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1. Seemed easier than writing a Yu-Gi-Oh fanfic on my own. 2. Collaborative writing is sick as hell. It's awesome seeing a bunch of people weave a story together. 3. I don't fucking know what do you take me for, the god damn pope?

When is it Yui Talks Powers time?

I mean, Funimation wasn't the only studio that terminated him. I think those defending him view it more as a witch hunt than some kind of personal vendetta.

Akira. Holy shit I like Akira. FBMO is just an excuse to use Akira. Patton was my attempt to create a character very unlike those I typically do, and holy shit I'm happy with how he turned out. Astrid in Cosmic Powers is new, but a super fun one to post with. The whole idea for the character kinda unfolded as I was typing it up, and turned out to be one of the most ridiculous characters I have ever written. Roy Westlock. STEAMPUNK ROCK LEE. BOTTOM TEXT. Fifth is honestly a secret, they haven't come up yet.

There was a moment's hesitation as Hideyo fired at the machine's back feet. They were scorched and damaged by the attack, but it was far from enough. Both back feet rose up, kicking at Hideyo with speed betraying the robot's mass, as the face and arms pivoted around the security boy's central axis, letting out a mechanical shriek. Now facing the boy head-on once again, it dipped to the side as a quick front before lunging forward with its closed claw with enough force to launch its target out of the building entirely if it connected. Not the most appealing of fates for someone who found themselves on the top floor of a parking garage. The enormous security bot chased after Tsubasa relentlessly, practically ignoring the buildings that stood in its way. However, before it could reach her and the two students she was now with, it detected a minor disturbance from behind. Through sheer tenacity, Ukemei Ayane had managed to dent the armor just in front of its left leg. Though the damage was incredibly minor, the amount of attention it brought was not. Detour Ayane barely had enough time to put up a barrier as the Thunderjaw whipped it's head around, firing a flurry of glowing blue projectiles toward her. As the hailfire increased, so did the strumming on Ayane's guitar. Each movement wove together into a song of sorts, albeit an awfully repetitive one, though it was quickly drowned out for most to hear as the robot began barreling toward her. While Ayane's expression was full of witless determination when she launched her first attack, the fear in her expression became more and more apparent as the monster drew closer and closer. Come on, Ayane, what are you gonna do??! It seemed like all the training she had done to expand her quirk was coming up short, as she saw a few of the thunderjaw's shots sneak through her defenses and land at her sides. Come on, 11, isn't this the part where a real hero is supposed to go Max Omega, or something like that? What would Glory do? And then, she knew exactly what Glory would do. Stepping beside her amp, she placed one foot on top of it, stabilizing herself as she squared her shoulders toward the Thunderjaw. It was almost upon her now. She closed her eyes for a second, feeling a ball of plasma zip by her face. When she opened them, she did her best to imagine a V-shaped visor covering them. Reaching down, she turned a knob on the back of her amp from 8, past 9. There was some resistance as she pushed it past 10, as it clearly wasn't originally designed to go so far, settling to point at a number scribbled on with a magic marker. 11. With a heavy strum, she played a deep harmony, shouting along with it as loudly as she could. "HEAVY METAL BULWARK!" A gigantic red shield, big enough to block the entire road, appeared ahead of Ayane, just in time for the Thunderjaw to crash into it. While cracks formed from the impact, her defense held firm, the ground quaking beneath her to confirm the enormity of the collision. With a surprised smile, she looked down at her guitar in awe, only to see that she had snapped her E1 string in the process. A faint scent of smoke made her concerned for her amp's well-being as well. I guess that was a one-off… She could feel exhaustion in her own body as well. Had she ever pushed herself that far before? Before she could contemplate how much her brand new 'ultimate move' took out of her, she was awoken from her thoughts by a loud crashing sound. The wall she created collapsed to the ground, disappearing from sight. Once again, it turned its head down toward Ayane, barrels within its mouth beginning to glow a menacing red. But, before it could unleash its attack, its face was assaulted by… was that a bird? And what was that flaming thing it dropped on the dinosaur's face? Backup "Jesus Christ, do you ever shut up?" The voice came from behind Ayane, as Sogin Hakaro had managed to approach silently. His gym uniform was noticeably ripped in a few spots, but he didn't appear much worse-for-wear. "The other guy with me has been yelling a lot too, I figured I would put him somewhere useful, and far enough away that he might be less of a bother." Raising his hands, the tips of his fingers became engulfed in his silent blue flames as small birds appeared in the air around him, darting forward up toward the Thunderjaw's face. On said face clutched Inu. He could feel it trying to shake him off, but he didn't particularly care. "ALL I WANTED WAS ONE GOD DAMN, MOTHER FUCKING, PEACEFUL, REASONABLE DAY AT SCHOOL, WHERE EVERYTHING GOES RIGHT!" Clawing at the machine aggressively, bits of metal fell to the ground as he let out his anger. "BUT NO, YOU STUPID FUCKING ROBOTS HAVE TO FLIP SHIT AND GLITCH THE FUCK OUT. AT THIS RATE I'M GOING TO HAVE TO-" before he could finish his sentence, he was thrown off behind the monstrosity, landing beside Tsubasa, Ren, and Natalia. Luckily, the Thunderjaw now seemed to be reasonably distracted, firing at the ghostly birds that swarmed around its face. Inu pulled himself to his feet, smoke rising from his skin as flames licked at the edges of his uniform. "What the H E double FUCK are you all doing just standing around, aren't you supposed to be heroes in training?" Inu spat blood onto the pavement, turning back toward the machine. "If you chucklefucks need a team meeting, I'd say now is your chance while this giant ass bitch is distracted. I think it will figure things out pretty quick though, so either get the fuck in there, or get the fuck out of the way."

