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@Noxx Want to collab?


Mako Akane


Things were getting chaotic, as they always did, and Mako didn't want to get reprimanded for breaking furniture again. If she could have just one 'who thinks they can hit me?' exercise without broken furniture, that'd be great. She'd better stop this before furniture actually gets broken. Luckily, Dulga had come up with a good plan. Mako could avoid all of the students for the whole period if she wished, but she always allowed herself to get hit when she saw somebody employ a good plan, and this was probably the best she was going to get. Most of the obvious escapes were cut off, and Dulga could probably catch an amateur adult villain like this! So she tried to move backwards, was slowed by the thermos. The coffee didn't bother her, however, The moment it touched her skin, it returned to room temperature. Though it did stain her sweater.

At that point, Kenichi moved the desk out, which was a stupid move. Mako was disadvantaged from the confined space, but now she had lots of room to work with. Instead of rewarding Dulga for her strategy, she leapt backwards to right besides Kenichi, now free. "That wasn't very clever. Dulga had me trapped in the confined space, and you gave me room to slip out." she scolded him quickly. Was...was class still going on?

She was about to leap away again, when Roy's hand construct caught her around the waist, trapping her. She hadn't been looking at the rest of the classroom, using her other senses to determine if anybody new was approaching, but these light constructs don't make noise. That wasn't his strategy, however. That was just a happy accident. Still, many villains are beaten by happy accidents, so it counts. Mako smiled again, though it was a tense smile. She still wasn't back to her old, calm self.

"Well done, class! I saw some really good strategies today!....from Dulga. The rest of you, well, we'll see how well you do in the practical exam once you've learned what I have to teach you. I'm going to make you all pass. Just you watch. As for who actually landed blows on me, well, Takeshi, by sheer brute force. Ayato, by either accident or a really cunning strategy. Dulga, though you missed out on punching me, a foreign object you had thrown connected with me, so that counts. And finally Roy. So well done to all of you! The prize is detention, for laying your hands on a teacher. In Dulga's case, she gets double, for throwing students out of windows and reading confidential sheets as well as violence against a teacher. Ayato, you don't get detention at all. Good job, class! Now help me put this furniture back!"

@Zeroth@rechonq@pkken@Norschtalen@Lucius Cypher@Aerandir@Artymis@liferusher@Heartfillia@Ryonara
Overrated games?

Kingdom Hearts 1

I swear this is is only looked upon fondly nowadays because of association with it's far better sequel, and the rest of the franchise.

The novelty of FF characters hanging with Disney characters wears off pretty fast, the story's crap, the gameplay is a chore and is NEVER fun in the slightest. The level design is frustrating and not because of any challenge, but by bad design.

Underrated games, I'd say flOwer. I was tempted to make this into a joint flOwer is underrated/Journey is overrated, but Journey's great. But flOwer is a FAR more emotional experience to me than Journey ever could be. Unfortunately it came out before people thought that video games could be art, and was glossed over and written off as a glorified tech demo for many of the same qualities that Journey was praised for.
Waiting on another post from you before I post Mako again, @Zeroth
@Crossfire

Taleste nodded, smiling. It was crystal clear. A firefight, she wouldn't be much good in, and hated putting her life at risk if she could help it. But stealth? Now that was right up her alley! She left the war room and headed up to her cabin, grabbing her silenced pistol and her knife. She was going to need both of these, she felt. Returning to the communal area, she got suited up, and attached her lockpicks, knife and gun to the outside of her suit. They wouldn't be much good if she couldn't reach them.
I'll wait to see if the others are gonna post before I post again



Collab with @Universorum


The stage was vacant, and the audience was buzzing for what they’d see next. That’s when the lights came back on and an announcer’s voice came through the speakers. “Ladies and gentleman, please welcome your AWE Women’s Champion, Barbie Summers!”

Before her theme even started, the boos began, and they only intensified when she came out, but she wasn’t dressed in ring gear. No. She was dressed in an immodest white beach bikini, wearing Maui Jim designer sunglasses with tinted pink lenses, and a white hibiscus flower in her perfectly-styled wavy blonde hair. Her title belt was around her waist as she strutted barefoot down the ramp, swishing and swaying her hips with every step. In one hand was a mic, and tucked under the other arms was a folding deck chair.

When she arrived at the ring, she took the steps, and slowly got into the ring through the ropes, making damn sure to stick her butt out and point it at camera three as she did so. She then set up her deck stair in the middle of the ring, took of the title belt and placed it down carefully, lay down on the chair, and then clicked her fingers. An official came, holding a typical beach parasol, which he placed to give her shade from the studio lights. All this done, she raised the mic to her lips, and the boos and general chatter of the crowd immediately died to a silence. They wanted to hear this.

"Day one of the Queen’s vacation!” She declared with a wide smirk, as a few people started to boo already. Oh, just wait. I haven’t even gotten to the good stuff. Barbie waited for the few boo-ers to quieten back down, then continues, still smirking. "I defended my title last week, so guess what? I’m taking Sin City Showdown off! Not that I have anything against Vegas besides the dust, the roads, the people, and the cheap, sleazy tackiness of the whole city, but I’m in the mood for some sun, sand and sea with my darling Drayden. One of the other women can entertain you by putting their bodies on the line in a hot, dark arena in cheap, tacky Vegas. I don’t have to!”

As the boos got louder in response to this, a large portion of the crowd started chanting “DEFEND TITLE!” Clap, Clap, Clap Clap Clap, which slowly morphed as new chants broke out, including “YOU’RE A COWARD!” and “SYDNEY ELLIS!”, all of which were clearly audible. Upon the mention of her opponent’s name. Barbie sat up, and her smile vanished.

