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My Hero Academia: Another Story

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Abigail went for the showers as soon as their beloved director finished giving them the good news, despite not having sweat a drop during the exam. An enigmatic smile never left her face as she grabbed her phone out of one of her costume pockets and immediately plugged her ears with a pair of earbuds. Thanks to the magic of waterproof devices she didn't have to remove them even as she went under the surprisingly-not-cold water. Unless someone went out of their way to try to grab her attention, she was content to keep to herself. Or better, she preferred it that way.

When she came out of the showers and into the bus she was wearing something that was as far away from a school uniform as possible. If they were going to go to the city they didn't need to use them after all, right?

A sweet smell followed her as she made for her favorite spot right behind the driver's seat. While it seemed as if she ignored Peter's presence all this time, her eyes, and persistent smile giving off the impression that she didn't care at all, as soon as she got to her seat Abigail said, while staring aimlessly at the roof, "You know you aren't old enough to have a full license in this state, right? Much less a commercial and school bus one. Not that I mind if you do it, of course. Everyone breaks the law every now and then. But, don't you think you are asking for something unfortunate to happen if you get behind that wheel?"

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"And so, that's how it ends. Quite a bit less flashy than I thought it would be," Abigail said to no one in particular, following Mr. Hayes' evaluation of them. "I'm actually impressed that the issue of responsibility was brought forth. Normally, people don't think too hard about this kind of stuff until--" her monologue was cut by the sound of the bus' springs breaking, causing the battered vehicle to come crashing into the ground, "things begin to crash. I think?"

Abigail finished thinking out loud, chuckling as she played with handled one of the gravel rocks that littered the starting area, kicking it nonchalantly. A self-satisfied smile was stamped on her face, but it would soon change to a neutral expression as she noticed who walked in through the door indicated by their teacher.

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"Hi there, kids! How are you feeling after having your first taste of heroism?" Enterprise said as she came in, seemingly out of nowhere. In any normal circumstances, it would be hard to see the mightiest hero in this side of the Pacific, as well as director of UJ Academy, personally looking over the training exercises of the students, much less a group of recently admitted rookies. However, there were special circumstances today, that the students would soon find out about.

"It may have been a little harsh to have you be the first ones to test this training area, but I can see that each of you is a diamond in the rough. With a little cut and polishing, you'll all become fine heroes in your own right. And that's why," she made a dramatic pause to finish off a hotdog she had with her when she came in, "... you'll be coming with me to visit the support company that made your outfits. I want you to see how things are in the lives of the people who help us help others every day. Also, we can ask for any adjustments you may have thought of, now that you got the chance to experiment with your gear."

"As soon as you are ready -- and probably after a shower and a change of clothes-- you can come out and hop on the bus that's waiting outside. I assure you that there'll be no rocking out this time, right?" the blonde joked, winking at Peter.

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Archer
^{Tristan -- The Knight of Lamentation}

Current Location: Latin District -- Leaving the area

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As soon as he opened even the slightest distance between themselves, Tristan concentrated on bursting away from Ywain, disappearing in a blur of speed. There were a few things that he could analyze from the outcome of their duel. An idea of his capacities as a Servant as well as of others he might come to face. Even though he thought that a fight were he would be in so much of a disadvantage was unlikely to happen a second time in this war.

It wouldn't take long, in fact, it took barely any time at all, for the Archer to reach his Master's side. No words were spared to Ywain's Master as Tristan merely took Yazhu in his arms and disappeared in the night. The only memory of their presence left behind being the sound of countless strings snapping as the maze of traps Tristan built was undone.

"Even though I didn't need to use my Noble Phantasm, this duel used much more of my energy than I believed it would. However, now that I have a good idea of the capabilities of this form, I'll be able to adjust my tactics better in our follow up encounters," Tristan said to Yazhu as he carried her away into the darkness of the night. "For the time being, I suggest we rest and concentrate our efforts on gathering information instead of trying to communicate with our enemies."

