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In Fate/Secondary Genesis → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Berserker’s first swing missed, his clubs striking the ground with enough force to cause a small eruption of stone and dirt but both missing their target entirely. His eyes tracked the discarded human shield first, the cadaver flopping to the side and rolling across the ground as Assassin used it as a spring board, before turning to face the direction the other Servant had fled in time to feel the small calibre rounds peppering his chest and arms. The bullets fired from Assassin’s pistol either glanced off hardened muscles or sank into Berserker’s flesh, but in either case left no visible wound that the eye could see and Berserker himself seemed unbothered by the assault; if Assassin could see how little she had achieved she would surely be demoralised by it and find her attacks even less effective next time.

The Servant continued to fire at Berserker even as she crashed through one of the few remaining windows at the front of the hotel. Still howling and snarling the mad warrior tensed up as he prepared to leap after her, only to pause when he felt something strike him from behind. As Berserker turned around it would have been possible for those inside the hotel to see the pair of silver arrows sticking out from his back, the Servant raising his head to look at the rooftop the arrows had come from as three more struck his chest and one pinned itself in his left bicep. Though they clearly had managed to pierce his skin no blood dripped from the wounds, no pain appeared on Berserker’s face and much like the bullets that preceded them they seemed to achieve nothing.

Before he could be pin-cushioned any more than he already had Berserker raised his clubs and used them to shield himself, positioned them in the way of any incoming arrows or simply striking them from the air. Blocking attacks from six archers firing from five vantage points was difficult even for a sane warrior however, let alone a mad beast and several arrows managed to get past his clubs and pierce him; these arrows didn’t seem to sink as deeply into his flesh as the first did, as if the bows or archers that fired them had somehow gotten weaker after the first volley.

It seemed Berserker’s hardship was not yet over however as yet another Servant appeared in the plaza and opened fire, a single musket shot slipping between his swinging clubs to strike him in the sternum. The round breached the skin much like Assassin’s had earlier, but no blood issues forth, no visible wound remained and Berserker himself barely even seemed to notice the attack as he continued to parry as many arrows as he could.

Rearing back his head Berserker finally seemed to have had enough punishment as he let loose the loudest roar yet, shouting his rage to the sky above even as more arrows embedded themselves in his body. Above the plaza something began to form, a shimmering layer of air like a heat haze appearing just below the clouds until a moment later every manner of weaponry imaginable began to rain from the sky. All over the plaza, on the rooftops of nearby buildings, even inside the hotel lobby weaponry and armour of all kinds, spears, sword, axes, helmets, shields; every weapon and every item burned in tribute on Berserker’s funeral pyre, began to fall out of the shimmering air as Berserker unleashed his Noble Phantasm on his opponents, his Master’s puppets, the bystanders, even himself.

Amidst the chaos he had brought forth Berserker leapt towards the closest opponent to him, which at this moment happened to be Rider circling the plaza on her horse. Throwing himself in front of the charging steed Berserker reared back with his right arm and swung his club to kill the mount as soon as the other Servant was close enough.

@DrowsyPangolin@LukasVolkov@Reflection@Epsir
In Fate/esoterica → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
“If I am to play a part in your plans I need to know what they are, that is all.”

Despite his Master’s confidence Rider kept a watchful eye over the café and the street outside as Kazamyr ate. While launching an attack in the middle of the day and in front of so many witnesses would be anathema to most Magus, it didn’t take a tactical genius to realise that there was much merit to attacking an opponent when they felt safest; there were any number of more subtle or mundane ways of striking at a vulnerable Magus that wouldn’t expose the Holy Grail War to the public.

Fortunately they made it through breakfast in one piece and the two began to make the journey to the public library by public transport. “It’s hard to make any kind of guess when we don’t know anything about our remaining opponents. I would have expected more aggression from the Knight Classes or Berserker, but things have been fairly quiet. I take it your familiars haven’t found anything else? Tell me more about the Caster you saw last night.”

@Anza

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“Moving too slowly will also get us killed Archer. I can’t begin my preparations proper until I can at least find out what our enemies look like; so far I’m limited to making a simple poppet of the Church’s representative, which will hardly win us the war.”