"I hear you chanting Sydney Ellis up there!” She yelled angrily and shrilly into the mic, before her confident grin reemerged, and she leaned back. "That’s adorable. You still root for your little GI Jane soldier girl even though I beat her! I proved, when I faced her, that he was wrong about me! I’m not a coward, I can fight, and I did. And I kicked your ass! How do you like me now, Sydney? Did you go back to your little bunker to play with your little action figures because you stepped to a real champion and failed? I cut you down to size, Sydney! I proved to the whole world that I was right about you! You’re a nothing! A nobody! Just a short, muscle-bound freak who, despite her freakish muscles, cannot fight. I thought that was what you were all about, Sydney. Fighting? Well, that worked out sooo well for you! You know, it’s actually impressive that a woman with as poor mic skills as you can still manage to be all talk. That’s really impressive!”

Barbie calmed down, and lay back down into the chair, as she raised her bare shapely legs and started to caress her right leg with her left foot idly, yet the effect was tantalisingly sexy. "So, that’s the situation. I’m going on vacation next week, and when I get back, after Sin City Showdown, we’ll see if there are any women in the locker room who are worthy of facing me. Because I really, really doubt there are any of you left.”

As everyone boo’d (and pretty much everyone did boo, for how hot Barbie was, people sure did hate her — blew Roddy’s mind), the TitanTron flickered and the image of Roddy backstage, behind his desk. His fingers were folded on his desk and he was leaning forward toward the camera, looking it dead in the eye. “Now, Barbie, champions don’t get vacations. You’re going to defend your title at Sin City Showdown, whether you like it or not. You may be wondering ‘who’s left?!’ That’s an awesome question. Well… I’ve only been taking it easy on you as a favor to a friend of mine… and he’s gone.” At the thinly veiled mention of Drayden, the crowd cheered for a bit, before it faded into boos. DRAYDEN WANTED THIS BITCH TO BE FRONT AND CENTER? Yeah, he did. Roddy was quick to keep going though, “You know what that means? Means it’s showtime, princess. You are gonna defend that title in a triple threat match against Sydney Ellis and Morgana at the same damn time. No champion’s advantage, no disqualification, no count outs. Figure this one out.” With that, the screen faded and Barbie was left alone to react.

She didn’t. At least not at first. As the crowd cheered, they had time to celebrate without paying attention as Barbie stared at the titantron in shock. Then, with a shaky hand, she took off her sunglasses, and got to her feet. She raised the mic to her mouth. "NO! YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME, YOU SON OF A BI-” She began to scream hysterically, before the mic cut off. At this final straw, she threw the mic to the floor, tore the flower from her hair and threw that to the floor to join the mic, and then returned to the deckchair and flipped it over violently. Seething, in the middle of the ring, in a bikini, her hair now a mess, Barbie continued to scream her protests at the titantron, though nobody could hear a word she was saying.




Kasuke Mina


Mina handed her sheet in quite fast, with a bored look on her face. This class had started out so promising. Hopefully it picked back upm in the future, but this worksheet was more of the same things she'd been told by her mom time and time again. The sheet read as follows;

"I would begin by finding out from eyewitnesses where there are known trapped survivors/people who went back in to rescue them, and I would go in after them, using my light to find my way through the buildings, and get everybody out of the buildings who I could."






Maeda Hitomi


Hitomi wordlessly looked away from Fumika and sighed. She couldn't help her or make her open up of Fumika didn't want to. Instead, she looked at the sheet. Hitomi wasn't very strong, or fast, or useful in a crisis. Using her imagination to see where she'd be most useful, with the help of her quirk, she started going through first, what she couldn't do at all. Then, what she couldn't do better than anyone else. What was left was how she must appkly herself to make the most out of only being one person. Having stumbled upon an answer, she started writing.

"I would enter the shelter and volunteer to babysit all the children so that their parents could be free to get water and food. I'd play with the children, keep them calm, and let them play with and tug on my hair, horns and ears. I'm very good with children, and they're always fascinated by my features."

Having finished, she handed the paper in and sat back down, still half-glancing at Fumika, and wondering why she was sad.

@Feyblue@Lucius Cypher


Mako Akane


Mako looked over at the quiet boy who'd tapped her shoulder. He'd just won, even though he didn't know it. He wouldn't be getting the prize, however. She hadn't even noticed him. She knew that his success was an accident, though. Before she could answer, Kenichi shouted a telegraphed attack. Mako rolled her eyes. She'd have to teach him not to do that. His killing intent was stronger than ever, though, and he wasn't trring to hit her because she told him to. He was trying to put her down with an attack like that.

Despite how fast he was, he was still just a student, and Mako had faught, and escaped from, many fully trained, adult Heroes. She easily noticed the footprints on the roof, and twirled to the side to avoid the punch to the floor. "Does that answer your question?" she shouted over to Ayato in a voice that was neither high pitched nor sweet, before returning her gaze to Dulga. Mako's hand shot out towards the thermos, grabbed it, and the metal receptacle turned scalding to the touch in a matter of seconds, burning the skin on Dulga's hand unless she let go very quickly. It was in Mako's eyes, and Mako's actions. Dulga had gone beyond the role of a student in Mako's class trying to do what was asked of her. Mako had gone beyond the role of a teacher. Those eyes were without a doubt the eyes that Heroes stared down as they were fighting with everything they had against the wanted thief fourteen years ago. Dulga would feel real fear looking into them. Was this was fighting a villain really felt like? Did she go to far?

"I think you'd better put that worksheet back on my desk, and calm down," Mako warned in a voice like ice running down and freezing your spine.

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