"...and so that's when I said, 'That's not a Twin-Headed Thunder Dragon, that's a Two-Mouth Darkruler!' and he practically collapsed from embarrassment! Aaaaa~Ha~Ha~Haaa~!" Astrid Helvig slammed a fist onto the table for impact as she capped off her story, firing her almost witch-like cackle directly to the ceiling. Unfortunately, it seemed her audience, a teammate by the name of Kendra, had slept through the entire thing! Ah, no matter, I'm sure she'd love to hear it again when she wakes. It was at about this point that the wild card Vega stood up and addressed the group. "Alrighty then! We've got about a week left, so we should get as much practice in as possible, yeah!?" As much as the two disagreed in philosophy, Astrid had to admit that Vega had a powerful driving force within her, powerful enough even to awaken the Sleeping Beauty beside Astrid. After all, it was no one else but her who put up that sign for Astrid to find on that fateful day, that wondrous day her interest in card games stopped being a distraction and took the center stage, that wondrous, fateful day that- "We also don't have a team name yet, but I'm sure Ms. Eda can whip something up for us, even if we don't quite get one in time. So, I was thinking..." Astrid didn't enjoy having her thoughts interrupted, but seeing as how Vega was the one who had reserved this room for them to use, Astrid figured she would let the giantess talk. This time. "Whyyy don't we pull sticks and duel against whoever? Y'know, instead of sticking to the others who know our style best. I even have some popsicle sticks ready!" While Astrid was personally annoyed by Vega's habit of inserting question marks everywhere, like she wasn't even sure what she was going to say next, she beamed at the decision to let Fate decide who would duel who. To an outsider, it would appear that Astrid had a love for gambling, but instead she simply took joy in letting the predetermined script decide what came next. After all, it could make no mistake. Stepping up to stand on top of her seat, she reached toward the popsicle stick in Vega's outstretched hand. Though she had intended to appear intimidating, looking down upon her so, their heights actually seemed to match up. Closing her eyes, she took hold of the stick and pulled it from Vega's hand, "And as Fate would have it, I'm going to duel… You, Vega!" opening her eyes, she saw the colorless popsicle stick, as she new Fate would have determined (not completely without considering that all the others had matched up already). "My eternal rival!"