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Archer
^{Tristan -- The Knight of Lamentation}

Current Location: Latin District -- Alleyway Clash

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Tristan grit his teeth as Ywain finally got close enough to pressure him. From the very beginning the crimson-haired Archer had foreseen an outcome like this and have been just biding his time. This wasn't a fight that was advantageous for him but it didn't mean that it was useless either. Now he had an idea of how much Ywain's defenses could last and how he dealt with Failnaught. The battle swung back and forth just enough that there was a decent chance of any of them to finish the other at least once so Tristan could imagine that Ywain was as satisfied with this outcome as he was.

"Commendable. Your strength at this moment may surpass even that of Gawain. I acknowledge your victory at this moment so..." Tristan said as he parried the attack against his hand, giving just enough momentum to step backwards in time to allow the follow up strikes to nick his armor instead of piercing him and, to allow him the space for his next move. "Allow me to sing a melody of praise," the Archer said, as he began to attack with renewed speed, none of the "shots" were meant to really harm Ywain at this point. Merely making him second guess even a single step would be enough for Tristan to reopen the distance between them and disengage from the fight.

"Master, please ready yourself for a retreat. I believe we have done enough for the night," he said to Yazhu over their telepathic link as he prepared himself to pull away from Ywain and pick his Master up before the two of them retreated for the night.

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Going towards: Trying to disengage

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Kirsi Eirisphere

"I don't know why but... this name sounds quite familiar," Kirsi said as Caster gave her a (fake) name to use. "Anyway, let's get going, Aby! Those pancakes aren't going to eat themselves," she added as they made their way out.

Not a long time later, they would find themselves in a rather simple-looking restaurant. There weren't many patrons there at this time of the day, just a few locals having breakfast on the way to their jobs, and a pair of obvious-looking foreigners, one of which looked to be some kind of model.

"Hey, miss! Can you get us some pancakes and an orange juice?" Kirsi said in a rather eager tone as she waved a hand, calling the waitress. Even a tall, silver-haired beauty that probably was some kind top model trying to have breakfast in disguise, wasn't enough to distract Kirsi of the objective of her trip out of the bone zone.
@Raineh Daze

Lancer

"I haven't mentioned it to you already, have I?" Lancer said after being asked about her opinions on the other Servants they met the night before. "Rider is Hannibal, otherwise known as the King of Strategists, of the great generals of the twilight of the Age of the Gods. I'm... disappointed that such a brilliant hero would choose to negate his own legacy for a better chance to obtain the Holy Grail," she continued in a sad voice, revealing both her torn feelings about Rider and disinterest in the prize for which they fought.

"As for Saber, I can feel that she's a brave warrior but since I have never heard about her, I assume she's a Heroic Spirit of the Age of Man. I have no doubt that she's a Japanese warrior, but I could not watch her for long enough to understand the root of her technique. Maybe, if I get the chance of crossing blades of her I can get more information," Lancer made a short pause as the woman handed them the menu in a rather non-subservient manner for someone in her position. Fighting back the urge to make the woman know her place, she continued, "However, I'm not sure of it yet but... she seemed to be having some difficult to breathe during a few points of her duel with Rider. Again, if I get to fight her, I can be sure of that."

And, after taking a good look at the menu, she said, "Bacon, a piece of toast, and beer should be enough."

"Now that I'm here, I might as well see how the pork and alcohol of this era are in comparison to what I know."
@PKMNB0Y

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Hmm... How long would this "test" still last? Abigail glanced at her watch, curious about how much time they still had. "Two minutes, huh? I guess that I should be heading back now, it's not like there's anything interesting to see here any more," she said to herself as she put away her binoculars.

"See ya, boys. I hope that someone picks you up soon," Abigail said as her boot nudged the "cheeks" of one of the robots she captured one final time. As she did so, she noticed a large, dark bolt in the roof near one of her "captives".

