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BGM What separates a dream from reality? Is it the unusual nature, the impossibility, of a dream that crosses it from reality into fiction? What then do you do when something impossible happens in your waking world? Does reality then become a dream? And then, in that case, does that mean the dream is now reality? All you heard was four words. "I need your help." All you saw was darkness. At least that was the only way you could process what you saw before you. The pit that was entirely empty. Not just empty. Devoid of existence. Pure nothingness. You didn't have time to feel fear, or anticipation, or anything at all. Yet you had no idea how long you were in that nothingness. And how long you, too, were nothing. When you're enveloped in a blanket of nonexistence it's impossible to tell where you are, when you are, and perhaps even who you are. Thoughts floated past like driftwood. Just out of your reach. And the nothingness continued on for only a moment. And yet, as well, for eternity. When you opened your eyes, or were they already open and you only now had something to see, the landscape was much different than you were used to. It was uncertain where you were and there were only two things you could be certain of. One was that wherever it was you found yourself it was not where you were before. Nor was it the nothingness from an uncertain amount of time ago. And the other was that someone was calling for you. Not audibly. But calling nonetheless. The end of one chapter begins another. The park was empty. At first. And then in a blink, a moment, there were several people standing in its midst. For a second or two they seemed to not really be there. Their outlines blurred, the details of their faces and clothing uncertain, and then there they were. In shocking clarity. To call it a park would be an overstatement to some of them. It was rather small, they could see the end of it any direction they looked, and the number of trees could be counted on an average human's fingers and toes. Several benches were scattered across a path that weaved around these scant few trees in a loosely circular formation. Near each bench was a flowerbed. Perfectly rectangular, which could be proven if one had the proper tool and were inclined to check, and only five feet wide, the flowers in them were as varied in appearances as the people who were now standing in this supposed park. The only noise was a soft bubbling that came from a fountain behind them. It was larger than even the trees, which themselves were 15 feet high, and the base was diamond shaped. The height came from the large statue of a dragon, on two feet and aiming its mouth, from which sprang three arcing jets of water, towards the sky, standing in the middle. Other than the group that had appeared the park seemed empty. No citizens out for a stroll or vagrants using the benches for a bed despite it being nighttime. Not even an animal could be seen. And surrounding this park, which seemed separate somehow from anything else, was a city. Even those from what might be called a "modern world" would think it somewhat unusual. Large buildings could be seen in every direction and neon lights flashing various advertisements and names of establishments. On several buildings were large screens filled with news broadcasts. Subtitled in a language that, though none of them should know, was perfectly understandable to the group. And titled with the words "Prana News" "Seems that the sports stadium will reopen tomorrow. In other news; an attack on the police station was thwarted earlier today. More on that after these sponsors." Followed by an advertisement for some kind of breakfast cereal for children "It glows in the bowl and in your stomach; who said breakfast can't be fun! Try Nuk-O's today!" As they tried to get their bearings each of the group would, again, hear something calling to them. They felt a mental tug which seemed to want them to go somewhere. Somewhere that they instinctively knew was in the center of this city of metal and lights. Whether they followed this tug willingly and directly, or instead went in another direction and tried to ignore it, was up to each individual. Their first steps into a brand new world had begun. OOC

Great. Cyanthrax had woken up this morning, ready for his next fight of the day. He was just starting to really get into the rhythm of things too; even his watch was starting to become something familiar to him. And now he was standing there, a mug of ale in his hand, surrounded by a bunch of assholes he didn't recognize. Did he just get teleported to a random park? No, he didn't recognize this place. In fact, everything around him was... off. The buildings around him were just like the city, but different. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but Cyan knew this wasn't the place he had gotten used to. "Well isn't this just fucking peachy!" He shouted, taking a furious swing of his drink. Was this another one of Mauvache's games? Cyan started walking forward, seemingly not phased by being suddenly transported here. Of course he wasn't, he had done this song and dance before. Last time, however, he had found himself in the arena. This time, he was in the middle of nowhere. "This has to be some sort of sick fucking joke." He muttered, furrowing his brow. He turned his attention to the fish, who was playing on the fountain without a care in the world. Cyan simply scowled but, as he was about to rant at the creature, a girl spoke up. "Well, if any of you knew where we were. It's my first time being in some place so...um, this... bright?" "Eh?! What makes you think any of us know where we are!? We all clearly appeared out of nowhere here, obviously we're in the same situation." He said bitterly, turning back to the neon buildings around him. "I've probably got the best idea of what this hellhole is. It looks like Prana..." He squinted his eyes as he took in the bright lights of the city. "...but somehow more annoying than I remember it!" He said, tossing his mug aside in a fit of rage. Even thought this place was similar to where he had once been, he still felt lost just looking at it. And yet, something in his mind was urging him to go in the direction he was facing. Whether it was memories of how he navigated the city he knew, or something sort of guidance, he wasn't sure. Hell, it could have just been a gut feeling. "You fuckers can do whatever the hell you want. I'm gonna go find me some answers." He said, pointing towards where he was facing. "Hopefully they have a bar close by." He muttered to himself.