"This is where we'll be introducing ourselves, our quirks, AND our hero names to each other! Please state your name to the class, and head on inside! There are tons of training robots running around here, kinda like your practical exams! Don't be afraid to go all out against them either. And don't take it too easy, because they won't do the same for you. You won't be aiming for points this time around, but everyone has to destroy at least one robot before exiting, is that c-c-clear?! If you have any questions, I'll be all ears. I'm excited to meet you all today!" Sun was honestly quite confused. He thought he was going to school, but instead was brought with the rest of the class to a tiny little city enclosed in walls! And apparently they were going to fight some of those ro-butts, but he assumed Mr. Yokuna would be excluded. Were they going to make him fight his own kind? To think they called Sun the savage! As each of the others explained who they are and what they could do, Sun remained crouched on the ground, scratching at his chin, feigning understanding. So they all had secret names, but the secrets were now all laid bare? Fascinating! As they made their way into the course, he felt his stomach growl. Maybe there were more snacks back in the classroom… Before long, Sun was one of only 3 students remaining. The other two were busy staring daggers at each other, so Sun figured now was his chance! Jumping to his feet, he loudly, not to mention proudly, declared, "Yes! I am Sun! I don't have a quirk, but I'm going to help protect everyone!" The Monkey King sprinted into the arena before anyone had a chance to correct him. Everyone he saw seemed to have things handled quite well, so he continued his search, deeper and deeper into the mock city. Were those trees?? Sun was practically jumping with joy as he jumped up, catching a branch with one of his hands. With a movement matching closer to a gymnast than someone of his massive stature, he swung from the branch, catching hold of another tree and climbing to the top of it. This tree stuck above the rest of the small forest, or 'park' as he was told such things were called, and allowed him an incredible view. He stood practically perpendicular to the tree's trunk, his feet and tail both gripping it tightly as he held a hand over his eyes to block the sun. It was then that he saw him! A small boy in red armor, fighting off one of the metal monsters! He could see another of the robots, shaped like a horned man nearly twenty feet tall, approaching behind the boy, but as far as he could tell, the boy was completely unaware! He needed help! "DON'T WORRY SMALL BOY! THE MONKEY KING IS GOING TO SAVE YOU!!! THE MONKEY KING RUSHES TO THE RESCUE! Sun sprinted across the treetops, alternatively using his hands, feet, and tail to push himself off into the air. He needed to hurry, before the small boy got hurt! It was only a few seconds before Sun dvoe from the cover of leaves onto the back of the robot. He had wrestled elephants to the ground, what more challenge could something like this be? It's just a big animal, think, Sun! Grabbing hold of the robot by its horns with both hands, he flipped over the front of its face, pivoting around and releasing his grip just in time to fall in front of it, face toward the ground. A kick with both heels at his opponent's 'chin' knocked it off balance, and as Sun landed in a hand-stand, he pushed up off the ground once again, hitting the stumbling robot in the left knee. Sun knew full well that the robot more than outmatched him in strength and durability, but nobody could be as nimble as the Monkey King, and everything had a weak point! The minotaur-bot's leg snapped at the knee, causing it to keep over to the side. The second it hit the ground, he jumped up onto it once again, grabbing hold of its right arm and tearing it clean off. Bringing it back down toward its owner's head, he crushed the robot's central 'brain' in a single swing, as the horns embedded in his makeshift club, making an even better improvised weapon for his next bout. Turning toward the helpless boy he rescued, he grinned, propping the robot's arm against his shoulder, seemingly unfazed by its weight. "Hi! I'm Sun!" That blue-haired fucker wasn't relenting. Some other teacher had shown up, probably another friend of Howl's, with them all seeming to be the same age. Who the hell staffed this place anyway? As much as he didn't want to bother with all this stupid shit, it seemed he had no choice. With a sigh, he stepped forward. Temperature Rising "Fine. Blazing Wolf Hero: Olympus. My quirk is Hellhound. It is both a mutant-type quirk with all it's advantages, as well as an emitter quirk giving me control over fire." Inu pulled out his cigarette box, tapping the bottom of it for a fresh one to stick out the end. This took a lot of practice, but he figured if he is gonna smoke he may as well look cool while doing it. Placing it in his mouth, a puff of hot breath ignited the tip, as he took a long drag from it. Feeling the smoke populate his lungs, he grinned as tiny wisps of smoke began rising from him all over. Deciding not to overexert himself, he briskly jogged into the training area. Using his enhanced sense of smell to figure out the vague whereabouts of the rest of the students, he found himself on a side street between buildings, a decent distance from the rest. He didn't want anyone else to get caught