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Current Loved Xenoblade 3, and I just got done with Astral Chain my friend lent me. Monster Hunter Stories 2 is next, and so far I'm liking it!
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I love the dance Sekiro has me doing, but I think I need a break. Thinking I'll SwitchTM it up with Xenoblade Chronicles 2.
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Having not found anything of interest to her on the knocked out goons' persons, Kira stood to better listen to Kana's proposal.

"If we can find some way to get to the outside of the ship, then you can stick me to the wall and I can run up it to the bridge, find the one responsible for this whole mess—I'd bet on him being up there—and deal with him. Cut the head off the snake, yknow? If I need to hurt people at all, I'd rather hurt as small an amount as possible."

"Yeah, I can prob'ly man--"

Kira's answer was cut off by the ship lurching from the increase in speed, and the subsequent thud from a nearby room. Kira figured it was just another passenger like herself and Kana, or maybe an object falling, so she quirked an eyebrow as Kana proceeded to treat the noise with much more urgency. She watched her slip a mask over the bottom half of her face and begin to stalk toward the sound like a bipedal spider would its prey.

"I'm going to go see what that was. Want to avoid loss of life as much as I can."

Kira wasn't sure if that meant Kana was going to treat the source of the sound as a threat or as a life to avoid the loss of, but she supposed it didn't really matter until she got there. The real question was that of her own next move. In order to pull off Kana's plan, they'd need access to outside the ship, which the rooms that opened into this hallway didn't have, being so deep in the hull.

"I'll come, too. The room that came from might have a porthole."

She fell into step behind Kana, her own footfalls being much quieter than hers, to the point that they might as well have been silent underneath the tinking that rang through the halls. She considered altering her gravity and walking on the ceiling so that she wouldn't be right behind Kana if she got targeted by a surprise attack, but decided against it; she was going to need her EP for Grav Room if they found that porthole.

"Hey. Anybody in there?"

"Knock once for "yes", knock twice for "fuck off, bitches, I have a harpoon"."
Kana. Adept. Tall woman with blade legs. Could punch hard enough to knock a person out. Liked to plan before acting. Had a combat-suitable outfit prepared, indicating she had been expecting combat when she got on this ship. Her blade guards weren't made for combat, indicating (disturbingly but perhaps not surprisingly) that despite her reluctance to do so in this current situation, she possibly did use her blade legs to kill. Kira took in the details as they were given to her, formulating an opinion and trying to extrapolate further knowledge. Kira, despite having formal training in a martial art and being a thrill-seeking danger magnet, didn't consider herself a dangerous person necessarily. This Kana, though. She was a dangerous person. Or perhaps, given her lax and amicable demeanour, she was a nice person with a dangerous job. I mean, she has blades for legs. Perfect for working the cash at a convenience store, stupid, Kira berated herself.

"Right. Plan. Any bright ideas?"

"Well, it'd be easier to form one if we had some info on what these guys were up to," Kira said, tilting sideways into a quarter-cartwheel as she shifted her gravity back to normal and planted her feet back on the floor. She then pointed her finger at the door pinning the now unconscious assailants, then pointed behind her with the thumb of the same hand, using the motions to apply her Septima, making the door fly back into her room. She knelt down and began searching the men, now slumped onto the floor, for clues about what they were doing. Maybe they had some written orders or floor plans or something. "Was kinda' hopin' we could interrogate 'em, tee-bee-aech. Sleepin' dudes tell about as many tales as dead ones."
Kira, seeing no other assailants in that hallway for the moment, admired her handiwork. Awakening to the ability to alter the effect of gravity on things all those years ago had certainly thrown her for a loop, and it did cause the people who she used to consider friends to avoid her out of fear, but it was also what had helped her pave her path to the future she wanted to build. She could hardly begrudge being abnormal when it was directly responsible for a lot of the good things she currently had going for her, not to mention it was just fun to use.

"Oh crap! Is that an Adept?"

"Did you not expect to run into any?!" Kira shouted, lifting her right leg and stomping on the door pinning the men to the wall. The amount of force her athletic leg would apply was a fraction of the force of increased gravity applied to the door, but it would hurt nonetheless. "Maybe you guys should watch the news more often!"

"Hey. Any idea what's going on?"

Kira leapt off the floor, her flight instinct kicking in and altering the direction of gravity on her body to the same direction gravity was pulling the door. Her full weight was now added onto the door as she crouched on it, inky black eyes widened at the huge woman who had snuck up on her while she was yelling at the goons and, now that she had a good look, also appeared to have blade legs. To some she might have resembled a surprised cat.

