Silver Carrot

My Hero Academia: The Next Generation

"You put me to sleep while I was in midair, so I couldn't stop myself. My horns went straight into your head," Sora replied, as she took Kiyoshi's weight and helped him into the building. "The nurse's office isn't too far. We'll be there before you know it."

The comment about his chest was interesting. Sora looked over to Kiyoshi. "Why do you think your quirk's focused on your chest?" she asked.

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♦ A New Era ♦ - A My Hero Academia RP

Kasuke Mina

Mina raised her eyebrow when some new girl butted into the conversation. She shouldn't have felt judgmental, but she did. She had no leg to stand on in regards to manner and decorum after just now. And it wasn't a matter of holding back with Mina. She sparred today in order to prove to herself that she was healed enough to grapple and use her martial arts like she used to, and the only 'holding back' she had been doing was not using her quirk. Then the spar turned into an actual fight and she got sloppy, and she knew that without the teacher's intervention, she'd either have lost or flashed Dulga's eyes, which was a very risky move in an emotional state. She could have permanently blinded Dulga if the fight went on a few more seconds, and that was a line she had promised herself not to cross.

She watched the girl leave, 'Momo', she was called, and then turned to Jais as he addressed her, sniffing and wiping her eyes. Listening to him, he did kind of have a point. She wasn't used to failing. Not like everybody else here. What really got her attention, though, was Jais' story about Jett. It sounded so similar to her own childhood in many ways, except she focused solely on the fighting and the hero theory, and instead of learning to be a hero without her quirk, she doubled down on her quirk, turning the mere ability to glow into something incredible and powerful. Mina had never learned from past failures. She was never in fights at school because she was a rich girl, and bad blood was cleared with boasts and insults, not with fists. Her entire life was spent being best quirk user her age at her school, in every aspect of being a hero, except, unknown to her, personality, motive, compassion and ego. She didn't have a chip on her shoulder. She had a whole tree.

"I know that I should keep a cooler head after my failure here, but what should I learn from my fight with Amane? I gave him my best and I still couldn't beat him!"

@Aerandir@Noxx

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Maeda Hitomi

"Well, no," Hitomi replied to the reasoning that this idea would be like out internships. "Internships, while you are part of an agency, are focused on you learning from the pro hero. The agency itself might direct you, or give you orders, but you don't really learn about what goes into working in an agency. You might merely get given a costume and gadgets, for example. With this Komei Collective idea, you'd be learning with the support students, what goes into the process of costumes and gadgets, whilst the support students learn what costumes and gadgets would be the most useful for that hero student."

Asahi's speech backed her up and added even more good points. Still, not everybody was convinced. Hitomi noticed the General Studies student was silent, and looked over at her. "You've been quiet. Is there anything you'd like to say?" she asked softly.

@liferusher@Lucius Cypher

Hikari Academy

@Lonewolf685

She didn't. She's not taking part in the mission. She's supervising.

Hikari Academy

@Lonewolf685

Sorry, I meant like, the Game Masters for this story. The people who reply to us and tell us what our actions caused.

Hikari Academy

@TheWindel

I'm waiting on the GMs myself.

Made in Abyss [Closed]

(Surface, Orphanage)

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Getting called to dinner, Rags followed Aya into the orphanage, and sat at her usual spot, near the edge. She put her hands together as other children did, and closed one eye, as her survival instincts were to never close both eyes if you could help it, and old habits die hard. Her open eye was on the leader as she, as far as she could gather, thanked somebody called 'lord' for the food, and asking for their help. Why couldn't you ask them in person, instead of putting your hands together and asking the air?

The leader then gave them permission to eat, and eat Rags did. She had been given many lessons on 'manners' which were a series of strange things you do or don't do, with little sensible reason behind them. With food, however, Rags could see sense in manners. Food here was served hot, so you cut it with knives to vent the heat, picked it up with forks so you didn't burn you hands, and ate it slowly so you didn't upset your stomach with the rich, seasoned food. And that's how Rags ate now; like everybody else. It had been a very different story when she arrived.

When the meal was finished, Rags approached the leader. She tried to remember the grammar that she had been taught. "Leader. When we go down more? Um," She pauses as she tried to find the right word. 'more' could mean 'more often'. "Deeper?"

@liferusher

My Hero Academia: The Next Generation

Sora was embarrased at first, as they stared at each other, the uncomfortable situation of waking up wrapped around each other hanging over them, but then Kiyoshi threw up, and was clearly in pain. He must have been knocked out very hard from her horns, which might also mean a concussion, or other types of damage! Dammit, why did he have to put her to sleep mid-lunge? She'd never try to headbutt another student because she knew how dangerous it was.

Sora pulled him to his feet, or frailing that, just lifted him up in both arms.

"Come on. You need to get to the nurse!"

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A Guild Adventure: An RP with Monster Girls! (ENDED)

Eilidh shifted awkardly. It seemed that it wasn't just her actions and her restraint from acting that would be put to the test here...