in his attack. Turning his head upward, he let out a near-deafening howl, wondering who might show up to respond. Sure enough, a robot a few heads taller than him, crawling on six legs, busted through a nearby wall. As it jumped toward him, it was met by a powerful stream of fire, originating from Inu's mouth. With a few coughs, he ended the stream, looking down at the charred remains of the robot. "I really thought it would be more difficult than that… Did they get that on camera?" Finally, all that were left were him and the two teachers. They were talking about something or other, but Hakaro had more than drowned them out. He had to focus. That training area was full of idiots who were liable to be struggling against even the weakest of robots. He had seen in his entrance exam that they were mostly just ignoring them and trying to get past. Was that their plan for if they were to face actual danger? Just run away to save face? Ghostly Presence Stepping toward the entrance, he took a glance toward the teacher, who seemed to be an absolute nervous wreck. Not a face suiting a hero. "Terminal Hero: Endbringer. You work here, so you ought to already know my quirk." Hakaro rolled up his sleeves, making a dead sprint into the mock-city. Both his arms were engulfed in the spectral blue flames, as he immediately dipped into an alleyway. He wasn't interested in being social. It wasn't long before Hakaro found himself being pursued by a machine with eight arms, each of which had a different power tool on its end. The concept behind it seemed familiar to something Hakaro had seen moments before, but he couldn't quite place it. Oh well. With a duck, Hakaro narrowly avoided a circular saw passing over his head, and a roll brought him within inches of a conical drill. Hakaro grinned, his arms flaring up brightly. Looks like I found one of the good ones. Hakaro dashed into a building, slamming the door behind him, but the robot merely took the wall as a suggestion, as it tore directly through it. Hakaro extended an arm forward, as a hawk appeared on his hand and flew forward, crashing through the bay window ahead of him. Jumping through the newly-made exit, Hakaro landed in a central courtyard, placed between buildings. "As good a place to end this as any." The machine once again tore through the building's wall without effort, and loomed over Hakaro. It bore down on him with weapon after weapon, as he narrowly dodged each one, chunks of the surrounding building being ruined completely with each miss. His breath grew ragged, his movements beginning to slow. Hopefully this is enough… Hakaro's hawk dove down from the sky, making a sharp swoop underneath the robot, as its variety of arms twisted around to attempt to seat at it. Of course, with the speed of a diving raptor being well over 100 miles per hour, it didn't stand much chance. Right before the bird hit the wall it was aimed toward, however, Hakaro clenched both of his fists, his face contorting in anger. The bird changed shape from the small hawk, growing instantly into a full-size rhinoceros, crashing through the side of the building. Sure enough, Hakaro's gambit paid off. Turning and running back into the shelter of another building, he saw the affected wall collapse, allowing the building it belonged to to fall down on top of the robot, crushing it completely. As he stood atop his quarry, Hakaro heard the sound of sirens blaring across the training course. <ALERT! ALERT! TOTAL OF 16 VILLAINS DETECTED IN TRAINING COURSE ZETA! ALERT! ALERT! LOCKDOWN PROCEDURES COMMENCING! MUST EXTERMINATE!> Before any of the students near the gate had a chance to react, it suddenly closed shut, guarded with heavy metal plating. A giant bubble-like shield made of glowing golden hexagons quickly formed a roof above the mock-city, trapping the hero students inside. Flooding out of previously unseen openings in the streets, small robots, about waist-height each, made their way toward all of the students at ground level, outnumbering them at least 10 to 1. [Br] Atop the parking garage, the robots surrounding Hideyo all lay on the ground lifelessly, smoke rising from the star-shapes holes punched in their bodies. None of them were particularly strong, but that didn't make the show of strength much less impressive. However, a single, larger robot shaped like a hermit crab and easily the size of a minivan, remained completely unaffected by the barrage, its personal forcefield flickering off. As the alarm went off, its stance changed, becoming decidedly more aggressive, more sinister. Charging toward Hideyo, it took a startlingly quick swing at him with its massive claw. [Br] All the way at the southern entrance, Tsubasa had reached the point where there weren't really any other robots, or students for that matter, to be seen. However she ended up so far away wasn't to be certain, perhaps it had to do with the old adage regarding cats and curiosity. Hopefully not. In any case, there was plenty of excitement in store for her. Each of its steps was hard enough to shake the ground even more than the homeroom teacher. The sound of its inner mechanisms were nearly enough to drown out the alarm going off, as the gate shut behind it. Looking down upon Ocelot was what could only be described as a robotic Tyrannosaurus Rex. Bringing its face down to Tsubasa's level, it let out a road loud enough for everyone in Training Course Zeta to hear.