"Uhh...No? Even less so now," Kira said, eyes darting down and up the tall, blade-legged woman's figure, her brain processing whether she was a threat, too. Her question, and the answer she'd just given finally registering in her mind, she surmised this unfortunate amputee must be as confused as she herself was. Kira stood up, sticking out sideways atop the door. She turned to smile up to Kana's face, her head level with the woman's stomach. "But, I guess if you're asking me, that means you don' know either. So I guess we're in whatever mess this is together. I'm Kira, nice meetin' ya'."
She started hearing the bangs on the doors closer to the bow of the ship, the sound managing to reach her ears even through the headphones she'd been listening to her music through. The sound became clearer when she moved the headphones to her neck, pausing her music to listen. The bangs, the screams of people being dragged out of their rooms, the sources of which seemed to be gradually moving toward her room located closer to the middle of the ship. Kira couldn't decide whether to grin or scowl; as much as she loved to get into dangerous situations, having learned a martial art (the teacher of which she'd taken a trip to visit, hence her presence on this ship) to help her defend herself specifically because of those urges, she wasn't as gung-ho about other people experiencing them with her, especially against their will. With a sharp breath inward, Kira tossed the magazine she'd been reading onto the floor and sat up, then stood up, out of bed.

She decided to position herself against the wall on the hinge side of the currently locked door to her room. She waited for whoever it was to come and break the lock on her door as it sounded like they'd done to the ones ahead of her. When it swung open, she'd intercept it and swing it back, ideally right into the face of whoever was attempting to assault her.

If that worked, she'd follow up by stepping away from the wall, facing the once-more closed door to her room, lifting her right leg, and thrusting her foot at the door. At the same time, she used Grav Hurl to change the effect of gravity on the door, changing it's direction to be in the same direction her foot was moving, and increasing its magnitude. This would cause the door to fly off its hinges into the hallway when her kick connected, which would hopefully slam into whoever was on the other side, pinning them to the hallway wall if the door stayed intact.

Following that, she'd step out of her room slowly, taking time to look both ways down the hall and assess if there were more aggressors to deal with, and if so, what weapons they were packing.
Name: Kira
Nickname: Superior Dance Sensation Hiko no Kira
Age: 19
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Hair: Black
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Interested in the Gunvolt thing. I don't know much about it but I read up on TVTropes about it and it seems like it might be a neat RP setting. Gonna make my character a dance fighter with the "Quake" Septimus, who's movements will shake things in her immediate vicinity.

Team 7 (Elly, Leith, Clara)
------- vs -------
Team 8 (Jack, Chiha, Aislyn)


Part 1



Clara's face reddened when Elly offered her hand to her. After a hesitation and small smile she took her hand to shake it. Quickly pulling back when she had the chance. "I-I'm sure you will. Your quirk is amazing. I will be sure to help you as much as I can." she said softly but trying to sound more sure than she was. She followed slightly behind them as they walked, she held her left bicep with her right hand while listening to Leith as he offered his two cents as they made their way towards the arena

"Huh, that's impressive!" Leith commented, eyes wide as he walked beside Elly and Clara. "You may have been thrown in at the deep end, but that's where someone like you will do best."





Chiha looked over to Aislyn as she suddenly said she could fall in love with her. Pulling her head back suddenly. She was confused at the sudden outburst, the timing and the fact she didn't know what to say to a comment like that. luckily she didn't have to say anything as she moved on explaining her quirk. But when it came for the time she gave her idea she couldn't help but catch her falling head in the palm of her own hand. for multiple or reasons. Aislyn... looking back at the girl with a 'seriously?' Don't yell the signal next to the other teams....and who uses a rooster call for a signal still?

shaking her head she then moved on to say, "Anyway, I think jumping Jack and I should do most of the fighting while Aislyn stays behind us and out of reach from the others. They don't know you so a yawn right in the beginning should work."

"Yawn right off the bat? 'Kay, I can do that. Guess I don't need the signal if you guys already know it'll be coming right away, huh? Good, that was kind of embarrassing," Aislyn said, giving a nod to Chiha in understanding of the strategy.





Leith took his place in the arena, a serious, focused look replacing his usual playful grin. At the sound of the whistle, he activated his Quirk, water vapour gathering in the air over Elly's head. "Hold them off," he whispered to Clara. A shield would give him enough time to form a decent rain cloud.

Clara gave a quick nod, her nervousness spiked as it was going to be full contact today... she just hoped she didn't get too hurt. She closed her eyes for a moment before her armor began to seemingly melt and flow down both her arms. Leaving just enough to cover her body still in a simple form fitting plain design, the extra that moved to her arms turned into a large rectangle shield that was five feet tall and three feet wide.

