ChampionZero

As he stepped onto the bus, Yasha was confident he had everything he needed. He was a bit over-packed, even for the beach-- a beach umbrella, a tarp/blanket, a couple gallons of water in a cooler bag, enough sunscreen to give the sun cancer, spare batteries for his phone-- but he was comfortable with carrying all of it, as long as it meant he could do what he came here to do. "Oi, oi, oi. You coming, O'Hara?" He stopped in the doorway to look back at the lagging American on his phone. "Hm? ...o-oh...uh...were we just supposed to enter the bus? I thought...jeez...gotta remember I'm not in America anymore. Uh, yeah I'm coming..." The two ended up sitting together on the bus, and Yasha was practically vibrating the seat-- which was notable since, at this proximity, it nearly drowned out the engine of the bus. Benjamin noticed Yasha's general noises and shrugged some. "I take it you're excited for the beach, huh Yasha?" Yasha looked up. "Oh, uh." He cleared his throat. "No, not really. Saltwater gums up my tool hands, I'm at a greater risk of heatstroke than most, and of course there's... sand..." He shuddered, then shifted back to his usual cheerful tone. "Pretty much everything about the beach is a horrible experience for me!" He smiled toothily. "Yikes..." Benjamin shook his head slightly. "Annnnd you're still okay with going? Despite the threats and risks that it brings you?" Yasha nodded emphatically. "Oh, totally. It's all worth it." "Uh-huh...alright, I'll bite...why is it worth it to you?" Yasha's expression, to the extend he had one, became suddenly serious. He glanced around, as though there were someone listening, though of course, nobody was. "Alright, don't tell anybody, but..." He leaned in and whispered. "I really just came to see the girls in their swimsuits. Think about it: Seigi, Konpaku, Ukemei-- all of them. In swimsuits." Yasha's faceplate was already red, and he had no skin above the neck so of course he couldn't blush, but there was an actual puff of steam from roughly where his nostrils would be as he straightened back up. Benjamin was surprised by this sudden turn of events as Yasha confided this information to him. The general thought of it, actually caused him to blush some. He looked around, before putting a hand on the chair, having a spider crawl out from his hand to sit on the chair, just as a lookout. "...that's why you were gung-ho about this? ...also do we need to even add Rei into this category?" Benjamin whispered back to Yasha. No going back with this conversation. Yasha nodded and huffed again, producing more little puffs of steam and folding his arms. "Even a cold girl like Konpaku can look good in a swimsuit, O'Hara. Heck, even a plain-looking girl like Sanada looks good in a swimsuit. It's science." Benjamin was still silent for a bit, before raising an eyebrow. "...uh, isn't Ren a guy...?" Yasha's eye twitched. "Not again..." he wheezed.

Akuma nodded. "You make a good point, Keika. I guess I got a little... [what's the word...] excited? Something to think about for next time." He looked back to Miyu and Nanami and leaned back, propping his chair on the edge of the table. "I think I'm really gonna like it here," he mused, pulling a bottle of water from his bag and cracking it open. Can't believe I'm at a school where I get to watch shit like this happen just out of nowhere. I gotta snag one of these cuties for myself before the others do. He took a sip of water. Well. One or two... maybe more. After all, why limit myself to what my hands can carry when I've got all these tentacles. As he thought that, a couple of little feelers rose on his forearms like goosebumps, waving and curling. God, he was sore from that fight. A good kind of sore, though. Hard work did that to you.

Kansuke forced himself to ignore Weston and his nonsense. He had to remember that he wasn't here to scrap with mouthy spoontongues and insecure catgirls. He was here to become a soldier. He was honestly more annoyed that they'd been beaten by a bird. Was that bird a student? And of course a bird would beat that obstacle course before a bunch of people-- it was a much smaller target, plus it could fly, which took out literally all of the risk for it. It was hardly a fair comparison. Life's not fair. Yeah? Then what's your excuse? The memory sprang up, entirely unbidden. His mouth had gotten him in trouble before, and it was still trying to do it now... succeeding, even. A smile formed on his face. He'd show them, with his actions, not his words.

