[IC] MHA: Next Generation (Superhero, Comedy)

[Gurori]

My Hero Academia
Next Generation

Musutafu, hometown of the Number One Hero and Symbol of Peace, Deku. It is also home to the most prestigious Hero Academy in Japan, UA High School... Wait, what's this about Hero Academies and Symbols of Peace? Right, I should explain.

Generations ago, a child was born in Qingqing, China with the ability to emanate light. Since then, similar occurrences have happened all over the world, where people have developed superhuman abilities known as "Quirks". Some Quirks are just about harmless, while others can cause destruction on an unimaginable scale. Around 80% of the Global Population possess a Quirk, while the remaining 20% unfortunately(?) do not.

What does this have to do with a Hero Academy, though? Well, while public display of Quirks is illegal, some people don't really give a shit, using their Quirks for the sake of Evil or in other words, Villains. So of course, that's when Pro Heroes; people who are legally allowed to use their Quirks in order to well, stop the Villains. Heroes need to come from somewhere though and that is where Hero Academies come in!

Got that? No?! You should probably do the research then, I'm not sitting here all night explaining how this crazy world works!

[Haedros 92712]

Violet Rose (Hirohiko Takizumi)
Somewhere in Musutafu


Dodge under the punch, deliver counterpunch to the abdomen, hope to knock the wind out of him. Wait, where’d the other guy- “Ack!” Hirohiko was knocked to the ground. Two grown men stood over him, both glaring daggers. “You little shit!” Wheezed out the man Hiro had punched, holding his gut. Hiro has done it this time. He had seen some poor old lady getting jumped in an alley, so he rushed in. Except... it was a trap. You see, it turns out the man who had knocked him down had an illusion quirk. Hiro had no idea how it worked, but well... it did. The illusion quirk probably can’t be used in combat, but as for the other guys quirk, I have no idea what it is. Almost as if read his mind, the big fella activated his quirk, and Hiro’s heart sank. Literally, Hiro couldn’t breath. Some kind of... O2 manipulation quirk? He never found out, as the guys hand had a whole punched into and he leaped back in agony. “Hiro, you dumbass.” A familiar voice... Emi? “Now, gentlemen, would you kindly leave my brother alone?” The illusion guy laughed. “Would you look at this, it’s another U.A. brat hoping to be a hero! We could handle one, so why not another, eh Watari?” Oxygen guy (apparently named Watari) replied. “That little shit put a bullet through my hand Subaki!” Illusion guy turned to look at Watari, and then back to Emi. “But she don’t got a gun. Don’t be a dumbass Watari! Now let’s get her.” And then got a hole in his foot as a violet burst of light hit him in the blink of an eye. And in came the one person who would possibly be here right now. “Would you mind explaining what you’re doing here, Hirohiko? You know what, don’t answer. I’ll handle you when we get home.” Hiro looked up to see an extremely disappointed older brother. “And, by the way, Watari, was it? I called an ambulance. They should be here to take you to the hospital in a few minutes. From there you’ll be taken to the police station. And Subaki, a few nice officers are here to take you there right now.” Almost on cue, three police officers came around the corner, guns drawn. And then Makoto turned back to Hiro. “As for you, we’ll talk when we get home.”

[Jebslund]

Takoba Municipal Beach Park

Aoi took a deep breath as she sat down, steeling herself for the feeling of helplessness that was to come. For the better part of ten months, she had come to the TMBP to train her Quirk, inspired by the story of how Deku had trained for his entrance exam (no, she totally did not have a signed photo of him that she greeted every morning by saying, "Today is a good day for hard work.".). Every day had been a series of self-imposed challenges designed to put her Quirk through its paces, from singing songs in four-part harmony in Normal form to racing her past times in Attack form to intentionally breaking her bones and snapping off limbs in Speed form, then healing them in Defense form, and today would be no different.

But first, Aoi had to transform, and she'd stalled long enough. Deku had never stalled when faced with his almost cruel training regimen, so she shouldn't, either.