Apex Predator While everyone else was in some stupid meeting, Patton Grisaille was in the basement. He didn't have time for that dumb stuff, and The Big Boss Man knew it would be a waste of military effort to try to make him show up. Instead, he got to use this time doing what he did best. Absolute destruction. A pair of targets popped up on either side of Patton. In a flash, far faster than an ordinary human could perceive, and barely within the perception of even one with a demonic gift, his arms were crossed in front of him, and the targets shattered by a small steel pellet, from a small bucket that Patton stood within. Chunks of porcelain rained around him as more and more targets popped up and we're promptly destroyed. Behind him. Over the shoulder. Hanging from the ceiling. These automated courses are always too easy… Patton had practiced in this place hundreds of times since the DHA took him under their wing so forcibly. Though the course was randomized, he knew every possible location a target could pop up. Out of only 42 options, it wasn't hard for him to pick up on the patterns and predict where the next one would be. Dayna would say something like "it's a procedurally generated sequence built from a pseudo-randomized seed" but he knew the truth. It was a stupid target, and he knew it's instincts better than it did. Target after target was destroyed, as the air seemed to be more shrapnel than open space, but each of Patton's attacks still met their mark. "And the last one…" CRASH "will be…" CRASH CRASH CRASH "THERE!" Whipping around, the rain of ceramic target fragments suddenly began spinning and orbiting around him, traveling complex intersecting pathways before being launched forward down both of his arms, embedding themselves into the large target before it was even half-way up. "This is why we need moving targets. Shit's too easy." Looking up at a security camera, he rose his voice, "YA HEAR THAT, ARMOR-SKIN MOTHERFUCKER? GIVE ME SOMETHING MORE CHALLENGING!" It wasn't long before Patton found himself wandering into the break room. The meeting must have been over by that point, so maybe Dayna had fixed him something to eat. She had a habit of doing that. She said it was to observe his digestive habits and how caloric fuel is converted to the energy output of his demonic gift, but he was pretty sure she was coming onto him, in her own creepy scientist way. Unfortunately, there were plenty more people in the room than he had hoped for, including The Boss himself. Patton emphatically scratched at his explosive collar as he made his way up to Shawn, noticing the sandwich that clearly belonged to him. With a look to Dayna that said Hey, watch this, Patton picked up the sandwich, turned his eyes to Shawn's, and took the biggest bite he could. Even if he had his head blown off for this, it would be right into the jackass's face. After he finished chewing, and laboriously swallowed it all, he glanced and saw the girl in Shawn's shadow. "Oh, hey Vera. Nice to see you out of your room."

