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The creature began to slowly approach the students, while small bolts of electricity jolted from it's body in every which direction. A stray bolt managed to land on the dazed Nanami, sending another small current through her body. The thing didn't seem to much care, as it approached Juryo. The boy grit his teeth. There was no way his quirk would work on something made completely out of energy...but what was the weight that was there? And what did he feel inside it's body? "If you want electricity, I know a great place to get some without getting caught by its shitty security," Kiburi called out. "A whole generator's worth, in fact! Man's gotta eat, right?" "Kiburi?!" Juryo shouted. Was was the girl planning. Did she not think they could win. Honestly, settling this peacefully would be the best option for unlicensed student's, but it just didn't sit right with Juryo to let this guy run around and do what he pleased. However, he noticed the monster was clearly mystified with her offer, his gestures giving away the fact that he was totally interested in what she was saying. Without a second thought, Juryo gave in. "You're not supposed to tell him about that place! It's a secret!" Miyu's chain had made it's mark, but it definitely wasn't enough to put the woman down. Waiting for the next move, she began twirling the chain with her hand, keeping it's momentum up for a nice little thwack when she got the chance again. However, she was cut short by someone pulling her away. She lost a grip of her chain, as it was dragged across the floor. Turning around, she noticed it was Midome who had pulled her away. And now they were headed for the exit! "LET GO OF ME!" Miyu shouted, as she used her elbow to knock the boy away. "Were you gonna leave Yu here alone, huh!? You don't think I can take care of some old hag, huh!?" Another chain sprouted from behind Miyu, rising over her shoulder as if it were akin to a snake. "Make light of me, and you'll get wrapped up, got it?!" She put emphasis into her words to make sure they got through to the boy. That's when she noticed a whole ass shelving unit fly past the both of them, crashing into their exit. Miyu turned around to see the old lady again, almost snarling at her while doing so. She then turned to Midome. "This lady's obviously off her rocker, and there aren't any heroes around! You know what that means, right?" "I can't say I approve of attacking out of nowhere like that," she commented. "Now then, I'd prefer to make this quick. If you're going to fight me, then let's hurry up. If not, the door's right behind me, and I would advise using it right now. But, is this really a fight worth picking?" The line resonated with her for a second. It would be foolish to do something like this...Hairo Academy gave her a chance to become a pro hero...but then again, she couldn't oversee such blatant violence go unpunished in front of her. "MIdome...if you want, take the exit." Miyu outstretched her chain with both hands, stretching it out in a show of assertiveness. "But I'm gonna make sure she doesn't get away with what she's done today. That's what being a hero means!" Miyu slammed the chain to the ground, just short of the woman, before the chain over her shoulder rocketed out, focusing on the woman's midsection. "Hate to break it to you, but this store's got a No Bitch policy...and that means you." The kid approached her slowly, but it was amusing enough. She allowed it. That would fall under the category of her many mistakes today, as the boy's arms turned to stone and gave her a swift walloping. "That means, take your hide and get out...or things are going to get ugly. Heh, not that they aren't already with you here." Almost out of breath, the girl staggered back. His comments began to make her skin glow even more red. "Why you little!" Before she could get anymore out, another attack hit her clean from out of nowhere. "Tentacle Knuckle!" She stumbled back again, and fell flat on her face after the attack landed. For a moment, she lay motionless on the ground. However, the dark electricity from before began to swell around the girl once more, and she began to transform. Her muscle mass almost doubled, and she took on more dinosaur like features. She planted her hands into the ground, causing a minor quake in the store. As her head slowly picked up, she eyed Akuma. The glint in them was savage. "Star..." The girl began to utter, until she finally picked herself up off the ground. The team would be able to get a nice look at the monster she had become, before dark lightning crackled all around the girl. "ME STARVING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" She roared, tiles on the floor rattling at the sheer volume. She then began stomping towards Akuma, opting to go in for a bite that would surely take more than a chunk out of the boy.