Across from Leith, Jack smirked. "Alright you lucky ladies, watch this," he said with a wink at his teammates, ignoring the not-so-subtle hints Aislyn had dropped that he wasn't quite her type. With a jump and a flick of his springstilts, he was in the air. He'd expected the cloud to form over his team, not over the blue-haired girl, but whatever Leith was doing, he'd put a stop to it. He flipped in midair, hurtling down, one leg outstretched. "Clear weather ahead!"

 As it was about fully formed she noticed Jack jumping into the air. She quickly moved in front of Leith and allowed her shield to hit the ground with a large thud, tilting it back as she lowered herself to prepare for the impact. From the back of the shield. Two, inch thick cylinders shot back into the ground. She hardened them to help brace herself.

Chiha didn't even look at Jack as he still flirted with them. Only pulling her bokken from her belt and getting into a stance. She groaned when she saw Jack suddenly rush in. Did the idiot not listen to the plan? She didn't move forward as she didn't want to not see Aislyn when she was about to yawn.

Chiha didn't have to wait long, as the moment the whistle sounded, Aislyn's eyes shot open in surprise, then, remembering the plan Chiha outlined, started inhaling air, her mouth opening wide and her eyes watering as they were forced closed. Then, she waited for the yawn to come. She didn't actually have control over when she could yawn, she could only act like she was going to and hope her body was good at "yes, and" improv.

Foot striking the shield, Jack bounced off, rolling across the ground in a rather less graceful motion. He stood up with a grunt, bruises twinging. Dang, Clara had moved faster than he'd expected, and he'd barely left a crack in that reinforced glass.

Behind the shield, Leith exhaled with relief. "Thanks," he said to Clara, before turning his focus back to the cloud, building it up as fast as he could. Droplets fell from it onto Elly's head, intensifying to a downpour. Glimpsing Jack leaping over the three of them, he whirled around to see him land and rush the group from behind.

Elly hadn't flinched at Jack's rapid advance, instead wearing a small smile. Though she had only met her two teammates, she was trusting them fully, and Clara's quick reaction was already proof that the trust wasn't misplaced. As Leith's cloud started to pour on her, the girl tilted her face back and raised her hands, enjoying the feeling of the quirk-made rain on her skin.

"Nice move, but can you block attacks from all sides?" Jack taunted. He wasn't typically one for plans - not like he needed them - but if he and Chiha closed in from different directions, that'd be a simple way to throw off their opponents' defenses. Assuming Chiha did something instead of just standing there, of course, even if it was probably in awe at him. He sped up his sprint, made to throw his weight into a kick... and tottered back as Leith's cloud drifted to him, no longer pelting rain but marble-sized hailstones.

After a couple moments, Aislyn felt a real yawn come, forcing her to inhale once more before exhaling all the air she'd taken in, her quirk activating when she let her vocal chords vibrate during the yawn. A weak pressure wave burst from her mouth, carrying her deep "Ahhhhhhhh..." across the cityscape-like arena her team was fighting in, causing a doppler effect in the ear of anyone who heard it. As well, any listeners would then find themselves getting drowsy, much like how Aislyn herself acted almost every moment.

After letting all the air out, Aislyn closed her mouth, wiping the tears from her eyes. "...Timer's started. Five minutes. It's like an alarm clock but when it goes off you fall asleep instead of wake up," she explained in a normal tone of voice, not that the other team would be able to hear her.

Chiha shook her head at Jack as he fell into the trap he was supposed to know was coming. Humming loudly in her head to help block out the sound for extra protection. She glanced over to see Aislyn was done. She lowered her hands. Hearing what she said. Well if that was true, in five minutes she would probably be the only one standing. She just had to make sure of it. She pulled her Bokken back out from her belt loop and looked to the fight.

Leith followed up the hailstorm with a kick of his own to Jack's chest, sending him stumbling back. Just then, a yawn rippled through the area, oddly loud in his ears. A wave of drowsiness swept over him, but this wasn't just the contagious effect of a regular yawn. His eyelids grew heavy and his shoulders drooped, like he'd fall asleep mid-battle if he didn't resist. Giving a sharp shake of his head, he formed another cloud over himself, Clara and Elly, unleashing a light snowfall in the hope that it would perk them up and offset the effect.

Elly paused at the loud yawn that had slowed her body down instantly. Interesting. She pushed her wet bangs off her forehead and eyed the other team as Leith's shock of cold came. The girl smirked after her small jump. Okay, this time she wouldn't get mad about it, because it did help some. It's not like she hadn't pushed herself through exhaustion a thousand times before anyways. The water and snow that remained on her skin sank into her body, and Elly felt herself become invigorated, almost a strange sensation next to the forced drowsiness.