The first exercise of the day would be in Attack form, so that was the form Aoi focused on as she felt the unnatural stillness set in. The "armor" covering her upper torso, pelvic area, and legs expanded somewhat, becoming more protective in some areas while thinning in others, as black bodysuit-like areas of flexible exoskeleton appeared at her shoulders and the middle of her chest. A helmet-like bit of armor closed itself around her head, leaving only her eyes visible, with three horns extending backward from it as her arms, starting between her ring and middle fingers, separated, turning into the same flexible armor as what normally preserved her modesty even when technically "naked", forming four tentacles ending in points. It was this part that Aoi especially disliked, as the sensation of her arms splitting and shifting was one that she knew *should* have hurt like hell, but instead merely felt...
...
...
...
...She wasn't really even sure *how* to describe the sensation. Unsettling? Awkward? Creepy-crawly? In any case, she was glad she'd gotten the time down to a minute and a half, as the short spikes on her knees grew in, generating more of that oddly painless sensation, and a rush of power, the expansion of her psychic abilities that only this form could create, signified that she would soon be able to move once more. As she felt the stillness wear off, Aoi experimentally moved one of her tentacles, then grinned as the limb moved freely in accordance with her will. Well, freely for a given definition. She was slower than in her Normal form. Not as sluggish as in Defense form, granted, which felt like having lead weights strapped to her everything and having the world set on fast-forward, but she'd never win a footrace with herself in Attack form.

Which brought her to the first item on the docket. A mad dash from one end of the beach to the other. Ten times, with the goal being a faster time each "lap", in order to build up both stamina and speed. To this end, Aoi telekinetically attached weights to each of her tentacles and both of her legs, then donned a weighted vest. This would hopefully build strength in her legs. The wights themselves were just enough to be noticeably heavy without being ridiculous, and putting them on was similar: Draining enough to notice without making a substantial dent in her level of fatigue. That would come after her run. As Aoi bent down into her starting position, she counted in her head.

<Minus three.>. Aoi braced herself to start running.

<Minus two.>. She felt her muscles prepare for the run.

<Minus one.>. This was it.

<Zero.>.

Aoi took off as fast as she could, each step kicking up sand. Slightly less than a normal human (she weighed slightly more in the form, but moved slower), but still noticeable as she ran, tentacles streaming behind her, body bent slightly forward. Today was the day she'd get her best time yet. The thought drove her to push as hard as she could even as she continued to keep count in her head.



UA High School, nurse's office

Hippocrata took great pride in her office. Not only had it been a big factor in earning four of the 22 sobriety coins which hung in frames around the office in the order in which she'd earned them, it had also been the office of, to her mind, one of the greatest nurses of all time since Florence Nightengale: Recovery Girl, who had been Cylene's favorite Hero as a kid (nevermind the fact that she'd been retired even then). A framed picture of her hung just above her 5th bronze coin, in the 17th frame, earned two days the first semester she'd worked as UA's school nurse.

As Hippocrata checked the expiration dates on the medicines in her cabinet (her Quirk was just short of a miracle for injuries, but couldn't do much for illnesses), she reflected, as was her custom, on the long, arduous journey that had brought her to where she now stood. The first step of the thousand miles, the silver coin that was her favorite, earned 24 hours after she first committed to being sober. The seventh coin, which she almost didn't earn, due to being tempted by what she'd thought was the loss of the others (thank goodness for the colleague who'd talked her into giving that disaster area one more search...). The 13th frame holding her first Bronze coin. Her family, friends, and nearly her whole agency had been there for that one, as had been a few friends she'd met through medical school. The 17th frame, above which her Hero's portrait hung. Her parents considered that one their favorite, as it marked the beginning of her job as UA's nurse. And the 23rd frame, which hung empty in anticipation of today's ceremony, which she would head to after...
After...
After...
... Oh, crapbaskets. She'd almost forgotten: She was supposed to be supervising an examinee today.

Cyrene made sure to quickly finish her checking, then rushed out the door, nearly running into a coworker (and offering a hasty apology) on her way, and hopped on her scooter (painted in her suit's colors) to speed as fast as the law would let her to Takoba Municipal Beach Park.

[Asardia]

Annora Allegrodo

Annora stood outside her home, staring at the night sky. A lot had happened over the course of her life, but despite the obstacles facing her, Annora was determined to move forward and be a Pro Hero. She wanted, or, actually needed better control over her quirk: Lightning. Lightning allows Annora to either generate or absorb electricity and lightning, which she can use offensively (as a form of long range attack by shooting lightning bolts) or defensively (which can be done by generating a cloak of lightning around herself, effectively shocking anything that touches her). However, a big drawback was the fact that if she wasn't careful, she could easily shock anyone she touches. This happened several years earlier, when she touched one of her friends and sent him to the hospital. The entire incident made Annora isolated and the mere thought of it made her uneasy. The boy may have survived then, but now, her quirk had gotten a lot stronger. Could a similar event cause the death of a person? A quick loss of concentration, which may seem insignificant can be deadly for those around her. Annora looked at her insulated gloves, which were made specially just for her. These gloves, along with the rest of her clothing, are made to prevent accidental shocking. But Annora felt compelled to better control her quirk if she even wanted a chance to become a Pro Hero. Being at UA, even with her weaknesses, was a huge opportunity for Annora