Akuma wasn't too pleased about them having to wrangle a villain and then getting chewed out by some third-rate heroes he'd never heard of for doing their jobs. Crap neighborhood, crap heroes. Nobody wants to work in the slums unless it's a PR stunt. Passing the rec room, he backtracked a step to glance in the door-- as if sensing exposed skin-- to see Nanami soaking, naked, in a kiddie pool in the corner. Wow. Incredibly, he half-expected her to get away with it, at least in the short-term. Being physically drained after the fight with the Insatiable Devil, he pulled up a chair and decided to casually ogle Nanami in the meantime. His prior assessment still held-- this class was chock full of cuties.

Kane, having "changed" into black jeans, a white tank top and a cropped black jacket, was driving one of the trucks, but kept an ear out for Shawn's briefing. In truth, he was wondering why Shawn had deployed everyone at once. They wouldn't need everybody, and if they did, then it'd be sketchy as hell that Shawn knew. He strummed his fingers on the wheel. Well, either way he wasn't going to just sit on the sidelines and watch. His last mission, the one in Maine, had been physically painful for exactly that reason. Smiling, he piped up. "I got a question: why am I never in charge?" He was joking, of course-- being in charge would wreak merry havoc on his nerves-- but it was good to keep the mood light.

"An obstacle course." Kansuke breathed a sigh. "Finally, something that has to do with the job." He took a few moments to watch the others attempt the course, while also doing some stretches to warm up. He'd recovered from the citrus incident, but his ribs were still bruised so he wasn't going to be at his best-- but he lived for this. His dad had taught him how to handle these sorts of things. Stepping up to the platform, he tightened his boots as the thing scanned him, cracked his knuckles, and leapt right in. First, the pit full of poles. Judging by how one of them broke, they couldn't hold much weight for long. He didn't have time to think about it: he had to go with his gut. He grabbed the nearest one and swung-- then let go, grabbing the other one to make use of his momentum, making his way in a serpentine manner to conserve energy. Swing, let go, grab; swing, let go, grab. It wasn't long before he reached the next obstacle. Hopefully that wasn't real lava, but it wouldn't be an issue if he didn't fall. Avoid the lasers, land on the platforms. Nothing fancy-- go! It was tricky, but he was able to make it through without slicing himself to bits. A few grazes, including a nasty one on his cheek early on. The barbed wire crawl required barely any effort. It was killer on his chest, especially with his injury, but he couldn't help but smile through it. Just like Dad's. Wall climb, ropes, no knots or handholds. Gross. He was too heavy for that trick one of the girls had pulled... but he had another tactic in mind: He took a running start at the wall and ran up it a ways, before grabbing a rope and pulling himself up the rest. Fortunately, his boots were insulated, so stepping on the black squares made no difference-- who designed this course? Bridges and pendulums. His *least* favourite concept, but even with the robot it was all about timing and running in short bursts rather than trying to do it all at once. He even got the satisfaction of watching the robot get hit by a pendulum when he glanced back at the end. At last, he reached the weights section. With his midsection burning from the last few, he knew he wasn't going to be able to rely on his upper body strength much here, plus there were more void-damned robots. Slowing down his breathing, he picked a path and got started, lifting the first weight without issue and, once he'd slipped under it, simply jumped on top of the first robot's head and vaulted over the second weight. Already having the high ground, he did the same on the second robot and the third weight, relying on his strong legs. Having reached the end, he simply hopped into the slide and returned to the start, where he checked the timer. "Nice," he admitted, clutching his side, "But I mighta done better."

Yasha could hardly believe it. They faked a system error as a test? And he was considered to have failed by assuming it was a system error and not a test? He was fuming. He didn't want to destroy the school's regular security drones. He was so occupied with the thought that destroying the non-training robots would get him in trouble, and now he looked like an idiot. Everyone else figured it out, and to put insult to injury-- literally, the first wave of robots had banged him up good-- now the kid who had been all curious and nice to him earlier was giving him flak too. His head was down, but he could well imagine the looks on their faces. God, they must've thought he was stupid. That's what they always thought. He could feel the engine-growl forming in his throat. It was an unfair test, sending them in without so much as access to their costumes and then springing this on them. But anger would get him nowhere, so he swallowed his pride and took a deep breath. He had to keep a level head, and do better. Be better. In lieu of asking questions, he opted to stay quiet and listen.