Team Seven weren't the only ones to feel the effect. Before Jack could stagger to his feet, he heard the yawn. "Wha...?" He stood, lurching from the sleepy sensation. Well, shit, he thought as he stared, stunned, across the arena. "Ugh, what happened to giving some kind of sign?" he called, fighting the urge to yawn himself. Ok, maybe he hadn't listened to the plan all that carefully, but who could blame him for finding the girls' cuteness distracting?

Aislyn forced her eyes open, looking down the street to see Jack already engaging the other team. "Wait...when did he get over there?" she asked, pointing him out to Chiha. She took another look, squinting to focus her vision past the clear wall that had been erected in front of the other team. Was that...a cloud dropping snow on the other team? Well, that wasn't good. If Jack got hit by her quirk but the other team is using the shock of cold to stay alert, he was fighting 3-on-1 at a huge disadvantage! "We should...probably save him."

Her mind made up, Aislyn began running down the street. Only, her run was very slow, looking more like a series of floaty jumps, much like how someone on the moon would move. It wasn't a particularly speedy form of travel, but it kept her from tripping on herself or something else and falling over. Hopefully either Chiha would be faster or Jack could hold out for a moment...

There--Elly was ready, and spotted the moment of weakness Jack had shown, alone and caught up in his own thoughts. Strength-enhanced legs from the water Leith had given her let her explode forward into a sprint low to the ground. The girl stumbled for a moment, still not fully used to the extra power, but caught her balance mid-stride. She stared daggers into him as she rapidly closed the distance, intent on making him expect the crushing hit she was threatening as she began to pull her fist back, forcing him to make a choice in a hurry--try to block, try to get out of the way, try to hit her back instead--whatever it was, make the choice and make it now, while she had him in check, watching for the slightest twitch that would give his decision away.

Groaning, Jack rolled his eyes as Aislyn ran - or rather, slowly bounced - towards him. "Oh please. Do I look like I need saving?" As it turned out, that moment of inattentiveness, combined with his dulled reactions from Aislyn's Quirk, were all the blue-haired girl needed to close in. Judging by her speed, she must have somehow used the water to power up. Seeing her clenched fist, Jack crouched, preparing to jump out of the way - and stumbled from the drowsiness, right as he activated his springstilts no less. Instead of launching him into the air, they flipped him onto his face.

Chiha rolled her eyes. We could just let him be the distraction... she thought to herself. Quietly darting to the side to try and flank them as they focused on Jack. She was surprised at the blue hair girls speed, the water the boy gave her must be a major support. She knew her target right then. Eyes on the boy she shifted her sprint towards him. The blonde haired girl with glass still beside him, now standing with the shield, looking towards the others but in between her and her target.

Clara looked around at the others as they all started to get drowsy, slightly confused as she didn't know what happened. Her shield was large enough and thick enough she didn't hear the yawn that came from the girl. Tensing up and shivering at the snow that touched her skin. She didn't have time to ask him why he was doing it she noticed movement to her left, seeing the girl with the wooden sword coming directly towards her. Her heart jumped at the sight. Her fear rising as the girl looked super fast and perhaps skilled with the blade. She wasn't good with fighting directly in melee. She did shift her shield to protect herself, allowing it to grow a bit more by thinning the thickness of it.

Chiha frowned only slightly when the other girl saw her, seeing her shield grow slightly. She raised her bokken slightly over her right shoulder to strike, seeing the girl plant her shield once more. Chiha at the last moment while only slowing down very slightly struck. But it didn't even hit the shield as she pulled in the slash close to her body and jumped on her last step. Using the momentum to do a lazy and graceful side flip over the girl and shield. Placing her hand on the girls head and pushed to clear her and push her in the opposite direction.

Clara braced for the attack but didn't feel it, confused she wasn't ready for a sudden push from behind. Pushing her into her own shield and hitting her head on it. Which only caused her to collapse entirely. Wincing in pain she couldn't do anything but warn Leith with only calling out his name by the time Chiha reached him. "LEITH!"

She landed as lightly as a leaf and didn't miss a beat sprinting towards the boy, she swung her Bokken at his legs just behind his knees. If they connected or not she would follow up with her sword and swing downwards and at an angle to his chest.

Leith was focused - well, as focused as he could be - on the opponent moving forward in drifting jumps. He sent the cloud towards her, the snow turning into sizeable hailstones to slow her approach. Just as the chunks of ice started falling, a rush of movement to the side, followed by a thud and Clara calling his name, drew his attention. "Clara! You ok?" He made to hurry over, but the snow had only sharpened his sleepiness-dulled reflexes so much. A wooden blade struck him behind the knees, sending him tumbling backwards. Before he could recover, the swordswoman struck him in the chest, knocking the breath from him.