Thomas carried two cups of tea back from the kitchen and placed one in front of Archer; taking the second he returned to his seat and went back to shaping the wax, now working on the finer details. The paper apparently had no information of note to give them, but just to be sure he would check it over himself later; if nothing else it would give him something to do while they waited for nightfall.

“Hmm, if you think it’s worthwhile. I daresay it’ll be a better use of your time than staying here. Keep me informed of any developments.”

@PKMNB0Y
In 𝕁𝕚𝕘𝕠𝕜𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕜𝕦 𝔸𝕔𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕒 | A 'My Hiroaki-demia' RP → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Quirk demonstrations, great. While Akeno knew that sooner or later there would come a point where everyone was familiar with everyone else’s Quirks, she hadn’t expected that they would be asked to make a public demonstration in front of everyone else before they’d even learned each other’s names. Her Quirk wasn’t the most dynamic or impressive, visually or otherwise, to begin with, meaning if she just went with a basic demonstration of what she could do she’d end up falling far short of the other students.

She needed more time to think of a good way to showcase her abilities before stepping out in front of everyone, so when Goudo-sensei asked for volunteers she was more than happy to let others go first. However, as she watched the other students show off she only became more and more dejected as more and more students outshone anything she could do in return. First there was short, tanned girl who enthusiastically ran forward to demonstrate her Quirk, firing a hail of bullets from her fingers at a dummy in a display that may have lacked accuracy or effectiveness, but was certainly flashy and intimidating. Next up was a girl with two-toned hair who showed off her Quirk by freezing over a bunch of dummies with a cone of ice; an aspiring Symbol of Peace with a former hero father and a Quirk like that? Some people had all the luck.

Next up was a guy with the power to rotate objects, which didn’t sound like much at first but seeing the way he was throwing that dummy around all Akeno could think was how much of a pain it would be to try and fight him hand-to-hand. The girl that followed him put on a basic, if somewhat sarcastic demo of her own Quirk; producing electric trap wires wasn’t as impressive as being a human machine gun or being able to flash freeze people, even if its utility should have been obvious, and Hayakawa Yasu seemed to realise this. She probably had the same thoughts at the start of this as Akeno was having right now; some Quirks just didn’t have the flare that others did.

The next two students went up as a pair which was surprising; had they known each other before today or did they plan this out at short notice? They were both mutant-type Quirks, a dragon and a plant, and they opted to demonstrate their abilities with an impromptu rescue mission, Yutsuko Soga carrying Haruka Fujimori through a simulated disaster zone so that Haruka could pick up the dummy using her vine-like arms. It was impressive if it really was a spur of the moment decision to team up, and showcased not just their Quirks but also their practical skills and teamwork. It really was a step ahead of everything else so far.

It helped her make her decision.

Taking a deep breath, Akeno stood up and walked out onto the floor as the other two returned to the bleachers. She hadn’t thought of anything that could compete with everyone else, after what she’d just seen she didn’t think she could anyway, she just didn’t want to be the last one to volunteer because she’d spent too long trying to think of something, trying too hard not to be the only student who gave a lacklustre demonstration. She couldn’t be afraid to show what she could do, in case people weren’t impressed. She couldn’t be afraid of anything.

Her Quirk wasn’t the best, she knew that. It wasn’t strong or versatile or even all that useful to begin with. Yet she’s managed to make it into Jigokuraku anyway, because her efforts during the exam had been recognised. Maybe the dark-haired guy outside had been right and she was only here because none of the other schools would accept her, but she stood by what she said when she said that this school would become what they made of it; it wasn’t a place for rejects and U.A. drop-outs unless they gave the world a reason to think that. Unless she made people think that.

She stood in front of all of the students, some of whom were paying attention to her while others seemed to have checked out, and bowed to them. “My name is Kudo Akeno. I look forward to having you all as my classmates.” Turning towards the teacher behind the control panel, Akeno reached for the zip on her tracksuit jacket and began to remove it. “Sensei? Do you have any dummies that can record temperature?” The teacher nodded. “Okay. Give me one of those.”

A panel slid open in the middle of the platform and a single dummy was raised into view. Throwing her jacket aside, Akeno then removed her white t-shirt, pulling it over her head to leave her with just a training bra and her tracksuit trousers. She hopped up onto the platform and walked towards the dummy until she was within arm’s reach of it; she then turned towards the rest of the students and began to address them. “My Quirk lets me increase my bodies temperature beyond what a person normally produces, making my skin hot enough to burn anything I come into contact with.” She extended one arm and placed a palm flat against the dummy’s chest and activated her Quirk.