When the barrage of fruits came at them Kansuke made the first decision that came to mind-- he stepped in front of the girls and swung his tray in a wide arc, causing those fruits that didn't stick to the tray or get swatted aside to hit him. All of them splattered on impact, including a rather soft citrus fruit that exploded against his shoulder and sprayed its juices into one of his eyes, so he didn't realize who was talking until she shouted, "Everyone--" "SON OF A," "--STOP." Kansuke's curse went unfinished as he peered through the stinging blurriness of his now citrus-burned eyes. Great, the vice-principal was here-- that'd sort things out. Oh, and Soren was there. Good to know he was still out here enforcing the rules-- someone had to since it seemed like this place was such a damn madhouse. "Crap, did you guys get hit? I can't really see, right now."

"AAAAAAAAAA--" Yasha's voice echoed down the road ahead of and behind him as he came flying out of an alleyway. Making a hairpin turn and sprinting through the mock city streets, followed by his own swarm of security robots, he came TEARING down the road towards Kio and Rei, screaming at the top of his lungs and pistoning his arms like his life depended on it. "--AAAAAAAAAA" And then he was gone, as swiftly and chaotically as he had come, still running at breakneck speed for the gate they came in from, making loud and distressed engine noises the whole way down.

Slowly, casually, as if trying not to be noticed, Kane produced a mug from the cupboard, made his cup of coffee (one teaspoon of sugar) and stirred it for a few moments while it cooled. Honestly, it was turning into a clown car in this kitchen. It looked like one of those plays with all the doors, and people running in and out of them, getting confused and misunderstanding one another at every turn. He'd seen one back he was in school, it was very funny. Deciding he didn't want to be caught up in whatever situation developed here-- regardless of how funny it was-- he took a sip of his coffee and promptly wove between his colleagues and out the door. "What a shitshow, 'uh?" He chuckled, to nobody in particular.

"Haah... Haah... is that all?!" Yasha was bent over, breathing heavily as he looked over a courtyard reupholstered in robo-gore. Standing up straight and dusting his hands off, he took a deep breath, then let it out in one big sigh. "Alright. Better get back to the others, then. Assuming I can even navigate--" <ALERT! ALERT! TOTAL OF 16 VILLAINS DETECTED IN TRAINING COURSE ZETA! ALERT! ALERT! LOCKDOWN PROCEDURES COMMENCING! MUST EXTERMINATE!> "Pardon?" Yasha turned and found himself getting swarmed by more robots-- only these ones weren't training robots, at least by the look of them. Deciding it would look bad if he attacked the school's security robots, he decided to take the less honorable option, and run. Shrieking like a bat out of hell, making various sputtering engine noises as he did so.

Yasha was lost. Or at least, he'd found himself in a sort of partly-brick, partly-sod courtyard between buildings, making it impossible to tell which direction he'd come from without committing to a direction or climbing a building. He couldn't sneer, per se-- his face didn't have that kind of expressiveness to it-- but he was very displeased. "At the very least, I'd appreciate some robots to fight," He grumbled. Almost on-cue, he heard a sharp hydraulic whine behind him. Wasting no time, he turned and punched, his hand becoming a large conical drill and skewering a spherical robot in mid-air. Turning his eyes upwards, he saw that there was a score of similar, spider-like robots of various shapes, all of them scuttling down the walls with that emotionless fervor robots always seemed to have, clusters of glowing red eyes staring down at him. "Tch." Prying the twitching spider-bot off his hand, he turned the other into a circular saw. "Careful what you wish for, Yasha."