Close by, Jack rubbed his jaw as he stood up, watching Chiha bring two opponents to the ground in a fluid series of blows. "Not bad," he commented, "but I can do much bette-Waugh!" He slipped on a patch of slush and fell again.

In no better a position, Leith winced and curled as he rolled onto his side. He stretched out a leg and hooked it behind Chiha's feet in an attempt to trip her over. As he did, something struck his face - something icy and hard. Another hailstone followed, then another, as the cloud spread out of his control. He gritted his teeth, trying to dispel it, only for the hail to fall faster and harder over the arena. Drowsiness and distraction were NOT a good combination.

As fighting got underway behind Clara's now prone body, laying on top of the knocked down shield thanks to Chiha, Aislyn finally closed the distance, stopping in front of Clara. "Whoop," Aislyn cheered with about as much energy as one would expect from the droopy-eyed girl, as she hopped up above Clara. As she descended, she bent her knees and prepared to jump again the moment she landed on Clara, then, using the toppled girl as a springboard, performed a large, floaty leap that allowed her to clear Chiha, and Leith. "Woohoo." Her target was the girl rushing toward Jack. As she descendeded, she stuck her legs straight forward, hoping to land on Elly rear-first.


Chiha rolled her eyes at hearing Jack in the background She then looked towards the girl who was rushing jack... as much as she wanted her to knock out the buffoon she should probably use this moment to flank her as well. Glancing up as Aislyn jump...kinda...floated over them with an odd woohoo. However. this was a sore mistake, Leith was a bit stronger than she thought. Many guys she used that same technique on were out for the count with that hard hit to the chest. She was not prepared for him hooking her legs with his. falling on the flat of her back with a grunt. She was suddenly hit a few times. While it hurt it didn't hurt as bad because of her bodyarmor. But still she started to feel multiple peltings. Looking around and seeing hail falling all around her she quickly covered her face by wrapping her arms up and over her face. She had to knock him out. His quirk would turn off when he's unconscious. At least she hoped.

She needed to protect her head at the same time though. Looking at Leith beside her. She rolled to her stomach and on top of Leith and focused on her own quirk. her hair coming alive and curling up around her like live snakes. She formed a small dome over her head and hardened her hair, using it as a metal umbrella of sorts. Her face was slightly red at two things, the odd hair style it would look like. and the fact she was straddling Leith. But she pushed it away. knowing she was safe to knock him out but while protecting him as well from being hit in the face with his own quirk which could be far more dangerous than her fist. She aimed a quick punch at his nose.

Clara grunted as she laid there, feeling the bruising on her forehead and forearms from being pushed into her own shield. She looked as she heard a whoop to see Aislyn jumping towards her. She didn't know why she couldn't move out of the way, the girl was floating slow enough...but she found it kinda' odd the girl was so slow in air it confuseled her a bit. She was landed on and an audible 'OOF' could be heard from under the puffy costumed girl.

Groaning as she was embarrassed by her poor showing so far she pushed through her own pain as she got to her hands and knees. However a loud crack could be heard and her scream pierced the arena as a hailstone hit her arm. She quickly pulled the shield over her as she rolled over, luckily blocking more hailstones before they hit her. Her eyes squeezed shut as they watered up from the pain, biting her lip to hold back more screaming as she tried to focus on her quirk, molding the glass around her broken arm and fusing it to the glass on her stomach in a makeshift cast. All while hiding under her shield.

Jack struggled to stand, not just because of the slush or the tiredness, but the relentless hail storm. At least Aislyn was here to deal with the blue haired girl, and had further weakened Clara in the process. Not that he needed help, of course, or so he told himself.

Hunching as more hailstones battered him, he looked over at the sound of a snap and a scream. He grimaced. Nobody had been meant to get THAT badly hurt, but if the other team was incompetent enough to damage each other more than their opponents, they had only that carelessness to blame. "Some hero work, drizzle boy!" he called over his shoulder as he ran to escape the cloud's spreading radius. Focusing on the sting of his bruises to stay alert, he jumped onto a garage, then onto roof after higher roof. Once above Leith's cloud, he'd be able to assess the situation and act without hindrance.

Leith's stomach dropped. "Oh shit! Clara!" From his position on the ground, he hadn't seen the incident, but Jack's taunt made it clear it was his doing. Before he could prop himself up and check on her, the swordswoman lay across him, her hair writhing and forming a makeshift, metallic umbrella.