"Hmm? I wonder where this came from? It doesn't look like it belongs to one of you, so..." As she glanced to the giant robot in the distance, her eyes absentmindedly ran through the structure above and then, back to the ground as she shrugged and tossed the bolt over her shoulder.

"Out of sight, out of mind." Abigail chuckled as she made her way back to the starting point. Being later wasn't a very heroic thing, right?

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My Hero Academia: Another Story

By the way, the three of us thought a bit earlier and decided that we will be taking 2 last characters and then, we will be closed for the time being.

Just letting you all know it.

My Hero Academia: Another Story

@Krytavius
I too find that quirk impractical because mind control abilities are too power game-y for my tastes most of the time, regardless of restrictions in their use.

Also, I find the overall presentation of the CS a little below the others, most noticeably where it concerns text structure.

@Heartfillia
I think he's mostly ok. Just reducing his degree of control over his quirk, like @TheWindel said should be enough to make he a more student-y character.

@floodtalon
Supposing that your reply to @TheWindel's question ends up being satisfactory, you are alright with me as well.

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Archer
^{Tristan -- The Knight of Lamentation}

Current Location: Latin District -- Alleyway Clash

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Tristan lowered his head slightly when he saw that Ywain didn't change his tactics, just his weapon.

Range... wasn't the deciding factor here. It was speed.

Not only was Tristan naturally more fleet of foot, his armor build around the idea of mobility, his natural skill as a hunter and bowman, and above it, the advantage granted to him by his class. All of them came together to turn this into a fight where, as long as he could keep himself away from Ywain, victory would be his. His defenses wouldn't last for much longer, not when he was making a point of running face-first into every of Tristan's attacks and, when the protection of his rings faded, it would be just a matter of moments before Ywain's final trump card would show itself, and then...

Tristan's plan as he weaved and turned around the alleys and backstreets, never stopping for a moment in his offensive retreat, was simple. Playing the long game, forcing Ywain to overextend, depend on his Noble Phantasms, draining his endurance and mana, and then burn through his Master's own. After all, Tristan had two advantages here too. Not only did Independent Action afford him the means to fight on his own without taxing Yazhu too much, but also the fact that Failnaught is an economical weapon that wasn't even being used in its full power yet.

Ywain was being careless and that would certainly cost him the victory or at least to his Master.

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Archer
^{Tristan -- The Knight of Lamentation}

Current Location: Latin District -- Engaging in Combat

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"Hmm?" Tristan was surprised by Ywain's usual brashness. For a man who had patiently defended his lady's property for as long as he did, discarding his protections in favor of an all out offensive like this was rather uncharacteristic. This was something to expect of Mordred, or even Gawain, nevertheless, it worked well in Tristan's favor. If he could exploit it just a bit more maybe a killing blow wouldn't be as impossible as the Knight of Lamentation thought.

Ywain's eager thrust would find no purchase in Tristan. The difference in both of their speed and agility was just enough that a strike like that was easy enough for the Archer to predict. Instead of that, Tristan burst away again, the pressure of the wind generate by both of their movements was enough to blow away anything that wasn't bolted to the ground in the streets and back alleys the crossed, not unlike a hurricane ravaging the streets Paris.

For every step that Tristan took backwards one of Failnaught's strings was pulled. Some of the "arrows" sought to hit Ywain, aiming at the gaps of his armor. Calves, wrists, waist, neck, all of the were targeted; each "shot" meant to kill or disable, without a hint of mercy spared even for an old friend. The other "arrows" that didn't target Ywain directly formed an ever increasing labyrinth of razor sharp strings each and every one capable of turning a Servant into shreds with but a single touch. Their intention was simple, to trap Ywain. Restrict his movements, make him an easier prey as he had to choose between running into a string or defending against a shot. However, above all else, they were meant to say that "from this point forward there was no coming back".

The moment Ywain chose to cast off his defenses and follow Tristan into a tight, labyrinthine space, victory was assured for the Knight of Lamentation. Now, it was just a matter of actualizing it.

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Going towards: Fighting still

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