Her skin turned a little bit redder and she began to sweat a little, but otherwise there was no outward sign that she was doing anything at all. However, on the plexiglass barrier between the bleachers and the court a number began to tick upwards as it displayed the temperature the dummy was being subjected to. It rose rapidly into the double digits before slowing as it approached 55 and stopped once it reached 62 degrees Celsius. It occasionally ticked over to 63 before falling back but otherwise seemed steady at this number. Turning her Quirk off and stepped back from the dummy, leaving a small warping in the shape of her hand behind but otherwise not leaving a mark. Akeno turned back to the bleacher again.

“I’ve also been studying Karate for most of my life and I’m pretty confident in my abilities as a martial artist. Sensei, can you have the dummy try and attack me?”

Almost immediately the dummy sprang to life, taking on a basic fighting stance and approaching Akeno. Adopting her own stance, Akeno sized up her ‘opponent’ as it slowly inched towards her. She didn’t have her gloves with her, leaving them in her bag with the rest of her stuff before the assembly, which meant she wouldn’t be able to use many punches this time around; a quick showcase of a few different kicks would be best then. Stepping forward and closing the distance before the dummy could react, Akeno lashed out with a roundhouse kick, her foot travelling in an arc to impact with the side of the dummy. The dummy bent from the force of the kick, folding over as Akeno backed away and waited for it to right itself.

When it had recovered it began to approach her again, moving faster this time, and threw a straight punch at her head. Akeno batted the attack away with the back of her hand and threw a straight punch of her own at the dummy’s chest, her fist making a wonderfully heavy sound as it hit and pushed the dummy back. Using the space this gave her Akeno raised her knee and whipped her lower leg up in a snap kick at the dummy’s jaw, its head recoiling back as the ball of Akeno’s foot met its chin and won. The dummy staggered back a couple steps, giving Akeno even more room and the chance to try out something a little special.

Taking a step forward Akeno tucked her right shoulder down, falling forward as if she was about to perform a roll only to instead launch herself off the ground and bring her extended leg around as she flipped towards the dummy. Her heel crashed against the side of the dummy’s head and sent it slumping to the ground as Akeno successfully landed the wheel kick. Picking herself up off of the ground, breathing a little heavier now from fighting so soon after using her Quirk with no time to cool down, Akeno turned around and walked away from the dummy as it slowly picked itself up again.

“I’ve also been learning wrestling for the past two years. I’m not that good yet but I’m sure what I’ve learned will be useful.”

As the dummy got back to its feet Akeno spun towards it and dashed in its direction, dropping to her knees and sliding past it when she got close as she wrapped an arm around its waist. Coming to a stop behind the dummy, Akeno grabbed the arm around her opponents waist with her other arm and locked them tightly in place. Still on her knees, Akeno lifted the dummy slightly off the ground before leaning back until her shoulders touched the ground, arching her back into a bridge and slamming the captive dummy’s head and shoulders into the platform.

Letting go of the dummy and rolling out from under it, Akeno pushed herself back to her feet and hopped down from the platform. She picked up her jacket and t-shirt from the floor but didn’t put them back on yet so that she could cool down. Before returning to the bleachers she stopped before all of the students again and gave another bow. “Let’s all work together to make the best out of our time here.”

With everything she had wanted to do and say out of the way Akeno returned to the bleachers and sat down, making sure to pick a spot a little bit away from everyone else so that they wouldn’t notice how sweaty she was.


In Fate/Secondary Genesis → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Berserker appeared at his ‘Masters’ side the instant the command was spoken, the Servant having been waiting in the wings in spirit form for this exact moment; it was unclear just how much of the plan he had understood, when Katherine had told her Servant to stand guard over the bewitched Magus, to be the trap that would snap closed over any unwitting mouse that took their bait, but he seemed to be playing his part for now.

The Viking held himself much as he had upon being summoned, standing calm and alert as he gripped his clubs and his eyes swept over the hotel lobby and the plaza outside; he seemed uncaring, or perhaps unaware, of the carnage taking place only a short distance away from him, separated only by a set of glass fronted doors and a crudely made bounded field. As before the only clue as to his class was the constant tension he held in his muscled frame, the bone crunching grip with which he held his weapon and the intense fury that filled his eyes; an otherwise placid demeanour hiding the barely restrained savagery beneath.