The wind blew against Annora's long violet colored hair as she contemplated her future and her present. She decided to remove her gloves, which immediately resulted in a small discharge of electricity from both hands. She had gotten better at controlling the flow of electricity, but it still wasn't enough. She decided to raise her right arm in the air, forming a ball of lightning which lit up the surrounding area. She aimed her hand directly in front of her at a target she had placed earlier in the day to practice her shooting accuracy. The lighting quickly shot out of her hand and completely destroyed the entire target, not just the bullseye. Annora sighed, and went and got another target, and the same thing happened. Gaining control over this quirk would not be easy. It was going to be a long journey.

[Danceria]

Buddhist Temple, Musutafu
Morning

---

The sun shone through the winding impromptu obstacle course. The limbs punched, clambered, and dodged the swinging and spinning equipment at the staggering boy. Leaping from the course, he faced his next opponents, a pair of seasoned martial artists. He managed to hold his own surprisingly against the duo, but upon their defeat, the elder of the two martial artists wiped the young boy's face. "No drool." he stated simply. This was a victory in the eyes of Ayumu Yoshida, the teen who seemed to shake himself out of a cathartic state in battle. With a yawn, he smiled. "Transitioning became a little easier. I can tell you guys were holding back. I know the exams won't." "But we want you to at least be in one piece at the exams." the martial artist would chuckle. "My nephew can take it, you've trained both her and Aoi." the monk would intercede. "She's much more formidable than you or I." "I wouldn't bet on it, she lack experience. But I'm certain she'll want to see you down at the beach. Consider your training session finished for now." With that, the young boy charged out of the dojo, pausing only to recollect his backpack and hopped on a bike.

Takoba Municipal Beach Park
Roughly fifteen minutes later

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Biking alongside the beach, he spotted the orange-haired girl booking it, no doubt practicing a sprint in one of her heavier set forms, and Ayumu adjusted his speed accordingly. "Yeah Aoi!" he cheered, taking a moment to pump his fist in encouragement. "You've got this-whoa!" Ah, the bliss of teenage irresponsibility, it allowed you to forget that distracted driving could be hazardous, or various bumps in the road. Thankfully, he only suffered a mild tumbling down the sandbank. While humiliating, not exactly harmful.

[Jebslund]

[snip]Takoba Municipal Beach Park
Roughly fifteen minutes later

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Biking alongside the beach, he spotted the orange-haired girl booking it, no doubt practicing a sprint in one of her heavier set forms, and Ayumu adjusted his speed accordingly. "Yeah Aoi!" he cheered, taking a moment to pump his fist in encouragement. "You've got this-whoa!" Ah, the bliss of teenage irresponsibility, it allowed you to forget that distracted driving could be hazardous, or various bumps in the road. Thankfully, he only suffered a mild tumbling down the sandbank. While humiliating, not exactly harmful.

Takoba Municipal Beach Park

Aoi was on her last lap when she heard the cheering. And the subsequent sound of a bike and person tumbling down a sandbank. The girl sighed heavily as she slowed and headed to the site of the crash, then telekinetically picked up both boy and bike and set them down again. As she did so, she visualized a pair of hands lifting them as she would have each had she been in Normal form, her eyes glowing blue as she worked, though the projections of telekinetic energy would be invisible except for where they disturbed the things around them (his clothes, for example, would be rumpled as if invisible hands were gripping them). "Ayumu, honestly. Can't you go one day without hurting yourself?", she chided as she visualized hands dusting her friend off, "I was hoping to do some real heavy lifting before changing forms, but it looks like my minder isn't here yet", she continued, looking up toward the road as she spoke.

At that moment, the now-familiar scooter came into view, with Hippocrata atop it. The nurse's transition from road to beach was *much* smoother than the boy's as she gracefully guided the vehicle from road to sand, then to a spot near the pair. "Sorry I'm late. I lost track of time and nearly forgot.", she apologized, bowing low as a sign of apology.

"It's fine. I just got done with my run, anyway, so you didn't miss much.", Aoi responded, grinning slightly as her "helmet"s faceplate split open to reveal her face. "This is my friend, Ayumu. We train together up at the Buddhist temple.", she continued, gesturing toward Ayumu with one of her tentacles, "Mind if I spar a round or two with him?"

"Absolutely not!", Cyrene answered in a severe tone, "I agreed to supervise your training on the condition that it not involve combat.". As she finished, she turned to Ayumu. "Well met, Ayumu. Are you also planning on taking the UA entrance exam?", she politely inquired, her tone gentle and kind.

