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Number 28 - The Fount of Freedom (HARD WIP)

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Nat was, for lack of better words, fucking pissed. The lack of good sleep hadn't really help anything, her resting bitch face somehow looking even more irritated with dark eye bags. It had been two weeks since she had her encounter with Hemlock, and its been all she had been able to think about. The news about Tsubasa hadn't helped her either; it had turned her disdain of the system into full blown distrust. More importantly, she was convinced that Hemlock was a part of it. Natalia never liked that bitch anyways, and with how everything was aligning she couldn't help but suspect her. She turned towards her hand, smoke rising from her fingertips as her nightmares flashed before her eyes. It was strange, she turned herself into smoke all the time; even the first time she used her quirk she didn't really think much about it. However, seeing her arms vanish the way they did that day as she stood there helplessly, unable to return was something else. She hadn't felt nearly that helpless since the day she nearly died way back when. "Fucking bitch." She muttered under her breath, shuddering. Natalia glanced around the room. A good number of her students had left, and the teachers were panicking. She knew it was all a shit show, but this was starting to get ridiculous. She almost considered leaving herself, if it weren't for the fact that she had to figure out what that bitch did to her. Plus, there was no way in hell Dad would let her leave. Speaking of which, she made sure not to tell him anything about what happened. She couldn't trust the man with this - for all she knew, he was in on it as well. With all this talk about traitors, and with her recurring nightmares, she was starting to trust people less than she already did as the days went on. For all she knew, there could be more spies among them in this very classroom. She had to be weary of them all, even the innocent seeming ones. This Psyshock clown wasn't really helping with anything, and the idea that they were doing a sports festival despite all the crazy bullshit the past couple of weeks was completely absurd to her. What's worse, all these idiots seemed to have completely forgotten about it, getting swooped up in the excitement of said festival. Or maybe they were just trying to cope with it, not wanting to face the grim reality that the hands they were placed in might not be the best. Either way she couldn't help but scoff. "Worthless." She stood from her desk, slamming her hands on it. "You guys can go and waste precious time playing games or whatever the fuck you idiots are going to do. But I'm going to do their fucking job and get to the bottom of all this bullshit." She pointed a finger towards Psyshock as she spoke, before clenching her hand into a fist. "And when I find that little toxic bitch I'm gonna...!" She could feel herself losing composure, both her tempter and her body as parts of it violently started turning into smoke. She glanced around the room again, her body starting to form again, before letting out another scoff as she took her seat again, arms crossed as she leaned back on her chair.

Natalia walked up to the gate, her eyes unusually lite up with passion. Even though it was another test, Natalia found herself pumped; a feeling she wasn't used to. This emotion had been burning up inside her the entire time; she even bothered working on her costume, much to her father's joy, although she left a lot of it up to interpretation. She begrudgingly had to give credit where it was do - she was quite fond of her outfit. She didn't plan on using her costume much at all, even if it was very nice. However, this was a special occasion. Of course, she knew beating Yuuka wouldn't solve all of her problems - not even close - but it would be her first step on her journey for true justice. She wanted her outfit to be a symbol of that. Yuuka greeted the team, but Nat simply stared daggers at her back. Hemlock's faux humility wasn't going to get to her; she knew how all these hero types were. Egotistical, one way or another. She grit her teeth, glancing towards the briefcase. The others could focus on getting the case back, she thought to herself. The only thing she cared about was the women holding it. Around her waist were bottles she had ordered and filled with her own smoke to make makeshift smoke bombs. "You're going down, Hemlock!" Natalia bark, bitter venom coating her words as she followed behind Diana, smoke trailing behind each of her steps. She didn't have any weapons; her quick meant that fighting with her bare hands was the better alternative. As she got closer, Nat blew a small smoke cloud towards Yuuka's face in an attempt to disorient her for Diana's attack. The fight was on.