Alois, Penelope, Gunther, Edrick, and Abdul "Sixteen winters!" Mene had replied to Edrick disbelievingly. "Yer even younger than Alois!" she shook her head disapprovingly. "You boys, always goin' off to adventure and fight. Alois is like that too." “Nonsense! One has not truly lived until they have experienced tea, not to mention that we are in the presence of royalty,” Abdul exclaimed while gently gesturing towards the curious Penelope, “I would be remiss if I did not share some of my finest!” Mene looked a little surprised at Abdul's enthusiasm. "My, my, ye do seem enthusiastic about it, young man," she smiled, moving to set down the bowl of poultice. "If'n it's that good, I might as well--" the bowl slid from her hands to clatter onto the floor, leftover vulnerary poultice splashing onto the wooden slats. The smell of medicine drifted around the group, mixing with the scent of the tea to form a slightly overwhelming aroma. "O-Oh my, ahaha," the woman laughed nervously as she grabbed a rag, stooping down to clean up the spill. "Pardon the mess. Ye caught me off guard with yer joke." She rose up from the floor, stuffing the rag into a pocket of her apron mindlessly, though it still dripped with the poultice. "I'm not very good at jokes, y'see. That was more my husband's thing. Could have the lot o' us rollin' on the floor from the wit of 'em some days." She smiled fondly before turning to Alois. "An' Alois here is the very spit o' him in that respect." The woman moved to the kitchen then, opening the oven to take out a stone tray covered in small bars. "As if royals would come here," her voice shook slightly. "Not to this little village, oh no." She turned around then with a trembling smile, though it disappeared when she heard the way Abdul addressed Penelope. "I...er...made some pasteli earlier. So they're not hot anymore, but I thought t'would go well with the tea." She set the tray down to grab a handful of clay plates, setting a couple of bars down on each, and passing them around to everybody, including Edrick, though she laid the plate close beside him so he could grab it without much trouble. "S'not much, especially for, erm, folks like yourselves, but enjoy." On closer inspection, the bars looked to be made of small seeds mixed in with some nuts and held together with honey. Since they had been allowed to cool, they were hard enough to pick up without worrying about sticky hands but soft enough still that they were chewy rather than crunchy. Alois would recognize them as her famed sesame-seed bars, the honey taken from local bees that had gathered nectar from plants such as clover and thyme. Depending on what was available, she would add extras. This time she had put in pistachios, their mild flavor mixing with the honey for a gentle sweetness that neither underwhelmed nor overwhelmed the palate. It would also combine well with the tea, softening the drink's natural piquancy to create a more balanced flavor that would be less of a shock for those unused to spice. Mene, herself, seemed captivated by the tea, momentarily forgetting the events of earlier. "Why this reminds me of that wine o' the mayor's!" she exclaimed. "Though it's got a certain difference to it. It's..." she paused, lips pursing in thought. "It's got a certain earthiness to it the wine lacks. And the flavor is different, but it still has a way of stingin' yer tongue like nettles do." She smiled at Abdul. "Thankee much for this, young man. I would love to hear what all goes into this. That is, if'n ye'll allow it," she winked. "I understand if'n ye want t'keep a gem like this secret. The mayor never lets any o' us know what goes into his wine, after all." -- Link and Citron The trio gave Link and Citron understanding nods, though they all looked a little disappointed, even Thile, though, for her, that disappointment was mixed with relief as she jerked back reflexively at seeing Rohns jump toward her. "All righ', well then take care, ya hear?" Achos waved at them. "We'll hafta drink together another time, maybe." "Yes, that sounds like a fine idea," Pheodea gave a gap-toothed smile. "Aye, another time fer sure," Thile mumbled, still staring at Rohns. The three left then, Achos lifting up multiple crates of fruit with ease as they followed Thile out of the square. The two would find their way back to the town hall easily enough, where they would find Catriona sitting on one of the long benches, Ciela lying at her side. Adel was gone, but Acantha was still there, watching over Peaches. The wyvern's injuries had closed up for the most part, and her green eyes, which had been clouded over with pain, shone in a brighter hue. Her scales, which had been a dull pale rust color from the marble dust, were now a glossy burnished apricot. "You're back," Catriona said, tone flat as usual. She glanced at Link with a confused blink, but said nothing more. "Hmph, I thought you'd never come back. You sure kept your wyvern waiting," Acantha huffed. "Next time, be a bit