Yasha had to admit-- a lot had happened in the last twenty minutes, and he wasn't fully sure he'd absorbed it all-- the monkey guy, that fast-talking kid who... winked at him... the earthshaking bundle of anxiety that was his homeroom teacher, and now they were going to fight robots again-- and that girl with the horrible Japanese upstaged him-- he was going to go first! Deciding he wasn't going to let anyone else get ahead of him, he stepped out, undid the top half of his tracksuit and threw it off, revealing the black tank-top underneath and his stupidly large arms. Whirling around, he showed them a bright, fanged grin. "Sup! I'm Yokuna! My Quirk is Tool Hands!" As if to illustrate his point, one of them transformed-- his forearm swelling with internal piping and moving parts and his hand elongating until he was once again brandishing a chainsaw for a hand-- one which roared like a bike-engine for a moment while the awe was fresh. "But you can all call me by my hero name: WORKSHOP!" Turning and pointing his chainsaw at the gate like a sword, his engine-like purr of a voice roared like a sports car as he charged after Diana. "NOW LET'S GO—O!"

Getting back on his feet, Akuma backed away from the fight, just enough to catch his breath. It was like this woman had a dozen Quirks-- strength, hunger, that breath attack, this rage-mode nonsense. It was like a boss battle in a video game. Once his arms stopped burning, he produced a new set of tentacles from his arms, circling her with the intention to wrap them around her neck again-- it almost worked before, so if he could pull it off again while Keika was keeping her busy... He waited until there was a window, doing his best to keep out of her sight, then pounced, one of his tentacles flinging him at the back of her head with the help of one of the few still-standing shelves: throwing a big one around her neck, coiling it around itself like a noose, and pulling it tight. [Go... to... sleep!]

"The others are getting closer." "I've noticed," Kansuke paused, weighing his options as he finished his food quickly. The queen of insecurity was within range of his throwing arm, and he kind of really wanted to plaster her face with something that'd be difficult to get out of her fur. On the other hand, he might get worse than a few bruised ribs this time around, and in this chaos who would be able to tell his blood from some vegetable-based sauce? "...I'm not picking another fight with that freak." He muttered, grabbing the miniature loaf of bread from his tray and stuffed it in his mouth, practically inhaling the whole thing. He turned to his classmate. "Cap Head. I'm gettin' outta here, you comin'?"

Kane scoffed, watching Derick leave yet maintaining his 'leaning' position where he was, despite the sudden lack of any support. "Well, that handles that... I guess. Ladies~" He mimed a salute, then turned to where Ray and May were starting up a card game. "Yo, Ray! I'm gonna grab a drink, I'll be right with ya!" He turn turned again and made for the kitchen, where he could pour himself a cup of coffee-- one of his primary sources of sustenance besides, obviously, demon blood. It was once he'd reached the kitchen that he found himself alone with one of the colleagues he hadn't spoken to much... Dana or Diane-- he was usually bad with names the first few times he spoke to someone. Tapping the kettle quickly to see if the water was hot-- mercifully, it was-- he gave her a side-long look and a nod, by way of greeting.

Yasha had to suppress a few giggles as Sun inspected him, but remained silent, just watching up until he was asked a question. "Are you... one of those... ro-butts?" Yasha burst into loud, growling laughter, a sound like a truck engine starting up. "No, not at all! My head's just kinda weird. Actually, come to think of it, neither of my parents have one like this-- so it's kinda REALLY weird!" He laughed again, more subdued this time. "Anyways, the doctors said it's shaped like this because it powers my Quirk or something-- I don't really get how it works, exactly." He give the monkey boy a once-over and cocked his head to the side. "I'm Yokuna. Nice to meet you, monkey man. What's your name?" Boy, this guy was kinda weird. Then again, everyone here was at least as weird as Yasha was-- he was used to being the elephant in the room, and now he was... normal by comparison. A part of him kind of liked that.

Interested and willing to play Nano again, if acceptable. If not, I'd still like to be the shapeshifter again.