Cyanthrax turned towards Roy, who still looked absolutely furious. A wide grin stretched across his face as the man asked him the question. "Well, if this is anything like my version of this place... we're gonna meet up with a lady in a fancy hat, and she's going to tell us we're beating the shit out of each other for entertainment." He leaned in closer to Roy as he spoke, a trail of smoke leaving his mouth as he continued to speak. "See, all you had to do was ask! Even if fighting was more exciting." He exclaimed, turning around as he let out a cackle. "Now hurry the fuck up! The sooner we get this shit over with, the sooner I can get more drinks in me." . . . As Mauvache gave her speech, Cyan crossed his arms. Of course, even this wasn't anything like the Prana he knew - now they were defending the city instead of fighting each other? That seemed a lot less exciting, although from what it sounded like he was still getting paid to kick ass. He scoffed as she indirectly called him a hero, wondering exactly why he had been called here. The Mauv he knew summoned him specifically because he was villainous. Thinking about it, he still wasn't sure if this was even his Mauv, or if Mauv even had different versions. He had to make sure, at least to satiate his curiosity. "Heyyy, Mauv, 'member me?" He said, walking up to the screen. She raised an eyebrow. "Hm? I'm afraid I don't follow. Should I?" The demon frowned, crossing his arms. "Nothing? Not even a name, or where I'm from?" "Of course I know that. I brought you here. Did you not understand my explanation?" She responded. Cyan stood there, baffled for a moment, his mind taking a moment to think. It didn't seem like this was the Mauvache he knew. "So you're no- ah, forget it." He said, with an exasperated sigh, turning around. "Getting real tired of this multi dimensional bullshit." He muttered, before turning his head back towards Mauv. "Can ya tell me where the nearest bar is? I need a drink." "Why, that would be Tegur's Tavern, I can have someone direct you to it soon if you'd like." "Perfect! I'm assuming that shit is on the house? Considering you did drag my ass here without a dollar to my name." "Well, I do intend to pay you; you might as well ask him to put it on a tab for you. I'm certain he won't mind." "Not even a free fucking drink, huh? Well, as long as I can get my drink now..." He growled, crossing his arms. "At least Tegur is still there... even if it's my Tegur. Or however the fuck this works." Mauv simply gave the demon a mysterious smile, which only caused him more frustration and confusion. At this point, he didn't even want to try and figure out what that meant - he just wanted his damn drink.

EDIT: fuck dragons, crab is my friend now

Cyan found himself propelled backwards by a spout of water, which seemed to at least temporarily douse the flames surrounding his obsidian shell. The fish had managed to separate him from Roy, Cyan landing on the ground still very much on fire. With a groan, Cyan snapped his finger, the black substance around his body receding as the flames flickered away. Opening his mouth released an alarming amount of smoke, almost like there was a fire inside of him. Approaching him were the magic boys, a strange green circle appearing around him as the one with the silly hat spoke. He gave the hatted one a scowl, before turning to Masaru. "Eh? I said where we were! It's Prana, dumb ass! Or some bastardized version of it, anyways..." He said, clearly annoyed. "Why the fuck am I stuck here explaining shit, anyways! Isn't she suppose to do that!?" As he ranted, the mysterious man showed up out of thin air, seemingly annoyed that the two had started a fight. "Finally!" Not quite what he as looking for, but it was something. At least he knew that the Arena still existed; if that were the case, there were probably other similarities to his old new world as well. Which meant that, if this place wasn't a complete bastardization, there would be a bar at the Arena. He turned towards Masaru, his sword fading to smoke as he took some steps forwards. "Let's get the fuck out of here. We've got places to go and people to see." He cracked his knuckles, grinning. "More importantly, we've got drinks to drink! Bwahaha!" Whether anyone had followed him or not, Cyan marched on wards, scowling as he patrolled the streets. The lights were somehow more obnoxious than they were from the park, causing him to squint occasionally. The noise from the people walking around him wasn't helping, especially as he caught a few of them glancing at him, although most seemed to be busy with their own thing. He wasn't even sure if he was going the right way; even though his gut was telling him that he was, the whole city felt like an overwhelming maze. Still, Cyan was never one to distrust his guy. It had, after all, always served him well. Grumpily, he marched onward, determined to find the arena.

Wada waited for the beast to appear on the streets below, notably antsy about whatever creature they were about to fight. A combination of both fear and excitement rushed through him as he stared intently at the darkness, gripping harder on his mallet as he waited for something to happen. The anticipation was killing him; patience was never his strong suit, after all, and the howl wasn't helping. The fairy boy had heard many howls before, wolves being familiar creatures of the forest. This howl, however, was different - otherworldly, even. As the smoke enveloped the town, Wada raised his mallet to the sky, the mallet turning blue. Orange lights appeared from the fog; first a pair, and then suddenly more. From the fog emerged a rather eldritch looking wolf and, shortly after, two other ones appear behind it. His plan was simple; he was going to weaken the wolves by making them smaller. His wings fluttered as he took a step forward, gritting his teeth. Whatever plan his fellow Jaeger had, surely it would be made easier with smaller wolves. At the very least, he'd be able to deal with them better after he was done. "Let's do this!" He said, trying to stir himself with a makeshift sense of confidence.