Fen blinked. She couldn't quite tell what had just happened. She was standing in the exact same position she had been the moment earlier, pan still in her hand. Though she wasn't quite sure if "moment" was the correct measure of time. But when last she remembered she working on lunch in the base of Cherry Hear and then...something happened over a period that felt like eternity and zero. And now she was standing here. An area that didn't look any bit familiar to her. Blinking again, she had to continue doing so as she was entirely overloaded by all the sights around her. The flashing light, the moving images, the buildings that sprawled higher into the sky then any she could remember. The girl felt a bit dizzy, stumbling about a bit before she looked downwards to see benches and flower beds. Something she could actually process. That was good to know. After taking a few seconds more of taking in the scenery, the girl looked at the pan in her hand. Disappointment immediately followed as she noted that the food she had been making was nowhere to be seen. Looking around again, the girl jumped a bit in shock as she noticed several other people standing quite close to her and being of seemingly all walks of life. "Um, uh..." She started to try saying something to the sudden new crowd of people before her attention was directed towards a sudden splashing noise. Looking around, the girl stepped back as she the large impressive statue of a dragon spewing water out of its mouth. The girl looked at it curiously, figuring that the dragon was the likeness of some kind of water dragon but clearly looking different then the one she could recall. The girl shook her head, putting away what it was she was looking at in the back of her mind and instead trying to figure out what it was that caught her attention. Now that she looked it at it she realized that the sound of running water coming from it had always been there, she just hadn't been paying attention to it. Instead, she looked downwards seeing a small fish person frolicking around in the water. Curious, the girl examined him as he continued to bound up the statue, unsure of what to make of them. They were certainly the most out of place looking of the group, but Fen was startled again as the fish called out to them realizing that she had probably been very rude just staring like that. Clearing her throat, the girl said, "ah, well, I was uh, hoping you...well," she looked back to everyone else. She had been speaking at a normal volume, so it was likely the fish person couldn't hear her anyway. "Well, if any of you knew where we were. It's my first time being in some place so...um, this..." She gestured with her frying pan towards the buildings and their various neon signs, "bright?"

Having gotten off the bus and parting ways with the other students, Tsubasa couldn't help but feel an itch to do something in the back of her head after starting her walk home. She tried to figure out what it was, realizing that it was probably something as a result of the beach trip. As she thought more and more on it, the girl realized what it was, brightening up as she started to walk with more purpose. Minutes later, she came out of a nearby supermarket, now kicking and juggling around one of her brand new hacky sacks. A big smile on her face she nodded saying, "man it's been a while. Maybe I should get some cans too." With that, the girl walked her way home with her new found sport ball. Walking into class the next day, Tsubasa still seemed to be kicking a hacky sack around, clearly invested in this pastime. However, once she got through the door the girl caught it with her hands before walking towards walking to the desk of one lightning based student. "Yo, Omuko, here ya go." The girl placed the hacky sack onto the girl's desk before smiling. "If you ever want a rematch or anything." With that Tsubasa went back to her desk, leaning back and pulling out her phone to kill some time. It didn't take long, however, for the class to begin with a new teacher. As the man introduced himself, he as well informed them that Emi would no longer be showing up to class and that they had a new student in her place. Upon hearing this, Tsubasa tried to put a name to a face but did not for the life of her remember who this Emi person was at all, and so it didn't particularly matter to her that they had apparently dropped out. And instead they got a girl who could change colors! Tsubasa marveled at the girl, though in quite the same way someone would a magic trick, and were it not for the small verbal exchange between the dog and monkey man, Tsubasa might've asked her to change colors again. But instead, because that had happened, a coy grin appeared on the cat's face as she said, "ah what's the matter Dog Breath. Someone need a scratch behind the ear?"