It was only when Berserker’s sweeping gaze landed on the Servant making her way towards the doors of the hotel, pushing a near-dead human shield ahead of her as she closed in on the fake master’s location, that it became clear why this particular hero was summoned as a Berserker.

A transformation overtook Berserker’s face, eyes bulging in their sockets as corded muscles stretched taut in his neck and the Servant let loose a roaring, inarticulate scream of rage. Berserker launched forward, the floor of the hotel lobby shattering beneath his feet as he leapt in a low, long arc towards the lobby’s doors. A second leap as his feet touched the ground carried him through the doors, glass panes shattering and metal frames warping as the Servant burst out into the plaza. The gunmen at the front of the hotel who found themselves in the unfortunate position of being between Berserker and his target were swept aside by a single swing of the large oaken clubs, their bloodied and battered, pulverised bodies thrown to the wayside by the attack.

With everyone nearby either crushed or fleeing from the angry, yelling Viking, there was now a clear path between the two Servants. Berserker wasted no time in engaging, rushing towards Assassin with both clubs raised above his head before bringing them down with as much force as he could muster, aiming to crush both the Servant and her shield in one shot.

@Epsir@LukasVolkov
In I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes! → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Oberon watched carefully as the Goblin tribe left the area, arms crossed over his chest and a frown on his face. It wasn’t until they had been completely out of sight for a while that he turned to fact the others; Torrent suggested either going with the or leaving immediately, but didn’t have a preference for either, while both Digbie and Ash were in favour of hearing what the Goblins had to say before making their decision.

As for himself, Oberon didn’t like the idea of getting involved in a war between the different tribes, of which there were apparently many in the surrounding area, if they could avoid it. He was all for the group defending themselves if need be, even if it was against Goblins, but picking another fight like the one back in the cave with Rattleskull and his tribe was not something he was eager to do again. It was far too risky and he wasn’t sure how it would benefit them other than to make them stronger.

He did, however, agree that they should at least hear Rags Nar out and find out exactly what his offer was. If nothing else it would give them a chance to see this broken tower they had made their base, the first signs of humanity in this world that they would have seen, other than the smoke trail, and presumably the place those Goblins had found some of their equipment. Goblins were… moderately smart creatures, at least compared to the wild animals they had seen otherwise, and even if they didn’t take Rags Nar’s offer they could still potentially get something out of forming an amicable relationship with them. Rags Nar seemed to know a little bit about the surrounding area which could be of use to them, maybe there was even a map in this old tower; finding out where the other tribes were located, even vaguely, would be of use to them if and when they decided to leave this area.

The Sprite was broken out of his thoughts as Ash came over to him and asked him to cast some magic for her. “Oh, err… you mean any magic? Does this work?” Raising a hand out before him and holding it palm up, Oberon summoned a ball of mana into existence; he didn’t do anything with it at first, not casting any spell in particular but just using his Mana Shape to hold the mana in the form of a ball. After a while he began to experiment with it, using Mana Shape to change the orb into a cube, giving it more sharply defined edges and sides, then collapsed it back into a ball. He did this a few more times, changing it back into a cube, a sphere, a pyramid and a few other simple, three dimensional shapes. It was slow at first, each transformation taking time and the resulting shape being kind of uneven until he refined it more, but he improved a little with each change. Up until now he’d never used Mana Shape just for the sake of using it, it had always been for the purpose of creating a new spell, moulding the mana into the right form for the job at hand; it wouldn’t hurt to become more proficient at it.

When Ash looked like she had seen enough he dispersed the mana and lowered his hand, feeling a little drained now that he was done. “For what it’s worth I agree with you and Digbie; we should at least hear what the Goblins have to say, but I’m not getting involved in any fight of theirs if I can help it. We should talk about it more when Digbie comes back and agree on something together.” Oberon turned his head upwards, towards the leafy boughs above him and the dappled sunlight pouring through them. “For now I need to get my mana back, and there’s something else I want to try as well. Call if you need me.”