U.A. High. It had been a long time coming but Yasha was ready. He'd worked hard to get here, and now he had the privilege of attending Japan's most prestigious hero school. He adjusted his tie and collar, slapped his faceplate where cheeks would be on a regular head, and cleared his throat-- a sound like a stalling lawnmower-- as he approached. "Let's see here, are you--" "Yasha Yokuna, present SIR!" He said, standing rather stiffly at-attention. "I'm honored to be here-- and prepared to do my best!" "I... see. So, why is it that you want to be a hero?" Yasha grinned in response, showing off his teeth. Despite being abnormally sharp, they were also the only part of his head that looked even marginally human. The whole engine-block for a head thing wasn't going to earn him any points for beauty, that was for sure. "Because being a hero is hard work, and I LOVE HARD WORK!" His throat made a revving sound as his voice went up, and he covered his mouth with his hand. "Ah, sorry. I got excited there." "I never really got your type, kid. But go ahead and head on in. You'll probably make more sense to Ruby Heart." "THANK YOU, MISTER GLORY SIR!" The door to the classroom slid open and the sound of engines revving filled the air as Yasha entered, waving a pair of screaming chainsaw blades over his head. "HELP! MY HANDS ARE CHAINSA-HA-HAAAAWS!" He broke into laughter on the word 'chainsaws' and doubled over, the tools shrinking away. He straightened up and smiled, showing off his fanged grin, and waved his, now regular hands. "Nah, I'm fine-- 's just my Quirk. Hi!"

"Do you come from a world of delicacies?" "They breed livestock where you're from, right? Like cows and sheep and stuff?" Kansuke couldn't really get a word in edgewise at first, so he just ate and watched them rant until they actually paused for breath. "OK, to answer your questions: no, and no. We mostly eat fish, shellfish, leviathan meat--" He furrowed his eyebrows, suddenly having a realization. "Oh. Salt." He looked down at his food and snapped his fingers. "Damn, I must be stupid.... oh well." Returning to the conversation, he picked up where he left off. "Anyway, we also have a lot of fruit..."

[Hard Work is Happy Work] "There's no substitute for hard work!" [Name] Yasha Yokuna [Age] 15 [Birthday] June 25th [Gender] M [Appearance] 177cm, 80kg. His head looks like the body of a chainsaw, with a red face-plate and a toothy mouth. [Personality] Yasha is a hard-working and tenacious soul. He's humble, and not afraid to get his hands dirty, but can sometimes be a bit dense or thick-headed-- academically he doesn't take to new concepts easily, and struggles to keep his grades up. It's a miracle he passed the written exam, really. In his spare time, he watches videos of things being crushed by a hydraulic press. He's also really fond of how girls look in uniforms and costumes, which is at least part of his motivation for being a hero. [Biography] Yasha has always loved the feeling of his own hard work paying off, and he was always happy to do more than was asked of him. Like many kids in this society, he loved heroes growing up, and wanted to be one because, as he saw it, being a hero was hard work-- and he loved hard work! There was also, to a lesser extent, the appeal of getting to look at girls in costume, but he would never admit to that. His little sister Yuri is one of his biggest motivations. [Quirk] Tool Hands He can transform his hands into fully-functioning power-tools. This can range from simple saws and drills to more specialized tools-- he just has to know how it works.

"Yeesh, chill out, bro!" Kane sidled up next to Derick, propping an elbow on his shoulder and flashing a toothy smile. As always, Kane looked like he was on vacation-- barefoot, wearing an open, bright pink, floral print shirt that did not match his cuffed black jeans in the slightest. He wasn't carrying a weapon like his partner, but anyone who knew him knew that didn't mean he was unarmed. He'd been tossing an apple between his hands during the meeting, which he now took a bite out of. "I'm sure she didn't mean anything by it, D." He turned his eyes down toward Kira, his grin widening. "Ri~ght?"

"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!"

Kansuke followed his new company into cover, trying desperately not to spill his food. Once he was situated, he noticed her using the tray like a helmet. Smart. "Colia, huh?" He tried to remember what his dad had told him about Colia. "I've heard you guys have military academies. Lucky you." He took a bite of food. "Where I'm from, you only get that kind of training if you join the Watch, the Overseers, or a gang." "Sigma Reach, Decima Seven. S'not as bad as people think." He took another bite of his food. "The food's not as bland, for example."