quicker, why don't you?" She looked at Link. "And weren't you supposed to be with the others?" -- Sienna "Oh, ye know her? Should've known, whit wiv ye both bein' foxes an' all," Theusido said. "Aye, I saw her. Was a while back though." He closed his eyes, head tilted up toward the ceiling as he mulled it over. Eventually, he nodded, looking back down at Sienna. "Aye, she was black all righ', an' big. Bigger than any normal fox. Seemed in a right hurry too, besides. I wis down the street from the town hall at the time. She almost ran me right over, tha' she did." He shook his head. "Hrrm...thought I was a goner fer sure. Didn't see where she was goin' though, only that she wis goin'." He turned to a young man nearby who looked to be around Catriona's age. Like most of the villagers, he was dark-haired and dark-eyed, but he wore clothing similar to that of Cora and Acantha, with bandages around the head, neck, and waist. "Oy, Melesus, did ye see the black fox?" The man shot Sienna a venomous look. "Ain't seen no foxes sides that one there. Don't be fooled by her looks; she's a hells-born horror, is what she is. I was almost burned to death cuz of her." "Ach, stop whining, lad. From what the mayor said, ye'd still be a beaver if'n it weren't for her an' her friends." Theusido shook his head. "An' you'll be right as rain in a tennight or so, more's the pity." He turned back to Sienna. "Ignore him. He's me sister's grandson, but he was born with more brass than brains. Now as fer yer foxy friend..." he closed his eyes again before opening them with a blink. "I dinna know where she might be, but Amas might. Or leastways he can find out. His dog's got a sense of smell tae put the hounds o' the seven hells t'shame," he stared down at Icleias, who had followed the Protean all the way to his shop, pointedly. "An' since his dog likes ye, an' yer doin' him a favor an' all, he might be inclined tae help." "If'n I were's him, I'd toss her out on the streets--ow! What was that for?!" Melesus whined, holding his head and glaring at Theusido. "Why'dya think, ya eejit?!" the man retorted, turning to Sienna then with a wave of his hand. "Anyhows, there ain't much else I can tells ye. Ye'd get more from Amas, methinks. Thanks fer the furs, by the by." With that, he turned away from the Protean to get back to his carving. Melesus tossed Sienna a glare, but said nothing more, stomping away from the woman with a huff. Were Sienna to return to Amas, she would find the man in the same place she had left him at, still whittling away at the long piece of wood in his hands. "Oh, yer back." He commented flatly. "Looks like ye got a good deal. I knew Theusido'd like the furs." He nodded toward a space in front of his house. "Ye can just leave 'em there for now." -- Tsetseg Though Tsetseg seemed to recognize the voice, it was clear it was not very welcome as she replied, "let's go fish." Phai cast the girl a troubled look, biting her lip slightly as she gazed at the house. "O-Okay," her voice firmed as she clenched her fist. "Let's do that then! And instead of eating the dried fish at my house, you'll get to try freshly-caught fish! It's even tastier!" her voice rose higher and higher in excitement. "Come on then!" in talking about fish, the last of her sniffles had died away, and the crying girl of before seemed nothing but a lie. The girl then proceeded to march on past Mene's house. "The pond where I like to go isn't actually in the village, but it's not far outside either. Or at least, not that far. Not for a pro fisherman, anyway," she jabbed a thumb at herself. "And Mene's house is right next to the village wall, so we'll get there even more quickly!" she skipped on through the simple gate, the cobblestone beneath their shoes giving way to dirt and grass. Phai made sure to provide a running commentary on everything they passed. "And that's the shepherd's boy, Timotheos. His father's the one that actually owns the sheep, but he watches over them during the day. Over there is his dog, Lassie. Everybody knows she's the one that really keeps the sheep in line. Why, one day, when Timotheos fell down the well, she let us all know about it. We all think she's probably the smartest dog there is." As they entered the forest that encircled the fields, the girl continued to ramble. "--and Acantha always told me not to go into the forest, but I kept doing so anyway. Alois was worse, though. He was always getting into a lot of trouble with her, especially because her little siblings would always try to use him as a reason to go out themselves. She'd always get really mad," the girl giggled. "And I know she was just worried, but I couldn't just stay away! Not when all the fish were waiting to be caught!" she nodded. Eventually, the two would reach a large expanse of water, as still and reflective as a mirror. "This is it!" Phai beamed. "I call this place Fish Pond because it has fish! And also, if you look at it from above, like from a tree, it's in the shape of