Hakaro glanced around as more and more people entered the room, and he quickly found himself surrounded by three girls. Hopefully they weren't the loud type. The rest seemed even worse. People making big announcements to the class that Hakaro couldn't hear through his headphones, and even a mutant-type with chainsaw hands and a metal face. Was that one a monkey? Deciding he'd best not mentally exhaust himself with all the extras, Hakaro elected to focus on a single object. Staring intently at the desk neatly placed haphazardly on the desk at his forward-right corner, where the girl with red and black hair sat. It was through such focus that he noticed it. The pencil was moving. Hardly visibly, but it soon back and forth, as if the entire room was experiencing a tiny, almost imperceptible earthquake. Hakaro reached up with his right hand, slowly pulling the noise-canceling headphones off of his head as his left hand tensed up against the desk. If this was caused by a quirk, Hakaro figured, then whosever it was didn't have a proper handle on it. They were something to worry about. With a jolt, the pencil began rolling, and promptly fell from the desk. Not so fast. What would appear to be tiny blue flames appeared at the tips of the fingers of Hakaro's left hand, and as he snapped it into a fist, a snake, seemingly made of the wispy blue matter, appeared to slither out of a supporting beam of Ayane's desk, catching the pencil in the air silently and coiling around it. The snake slithered toward him without making a sound, dropping the pencil into his outstretched hand. His hand on his desk could actually feel the shaking at this point, it seemed to be growing stronger with each passing second. It was at that point that he noticed the girl on his right, who had long red hair and an expression almost as bored as his own, had seen him use his quirk. "So you caught that. Oh well. Do you feel the shaking?" He stared intently at the door, unsure of what was going to burst through, unsure of what he had to be ready for. Natalia gave the boy next to him a sort of lazy glance, watching him summon some sort of ghost snake, catching the excited girl’s pencil. While interesting, she was more interested in the gradual shaking that seemed to be happening around them. The bubble she was blowing popped as the boy asked her a question. “Yeah… I do.” She said, continuing to chew on her bubblegum. “Wonder what it could be.” She said as dryly as she could. "I'd reason that it's someone's quirk. I don't think it's anyone here, it just started." He placed his hand mostly out of view under his desk, as it was enveloped in the ethereal flames, "Maybe there is a villain knocking at the doorstep. Wouldn't that be fun?" a smile that looked all too genuine crept onto the boy's face. "You aren't a pacifist, are you?" Ah, so he was a psychopath. Good to know, Natalia thought, as she scoffed at the implication. “You’d have to be an idiot to be a hero and be a pacifist.” She said, brushing some of her hair from her face. “But no, it’s probably not a villain. Or, at least, a really stupid one. It’s probably just some moron who can’t control their quirk.” "Then aren't they here to learn?" Hakaro was practically holding his breath as he stared at the door. He had a lot of pent-up emotion he was waiting to release.