He blushed as she did, but tried to focus on stopping the hail. No good. The guilt at Clara's injury only hampered his control further, the storm growing wilder. Just as panic threatened to speed up the vicious cycle, the swordswoman's fist slammed into his face. While that alone would have been an unlikely one hit knockout, between the drowsy effect and the earlier hailstones to the head, dizziness overwhelmed him. His eyes watered, and his nose streamed with blood, but the pain dulled along with everything else.

"Thanks..." he managed to murmur before lapsing into unconsciousness. The cloud dispersed, the last of the hail clattering to the ground.

From his vantage point, Jack watched the wisps fade. Perfect. With Leith and Clara incapacitated, the blue haired opponent was the one to go after. An easy task, if not for a slight inconvenience. He glanced down at the surfaces he'd jumped across, now littered with slippery, melting ice shards. As if that didn't make a heroic re-entry risky enough, his legs buckled from sheer drowsiness, which took more of a hold with each passing second. He cringed. No stairwell up here, and he couldn't leap several storeys, especially not in this condition.

Backing away from the rooftop's edge in case he fell asleep there and then, he called down to his teammates. "It's ok! I've got thi..." He trailed off as he yawned. He scanned the area for alternate routes to leap or climb across, but it seemed even that was out of the question as exhaustion brought him to one knee.

As much as he hated to acknowledge it, maybe this hadn't been the best of ideas.
Shifumi Ushiyama // Ushi-Oni
VS
Marionetta Molly


Molly also took up position once her training partner had been announced. Ushi-Oni was her favourite of the newcomers hands-down, she was happy to get to do this with her. Conversely, niether Hades nor Dealer had made a particularly good impression, and she felt a little bad her two other favourites were going to have to deal with them. As she stood across from Ushi-Oni, listening to her state her intentions clearly, Marionetta's smile widened. She really was as charming as she looked!

In response, Molly used her threads, unseen and stuck to the ceiling above them both, to lift her arms, while a few of the threads from her hands wormed their way into the white sash around her waist. From Shifumi's viewpoint, a pair of large, wooden knives levitated out from the sash and into Marionetta's palms, pointed downward as her fingers wrapped around the handles.
"In that case, I'll extend the same courtesies to you. Apologies for bringing weapons to a fistfight, but I don't quite have the musculature for martial arts..."

Marionetta turned her wrists, pointing the knives upward as she dashed forward, heels clacking on concrete as she bent forward with her arms outstretched. She approached Ushi-Oni, her body still lowering closer to the floor. By the time she was within range to attack, her body was so low she might as well have been laying down, her feet still planted on the ground despite her body being at an almost 180 degree angle. Her arms shot up over her head and her body suddenly swung itself upright, the tips of the wooden knives aimed right between Ushi-Oni's legs - Marionetta, for all her ladylike demeanour, was not above hitting below the belt.

Shifumi cursed herself in her head as she noticed Molly pull out two, albeit wooden, knives. This was why she wore armor; she had raw strength, but her skin was no stronger than a quirkless human's skin, perhaps even more sensitive due to the self-induced chronic inflammation. But more than the knives, it was Molly's attack trajectory that really took Shifumi by surprise. When the knives floated out of Molly's pockets, Shifumi assumed some sort of telekinesis quirk, but if that were the case, then Molly didn't need to literally fling herself like a ragdoll at Shifumi. Fortunately, Shifumi had taken a boxer's stance and managed to sidestep the lunge in time not to get stabbed. Shifumi considered kicking Molly; the only part of Shifumi's body that was currently 'armored' was her foot, since her leather shoes were the hardest part of her ensemble. Given Molly's frame, Shifumi didn't want to start her time with the League with the stigma of having broken a comrade's bones, but when someone was trying to stab you in the grundle, it was sort of a no-holds-barred situation. Shifumi thrust her foot forward in a front kick aimed at Molly's midsection, but given Molly's atypical movement patterns, Shifumi fully expected her opponent to be more slippery than expected, and upon pulling back her kick, hopped back a few explosive jumps to make distance between them. Being in a warehouse, Shifumi scanned for heavy objects, crates, car parts, anything that she could throw or wield so that she could apply her strength from range. Seeing a three-foot long wrench, Shifumi picked it up effortlessly and chucked it at Molly, sending the wrench spinning through the air.