This wasn't right. Nothing about this was right. No way in the world did a secret at the bottom of an ocean city look or feel like this. Aduain found himself face down on what felt like grass but that couldn't be right. He was just underwater. But there wasn't any water here as the abrupt flow of nen to his gills at his sides reminded him with a bit of a gasp. Pushing himself to his feet, grateful that his trident was with him at least, the fish took stock of himself and nothing about his body looked out of place. But very clearly he was on land, surrounded by air, and there weren't even water droplets coming off of him or his weapon. He patted himself down a bit, making sure he was real. It was weird to have to confirm that but he hadn't been certain for a moment there. Arms were fine, head seemed on straight, chest was okay, legs working fine, feet floppy as ever. With concern for himself satisfied his eyes now finally looked up and around. There was all too much to look at Aduain soon found. Others in the park near him, an entire city like nothing he'd ever seen surrounding them, and a rather imposing fountain featuring what looked like a dragon. Words weren't readily available as his brain tried to process the information flooding in and so first he fixated on the fountain. It seemed to make the most sense. Water got him here, water would get him out. Though he nearly tripped, the fish was able to take off at a light run toward the structure. With his nen naturally shifting to his legs, Aduain hopped onto the edge of the fountain making sure not to fall in on accident. The dragon was even more imposing this close but for now he wasn't going to inspect the jets of water from the mouth. His focus was on the water pooled below. It looked like water. Cautiously dipping a toe in confirmed it felt like normal water. Nothing about the fountain looked like an entrance to anything. "No way to know out here huh?" Aduain said to himself as he braced himself before hopping into the fountain with a small splash. Definitely water. And definitely no secrets on the floor or walls of the fountain's pool. He moved swiftly through the water, tapping everything he could with either fin or trident but nothing happened. Emerging a moment later he determined to scale the dragon. Sure enough, now standing in the mouth and giggling like a child at the jets lifting the tentacles on his head as he investigated, there was nothing to actually find. "Woooow...." the fish vocalized in a hushed voice as he looked out over the area from this height. In his mind he had felt a pull toward another part of the city but he knew he had never seen the place before. That anything was familiar about it seemed off so he was hesitant to immediately follow the prompt. So his attention instead turned to the group that had been around him upon his realizing where he was. From this high up perch he now had to shout to make sure someone would hear. "Heeeey! Anyone know where this is?!" A simple enough call. Perhaps a bit ridiculous to anyone who actually lived here. But finding out anything was a first important tep.

Yasha was a purveyor of three things, and three things only. Heroes, hydraulic presses crushing random objects, and pretty girls in uniforms. There was certainly no denying that the new girl was pretty. And in uniform. She was just plain cute from head to toe! He did his best not to watch her walk past, but his eyes were basically in the sides of his head, so he couldn't help but see. Once she was behind him, he turned back to the substitute. Dreadbolt had some serious style-- in fact, it looked like he had a head like Yasha's! Which was super cool, in his book, but it might just be a mask or a helmet or something-- some Pros did that. "Mr Dreadbolt! I have a question!" "Yes, metalhead? What is it??" "Is that your actual head? And if so, how does a hero deal with having a scary head?" Yasha paused, then added, "I'm uh, asking for a friend." "Of course it's my head. You think I'm gonna wear a mask indoors? That would be pretty lame. And these pearly whites help scare away villains!" Dreadbolt scratched at his chin, eyeing the rest of the students before whispering, "Who are you asking for? I could probably just talk to them directly." Yasha, perhaps not realizing that them whispering doesn't make it harder for the others to hear, whispered back. "Oh, um. Myself." "Oh. OHHHH! Don't worry, I'm sure a handsome devil like you is gonna slay!" He said, whispering as loudly as humanly possible. Yasha "quietly" pumped his fist and then returned to paying attention as if the entire class hadn't just seen and heard that.

