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@sassy1085 It means I can't feel empathy or grasp the feel of what is happening between characters.

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It breaks the feeling of immersion.

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@BlueflameSure!

My hero Acadamia: the story of class 101

Debating making a student

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@Silverstein
Beads of sweat hit the floor in splatters as the tan young monk before her allowed it to splash off her arm after a powerful weighted punch. She was dripping in it, her body covered in weight s on top of her already weighted uniform. She stopped to gather herself a moment to rest as another young lady entered the room and inspected the area. She watched her nervously and awaited her to leave. For some reason it felt embarrassing to train in front of another girl. She never felt this feeling before. It was then she was something she to directly.
"Trainers? I do no believe there are any but I will help if you require"

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@Blueflame cool

My hero Acadamia: the story of class 101

"Great, a bunch of showboating egotist" The man uttered under his breath. He was more than happy to teach the young, to make them understand what he had to learn about villainy and heroics and what lies in between. He was completely satisfied with them limiting his amount of active law enforcement in return for creating a perfectly hone, physically and mentally, a batch of new paragons ready to smite down crime with an indomitable force for the sake of justice. Yet here, none of them seemed to understand this. They were all so...so material, regardless of how ironic it was for him to feel this way. With a heavy sigh that allowed him to push the bad thoughts out of the way, he smiled in what he thought was warmly, but was in fact entirely not, coming off more as cryptic and sinister.

I'll be sure to inform them of their car troubles, Mr. Rush. As for the rest of you: I am very glad to meet you and it looks as if you are excited to be here, which is good. Now then, I'm going to bring you all out to the outdoor training facilities to see what all you can do. It's standard for me to see how well you all are doing and it helps me grasp if you're prepared for what I have in store. I'll tell you to know that the majority of people who come into my class end up begging to be switched to another home room. You'll soon see why, but for now, I don't want to discourage you so know that you all are black smiths and your minds are like metal. Whether you make it into wrought iron, silver or steel, I'll still be impressed because you made something better than when you came in" He monologue, his voice stretching words and ghastly in its deepness. It was clear he was trying his best to come off as courteous but wasn't the best at it. "Now then. In the locker rooms, you'll each find a pair of athletic suits for you to work in. It's for the fairness of these trials you wear them. I ask that there is no funny business and peeking. Women to one room and men to the other, got it? Any little rebellions will be met with a swift penalty you may want to avoid"

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@Silverstein

Nothing much has happened, jump in! I'm in the training room the others are in the dorms

My hero Acadamia: the story of class 101

@Fenris123 Always!

My hero Acadamia: the story of class 101

"Settle down class" Came an eerie, impressively low voice that carried through the entire room without any real sense of where it had originated from. Suddenly, behind the podium a silhouette began to float up, eventually revealing a long-faced (literally), man with grey-blue, transparent skin and a less than satisfied frown. As he became tangible again he pulled papers from under the podium and pounded them on the surface before him to straighten them out. After a long moment to take him in, it became apparent who he was: Wraith. Wraith was one of the heroes created through the newly attempted heroic recovery program. This was a system that rather than imprison villains who escape again and again they conduct an intense background check to see what made the person go into the world of the villain, in Wraith's case: a destructive home environment. From there they offer to help them in return for the villain turning into a hero. Wraith was the staple of this, becoming their mascot of sorts. After only a month of therapy was he changed and willing to give up many of his terrible habits.
"Alright class, settle down" He growled almost intimidatingly. He stared them down angrily before stepping through the podium. If it was no already apparent, his ability was to turn him, and a spare few other items intangible, though in doing so he puts a strain on his mind and is unable to interact with his environment. Placing the papers on the first student's desk before them all was a paper blank save for one question: 'what is a hero?'. Straightening his grey suit and pants, similar to what the students wore he slowly cranked out a smile that looked almost painful.
"I'm your teacher, my hero name is Wraith but please, call me Mister Walker. Now then, We'll go down the line and say our names, our quirks and a little something about ourselves, how does that sound?" He spoke, and despite his appearance and how low his voice was, it was smooth and calming like a father consoling its child. It had a pinch of sorrow in it as if he felt that he was doing wrong to these students, but perhaps that was yet to come. Regardless it was covered by his stoic lack of any other emotion.
"I'll go first for you all. My name is Xavier Walker, my quirk is called ghost as it allows me to move through things and I enjoy cooking, now then, who is willing to go next"