Whoops! I forgot to say that acceptance is now closed aside from specific circumstances, my mistake. I'll make sure to edit titles accordingly. That being said, feel free to read along, it is gonna be a really fun ride.

Only on Tuesdays.

OOC It was a beautiful April day. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and there was no need to worry about raingear. A perfect first day of a bright new future for the new generation of students at U.A. High! The weather alone was more than enough to make nearly anyone smile. Nearly anyone. Sogin Hakaro was dragging his feet as he made his way to the entrance of the school. This entire thing felt like a waste of time. He would be stuck in a room full of all-too-peppy wannabes, to listen to some garbage tier pro drone on and on about the importance of heroes. He wore his hoodie underneath the jacket of his new school uniform, which was adorned with wrinkles from being tossed into a corner shortly after he received it. Underneath the hood was a pair of noise-canceling headphones, drowning out the awful sound of the birds flying above him. When he reached the doors, he saw someone standing in his way, a guy somewhere in his twenties, wearing a suit and a stupid oxymoronic visor over his eyes. Though it was mostly blocked out, Hakaro could detect a faint glow through it. Clearly this must be the pro hero Searchlightman. "..." apparently Searchlightman knew how to talk. What a neat trick. Too bad Hakaro couldn't hear a damn word he was saying. Unfortunately, this idiot seemed to be an authority figure, so he reluctantly pulled the headphones from his ears, "... have been waiting here for a while hoping to have a little conversation with each student, but if you're just going to ignore me you can turn right around. So I'll ask again now that you took those things off. Are you Sogin Hakaro?" Hakaro stayed silent for a second, contemplating the man's offer of freedom. Unfortunately, he had a very specific goal in mind, and being here was an important step toward it. "Yeah. Who's asking?" It was obvious enough that whoever this guy was, he was some kind of authority figure at the school, but Hakaro was astonished that they would hire someone who appeared so weak. "You can call me Glory. I'm the headmaster here at U.A." the man who called himself Glory scratched at the back of his head tilted his nose upward, eyeing the youth underneath the edge of his visor. Sure enough, his eyes glowed a brilliant gold, the light constantly swimming and shifting like liquid light. "So, Sogin Hakaro. Why do you want to be a hero?" There it was, the million dollar question. He was surprised he hadn't been asked it yet, to be perfectly honest. During his enrollment, all they seemed to care about was how capable he was. Not that he minded. He had capability in spades. "Villains are annoying, and I want them gone. That's all." Without saying another word, Hakaro made his way forward and past the principal, his shoulder colliding with the man's. He was already tired of these pro heroes and their stupid ideals. However, before he could even reach the door, he felt his feet stuck to the ground. Looking down at them in confusion, he saw both of his shoes covered in some kind of glowing gold, matching the principal's eyes. "What the fuck..?" "I'm going to do everything in my power to make sure you walk the right path. I have seen too many good people do very, very bad things. As heroes, it is our duty to destroy evil. Not people. Don't forget that, Sogin Hakaro. Now get to class. Just like that, Hakaro's feet were free once again, and he stumbled a bit as he made his way through the door. "Asshole…" It wasn't difficult for Hakaro to find his way to the classroom. Due to his early morning schedule he used to avoid encountering anyone in the street, he was the first one there. As a matter of fact, his teacher didn't even seem to be present. Maybe they got lost. Sighing, Hakaro crept all the way to the desk in the far back corner and slumped into the seat, pulling his hood so it covered his eyes, and replacing the noise-canceling headphones where they belonged. OOC

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Ben O'Hara Diana Seigi Ukemei Ayane Omuro Yumi Kanda Takehiko Akagi Kio Konpaku Rei Sanada Ren Kagarashi Hideyo Kikuchi Emi Sasaki Inu Sun Yokuna Tasha Kaenbyou Tsubasa Kemuri Natalia

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[What comes after the End?] "Could everyone please quiet down and step out of the way so I can do this right?" Name: Sogi Hakaro (葬儀 墓郎) Age: 15 Birthday: July 15 Gender: Male [Appearance] Height: 175 cm Weight: 59 kg [Personality] Hakaro has grown tired of hearing people talk. He knows that makes him sound like a villain, but that's not really all there is to it. He doesn't want chaos, either. He just wants peace. He is tired of hearing screams of people in the streets as some monstrous mutant-type rampages. While he could just stay shut-in for the rest of his life, ignoring what goes on, he feels that would all simply be too inconvenient. Instead, he figures the most simple solution would be to take out the villains. If an average person was something that annoys him, then a villain rampaging for whatever inane reason was one hundred times worse. If he could shut them all up, he figured it would be a good enough line of work. Hakaro is blunt to a fault, or at least that's what others would say. He doesn't see much issue with it, if it discourages people from talking to him, it's all upside. He has a sharp tongue that he uses suitably for stabbing at those he meets to achieve the solitude he so desires. He has never made much of an attempt at making friends, simply because he didn't see the point. Up to this point in his life, he has never really needed help from anyone else, so why start now? [Biography] The Sogi family was a fairly average one. His father a saleryman at a hero agency (plenty of insurance claims to handle) and his mother staying at home to raise him. He grew up seeing pro heroes on TV, showing off and even advertising for soft drinks, and he grew disdainful toward it as a whole. He didn't understand how they could stand all the questions, all the public eye, all the flashing lights. And yet,he found the villains even worse. Causing mayhem and general annoyance for no real reason. He didn't see anything he could consider a role model, until he saw him. Hakaro was on a walk, wearing noise cancelling headphones to tune out the masses. Unfortunately, they were a little too good, and he wasn't aware of the rampaging villain behind him until he felt the ground beneath him shake. Tripping as he turned around, he saw a huge villain, at least ten meters tall, seemingly made of steel and outfitted with various weapons. But, before he could use his quirk to defend himself, a nearly blinding beam of indigo light streaked above him, hitting the rampaging villain square in the chest and knocking him to the ground, just like that. It was only a few seconds before police caught up, and managed to apprehend the heavily disabled colossus. It seems that they had been pursuing, but afraid to make the first move. Pushing himself up to his feet, he turned to see the #1 hero already walking away, not having said a single word. That was the hero Sogi could get behind. Someone who would get the job done without saying a single word, not caring about public image whatsoever. [Quirk] Spirit Animal!! The user can create ghostly creatures out of their raw emotional energy! The larger the animal, the more difficult it is for the user to control and maintain!