Opposite end of Musutafu

Ignacio Angel Contar Luis Francisco Plátano Fano Homura, who preferred to shorten his real name to Ignacio Homura, or to simply go by his villain name, Sparky Sparky Boom Man, grinned as he nonchalantly strode down the street, hand in front of him. He *wanted* to be seen. He was *supposed* to be seen. And he was gonna make a mess that would tie up the heroes in the area for as long as possible with the cleanup. Then he could wreak havoc on the mall to his heart's content.

It never ceased to amuse him, this Quirk of his. First came the sparky-sparky. That lovely arc of what he was fairly sure was some kind of weird electricity speeding through the air like lightning, following the path he laid out through the air to his target, so long as it was in his sight and he didn't miss some obstacle or another in its path, then BOOM! A distracting crack or a blast with the force of a missile, and all he had to do was...

Snap.

At the snap of Ignacio's fingers, an arc of red electricity zipped toward a shop on his left, exploding in the doorway with the force of 200kg of TNT. Snap. A butcher's shop to his right. 300kg blast. Snap. There went a baker. And his shop. Ignacio had never liked that man's bread. 400kg blast. Snap. That one Ignacio regretted. The candlesticks that woman made were true things of beauty. A 100kg blast hopefully would allow her to survive. Snapsnapsnap. This time, Ignacio struck a pose much like that of a dancer, hands in the air as he snapped, three 500kg blasts rocking the buildings near him. By this time, though, the air was beginning to get dusty, and Ignacio found himself having to use smaller, almost harmless blasts to clear paths for the bigger, destructive ones to travel along.

[Haedros 92712]

Emi Takizumi
A small, tucked away area of Takoba Beach

Bang, bang, bang! Rang the noise of Emi's gun as she fired the last "bullet." As she lowered the handgun, it disappeared into nothingness, as though it had not existed to begin with. 12 shots, dead center on the target she had purchased the day before. She shivered slightly, a sudden feeling of cold coming over her. She had to keep practicing. Another handgun appeared from thin air, she turned about, and kept firing. U.A. entrance exams were soon, and the beginning of the year would come soon after that. She needed to be prepared to set an example for the new students. Another gun out of bullets. She made yet another. Her hands felt icy cold. She had to keep going. "Keep working like that and you'll kill yourself, y'know." Emi turned to see none other than Kiyoshi, her brothers boyfriend, walking up to her. "Don't be an idiot. I know my limits." Kiyoshi grabbed her wrist and frowned. " Judging by how cold you are, I'd say you dont." Emi yanked her arm away and lowered her gaze, her cheeks flushed. "Well that's none of your business."
"It is when it involves my boyfriends sister. Hiro told me about your more self destructive tendencies. He asked me to help him take care of you, and that's what I'm gonna do." Emi frowned. Of course my brother told Kiyoshi to watch me when he can't. Just like Hirohiko to protect me no matter what it takes. Damn him... "Anyways, I'll be taking you home." Kiyoshi spoke again. "Come on." Emi obeyed.

[Danceria]

Takoba Municipal Beach Park, Musutafu
Morning

---

Ayumu sheepishly smiled, the a typical response for the boy's clumsy antics and Aoi's subsequent rescuing. "You know what uncle Kenshin would say, "if you get through the day without a scrape, you're getting out of shape"!"

As the newcomer approached, a small flourish broke the telekinetic hold, at the cost of him slowly and tiredly standing to his full height. A nifty trick that had allowed him to break most of Aoi's telekinetic holds, but she could still whoop his butt in other ways. With a yawn, he semi-consciously waved at the nurse, registering her as Hippocrata, UA's nurse."That's why I'm here. Don't worry Ms. Hippocrata, her official punching dummy is here!" he chuckled, shaking the sand from his helmet before putting it on. "I'm pretty sure that one of the examinations is a sparring session...besides, how long have we known each other? Since Junior High? We've trained each other in our respective Quirks, so don't sweat it! A little tumble off a bike isn't gonna stop me from going further beyond!" he pumped his fist in the air, in a shout reminiscent of the former Symbol of Peace, All-Might, before yawning again ".. Just wish I didn't have to be so sleepy when using my Quirk." he lamented.

[Jebslund]

Takoba Municipal Beach Park, Musutafu
Morning

---

Ayumu sheepishly smiled, the a typical response for the boy's clumsy antics and Aoi's subsequent rescuing. "You know what uncle Kenshin would say, "if you get through the day without a scrape, you're getting out of shape"!"