Indeed, Marionetta was just too slippery for the kick to land; her body bent sideways at the waist with her planted feet and raised hands not moving, seeming to curve around Ushi-Oni's foot thrust the way play-dough curves around a finger pressed into it. She straightened back out when Ushi-Oni pulled her foot back, but wasn't quite quick enough to counter before Ushi-Oni got out of melee range. Molly planned to give chase, but stopped herself at the sight of Ushi-Oni taking her eyes off of her in favour of exploring her surroundings. Molly instantly anticipated she was planning to use her surroundings somehow, which would undoubtedly make for a better show for Noxious, especially if she could thwart the attempt. It only took her opponent a second to decide what to use, and Molly's vision was locked on a large, steel wrench heading right toward her.

Her left arm fell to her side as the threads being used to support it were redirected into the path of the oncoming tool. At the same time, Molly held her right arm forward, fingers splayed as if channeling some power through it - the knife she'd been holding with that hand now left suspended in midair by a thread. Just before it struck her, the spinning wrench stopped. At the same moment, a soft twang sounded from near Molly, and the assured, relaxed smile that seemed a permanent fixure of her face faded for only the briefest moment as she resisted a wince from the pain of one of her threads snapping from the force the wrench had behind it. Depending on how good her senses were, Ushi-Oni might not catch one or both of those events from that distance away.


"I know I just did a melee attack, but did you forget the sight of my knives floating out of my dress? I meant it as a clue, darling, as to the nature of my quirk..."

The fingers of Molly's right hand closed into a fist, then flicked open with force. At the same time, the invisible threads holding the wrench tensed, slingshotting the object back at Ushi-Oni with just as much force as she'd used to throw it. "I'm telekinetic! Physical projectiles won't work!"

To follow up, Molly raised her left arm and threw her left hand's knife, followed by the one suspended to her right at Ushi-Oni as well, both aimed to the same side of the wrench, as Molly anticipated Ushi to dodge that way based on the hand she'd used to throw the wrench.

Though Shifumi didn't notice the twang, the slight fading of Molly's smile and the amount of time it took for the wrench to stop moving was information Shifumi could use. The fact that the wrench didn't stop immediately indicated that Molly wasn't a 'perfect' telekinetic; inertia still mattered, and inertia was a property of mass. Given the mass of the wrench, there was some 'windup' time before Molly was able to throw it back at Shifumi, giving Shifumi the opportunity to dodge it. But Shifumi was unable to anticipate the knives, and was only able to slightly turn her body at the last moment to prevent her vitals from getting hit, as one knife embedded itself into her shoulder and the other into her calf.

"FUCK!" Shifumi called out in pain. Fortunately, the knives were wooden, and therefore not as sharp as steel, so they couldn't penetrate as deeply, and this wasn't Shifumi's first knife fight. Pulling the knives out, she stabbed them between the wooden slats of some nearby crates, lodging them in, and making them harder to retrieve. She had considered smashing them on the ground to shatter them, but wondered if these were handcrafted. If so, Shifumi didn't want to destroy her future ally's precious handiwork. Dark, diseased-looking blood oozed from Shifumi's wounds. Though she wasn't wearing her signature armor, she remembered that her costume had a cape for a reason. Reaching for the buttons of the coat of her nice suit, she ripped the coat off, Superman-style, causing buttons to fly about. Holding the coat in one hand in front oher like a bullfighter, Shifumi hoped to obscure her own silhouette from Molly, making it more difficult for Molly to aim ranged attacks at her, while sidling around towards some more piles of junk.

"Well-played, but you're not telekinetic," Shifumi taunted, before reaching around to grab a dismantled engine block, significantly larger and heavier than the wrench she had first thrown, and chucked it at Molly, wondering if her quirk, whatever it was, had the power to stop something this massive.

By no means did Molly have the strength in her muscles to lift something like that, much less stop its momentum toward her. Ushi-Oni clearly had strength to spare. Luckily, Molly had no need to do so - she avoided the engine block by detaching all of the threads holding her upright from their anchor points in the ceiling, causing her body to collapse into a jumbled heap on the floor, the engine block passing overhead and hitting the ground behind her with a loud clatter.

Deciding there was no point in continuing to try to decieve Ushi-Oni about the nature of her quirk, Molly decided to change how she was using her threads for a bit, and try something fun. Ushi-Oni would be able to see something begin to form from the top of Molly's head and begin extending upward as she weaved her threads together, layering them like the muscle fibers they were. The now inch thick weave, tinted reddish in the light, reached up to the ceiling and latched onto one of the rafters, pulling Molly up by her head, leaving the rest of her slack. She looked no worse for wear having had her body crumple the way it did, owing to the flexibility of her body.