"Hemlock?" Natalia muttered under her breath, snapping out of her half-hearing trance at the mention of the hero. So they were making them fight the teachers for the test it seemed. He had heard many names and miscellaneous things from her father about various heroes, and Hemlock was no exception. She knew that she had quit the hero business years ago due to the passing away of her partner. It was a sad story, no doubts about that - Natalia felt bad for her despite the contempt she held against her for her decision. While tragic, her quitting showed she wasn't cut for the job. Most of the clowns running around playing hero weren't; she presumed if something like what happened to poor Hemlock happened to them they'd turn tail and run away from their obligation. They were weak. For once, she felt motivated to participate in the class event, even willingly moving herself from the corner to group up with the others she was teaming up with. Still, she had been slow to move, catching up to the other three in the middle of their discussion. Rome Depot and Electrolyte were starting to try and think of a strategy. "Well, lucky for us, we have quite a collection of quirks." She said, crossing her arms. "As long as we keep Electrolyte safe from Twilex, this won't be a problem." She turned towards Yasha, before glancing over to Rei. Her quest to figure out what happened to Rei that day would have to be put on hold. This fight with Hemlock was more than just another test - this was personal.

Cyan grit his teeth as the pressure on his chest was increased. “I’d love to answer your stupid fucking questions, but first would you kindly...” Roy would suddenly feel his foot drop, splintering the tree that was behind the demon as it went through smoke. He would also feel someone grabbing the back of his collar. “...get the FUCK off me!” Cyanthrax rolled Roy over his shoulder, slamming him onto the ground. The demon brushed off his jacket, giving the boy a nasty glare. “As for your question, I know of a Morgan.” He eyed the boy up and down. “...I doubt it’s whoever the fuck you’re talking about, unless you’re looking for a bratty witch with a thing for skulls.” The demon crossed his arms, letting out a sigh. “Not like it matters. We’re all from different worlds, dumbass; none of the shit you’re talking about means anything to me. Or anyone else here. Couldn’t you tell at least something was up when you saw a talking fish?” He pointed towards Aduain, before moving his arms towards the trio of wizards. “Or how about the group of wizards casually talking about magic over there? Maybe...” He moved his hand towards Devin, tilting his head. “...well I have no idea what I’m looking at, but I doubt they have whatever the fuck that is from where you are.” He turned back towards Roy, crossing his arms. The grass surrounding Roy began to be singed by the heat emanating from his body as he balled his fists, getting a better grip. Before Cyan could react, Roy had pushed himself up into a handstand, driving both of his heels into the demon's chin. A small sonic boom was released from the sheer speed of his feet, echoing through the park as a loud crack to punctuate his hit. "An abomination made by those crazy bioalchemists. And I don't know what the fuck a wizard is, but what I can hear of their talk sounds a hell of a lot like the witches I've had to turn into pulp." He tilted his head back and forth, letting out a series of pops, before glancing back at the assembled group. "You know, after I'm done with you, I'm going to have to ask them, too. I'd much prefer you told me who the hell is in charge of what the hell is going on here. After my years in the cavalry, I never liked dealing with kids." Cyan picked himself up from the ground, cracking his knuckles. “You’re somehow dumber than you look - a fucking MIRACLE if you ask me!” A wicked grin stretched across his face, as he snapped his fingers. In front of him appeared flames and, from the flames, appeared a rapier that the demon caught with his left hand. “I can’t wait to make you bleed while you still can!” With inhuman speeds, the demon lunged forwards, leaving a trail of flame and smoke behind him. A hellish flame consumed his sword as the demon moved in, ready to impale his target. "Huh. Southpaw, then?" With a swift dip to his left, Roy narrowly dodged the lunge, before unleashing a flurry of blows tracing up Cyan's arm, ending with a solid palm strike to his chest. When it hit, a blast of hot air was released from between the two of them, turning all the grass within ten feet of them into ash that was instantly scattered. The demon, while seemingly uninjured, was launched back a good deal by this last attack. "Please tell me you can do more than light your stupid sword on fire. Toys like that are weak as hell." He pounded on his chest with both fists, a grin now overtaking his own face as well. "SHOW ME SOMETHING INTERESTING!" “HAH! YOU'RE REALLY GONNA TALK A HIT LIKE THAT!?” He screamed, slashing at the air in front of him. “I’ve been hit harder by a teenage girl, you runt!” Flames circled around Cyanthrax as his eyes narrowed. “You wanna see something interesting!? I’LL GIVE YOU INTERESTING!” He barked, flames coming from his mouth. He rocketed towards Roy once again at alarming speeds, this time propelled by flames from his feet. This time, however, as he got close to the man, he would disappear in smoke. Cyan slashed at Roy’s back as he appeared behind him, the tip of his blade ignited with a dark, demonic flame as it left a trail of smoke. A hint of a laugh escaped Roy's lips as his opponent disappeared in front of his eyes. He could hear him reappear behind him, but he was already moving accordingly. After all, this wasn't the first time the coward had used this trick. As Roy pivoted on his heel, digging his feet into the ground to stabilize him for his next attack, Aduain (and anyone else capable of observing Roy's aura) would see his whole body go dark, as it all was focused into the five tips of his fingers of his right hand. Even to those unable to see the mechanism by which Roy powered himself up would see a bright light shining from the hand, eclipsed by the man and the demon in the briefest fragment of time. "FIVE-FINGER" Roy lunged forward toward his opponent, taking no regard for self-preservation. He was the unstoppable force, not the well-reasoned, cautious one. "BUNKER BUSTER!" A black substance formed around Cyanthrax’s body, before he seemingly burst into hellfire. From within the fiery body that was now Cyanthrax came a light, waiting for the bastard to come near him. “LET’S BLOW THIS PLACE SKY HIGH, MOTHERFUCKER!” He was ready to nuke the place in hellfire, making sure Roy was as close to the explosion as possible.

