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Name: Ryuhei Takagi
Race: Human
Ki Color: ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇
Power Level: 1365
Location: North Capital
Tag:@CaptainSully Open


The flight to the dojo was short, since it was in the same city as the final battle, but even so Ryuhei was glad not to have to make the journey in silence as Korvus strove to make conversation. “We were lucky; Dyce ambushed us and beat us before we could try and fight back, but somehow he didn’t manage to kill either of us.” It was almost a miracle given the way that Master Goichi had been stabbed through the chest that he had survived. Perhaps, as an alien, Dyce didn’t know enough about human anatomy to know where to strike a fatal blow? Or maybe they had just been fortunate and the warrior had missed. “I can’t imagine what that man’s feeling after losing his master. Master Goichi changed my life.”

They had covered half the distance with that question alone; it wouldn’t take long at all before they arrived. “I use Kyokushin Karate or a version of it anyway. Master Goichi has been teaching me for years and now I help him as an instructor ever since I earned my black belt. What about you? If you showed up to fight you must be pretty confident.”




A helicopter descending on the field out of a clear blue sky certainly made for a dramatic start to the next part of their first day. The attention of almost every person was caught by the machine as it came to a stop hovering over the concrete area the other teacher had told them to stay away from; he wasn’t lying when he said it was going to be windy, the rotors stirring up a significant breeze as Akeno raised an arm to shield her face from the dust and bits of grass circulating in the turbulent air.

Rather than land, someone began to rappel down from the helicopter, no doubt making quite an impression on some of them before the vehicle flew away. The new arrival introduced himself as the missing teacher from the assembly, Uranishi-sensei, who was to be both their science teacher and their school nurse; given that this was a hero school they would surely all get to know him quite well by the end of the year if he was going to be the one tending to all their injuries. Despite the rather unassuming title however, the way he had made his entrance along with his general posture and demeanour gave away the fact that he was likely a pro or former pro hero just like the rest of the staff so far; and the fact that he had a ‘laboratory’ suggested he was qualified to do more than just the regular school nurse duties.

Uranishi-sensei went on to explain the reason they had been brought out to the field; a rescue exercise to locate a family lost in the forest? Between the entrance exam, the Quirk demonstrations and now this, Akeno felt like she would be relieved when they finally got around to having a regular lesson at this school. In principle this activity didn’t sound much different than the entrance exam, locate and rescue dummies, with the major differences being the more natural environment and the fact they were working within teams; the dummies this time around would be lost rather than hostages however and while there would of course be ‘hidden dangers’ involved they probably wouldn’t take the form of villains again.

Her Quirk wouldn’t be much use here, though she felt confident about her ability to traverse the forest compared to some of her classmates, so it was vital that she team with people who could cover her weaknesses. Someone with a Quirk who could scout the forest and find the dummies quickly would be very much sought after for this activity, someone like the girl with the bat Quirk or the guy who could scan the area with his tail; even a flier like the guy with the dragon Quirk or airplane arms would be good. It probably wasn’t even worth approaching people like that with the way they would likely be swamped with requests right from the start; instead she would need to act fast to find herself some good teammates before everyone else teamed up and convince them to team up with her.

"E-excuse me... Kudo Akeno? Keekee"


Before she could put her plan into action someone called out to her. Akeno turned around to see who it was… and then looked down.

Short

It was the girl with the mutant Quirk that gave her abilities similar to a bat, the exact same one that Akeno thought would be one of the two best people to team up with for this activity, and she wanted to team up with Akeno. It took a second for her brain to catch-up with this develop, considering how unexpected it was, not snapping out of it until she heard Yakkaimori call out to the girl with black and white hair, Azukina, to complete their trio.

I’m going to team up with probably the best scout in the class and the future ‘symbol of peace’? This whole thing just became a lot more fun.

Hearing another person call her name Akeno turned around again, only to find no one other than Yakkaimori standing near her or even looking her way; there was a blue blur flying across the field for some reason, but that didn’t have anything to do with her. Shrugging her shoulders Akeno turned back to Yakkaimori.

“Ah, Yakkaimori-san. Sure, I’d be happy to work with you; I wanted to ask you to team up anyway.” It was a lie, of sorts, but it sounded a lot better than ‘I wasn’t going to bother asking you because I assumed everyone else was going to ask you first’.
Still need to add in a personality, but he's finally more or less done.


Name: Ryuhei Takagi
Race: Human
Ki Color: ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇
Power Level: 1365
Location: North Capital
Tag:@Double@CaptainSully Open


Ryuhei wasn’t sure what to do with the scene playing out before him; a young martial artist held his master as the old man passed away, though he had no visible injuries he seemed to have exhausted himself in trying to keep Dyce pinned, giving his life to keep the alien from escaping. There wasn’t anything any of them could do other than stay quiet and give the pair the time they needed to say what needed to be said.

In the aftermath it was a young woman who responded first, yelling at the young man and saying something that, although true, probably could have been said more gently or said later. The next to approach him was the new arrival, who then turned to the rest of them and offered to help take Ryuhei’s master to the hospital. The reminder of Master Goichi’s injury, momentarily pushed to the back of his mind by what had happened, snapped Ryuhei out of his hesitance and caused him to move.