"Honestly, I'd rather have that wizard dead than free myself, but his followers didn't need to die. None of them. I'm proud of the fact that I didn't so much as hurt any of the soldiers. The song worked. It just wasn't enough. Bast is right. Even if not everyone here wants to kill, or even to hurt, they should be taught to fight. I might be biased, coming from the Centaur clans and tribes of the grasslands, but a society than cannot attack cannot defend."

@PaulHaynek@13org

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Rebecca smiled at both of their new acquaintances as the Resistance Leader left them. She was glad that the resistance was doing well. Rebecca was almost a full-fledged member at this point, and it was true that she cared about it and it's members. "I am pleased to meet you both. My name is Rebecca St. Croix, of the Church of the Benevolent Queen. I am a former Priestess of the Pravarian Order, though have been branded as a traitor and outcast and now assist the Guild, specifically in matters relating to faith, healing, the treatment of monster girls, or anti-Varjan rebellions. Furthermore, thank you both for saving my life. I am forever in your debt."

@PaulHaynek@The Irish Tree@Restalaan@Zaphander

A Guild Adventure: An RP with Monster Girls! (ENDED)

I'm getting my ass kicked by a cold but I'll try and post in the next few days

CANCELLED.

_{Featuring: Panda and Chari
Location: Outside School - The Pandamobile
Time: Straight After School}

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School was over with, and there was no band practice tonight on account of the party. Panda once again checked her phone. Her sister had asked her via text if she'd mind dropping her off at Sunset Castle. For a split second, Panda thought that it was for the party, before remembering that this was her sister, and quickly dismissing that. It was to meet Trixie for some newspaper club related business. Charity took writing for that thinly veiled excuse for some bitching and gossip way too seriously, in Panda's opinion, but it was good to see her sister so into something. She was very religious, but that's not really an active interest as much as a lifestyle. Panda should know. She was still christian, admittedly entirely because of her wonderful sister.

Of course she was happy to give her sister a lift. It had only been a matter of months such she had passed her test, and mere weeks before that when she first got her car. Of course, the first thing that Panda did was give it the ridiculous paintjob it now sports. She was proud of that. This car was now completely her.

She checked her watch, and then looked over to the school's entrance. Sure enough, only seven minutes after the bell, her sister emerged, and waved cheerfully. Panda waved back, and when Charity reached her older sister, they hugged briefly, before making their way over to the Pandamobile. Charity tutted and shook her head.

"I don't think I'm ever going to get used to your car, Pamela," Charity complained. To Panda, family and teachers were the only ones who were allowed to call her by her christian name. Even the adults had to call her Panda if they weren't in positions of authority over her.

"That's the whole point! I hope the day never comes when I see my beautiful car and don't feel anything. Hop in. Sunset Castle, yeah?"

Charity nodded, and as she opened the passenger door, was hit with the smell of cigarette smoke like a brick wall. She actually coughed, which caused Panda to grin, roll her eyes and mutter "Drama queen..." as she got in the driver's side. When they were both seated and strapped in, Panda started the ride with a lurch, before driving off smoothly. She wasn't a bad driver, miraculously, but to this day she has never managed to start the car without it lurching.

"So," asked Panda. "What's so pressing you had to meet Trixie at a spa? Let me guess, it's something to do with the party at the weekend." When Charity affirmed this, Panda carried on. "I think it's a waste of time. The Weekend Warrior covered that pretty well, and you'd just be treading new ground. If you ask me, you should write a story on both parties; the beach hose one, and tonight's. Just cover them both in one article. Don't need two stories. Ask Trixie about it."

Her sister smiled, and thanked Panda warmly for her insight. Panda didn't want to bore Charity with stories of her band, or emo shit. She knew that Charity wasn't interested, but would listen attentively anyway, damn her. She's just too good a person. As an older sister, Panda frequently had to protect Charity from herself. So a minute or two of silence reigned. Surprisingly, Charity was the one to break it.

"I talked to Miriam today, for the first time in a while. I told you that she's seemed distant recently and we don't talk much anymore. Today we talked again, and it was nice, but something is really bothering her. She went to the party at the weekend, and she just...I don't know. She doesn't seem happy even when she smiles."

Panda knew exactly why Charity told her this. It all sounded quite familiar. It sounded like rebellion. It sounded like there was something in Miriam's life that she wanted to fight. She wasn't going to say it was also a home issue. It could also be a school issue, or a societal issue. But some form of order or authority in Miriam's life was making her unhappy and she was fighting back. Maybe, Panda thought, it was Christianity itself. It was certainly a possibility, but all this was useless conjecture. One thing was sure, though, and that was that Charity was right to be worried about her longtime church friend.

Before Panda could express some of these sentiments, she spotted that she was approaching Sunset castle. She pulled in to the parking lot, and stopped outside the entrance.

"I'll be getting ready for the party when I get home, but if you need a lift, ring me and I might be free."

"Thank you, but I should manage. I'll call you as a last resort, though, so keep your cell on."

"I promise, sis," Panda chuckled, and after another hug, Charity got out and headed into the reception. Panda put her car back into gear and drove off. She had a party to get ready for, and it was going to be fucking epic!