Cyan took a moment to take in the scenery of what lied ahead of him. taking a few steps forwards. The more he looked at the city the more annoyed he was - annoying lights decorated the buildings even further what he could see from the park and, somehow, there were more buildings than he remembered. It almost made him think this wasn't the place he knew, but there were signs that it was Prana. The biggest one of them was the literal sign that had the words "Prana" on it. The others were talking among themselves; good, he wasn't in the mood to get social. As he started walking, however, he heard someone. "Hey mister uhhh...." Cyanthrax turned around, glaring at the fish that had been on top of the fountain. He was annoyed as the creature called him "Mister Purple". "The name's Cyanthrax. Now beat it." He barked, marching on forwards, hoping that would be enough to keep the fish away. He was wrong, as Aduain continued to ask questions. The demon let out an annoyed sigh, rolling his eyes as he stopped and turned towards the nuisance. "It's a big city, a pain in the ass to navigate. Almost as annoying as you. As for the bar..." He turned back towards the city, starting to make his way once again. "I need a couple of drinks. Especially if I'm going to have to deal with all of you from now on."

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.

The next day Natalia was greeted by a substitute teacher; some mechanical looking clown called Dreadvolt. She didn't really care about whatever buffoonery he was going on about; she glanced over towards Rei. She seemed okay, or at least as okay as Fan Cam usually was. The exception being that she was wearing a scarf, probably to hide the bruises she got on her neck. Good - the less these idiots knew about what happened to her the better. She needed to know what villain had attacked her classmate and stop them; the last thing she needed was the circus brigade getting in her way. She'd have to talk to Rei about it later, somewhere more private than their homeroom classroom. Her attention was brought away from the girl and towards their new classmate Hoshino Rika. "Kaleidoscope" She muttered under her breath, assigning a nickname for the new girl once she saw what her quirk did, before turning her attention towards the roof of the classroom as she leaned back on her chair. The new girl didn't really strike her as anything phenomenal, just another well meaning, starry eyed sheep in the herd. At least she didn't seem annoying like some of these other jokers.