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Watashi ga kita

"So come on, colonizer. Let's dance. You're not gonna get away with putting my people in danger." The girl was brave, he'd give her that much credit. As his 『FLAGPOLE SITTA』 loomed beside him, he could see a visceral reaction from her, though she didn't quite look it's way. "Oh? Do we have a special talent we are trying to keep hidden? Or maybe you haven't even met your stand yourself. Either way, it isn't anything my 『FLAGPOLE SITTA』 and I have to worry about." Pulling from his pocket a black thread, about 10 feet long, with two weighted ends, he casually tossed it to the ground, so that it extended a few feet behind the girl, and a few feet behind himself. "You see, with a stand like mine, it's impossible for me to lose in close combat. You'd be better off turning around and going home, child." He couldn't admit that he was stalling. Truth be told, he had no idea of the girl's stand's capabilities, and his own had some very specific weaknesses he didn't want to see exploited. "Now, I'm not much interested in any of that nonsense with some mummified remains, not something I'd pinch for myself, but you really oughta leave the lady alone." Oh. A 2v1. This was much more interesting. A cruel smile showed its face behind the man's mask, as he slowly looked over his shoulder to the newcomer. This one had a stand as well, a tall, white, artificial humanoid-type customer. Its thin build suggested speed, but he knew for a fact that the speed couldn't compare to his 『FLAGPOLE SITTA』. After all, once the correct conditions were met, his stand was as fast as one could possibly be. It's hard to compete with infinite speed. And, luckily for the masked man, those conditions were so met as the newcomer stepped up to him, passing the end of the thread he had tossed down a moment earlier. It only took an instant. 『FLAGPOLE SITTA,』 as well as the man controlling it, both disappeared from view, seemingly being sucked into the thread on the ground like dust into a vacuum. The man reappeared behind Patti, holding a knife at the base of the back of her neck, as a pair of arms emerged from the other end of the thread, grabbing hold of the ankles of 『WHITE BEYOND,』 dragging it down and seemingly pulling it into the thread with it, forcing its user down along with it. "Die." With only a single word, the assassin thrust his knife forward. Nearly a mile away, a man of seemingly quite advanced age looked on upon the quickly-unfolding stand battle with what appeared to be a pair of children's toy binoculars, though they somehow functioned well enough for him to have a clear view of all that transpired. He stroked his beard, contemplating for a moment before deciding that those two did not need his help. Or rather, his talents were needed elsewhere. Turning his view to the man running away with the corpse, he smiled lightly. "Really thought you could get away? You've done a great job messing this up, but I'm going to have to take that back from you." With a light chuckle, he tossed aside the toy and jumped forward off the top of the apartment building where he stood.