"Awww, what gave it away? It was the name, wasn't it? "Marionetta" is admittedly a little on-the-nose," Molly said, counting on her gentle voice to keep Ushi's attention for a moment. The threads from Molly's arms and legs were still unseen, moving to latch onto the heavy junk and crates Ushi-Oni was standing in front of. "After we're done, maybe you'd be kind enough to workshop a new one with me? If "Ushi-Oni" is any indication, you've a knack for wordplay that would assist me greatly."

"It was actually the momentum," Shifumi explained, "The few telekinetics I've met can stop a projectile dead in its tracks. The fact that the wrench had to decelerate made me think it was something different. As for the name, it actually hadn't crossed my mind until you pointed it out. But on-the-nose is good. While appearances are important, nobody should try too hard to be something they're not. Like, I understand when you need to send a message, but we're not heroes, we're not here to change society, just profit off of it." It seemed as if Shifumi was questioning the way villains operated. "Still, I'm curious about the League, but deep down, I'll always be a mobster."

Assuming her words had succeeded in keeping Ushi-Oni's attention and stopped her from making any more moves, Molly immediately followed her request for assistance with the weaving of the threads that had latched onto things behind Ushi, creating four inch-thick weaves, two on each side of Ushi-Oni. She wouldn't be able to move either direction without getting tangled in them. With her threads woven together, Molly could move her limbs by contracting her muscles in specific ways, allowing her to adopt a dynamic pose with her right leg raised and her torso twisted so that her right arm extend forward even though it was behind her back, looking like she was rearing up an over-the-top haymaker punch. She then used the four weaves to pull herself toward Ushi-Oni at high speed, now thrusting her right fist forward.

"Ah you okay?!"

If her fist connected with Ushi-Oni, the threads of her right hand and its fingers would latch onto Ushi's face and weave together as Molly raised her right fist over her head. Then, in one motion, her arm's weave would pull her fist down, while her hand's weave would pull Ushi-Oni's face into her fist, creating a hard collision while Molly's left hand held her right forearm to brace it for the impact.

"Bustah Wowf!!!"
Aislyn Harriot
Mrs. Sandman



@Heartfillia@LuckyBlackCat

Aislyn had been standing in place, minding her own business, when out of seemingly nowhere a boy she hadn't seen before suddenly landed in front of her. Her slouching body - clad in puffy white cover-alls, a voilet under-shirt, soft white gloves, work boots, and a bulbous ring of material around her collar that looked as much like a cloud as her white hair did - shot upright, her nearly-closed blue eyes widening in surprise. She knew they were on teams, but hadn't really paid attention to the names called or faces shown. She could only assume then, that this guy was one of her team buddies? He went on to say as much. Cool.

Raising a hand to her mouth, Aislyn motioned to yawn, but made sure to hold her breath after the initial inhale - as long as she didn't exhale while doing it, she wouldn't make any sound, and thus her quirk wouldn't activate. A silent yawn was this dark-skinned girl's initial answer to Jack's boastful introduction.

"If victory is a given, does that mean I can take a nap?" she drawled after smacking her lips once. Her body had settled back into slouch mode, and her eyes became lidded once more. She smiled at her own half-jest, as well as the image of getting to have a nice nap that it conjured in her mind.

Her next group member, thankfully, seemed a lot more chill than Jacky-boy did. The strong, ice-cold woman with a heart of gold type, eh? "Yeah, I could pro'lly fall in love with you," Aislyn remarked aloud as she took in Chiha's long, well-kept hair and form-fitting outfit. She was definitely her type. She almost seemed too perfect, like she'd walked out of a cartoon. Wait, wasn't she in her class? Well, if she hadn't fallen in love with Chiha yet, it probably wasn't going to happen. Whatever, moving on.

"Since we're doing introductions, I'm, uhh...Aislyn. The sound of my yawns makes me drowsy. And other people, too. If my quirk activates, I'll fall asleep in five minutes. I can yawn again to make the time shorter, and then, uh...if, uh, when I fall asleep, everyone my quirk hit will, too. So, like...we should probably come up with a signal so you guys cover your ears before I do it. Oh! And, uh, my hero name is Mrs. Sandman. Or...I guess it should be "Ms." Sandman, but then, like...I don't want every Tom, Jack--" Her eyes shot back to Jack when she said his name. "--and Harry askin' me "Hur hur, how's the divorce going hur hur" so...yeah."

Aislyn fell silent, her eyes glazing over as she spaced out, waiting for something else to happen. Oh, right, they needed a signal. After a silence that was probably long enough for one of her teammates to have started speaking, Aislyn folded her hands into her under-arms, pretending to have wings, then flapped them while cawing out a loud, "CAK-A-DADDLE-DAAAAAAA!!! That's the signal. She had resumed her slouch and normal tone of voice the moment she was done demonstrating it for her teammates' benefit.
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