Needs No Introduction

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Lok Epilogue Lok wasn't sure exactly what happened after he was knocked on the wall. All he really knew is that they had managed to save Arceus in the end, their mission successful. With peace returned to the land, Lok went back to his home in Alpha, having experienced more than enough adventuring for his liking. Despite it being rough at time, he was glad he decided to embark on it. All the friends he made along the way, and learning more about himself, made his quest to adventure all worth it. Things back at home changed drastically, due to Giratina's influence being gone. Things had calmed down between Alpha and Omega, something that made Lok glad to see. Gwen was doing well, much to his relief. In fact, Gwen had entrusted him with that weird lamp that they had gotten during their adventures. Honestly, Lok had forgotten they had taken it with them, although once he saw it again for the first time in what felt like forever, he instantly remembered the menacing aura it radiated. He was hesitant on taking care of the lamp for her, but it was the least he could do. Plus, while it unnerved him, it also peaked his curiosity. One day, while Lok was washing the lamp, he felt the lamp suddenly jerk around in his hand. Lok nearly dropped it as it kept moving around, almost as if something was trying to break free. Finally, out of the lamp emerged a strange looking Gijinka. Lok fell on his back, confused as the stranger stretched, the ghost boy trying to figure out what was going on. It took him a bit to realize who was in front of him right now. "Kekeke, it was getting soooo cramped in there." They said, stretching from their time in the lamp. "Hoopa...?" Hoopa turned towards Lok, a smirk stretching on their face. "Oooh did you let me out to play?" Before Lok could say anything, he felt a surge of water fall on his head. Looking up, he saw a hoop above him, another one having been placed in the river he was using to wash the lamp. "I...I can't believe it!" Lok said, more excited about his idol being here than his now wet close. "It's... It's actually you! I didn't think- Oh wow, I-" He felt a hand plant on his shoulder, coming from behind him out of one of Hoopa's rings. "Hmm? Usually people get mad when I do this. Why didn't you?" "How can I be mad? The greatest prankster of all time is in the room with me right now! I'm you're biggest fan!" Hoopa gave the boy a confused, but amused look. "Fan? Uhhhh... kekeke, you're a strange one. Hey...is that old pretend ghost still around? Wanna mess with him with me?" "Of course! Oh, how could I forget!" Lok stands up, extending his arm out. "The name's Lok!" Hoopa reached out to meet the boy, but paused. With a grin, they reach past his hand and grab his arm and tug him into a portal with them. "Kekeke, almost, but you've got a loooot to learn." Lok let out a laugh as Hoopa dragged him through the portal. He had thought he had enough adventure, but this. This was different. He was going to have a lot of fun. Scarlet Epilogue Scarlet roamed the jungles of Mowloo, a metallic red mask on her face to hide the burn across her face. She had brutally been singed by the mad Houndoom's attacks during the final confrontation. The burn once symbolized a failure on her part; despite how strong she had gotten, she had succumbed at the final step. Luckily, the rest of the warriors were able to save Arceus in the end, and the world returned to normal. The world was at peace, at least for now, and things could return to mostly normal. However, she had a different goal. No longer was she just an explorer wandering the land. She had to be stronger, to protect her people, and the world. With the Legends coming out of hiding, she used her favor with the ones she had met to find Cobalion, honing her skills with the musketeer. In her training, she met the other Swords of Justice and, eventually, started roaming the land. Scarlet stopped in her tracks, her ears perking up as she heard a faint cry in the distance. Almost instantly, she sprinted towards the plea for help, her cape flowing in the wind. "Help!" A Dustox cried, his back up against a tree as a thuggish looking Toxicroak loomed over him. "There ain't nobody helping you now, punk!" The Toxicroak bellowed, a red blade jutting out of his wrist. The Dustox looked in horror as the poison dripped from the blade, flinching as he saw the blade fly towards him. "Huh?" Suddenly, between the two gijinka was Scarlet, her pincer gripped tightly on the thug's wrist. The color on the Toxicroak's face faded as he slowly realized what was happening. "N-no way!" He belted out, struggling to break the masked scizor's grip. "You... you're not real!" Somehow, he managed to break free from Scarlet's grip, only to be greeted by a bullet punch to his gut. As he was sent tumbling on the ground, he looked up in horror as Scarlet walked up slowly to him, dead silent. He could feel her piercing glare stare into his soul as he struggle to compose himself. "Y-You...!" Before he had time to blurt out a word, Scarlet was already dashing towards him. She had been doing this for a while; between protecting those in need of help and training with Cobalion, Scarlet had her hands full. Her business between training and vigilantism, she became a sort of local legend herself. Her title alone kept the jungles safe, striking fear into any wrongdoers and miscreants trying to cause trouble. She was the Crimson Crusader.

Natalia had wandered off away from Hakaro, begrudgingly picking up the trash from the ground and putting it in a bag. She used her quirk to lift up or readjust lighter pieces of garbage like wrappers and straws around, helping her a bit, but overall it was a slow and frustrating process. "This is so stupid..." She muttered to herself, kicking some sand in the process. "What a drag!" She shouted, crushing the can in her hand. As she did, she saw Rome Depot walking around, towards another student. Notably, not Rei; wasn't he suppose to be helping that other girl with... whatever it was they were assigned to do? She was pretty sure whatever was going on in there was far more important and interesting than trash collecting, and Fan Cam could probably use some help. Of course, she'd have to remember where they were assigned to go. With a bit of a skip in her step, she started walking around, trying to find where they had gone. When she got there, Nat couldn't help but let an audible gasp. She found Rei with the principle, the latter talking on the phone about dismissing the trip. Good news, Nat thought, before she noticed what looked like bruises on Rei's neck. Did Glory do that? No, he seemed too concerned for that to be the case. Plus, it wouldn't really make sense. There must have been some sort of villain attack. She had seen this scenario play out before. Glory showed up to save the day, but he had gotten there too late; Rei had already gotten hurt. They always arrived too late. Gritting her teeth, Nat decided it would be best if she started getting on the bus. With the bag of garbage still in her hand, she turned around, ready to leave this place.

