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@addamasI'll do what I can to help; for now though, you're posts pretty clean to me.
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@Pacifista@Leotamer@Riegal@Patches@McFazzer@Drifting Pollen@KRAZY J@Er0r@HeroicSociopath@addamas

Update is up. I'm sorry if I didn't wait for any unfinished interactions to take place; if you really want to continue them, you could still include them in your next post before reacting to everything that had happened. If you guys have any questions, feel free to ask. If any of your characters want to have some dialogue with Boro or even just a few questions, you can post your questions here in the OOC, on Discord, or via PM. I'll answer them out of the IC just to avoid having to wait for each other to reply to posts.

So far, the first round of posting gave me a lot to work with for the near future.

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@Pacifista@Leotamer@Riegal@Patches@McFazzer@Drifting Pollen@KRAZY J@Er0r@HeroicSociopath@addamas

Being showered by unwanted inquiries, maddening noise, and dazzling lights was definitely not how most wanted to start their day. Leaving oneself in a vexatious mood was more than acceptable given the circumstances they were in, but the same couldn't be said about all of the children. Some embraced the attention from the horde around them and chose to gloriously bask in the temporary limelight. In a way, having individuals who had such brazen personalities was an advantage for the rest since that only meant that less focus would be directed towards themselves.

Given the events that had taken place, it wouldn't be surprising if the names Satan and Ice Dragon started to circulate around the internet. Unfortunately, even among the silent and asocial ones, just having their appearances known to the public was enough to create a social uproar of some sort. Simply being directly linked to Tumble was more than enough to garner some reputation to one's name. Whether they would receive praise and be adored, or ridiculed and just be gossiped about, was anyone's guess. 

Suddenly, without any warning whatsoever, streams of odorless chalkish-white smoke erupted from the doors and windows of the agency, blanketing the streets and everyone in front of it in a thick cloud. Given the conditions everyone was in, specifically having their vision completely obscured, it wasn't that shocking that screams of anxiety suddenly filled the air. However, this moment of panic and fear was merely something short-term.

After what seemed to be a minute, the smoke that had flooded the streets soon dissipated along with the unruliness of those who were affected by it. Most were left dumbfounded though with what had happened; the children who everyone came to see, had vanished, while the doors and windows of Tumble's agency, were sealed shut.  

Albeit left coughing and slightly suffocated, everyone Tumble had chosen found themselves on the floor and inside the agency. How they got inside was something they weren't quite sure of; it felt as if they were grabbed and simply dragged inside the premises of the building. However, before they could put two and two together, they noticed someone standing in front all of them, who was apparently smoking a cigarette. Appearance-wise, he wasn't all that impressive; average height, typical facial features, ordinary attire, and a common hairstyle. But for some reason, their was an air of confidence that was exuding from his very being.

The young man let out several puffs of smoke before speaking. "Sup noobies."

With a conceited stride, he approached the group and crouched down. "The name's Boro." he said as he pointed upwards over his head. The puff of smoke he had just exhaled had transformed and slowly turned into his name before quickly dispersing into nothing. "When Tumble isn't around, I usually run this place."

Currently, Boro cared little for what the children thought of him or if they had anything they wanted to say. "Anyway, before our boss gets here, let's try being a little productive. Okay?"

After taking in a deep breath, Boro had let out a massive plume of smoke. Immediately, it branched into at least seven others that began to slowly surrounded everyone before completely spiraling upward towards the ceiling.

"Don't mind all this; think of it as safety measure." The fiendish grin that appeared on Boro's face just made his actions even more questionable for those around him.

"Let's get down to business. You guys are supposed to be turn into heroes, huh?" he slightly scoffed at the thought as he took a quick glimpse at everyone.

"Split into groups, probably three or four of you each in one group seems about right. Whether you like it or not, you're all gonna to end up seeing and working with each other more often than not. So talk amongst yourselves and get to know each other."

Boro turned his back and walked towards one of the corner's within their smoke-like encasement. "Oh, and before I forgot." He abruptly stopped and slight turned his head, showing the rest another one of his dastardly grins. "Whenever any of you feel like you're done, pick someone who you think doesn't deserve to be in this program and head over to me. We don't need any liabilities."

With that, Boro distanced himself from the children, sat on the floor and pulled out his mobile phone.

[OOC NOTES]: 
In the latter part of the update, if any of you try to come in contact the smoke, you'll notice that its as hard as steel right now. 

Name: Hiroshi Kimura
Alias: Boro
Quirk: White Out

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