By now the process of flying up to the tree tops was fairly familiar to the Sprite, though this time he made sure to stop more often to rest to account for the fact that he was still missing a lot of stamina from Zawisza’s surprise visit. Once he was at the top, the pure and unfiltered sunlight bathing his entire body, the Sprite took a moment to look in the direction that Rags Nar had pointed earlier, using his enhanced vision to try and see any sign of the tower he had mentioned.

Regardless of if he saw anything or not he would then settle down on the highest branch that would hold his weight and still let him bask in the sun and closed his eyes. He slowed his breathing down and entered a meditative state, using both Meditation and Gather Light to restore his mana to full and continuing to meditate even after that to recover his stamina as well.

When he felt he was ready Oberon opened his eyes and thought about what he wanted to do next. It was an idea he’d had back in the cave, not long after he had seen Jason using chanting to enhance his magic to try and purify the fallen Skelebin; a combination of a few different spells and concepts that had randomly appeared in his head and wouldn’t leave until he at least tried it. He didn’t know if it would work, he didn’t even know if this was safe to attempt at his current level; likely it wasn’t.

Raising his hand again, palm facing up like before, Oberon summoned a ball of light into existence. He placed his other hand above the orb but not touching it, using Mana Shape to keep the mana in a spherical shape and not the ring it wanted to become. Once the mana felt like it was stable, like he could control its shape, he began to cast Minor Heal on the light itself and he began to chant.

“Form, Life and Will. I give you form, freely given, a vessel of light to be your body as you walk by my side.” He used Minor Heal again, sending another pulse of nature mana into the light. “Form, Life and Will. I give you life, freely given, to become your own, so you may live.” Another spell, another pulse. “Form, Life and Will. I give you my will, freely given, so that you’ll have a mind of your own and the ability to think for yourself.” Another spell, another pulse. Another spell, another pulse. Another spell, another pulse…



@Rune_Alchemist@Zeroth
In Fate/esoterica → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
In Thomas’ expert hands the block of wax slowly transformed into a fair representation of the human form, the sharp knife easily shaving away at the material as the head, torso and limbs began to take shape. The Magus listened carefully to his Servant’s report as his hands worked away almost automatically, years of practise meaning he didn’t really need to focus until it came time to carve in the finer details. “That’s good to hear Archer, though I do wish things would move along a bit quicker. The fact neither of us saw any sign of the other Master’s or Servants last night may mean that they are still taking things slow, but we can’t count on that continuing; we, or at least I, will be at a disadvantage once the fighting starts if we are not fully prepared.”

Preparation; that was the key to everything he did, the key to his Magecraft and the key to him winning this war. Thomas was no slouch in combat, his long years of study and practise made him more than adept at such things, but if everything went well then by the time he needed to fight his victory would already be assured; his dolls and his meticulous preparations would see to that.

Thomas set the partially finished figurine down on the table as the kettle began to whistle, the Magus standing up and brushing wax shavings off of his clothing before walking into the kitchen to pour two cups of tea. “Can you get the paper Archer? There should be one outside the door to the suite if the bellboy has done his job. Perhaps something of note has happened recently that would suggest Servant or Magus involvement.” Maybe not the best lead to go by, but it was better than the nothing they currently had while they waited for Archer’s work to bear fruit.

@PKMNB0Y

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“The girl only suggested an alliance because she wasn’t prepared to fight; her motives are clear. Your motives for accepting are for more interesting to me.” Rider took to his spirit form and followed his Master out of the apartment; the Servant would have preferred to keep his corporeal form but they had yet to procure any modern clothing for Rider to wear and nothing Kazamyr owned would fit him. To say his armour would attract unwanted attention was an understatement, though even if suitable clothing was available his face had been seen by far too many people for the general to feel comfortable risking his Master’s identity by association.

Listening to his Master explain his plan as they, or at least Kazamyr, walked gave the Servant some much needed insight into the Magus’ strategies; the Master had so far shown an unfortunately tendency to leave Rider in the dark as he schemed. “I see. You plan to manoeuvre our ‘allies’ to our advantage while relying on their naivety to keep them from plotting against us in turn. Given what I observed last night I imagine the girl will allow you to take the lead in deciding any course of action, so it should be painfully easy to direct her to our benefit, though I don’t think Assassin will let her Master agree to anything that puts the girl in too much danger. It has the potential to work in concept, though its success depends entirely on the execution; I assume you believe yourself up to the task Master?”