The following week of class was nothing to write home about, each seeming as unqualified as the last. One of them couldn't even be assed to show up on the first day of class! She noted that they seemed rather young to be teaching them. Still, it wasn't all bad - at least they were actually teaching them, even if they seemed to be better at teaching regular classes than actual herosim. However, any hopes that she had that things were looking up vanished when, at the end of the week, they were going to the beach. For some reason. She showed up on that Sunday, visibly annoyed. Truth be told, the slip they had given her was crumpled up somewhere in her backpack - she had planned to just pretend this whole thing didn't exist. What's the point of giving them permission slips if they were just going to give her father one anyways!? She almost considered not showing up anyway, but whatever was waiting for them at the beach was nothing to the nagging her father would have given her if he found out she skipped out. Crossing her arms, she entered the bus, scoffing as she passed by Glory. Unfortunately for her, the back of the bus was already taken. Shame too, she was looking to sit by Hoth Topic again. She knew he wasn't going to talk; after all, despite being the person she sat next to the entire week he was somehow the person she knew the least about. Just the way she liked it. She settled to sit next to Cat Girl. Nat didn't quite have a good read on the girl, which meant she wasn't going to talk too much. Plus, unlike most of these idiots, she seemed somehow more annoyed about the trip than she was. Tsubasa's face was planted on the window as Nat sat next to her, aggressive meowing and growling coming from her. "You seem excited." Natalia say with a hint of annoyance. "Thrrrrilled," Tsubasa said, slightly muffled as her cheek was still pressed against the window. "I didn't think there was a place I could go worse than the classroom so soon here." "Tell me about it." Nat replied, crossing her arms. "First the stupid test, and now this. What a joke." "At least the test was in a city." The girl looked over to Nat, clearly distressed as she continued. "But this is the beach! It's nothing but sand! Do you know how hard it is to run in sand? You can't climb sandcastles either." Nat shook her head. "I was talking more about it being a waste of time and resources." She rolled her eyes, glancing over to the cat girl. "But I guess the sand thing is annoying too. Not like it matters. This whole thing is probably just another pop quiz." "Ehhhh, really? That sucks." Tsubasa slumped further into her seat, placing both of her feet on the seat in front of her. "Let's hope it has nothing to do with whales." Whales?

Nat was almost disappointed there weren't any villains around. She figured it was some sort of test, or a genuine malfunction from the start. And yet, she kinda hoped it was some sort of elaborate attack by a villain or two. Nat simply rolled her eyes as she crossed her arms. "Of course it was a test." It was a bitter taste in her mouth; the reckless abandon of letting hell break loose in a mock city is exactly the type of flamboyant extravagance that rubs her the wrong way. Rei voiced her opposition against the exam, with Yumi following up with safety concerns. "It's absolutely ridiculous. Flashy, dangerous, and stupid; welcome to the hero business." "Principal Glory told me to let you know that replacements should be ready soon. The same goes for you, Miss Kemuri. You shouldn't have to expose yourself next time you use your quirk." "Thanks" She said bitterly, leaning back on the chair. It was nice to hear she didn't have to go streaking every time she wanted to use her quirk - those smoke outfits she made did the job just fine, but not having to worry about it in the first place was good. She took a glance towards the ceiling, letting a trail of smoke escape her mouth as she let out a sigh. "What a drag."

Scarlet Team SuperPower Scarlet grinned as the Lucario seemed to be at his wits, almost surprised that he was losing. Her victory was short lived though, as she watched the Lucario strike Taiga with a Force Palm, sending the shark girl flying back. "Taiga!" Scarlet shouted, sprinting towards the crater on the wall. She found Taiga unconscious, blood everywhere on her around her mouth. "Hey, wake up! C'mon, he's... almost..." She said, nudging her friend with no response. Tears started rolling down her cheek as dread started setting in. In frustration, she slammed the ground next to her. Taiga was barely breathing in her state; still technically alive, but in her current state, that wouldn't last very long. "Thank you... for everything, partner." She gave her friend's body a hug, before picking herself up. She was distraught, as tears continued to roll down her face. However, she couldn't stay and mourn her friend - Taiga wouldn't want that, she was sure. She still had to take down that son of a bitch. "YOU BASTARD!" Scarlet shouted, immediately breaking into a mad dash towards the Lucario. She didn't even notice that the others had landed a heavy blow on the Lucario. Nor did she notice the wrestler that was also making his way towards the Godslayer. The only thing on her mind was taking down the bastard that had killed Taiga. She struck the Aura Sphere that was launched at her, sending it barreling towards the side as she pressed the attack. Their fists locked for a moment, as the Lucario grabbed onto Scarlet's Bullet Punch, gritting his teeth. "You took her from me!" She screamed, the ground cracking below the two as she pulled back her other arm, before swinging it towards the Lucario. The Lucario caught it with his free hand, leaving both of his arms occupied. "Your reign of terror ends here, you bastard!" The Godslayer's palms started to light up, getting ready to send Scarlet barreling back, when suddenly Randy came from behind him. With a dark energy in his hands, Randy grabbed the back of the Godslayers head, ripping him away from the Scizor. With one swift rotation, the Incineroar spun around and slammed the Lucario onto the ground. Scarlet was caught by surprise by the sudden ally. She couldn't tell what type of gijinka he was, but that didn't really matter right now. "Thanks." She said, her eyes still locked onto the Lucario that was picking himself up. Both Scarlet and Randy got into a fighting stance next to each other, as Lucario prepared to attack the two in front of him. However, he suddenly jumped back, as if he felt another come to join them. Scarlet let out a gasp as she saw a torrent of water rushing towards the Lucario. "Taiga!" She was alive and ok, somehow. She wasn't sure how; maybe another gijinka had healed her. She'd have to ask later, though - they had a fight, as Taiga sent the Lucario flying to the other side of the room. She turned towards her new muscular friend, a crazy idea coming to her. "Launch me upwards." Randy seemed confused, slightly hesitant. "Trust me!" With a shrug, Randy did as the Scizor demanded, tossing her upwards towards the sky. Scarlets wings fluttered as she landed on the ceiling, before using all of her force to launch herself off of it, leaving behind a small crater as she dive bombed the Lucario with a Superpower, putting as much force into her punch as she possibly could. The dark energy shattered around her like glass, giving the dust cloud around the two a sort of shimmer. Scarlet stood up from the huge crater they had left on the ground, steam flowing from her body as she looked down on the Lucario. He seemed to be at his last wits, but he wasn't down for the count, as he slowly stood back up, blood on his lips. Despite his body condition, however, his eyes still had the same fiery anger they had not too long ago. Scarlet brought her arms up, ready to keep the fight going. She still had to take down that son of a bitch.

