonight and get a good read on everything that's happened.

My Hero Academia: Evolution

@Inkarnate@DruSM157 Are the standard-issue Sailor Fukus sleeved, being in the middle of the mountains and all? Can those things even be sleeved?

My Hero Academia: Evolution

I'm working on this post a smidge. Anything y'all want me to go over?

@Inkarnate

Something I think that would be useful is the extent of which Ishin officials will allow a fight to progress; we see in UA they keep a rather lenient code on fights due to the presence of Nurse Girl, but how far does Ishin regulate fights after they go a little bonkers?

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Im getting killed it seems

@liferusher

It's more of a "Mosquito-specific Interrogation"

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Posted!

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Gankona looked around at the students as they filed in around him, with the boss having nothing to say to his casual greeting. Karada, though looking very dazed and surprised, was gradually regaining his composure as he approached Lorken and the goat-boy. Kaz seemed much like he had been yesterday, but with much more bed-head. Rikka was the worst of the group; her attire and attitude made it seem like she had not slept at all. Looking towards the stern faced Lorken, Gank quietly listened to what his principal had to say on the first formal day of school.

"Thats for my property you broke and tried to hide. Next time it happens and im not told, your punishment will be much more severe."

The goat-boy stifled a chuckle as he watched the unprepared Kaz get punched straight in the gut by Lorken's growing agitation. The absent-minded kid didn't suit so well with this attack, of course, which made the whole scenario a lot more funny to the onlooking goat boy. However, such humor would not be long lasting.

"Karada and Gankona. The mess in my fucking kitchen. Nobody bothered to pick up after themselves before retiring, leaving the scene without any effort on your parts to right the wrong. Congratulations on becoming the new house janitors."

Gankona didn't have time to process his punishment before being squarely hit in the chest with a sloppy mop and broom. The wooden handles bounced off the goat-boy's uniform and onto the ground in-front of him, prompting Gank to bend down and grab them along with Karada. His sly smile had no been replaced with a more serious expression as Lorken continued his commands.

"You want to disrespect your roles as heroes that's fine." ("Bingo.") "But I'll be long dead and buried before I let half-idiots like the two of you ruin my sanctuary. Gankona and Karada, you will be cleaning up the broken wood and blood from yesterdays initiation. Don't expect any help or any food until the job is done right. Kazuto, for spraying a classmate with bug spray you are going to assist them. I expect the walls of my gymnasium to sparkle, and the back lawn to be cut. Push mower is in the back shed. As for Rikka, you will be dealing with every mirror and window on the property. I expect this all done before the practical combat training this afternoon. Dismissed."

The goat-boy sighed as the mass of students started their way out of the dorms behind Lorken. Of course the boss was pissed; why wouldn't he be? Lorken seemed intent lashing out this ire about the state of his household in a rather constructive manner, however. "Being nice again, huh? I like the restraint", Gankona thought. He might as well take over the job of wall-washing; a lot of the students around seemed to be either average or under-average height. They would have a harder time reaching the tops of the blood-splatters than the true ram.

Gankona spoke as he passed Karada on his way out, "Be careful with that leg of yours. You still have the limp."

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Whilst entering the gymnasium to begin his new janitor duties, Gankona caught another glimpse of the sullen-faced Rikka. She had had time to put on her tie and other shoe, but seemed still in the many stages of grief after waking up. Her eyes seemed big and buggy, however, as if she was really trying to adjust to the hardships that had already bombarded her. Poor mosquito girl, you could almost pity her.

"Wait, Mosquito? Bug bite?..."

Gankona slowly scratched his back with the broom he carried as a sudden realization flashed through his mind. His face hardened as his gaze burned white-hot daggers into the now filthy mosquito girl's back. Even the goat-boy wasn't stupid enough not to see the immediate connection. "Why, that little bug...", Gankona resentfully thought, his mind wandering to the invasion of his privacy and the advantage Rikka had taken of him. "And when I'm sleeping, as well! She couldn't even dare to ask", the goat-boy thought again, quickening his pace as to catch up with the girl's lithe frame. His hands clenched into fists as he loathed the thought of having been so secretly attacked.

Rikka was now preparing to clean the windows, her wings spread out and her washcloth and bucket sitting beneath her. As she dampened her cloth in soapy water, Gankona slowly prowled behind the unsuspecting mosquito girl. The girl's wings began to flap and her body started to quietly hover above the ground. At that moment, before her take-off, Gank found it an appropriate time to give her a little... talk.

Quickly grabbing Rikka's left-most wing between his thumb and fore-finger, Gankona brought his head down from behind the mosquito-girl's head as to start talking to her in a rather intimidating whisper. "Hey, Rikka, I was wondering. Have you tasted any goat's blood recently? It does horrible things to a mosquito's stomach. Sometimes turns them straight to mush; it's an evolutionary trait they developed overtime. But I was just wondering, anyways. I've never tasted any. You haven't had any, either, have you?". The goat-boy tightened his grip around the mosquito girl's papery wings. "Especially mine. That'd be an awful way to repay me for stopping Kaz from spraying you entirely yesterday."