Ryuhei stepped forward and placed a hand on Yang’s shoulder. “I’m sorry. Your master saved all of us; I came here expecting to die fighting Dyce, but we’re all alive because of him.” Stepping back and turning to Korvus he nodded to the other man as he accepted his offer. “Okay then, follow me. We were attacked at out dojo and my Master was injured; it’s not life threatening, but he should still see a doctor as soon as possible.”

Rising into the air and preparing to leave, Ryuhei directed his parting words towards Yang. “I’ll be back as soon as I can and then I’ll accompany you to this temple; I want to get stronger as well.” With that said he nodded towards Korvus to signal his readiness and flew away from the battlefield in the direction of his master’s dojo.
As his Master strode purposefully between the rows and shelves of books, Rider followed at a more leisurely pace as he swept his gaze along the multitude of books before him. “There is much that I am curious about. I wish to study everything that has become of this world since my passing, its history and its wars, the rising and falling of empires and so on; it has been two thousand years since my death and these is much I would like to know.

“I know that Carthage fell, and that Rome tried to erase it from memory; my home relegated to a footnote in the history of my enemy. I would like to know what else has happened since then, but that is not our priority at the moment. We will have time for indulgences once this war is over.”

Rider stopped as he caught up to Kazamyr and found his attention brought to the book in his hands, ‘The Art of War’, which his Master no doubt found amusing. “I’d be intrigued to read the thoughts of another scholar on the subject, especially one who experience war in a different culture than my own. Other than that, maps of the town and the surrounding area, then the histories of Salem, Scandinavia and Japan, as you suggested.”

@Anza
@Geyter is this RP still going ahead?
As the class followed Goudo-sensei out of the gym and along the path to the clearing Kudo Akeno hung near the back of the group, walking with a slow and deliberate pace as she gave thought to everything she had seen so far today; from the other demonstrations following hers to the assembly and the teachers. She had put her jacket back on, the cool wintery air and the time she had spent cooling off removing any lingering aftereffects of her Quirk, and had her hands in her pocket as she paced after the others, easily managing the climb even in her distracted state.

The remaining students’ demonstrations had been no less impressive than the ones that proceeded it, some of them were even more impressive in fact, which helped reinforce in her mind that her decision to go up on stage when she did was the right one; her little karate showcase would have made a poor finale after everything else. It seemed that in spite of Jigokuraku’s fledgling reputation or the cynical words of some of the students, the school had managed to attract a number of high-quality applicants both in terms of their Quirks and in terms of talent. Her own space heater trick was probably the least useful Quirk of all the ones she had seen and most of them had pretty good control over their abilities; some of them looked like the were decent fights as well.

She’d have to work hard just to keep up.

Aside from introducing them to their teachers for the year the assembly held little information of note, but what information it did have was vitally important. This school was going to part of the Four Pillars program and compete in the Four Pillar Games; Akeno had never even considered that she would get to compete in something like that, why bother when she never even considered going to one of those prestigious schools. Not only that but they were going to be applying for their provisional license this year, as first years, and potentially have the ability to intern at hero agencies before the year was even out. In a way it was too much, too fast; there was no way she could improve enough in the next couple of months to be able to compete and against the best students in the country or pass the license exam. She couldn’t even match-up against most of her classmates.

As they reached the top of the hill and made it to the clearing Akeno returned her thoughts to the present and her current situation. They had been brought to a wide-open field surrounded by trees and hills behind a line of fences; aside from a few openings leading to paths heading into the trees there was nothing of note about the place that would indicate why they had been brought here. She had the feeling something very unpleasant was about to happen. Maybe it had something to do with the awkward smile on their teachers face, or the strangely familiar quality to his voice that made her want to hit him for some reason, but clearly, they had something planned.

"I feel like this is gonna be like the entrance exam. Stay alert, guys."


Akeno stopped by a shorter student with green hair and red eyes; she recognised him from his demonstration but couldn’t recall his name. The reminder of the entrance exam triggered flashbacks of an abandoned office building, a series of simulated death-traps and the voice of a villain who was having far too much fun. “For all of our sakes I really hope it’s nothing like that.”
The marble floor shattered under Berserker’s feet as he threw his battered body forward, heedless of the damage he had already taken or of the guns that awaited him. His only thought, as it always was, was of destruction.

With great strides the Viking closed in on the Russian Empress, his lopsided body and the heavy weight of his weapon making his movements clumsier than before but no less daunting. His eyes practically glowed in the darkness, their mad glint catching the light from Rider’s shimmering crown, and his breath steamed in the cold winter air that had descended on the battlefield.

Unseen in the dim confines of the palace’s hall, a shadow slipped through the shattered remains of the entranceway and rapidly made its way towards Berserker with unerring precision. The shadow streaked towards the Servant until it merged with his own shadow, melding with it and turning it a shade darker as it continued to creep towards his body. There was no obvious, immediate effect as the shadow returned to Berserker’s body, bringing with it the divine curse that Caster had imbued it with. The mad Servant didn’t break stride or slow his movements as a chill ran up his spine, nor did he shudder or break out in goose bumps at the change it brought about in him. He continued to charge at Rider regardless.

An observant soul might notice a slight change to his pallor, a slightly unhealthy greyish tinge that overtook him, or notice that the cuts and bruises that still covered his body seemed to have stopped healing. The true effects of the curse wouldn’t be seen until the next time Berserker took damage, only then would the damage done by Caster become apparent.

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