Lok Team Gijinka Lok and his clones made their way towards the Lucario. Considering everyone else's attacks were seemingly not having the best results, Lok doubted his attacks would be able to hurt the slayer even if he was able to land something. The best he could do, he figured, was to try and burn their foe. Lok noticed he was running alongside a hooded gijinka with a fiery maw, getting ready to attack. While he was easily able to dodge the attack, it gave Lok enough time to surround the Lucario with his clones, as he did his best to try and land a Will-o-Wisp. The Godslayer didn't have time to counter strike Nani, the ghost boy surrounding him with clones. All four of the clones seemingly fired off their own Wisp, although only one of them would actually burn. Not like it mattered, as the Lucario, with an impressive show of acrobatics, managed to not only dodge all of the ghastly fired, but also managed to plant a Force Palm right into one of the clones throats, causing it to disappear into a puff of smoke. An ExtremeSpeed quickly took out another one soon after. Lok let out an audible gulp, another wisp forming in his and his last clone's hand. However, Lok was starting to panic as the Lucario seemed to stare straight at him - the real Lok, knowing fully well which one of the two was real. Lok wanted to back down then and there, but his legs were moving on his own, as him and his clone charge forwards. Before the Lucario could react, however, a Dark Pulse shot from the arena, coming from Nine. While he was able to side step out of the way of the attack, it made it harder for him to jump out of the way of the Wisps coming at him, the real one striking him right in the chest. Lok didn't have time to celebrate though, as the Lucario very quickly darted towards him, slamming his gut with a Force Palm that sent the ghost boy flying back as the clone disappeared. Lok slammed on the ground repeatedly, before crashing against the wall. He nearly blacked out from the impact, his vision blurry as blood slipped from his mouth. Still, he had a faint smile on his face as his attack hit its mark.

Scarlet Team SuperPower Scarlet landed from her attack, water droplets gracefully falling around her, next to the Lucario. The Godslayer didn't seem keen on getting sucker punched like that, the Lucario turning towards Scarlet. "Yes. We. WILL!" She shouted, darting forwards once more towards the Lucario. As she dashed in, she barely managed to sidestep the Force Palm coming her way, before getting socked in the ribs by a sudden Extreme Speed, sending her staggering back. Gritting her teeth, she jumped up into the air, bringing her massive pincers down on the Lucario's head. However, just as quickly as the Lucario had struck her, he side stepped it effortlessly, leaving Scarlet exposed in the crater of her own attack. She let out a gasp of pain as the Force Palm struck her side, sending her staggering back. She barely had time to catch herself from falling as the Lucario fired an Aura Sphere towards her, the Scizor barely having time to bring her arms up to block the attack. "Damn... he's fast..." She remarked, gritting her teeth as she swung her arms to the side. Even with her sudden power-up, she could barely keep up with the Godslayer. Still, she wasn't about to let up now. She darted back in, firing a Bullet Punch towards the Lucario. The Godslayer simple pushed her arm to the side, before slamming her gut with a Force Palm. Scarlet let out a gasp as she stood her ground, the floor beneath her shattering from the impact. Despite the pain, however, Scarlet grinned, gripping the Godslayer's arm with a Bug Bite from her other arm. "Gotcha." She remarked, her wings fluttering as she spun around, carrying the Lucario with her. She lobbed the Godslayer towards Taiga, who was ready to strike. "Now!" "I'm gonna rip you to shreds for hittin' me like that!" Taiga shouted, a wicked grin stretched on her face as the Lucario flew towards her. She sunk her vicious jaw into the Lucario's shoulder, the dark energy around her maw exploding. She let out what sounded like a laugh, although it was muffled due to the shoulder in her mouth. With a violent twist, she slammed the Lucario onto the ground, jaws still locked on his shoulder. "Good work!" Scarlet said, her shoulders slumping as steam rose from her body. If they kept that up, they could take down this impossibly strong foe. She held her side, keeping her eyes locked on the Lucario.