@Anza
In SAGA: Dragon Ball AU → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Name: Ryuhei Takagi
Race: Human
Ki Color: ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇
Power Level: 910
Location: North Capital
Tag:@Holy Soldier@IceHeart@Double@Chev@Weird Tales Open


Even without the ability to sense Ki it was easy enough for Ryuhei to find Dyce, all he had to do was follow the explosions. They had begun after he had flown away from the dojo, leaving Master Goichi in the care of the other students as he headed in the direction his teacher said the alien was, as he had approached the downtown area. It seemed like Dyce was fighting someone or something, giving Ryuhei some hope that he may have allies in the fight to come just like his master had said.

As he arrived on the scene it was to find a battle already underway, unsurprisingly. Dyce was flying towards a figure with a dark red cloak over lighter red robes, the alien throwing a punch that impacted some invisible force between the two of them that flung both combatants away from each other. As both fighters recovered, the man in red seeming to suffer the worst from the exchange, they both began to taunt each other until Dyce threw an energy blast that his opponent dodged.

Using the alien’s distraction as an opening, Ryuhei flew towards Dyce and threw a roundhouse kick at the side of his head from behind, the alien’s reactions allowing him to turn towards the attack and see it coming at the last second but not dodge. Ryuhei’s shin impacted the side of Dyce’s head, sending the would-be conqueror tumbling along the ground. When he came to a stop and pulled himself back to his feet the alien looked mostly unhurt, the only signs of the attack being a few extra scuff marks on his armour and an incensed look on his face.

“Do none of you insects know how to stay dead? I thought I crushed you after I gutted the old man.”

The reminder of what Dyce had done to Master Goichi caused anger to flare up in Ryuhei’s chest, but he beat it back down and focused on opponent before him. Without a word the martial artist charged forward, flying along the ground and striking out with a straight punch which Dyce blocked with crossed arms. Ryuhei then flowed into a rising knee that struck the underside of Dyce’s arms, pushing the block up and apart and opened up the alien’s chin to the snap kick that followed it.

Dyce grunted in pain as his head snapped back from the attack before jumping back and planting both hands on the ground as he flipped away from Ryuhei. Once he was back on his feet he began to levitate and flew backwards while rapidly firing energy blasts from an outstretched hand. Imbuing his arms with ki Ryuhei covered his head and blocked the barrage of attacks before flying after Dyce, giving pursuit as the alien attempt to fly away from the battle.
In I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes! → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
It seemed that last effort was enough, as the Minor Regeneration spell settled into place around him and the system message informed him of yet another skill to add to his growing arsenal. His goal of creating a varied and diverse pool of abilities was going quite well, even if he was a little heavy on offensive spells so far, a little lacking in buffs and entirely lacking in crowd control or debuffs. He’d created a number of spells using multiple elemental types and with a variety of effects; projectiles, targeted spells, multi-targeted spells and even spells applied to an area.

The ability to create lasting effects for an upfront cost was a good one to have, something both his Shield and Minor Regeneration spells had, and was something he wanted to look into further given the chance; he felt like he had said that a lot in the past week. Energy mana gave him a Shield and Nature mana gave him a healing effect over time, what would his other mana type give him? Would Fire mana grant him resistance to fire damage, or would it simple immolate whatever it was cast on? Either way he would be testing that on something other than himself. And what kind of effect would a Light aura give him?

Before he could give any more thought to the matter the horn that he had heard earlier sounded out again, closer this time, before a shadow fell over the camp. Above them, standing on the ridge above their shelter, was a group of Goblins. These ones seemed a lot better equipped than the ones back in the cave, wearing and wielding both Goblin-crafted as well as man-made items; the latter were more interesting to Oberon as they suggested interaction with humans or something close to them. Come to think of it he wasn’t even sure if humans were a thing in this world. The leader of the Goblin’s was riding some kind of goat-like creature, albeit one with horns similar to a deer and with a colouration that suggested it was poisonous; the Goblin himself seemed somewhat larger and more muscular than the others, perhaps an adult or maybe an evolved form of some kind.