a fish too!" she approached a rough lean-to nearby. "This is where I keep my fishing rods, and where Polantho keeps his too. We'll leave his alone, but I've got an extra rod here, see?" she held up what looked to be a long stick at first glance, but upon closer inspection, Tsetseg would see that it was sectioned into three parts, each with three different kinds of wood. The first and longest section at three meters was about as thick around as the girl's arm, the handle wrapped in iron bands, the other end tapering slightly with a hole drilled in. That and an iron spike connected it to the second section at one meter, which was also connected to the one-meter section at the end through glue and twine. The last, and thinnest section, was made of a darker wood than the other two, tapering to a fine point with a loop made of cord at the end. "The line snapped last time, so I gotta tie up a new line to it," Phai said, opening a wooden chest and taking out a long loop of glistening grayish-green twine. "Our lines are made of catgut," she smiled. "The shepherd's nice enough to give them to us when we need new lines. And now I attach a cork for a float, and then a hook to the end like so...and...there!" she held up the rod proudly before handing it over. "When I first started, I just used a long bendy stick and attached a line and hook to the end, but Polantho taught me how to make a real rod, so I use these now. He was grumpy about it at first, but I think he actually likes the company." She looked around. "He's not here now though. Too bad." "Anyway," the girl dug around in another chest, coming out with two wriggling earthworms. "Attach these to the end of your hook. Here," she handed one over to Tsetseg. "Now that's done...it's time to fish! Watch me first. I'll show you how it's done." She moved apart from Tsetseg. "You gotta make sure you're not super close to anybody first, but you just lean back and swing the rod in an arc...like this!" she threw her weight forward, the line whizzing out into the distance before landing in the water with a soft splash. "Now you just wait for a fish to bite! You can tell, cuz you'll feel a pull on the rod." -- OOC

To its surprise, Fox on the Run found itself falling from the wall after it turned to glass and was, subsequently, shattered. The shards cut into the stand's form, earning a hissing noise from it, as it began to shoot five of its nails wildly as it fell. The stand never reached the ground as the shards hit by the nails began to ricochet all over, creating a small whirlwind of glass from the forceful bouncing. Meanwhile, Kace would find that one of his walls suddenly turned to glass and shattered... and two more stand users were on the other side of it. He would be able to see Fox as it fell and disappeared, his employer causing yet another issue. ----- "Dammit, now I'm out!" the man with the corpse swore as his stand returned, "I need to find a place to hide and recharge, until the nails grow back...!" the man turned into an alleyway not far from the museum, rubbing the new cuts that appeared on his arm. "This should have been easy money!"

Needless to say, there was a lot of mana taken for the little plan...overjoyed with this. "Alright...I would say give me a bit of time to regain my mana for this...however, I believe there's no time like the present." "Rider, fire when ready."

"What's up?" Akuma's tentacles wound and unwound nervously around his arm. "I'm gonna try and knock her out, but I need your help-- launch me." "What, like bounce into you and send you flying?" "I was thinking more like a slingshot or something," Akuma shrugged, leaving a mild touch of disappointment and condescension into his voice, "but if bouncing's all you're good at..." "Just about. One ticket aboard Bouncer Airlines, coming right up!" Hane turned around, took a deep breath, and at full speed, sprinted at the wall behind Akuma. Only to activate his Quirk just as he took a bold leap forward, causing his now rubbery body to bounce off the wall, then the floor, and then at Akuma's back. "Go get 'em!" Akuma, just before impact, jumped and tucked his feet in, making him much easier to launch. "[Thank YOU!]" He shouted as the two bounced apart. Twisting in the air as he arced towards the villain, his tentacles coiled and tensed until his arm resembled a spring. "[Dad! Dad! Look!]" Akuma's tentacles waved excitedly as he gestured to the concrete block he'd split with his attack. "[Look what I did! I broke it, I broke that!]" "[Really...]" His father smiled, a rare expression that made him smile in turn. He considered the damage done to the block, watching as the two part slid in half, then turned back to his young son. "[Show me how you did it.]" Akuma's fist came down like an avenging meteor, and just before his fist impacted, the tentacles uncoiled, shooting along his arm like a spring with as much strength as he could put into his mere two tentacles, shouting as he strikes the blow-- "Tentacle Knuckle!"