After the bus ride Rei found herself in the office of her ABSOLUTE favorite person in the world. The "Pro Hero" Orikami. The room, much like the hero herself, seemed obnoxious to Rei. It was entirely black and white. Perhaps she thought the contrast was artsy and made her look sophisticated. As if. "And her name, you said it was Towa?" Rei sighed. She shifted in her seat and started bouncing one leg. "Yup, that's what she said anyway." Rei was already tired of this and they hadn't been at it for long. They dressed it up and called this a "debriefing" but it seemed more like an interrogation. As if she was the one who did something wrong. "Nothing else? Just Towa?" Rei was really getting annoyed now. "Yes, just Towa. How many times do I have to say that?" What did they expect, a full name, phone number, and address? "It's not much to work with. And what was the purpose of the attack?" That ticked the girl off even more. Not much to work with? Sorry she didn't get more information from the woman attacking her. It's almost as if she wasn't a professional whose job it was to stop this sort of thing. "Well she seemed really crazy so maybe that's it." "It's been reported that you and her spoke before things turned violent. Did she say anything that might betray her intent?" "She said she wanted to." Rei rolled her eyes "Be friends. She wanted to know more about me. It was really creepy." "Know more about you? Like what?" Rei was starting to grow uncomfortable. What were they looking for? What would they do if she said Towa was trying to learn her Quirk. And did it really make that much of a difference? Whatever, they could go screw themselves. If they wanted to know all this they should have actually caught the girl. "What does it matter? She attacked me and she got away. Who cares what she asked about she's a nutjob." Orikami narrowed her eyes, as the wallpaper fluttered, almost imperceptibly, "Are you hiding something, Konpaku?" "Yeah, my patience for this garbage. It's hiding somewhere and I can't find it." Rei snapped back. "Every piece of information helps us to find this girl and bring her to justice. Is there anything else from the encounter that we should know?" "Yeah she likes to choke people. Why don't you ask Chainsaw if he saw something. Or why he ran off." Rei grumbled. "We are working on that. You're free to go, but do know we will be keeping an eye on you. For your safety, of course." "Sure, you all being around was SO helpful before." Rei said as she left. Bunch of useless jerks. After an absolutely terrible day Rei finally got to go home. As she entered her house she took a deep breath. On the way here she was trying to think of what to say to her dad about what happened. How to explain the marks. How much to tell him. He was a hero too but maybe she should give some more information to him. Being her dad and all. She made her way through the house and found him sitting in front of the TV. He looked over at her when she walked in and Rei braced herself. But he only smiled and said "Hey there Sunshine. Guess the trip lasted a bit longer than expected eh? Haha, you kids really do get to play around a lot don't you? Guess it's only fair you get the fun stuff out of the way now." He gestured in the direction of the kitchen. "You were gone when I got here so I got some food delivered. It's in a bag in the fridge." Rei hovered there for a few moments as though waiting. "Is...uh, is that all?" She asked. He looked over at her and seemed a bit confused. "Yeah, why, did I forget something?" Rei shook her head and muttered "no". She then turned away and started for the kitchen. "Oh, and Rei?" She paused. "I'll be gone early tomorrow. Just thought I'd let you know." The girl continued onward to her room. She looked around blankly for a couple minutes. Everything was in its place. Nothing seemed disturbed at all. Not that she really expected something amiss. But she had to admit part of her wondered if she would find the smiling girl sitting on her bed or something. Rei started to change and happened to glance in the mirror. There was the bruise. More clear than ever before. Right in plain sight. Anyone who looked at her should have been able to see it. Anyone who cared. She turned away from the mirror abruptly and moved to her computer. Sitting down and powering it up she took out her headphones and put them in. Drowning herself in music as she stared blankly at the screen. If anything happened she was on her own. She knew that already. She knew that. So why was there this pain in her chest? Rei went to school wearing a scarf. It was a bit chilly so she figured that it wouldn't be questioned too badly. Especially since no one really had any reason to come up to talk to her about it. And as she thought she made it into her seat, one of the first to arrive, without even a questioning look. She leaned her head down on her arms which she had placed on the desk and waited for the day to begin. She raised an eyebrow when she realized that there was someone she didn't know standing in front of the class. Just another hero from what she could tell. When he introduced himself Rei already felt herself dismissing him. "One incompetent teacher or another; guess they really are interchangeable." She muttered. Speaking of interchangeable it seemed that one of their classmates, Rei honestly couldn't put a face to the name, had apparently left. She wondered briefly if she hadn't been the only one attacked and this was their way of covering it up. But no, that was ridiculous even for them. Rei briefly examined the girl that had taken the other student's place. She seemed cute enough. And not loud. Rei supposed it could be worse. Probably just another face in the crowd though.