Oberon used Magic and Monster Analysis on both the goat and the Goblin, or maybe Hobgoblin, leader as he began to speak. From the sounds of it these Goblin’s were upset that their party had entered their territory and were here to deal with them in the way Goblin’s were used to doing. From his position by the shelter entrance, somewhat underneath the Goblin’s and between them and Digbie, Oberon began to prepare the first spell that came to mind and formed a Mana Orb between his hands. As the two Goblin’s rushed forward he raised his hands and prepared to fire, only to stop himself once he saw them throw themselves on the ground rather than attack.

A little confused and curious, the Sprite lowered his hands and tried to dissipate the unused Mana Orb without firing it as he listened to the Goblin’s ask Digbie to become their leader. As a species Goblin’s seemed like the type to fall in line behind a strong leader and as an evolved and magically powerful variant Digbie was probably stronger than any other Goblin in their tribe; even so, it was strange that they would seek him out like this to make him their leader. The urgency with which they were begging him seemed suspicious and he wondered what it was that made them so desperate.


In 𝕁𝕚𝕘𝕠𝕜𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕜𝕦 𝔸𝕔𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕒 | A 'My Hiroaki-demia' RP → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
One of the students she approached ran off screaming before she got an answer, apparently struck with an intense feat at the sight of one of the approaching teachers. For some reason that didn’t really surprise her; she’d seen what some of the teachers were capable of during her own exam so the fact that one or two of the new students were a little apprehensive around them didn’t shock her. Though this seemed a bit much.

"Huh? Airplane Arms? He was like that at our exam too. And after it got called off early he yelled at me for... I'm not even sure!"


Akeno turned to look over her shoulder at the blue-skinned boy, who at least seemed to have calmed down somewhat now that the teacher was done with him. If he was acting like that back during the entrance exam then it sounds like it wasn’t just a case of him being excited by their first day at a new school. It seemed like he was going to be trouble, the kind Akeno wasn’t sure she wanted to deal with; picking fights before they’d even set foot inside the building wasn’t a good sign, even if Kenji did kind of invite it on himself.

It took her a moment to parse the rest of what’d he’d said however. Their exam had been cancelled? Why? Had something happened? Maybe it explained why the kid with pink hair had run off like that.

"Oh, uh, sorry. That was my name. Datari Shun, nice to meet you."


Bringing her attention back to the boy in front of her, the taller girl returned his short bow with a smile before introducing herself in turn. “I’m Kudo Akeno, nice to meet you to. I hope we can get along.”

The door to the hall opened and a girl with two toned hair and wearing what was presumably this schools uniform stepped out. The teachers directed them to enter the school so that they could begin the assembly and the collection of students began to follow their instructions as well as they could; which in this case meant a few more late arrivals, some more shouting, a couple people trying to start fights and even one girl setting fire to some poor guys shirt.

Well, it wasn’t like she didn’t expect hero school to be livelier than her last.

Before she could move to follow the final student she had approached spoke up. She was taller than Akeno, which was rare but not unheard of, and had a slightly haughty air to her that Akeno didn’t like.

"Yes, he was like that at our exam. But I saw Sakimoto-san and Yomodachi-san, standing over the downed body of one of the faux-villains, the dinosaur-looking one."


Turning away from Mari, Akeno sought out Sakimoto again along with the other student that had been mentioned, but couldn’t see them through the crowd. They’d really managed to take down the teacher that the students in her own exam had had such trouble with? Granted Akeno didn’t stick around to see the end of that fight, splitting off as soon as she’d rescued one of the dummies to find more, but the last thing she had seen was Kenji being beaten senseless while a few others tried in vain to slow the dinosaur down.

It seemed like airplane arms could do more than just blow hot air, literally in his case, and could back up his words with action if need be. She wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. Would it make him more or less insufferable if he actually lived up to his own hype? If he really was that strong then he’d be just another person who had a big head and a bad attitude just because he’d been lucky enough to be born with a strong quirk; annoying, but not uncommon and at least he’d make a good hero someday. It would, however, make his habit of picking fights with people more dangerous.

Akeno began to follow after the stream of students walking into the building, ended up near the back of the group due to her slow start. As such she was positioned close enough to hear when yet another student decided to stir up some trouble, very deliberately drifting over to be within earshot of Sakimoto before making a comment about how unimpressive everyone so far. Akeno just rolled her eyes at the bravado, but Sakimoto took the bait as everyone probably expected him to at this point. Rather than blow up or try to start another fight however, the blue-skinned student actually seemed to revel in the challenge.