Smoke poured out of Natalia's fingers as she clenched her fist, trying to think of what she could do to stop the T-Rex. The best she could hope to do is to blind the T-Rex with a smokescreen and pray that the others could take it out. "Quit bitching and start helping." She remarked towards Inu, stepping forward with a trail of smoke behind her, before fully turning into a cloud of smoke, leaving behind her clothing once again. She needed to get on top of this thing if she planned on blinding it. Luckily, the machine didn't seem to even notice her floating up towards it, as her classmates had sprung into action. As she made her way up towards the robot's head, the others were doing a lot of work to take the thing done. Plates from the machine had been ripped off, and notably there was now an exposed beating metal heart glowing from inside it. It didn't take a genius to figure out that its weak spot was now exposed. She landed on one of the rooftops next to the giant machine, the robot itself moving far too much for her to land on top of. Extending her arm out, she let out a steady stream of smoke that slowly started surrounding the robotic dinosaur's head. Natalia smirked as smoke emitted from her body, creating a pseudo-dress of purple haze. "Smoke's up! Go for the heart!"

Lok Team Gijinka Lok nearly fainted under the pressure from the next room. Standing there was a blindfolded Lucario, tossing a familiar face to the side casually. Lok let out a gasp - he thought Jabari was with the Godslayers, and yet here he was, fighting against them. More concerning, however, was how effortlessly it seemed this Lucario had beaten him. Jabari had bee one of the strongest gijinka he had ever seen, and to see him be defeated by this monster. It was worrisome, to say the least. Once again, he had considered running away, as he had many times before. However, in the crowd of gijinka that had appeared here he saw familiar faces. His new allies he had made coming here, Keanu and Taiga, were charging into the fray. Nine and Easter as well were fighting here as well. "Let's... Let's do this!" He said, clenching his fist as he took a deep breath. He used Double Team to create three other clones of himself, taking a deep breath as he watched the other's attacks be blocked effortlessly. It would seem that going in one on one wasn't going to work for this - they were going to have to truly work together if they were going to defeat this frightening foe. Scarlet Team Gijinka As Scarlet stepped into the new room, the first thing she did was look for Taiga among the crowd. The shark girl had made it out alive, as Scarlet had expected, next to two others she didn't recognize. There wasn't time to touch base with her just yet, however, as the Lucario tossed the Zebstrika aside. Scarlet did a Swords Dance as the Lucario spoke, getting ready to dart in, before feeling what she could only describe as a heat wave coming off of the man as he seemed to transform. This pressure he was radiating... it was nothing like she had felt before. More importantly, he seemed to also has some sort of Mega form like she and Taiga did. Scarlet grit her teeth, wings fluttering. "The only one dying here is you, bastard!" She screamed, dashing towards the Lucario and leaving a red trail behind her. She ran up and fire off a series of Bullet Punches, a series of blows that he effortlessly blocked with one hand. She was in shock - even if he wasn't blindfolded, she could tell he wasn't even fully paying attention to her. And yet, he perfectly blocked the attacks, before firing off a sphere of aura at her, sending her flying back. "How did he...!" Just how strong was this guy, she thought, as she opened her pincers. This guy was far stronger than anything she had fought before - even compared to the other Godslayers she had fought here. "I see..." She said, planting her hand on her chest. "You think you're strong... but we're stronger! I won't let you and your bloodthirsty monsters hurt anyone ever again!" Her body started to glow - not red, like it had in the past, but a blinding white light radiated from her armor. "Your reign of terror ends now!" Her armor morphed as she grew, her pincers becoming longer and more jagged. She stood there, now in her new form. She turned to Taiga, who was shouting at her to power up in her new form. "It's good to see you too!" She shouted back, turning back towards the Lucario. "On the count of three, we strike together. He can't stop both of us." She said, extending a hand out towards Taiga. "We'll put this monster in his place." "Together."