Nyahahameha
If this had been your regular old anime, the heroes might have used this encounter in some way that it would have strengthened their skills and made them more aware of their shortcomings. The weekend would have been used to make friends, render their bonds as a team stronger. Maybe they did that, in their own way, or on their last day off - but mostly, it seemed, a wave of negativism submerged the group; regrets, guilt, anger and frustration were the name of the game.
Monday's weather seemed to agree with our heroes, as the sky was filled with grey clouds and rain poured down on the city. Despite everything, they were of course expected to show up for their classes once the week began. Unless of course if their injuries were too severe and didn't permit it. The first half of their day was filled with regular academic classes. Even heroes had to learn and pass those, of course. Those teachers were your regular, everyday teachers who focused on the class subject and did their best to avoid mentioning hero work too much. So, the morning would be filled with English, History and Economy and the such.
Time soon came around for the lunch break, and as everyone would be gathering their things the English teacher spoke up
"Ah Yes! Everyone, this afternoon's first part of Hero Training class with Mr. Hayes is cancelled due to an important meeting. He has instructed me to tell you all to take this free time for extra study. Do not take it lightly, Mr. Hayes is known for his surprise tests after all."
Generally speaking, when they had Hero Training in the afternoon it was split in two parts; Physical then Academic - which meant that the physical part was the one cancelled. Depending on the student, this was either a good or bad new. What was more, it was also true that Mr. Hayes was not known to cancel his classes ever. Which meant this meeting was of some importance.
"How much?" said Mr. Hayes. He was sitting at a long table in the Principal's office along with four other teachers and, instead of Enterprise, the man who had come to their help at the Factory on Saturday. It seemed they were in a conference call with someone over the phone. "Too much." the voice answered.
"With that they stole, they could muster a small army. Or worst."
Silence fell on the table while the information was seeking in. All the gear they stole did not only mean they amassed that much wealth, but it also meant that it most likely would end up on the streets thanks to the black market. In the hands of common thugs. "Troubling news, but nothing that we can do about it - What about their identity and motives? Any news on that part?"
Arthur, as was his, was a tall man and handsome man; short, well kept black hair and a focused and serious look. He almost always wore a vest ontop of his clothing with his arms under it, not in the sleeves. He missed his left arm and always has his cane with the other arm. Arthur was born without an arm only for him and his family to discover way later in his life that this was to be his Quirk. Arthur was also known as Fate's Hand, his hero's name, otherwise known as the 2nd Pro Hero in the country, after Enterprise. He was chosen to replace her as Principal, a position which he accepted.
"We're looking into it, it's only a question of time. What about Enterprise?"
Mr Hayes would be the one to answer; "Well, for now she's...
...as good as dead." answered Noxious back at her interlocutor.
(No more Rainy Mood)
She was standing, in the room where she and her Villain's League had first met. The room, along with most of the hideout, had been developed and upgraded. From the exterior it still looked like a ruin, but the inside now had rooms for those who might need a place to lay low or stay at. The 'conference' room was now Noxious' quarters. Gone were the crates, power generators and wires. In it stead the floor had been equalized and, in the corner, a personal training area. This was where Noxious was standing, punching and kicking away at a punching bag between her answers. She was in her combat outfit.
The person she spoke to was on screen, although their identity was masked by a dark veil of shadow. Classic. Only a few persons knew that All For One was the one leading the League of Villains. Most thought him dead - this was not All for One. Just like Noxious led this branch of the League, her direct superior led the branch of the League in North America.
"If I had reached her, she would already be dead. I scraped her cheek with one finger. The poison will take hold, but it will take time since the dose was minimal. I do not know how long it will take, just that the result is assured." she said, taking a break and walking away towards the screen, while stretching her arms.
"Leave nothing to chance. You are a professional - act professional. I want to be certain of Enterprise demise - the last vestige of All Might's ideals - before we proceed with the plan. Still, you know what to do. I will trust you with the next steps, do not disappoint us, Miss Araraki."
The purple haired villain did not display the acknowledgement of her superior's order. No nod, no words - just a stare at the screen until it closed and left her alone in a room where, once more, her comrades were supposed to join her shortly. The next part of the plan was bound to be even more exciting.