"We don't need this to be the elite school. I'm going to make it elite. The tougher it is, the stronger we're gonna get. All that matters is the heroes that it creates. UA trash ain't got nothing on us anymore. Stretch, Checkers, Pixels, Smiles, Croc, what else does this school got? Whatever it is, this is gonna be killer."


Surprisingly, Akeno found herself smiling in response to the impromptu pep-talk. It was inspirational in a way, a reminder to all of them that this school’s reputation didn’t matter as much as what they did with this opportunity; even if none of them had made it into the Four Pillars for one reason or another that didn’t mean they couldn’t become stronger anyway. It mirrored her own thoughts on the school, and she really hoped they were both right.

Not everyone shared that sentiment, it seemed. A dark haired teen, leanly built and the same height as Akeno, walked up to them at the end of Sakimoto’s speech, undoing everything the loud-mouthed student had said. Trash, undesirables, no one else would take us.

What an asshole.

Akeno was about to say as much, turning around to fully face the arrogant teen, but was beaten to the punch when another student grabbed the guys sleeve.

"Um, I honestly have no idea what you're talking about? Why are we considered undesirables, and what's so bad about Jigokuraku?"


The pink haired student sounded more curious or confused than annoyed, like he was genuinely asking why the dark-haired teen had said such things. It was discordant enough from the Akeno’s current mood that it made her freeze up for a second, her annoyance disappearing as she just looked wide-eyed at the new arrival. After a moment she regained her bearings and stepped forward to intervene before the taller teen could say anything else. She placed a hand on the pink haired boy’s shoulder to get his attention.

“Because it’s not one of the Four Pillars, and that’s all anyone cares about; Jigokuraku isn’t U.A., Shiketsu or one of the others so no one thinks very highly of it. But it’s a new school and no one knows what it’s capable of, so it’s not like it has a bad reputation; it just doesn’t have any reputation yet. Sakimoto is right though; all that matters is the heroes this school creates. We’re the first students to attend here so its reputation is going to be whatever we make of it, good or bad.”



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What’s this guy’s problem?

As she and Kenji approached the school and the growing crowd of students, following on the heels on the abnormally tall teacher, a single voice from among the many could be heard even from a distance. A student with blue skin, one she didn’t recognise from the entrance exam, was yelling something about the ‘number one hero’ up at the second floor of the school; he was certainly full of himself if he was already giving himself that title, especially since anyone with any real claim to that title was probably attending one of the four pillars right now.

Well, a little confidence never hurt anyone, as long as didn’t exceed a person’s ability to back it up.

Beside her, Kenji made a comment about Magical Miracle Purity Light that had Akeno giving him a strange look out of the corner of her eye. The guy really didn’t seem like the type to make that kind of sarcastic remake, and especially didn’t seem confident enough to say it loud enough for everyone to here; she was starting to think she had misjudged the guy until she noticed the look on his face. Either he was a very good actor or he legitimately thought the guy was talking about the current number one hero showing up at this school of all places.

Unfortunately it seemed like the outburst hadn’t escaped the notice of blue boy, who immediately turned his attention to Kenji and began another round of yelling. Akeno sighed as the boy beside her dug himself deeper and deeper while airplane arms got angrier and more aggressive, even going so far as to activate his quirk and aim it at Kenji. The situation was escalating and it didn’t look like anyone was about to step in any time soon, herself included; she contemplated the idea of stepping between them and trying to defuse things, but if the situation did turn violent then between them was the last place she wanted to be.

Kenji was definitely able to take a beating better than she could, not that she’d just let him be attacked over a simple, albeit fairly dumb misunderstanding, but if a fight did break out she was better off staying where she was so she could try and take out airplane arms before he had a chance to do too much.

Luckily it seemed that, for now at least, he was willing to let it go and deactivate his quirk. After that another student finally arrived to try and defuse the situation, or at least take the heat onto himself, and Akeno took the chance to slip away from the blast zone. Hopefully Kenji was smart enough to do the same.

Approaching a group of students she didn’t recognise on the assumption that they were part of the other entrance exam, Akeno stopped in front of them before pointing a thumb over her shoulder towards the troublesome student who was now being reprimanded by what looked to be one of the teachers. “Hey, were you in the same exam as that guy? Is he always like that, or does he just have first day nerves or something?”



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