As the newcomer approached, a small flourish broke the telekinetic hold, at the cost of him slowly and tiredly standing to his full height. A nifty trick that had allowed him to break most of Aoi's telekinetic holds, but she could still whoop his butt in other ways. With a yawn, he semi-consciously waved at the nurse, registering her as Hippocrata, UA's nurse."That's why I'm here. Don't worry Ms. Hippocrata, her official punching dummy is here!" he chuckled, shaking the sand from his helmet before putting it on. "I'm pretty sure that one of the examinations is a sparring session...besides, how long have we known each other? Since Junior High? We've trained each other in our respective Quirks, so don't sweat it! A little tumble off a bike isn't gonna stop me from going further beyond!" he pumped his fist in the air, in a shout reminiscent of the former Symbol of Peace, All-Might, before yawning again ".. Just wish I didn't have to be so sleepy when using my Quirk." he lamented.

Takoba Municipal Beach Park

"He meant training, you clumsy oaf. What am I gonna do with you?". Aoi's tone, while having some exasperation, was friendly, rather than cross, and said with a grin despite the fact that her face wasn't currently visible.

Aoi rolled her eyes as Ayumu broke her grip. A fine thanks for picking him off and dusting him off that was. Not that she could blame him for wanting to show off for the nurse. Hippocrata had to have been somewhere in her thirties, but dang was she cute! "He's right, you know. It would be rather remiss of an exam training supervisor not to allow an applicant training for her entrance exam not to get some practical experience.", she nudged, her eyes in a pleading expression and her mouth pouting, one of the reasons she'd retracted her "faceplate".

"I said no and that's final. You two can spar at the temple later. Besides, I've seen enough fighters to know neither of you need combat training that badly right now.", Cyrene answered, her expression stern as she ignored what was clearly an attempt to manipulate her into agreeing, "You in particular need to work on your transformation speed and endurance. You're not always going to be able to breeze through a fight in Attack form. Now-"

Bang, bang, bang!

Whatever Cyrene was about to say was cut short as she rushed toward the sound of the gunfire, fully expecting to find someone injured. She knew of no one else who would be doing training with Quirks on the beach (she'd checked), and there were no outdoor ranges in that direction. "Stay here!", Cyrene barked as she ran, not looking back to see if her students had actually obeyed. So far, there were no cries of pain or horror from that direction, but that only meant no one had seen the gunfire. Silence could mean no one was harmed and it was just someone illegally shooting, or it could mean that whoever was shot was no longer conscious, or was simply unable to cry out.

Aoi, despite having been told to stay behind, was booking it for the source of the gunfire even before Hippocrata finished speaking. Part of it was that she was worried someone may have been shot. Part of it was because she knew Hippocrata, a pacifist, would need help if there *was* a villain, or even a common mugger, around. Part of it was because it was against her nature to stand by when there was possible danger. And part of it was because, if it was just some gangsters practicing with illegal guns, she'd be damned if she wasn't going to at least try to give them a good thrashing.

BOOM.BOOM. Boom. BOOM. Boomboomboom! Boom. Boom! BOOM!

Explosions in the distance gave Cyrene very brief pause for thought. Decision time. She could do some good here, assuming the gunshots had even been fired *at* someone, and apprehend some punk with a gun (the most likely probability) or she could hop on her scooter and hotel alpha to toward the explosions that would almost certainly have been caused by a villain (or a terrorist), where there would almost certainly be multiple wounded. The situation here could be handled by police and one medic. The situation there would need a team of them, and that was if the sheer number of victims didn't overwhelm the hospitals. The Pro Hero's turn back toward her scooter was as graceful as her parking, her desperation to save any wounded driving her armor closer to its absolute limits as she hopped on her scooter and started it with one deft motion. "You two: check out that gunfire. Don't put yourself in harm's way unless it's to protect someone, but you have my permission if any lives need saving.", she snapped even as she turned on the scooter's sirens and flashers and radioed her agency to let them know she was on her way to the source of the explosions.

Aoi didn't need telling. She didn't even slow down to listen as she continued toward the gunfire, which, after a pause, had picked up again, then stopped.

Sparky Sparky Boom Man

Ignacio continued his little dance of destruction for about 30 seconds, snapping joyfully to a tune in his head as he let his sparky sparkies fly wild and free, small ones clearing dust for big ones, before the dust in the air became too thick to properly clear, choking him a little and diminishing his vision. "Guess that's all for today.", he sighed, turning to flee down an alleyway, a series of small and big explosions leaving rubble as he fled backward, only turning once he was sure he'd left a path too hard to clear for a pesky Pro Hero to follow him easily. Assuming none showed up in time to stop him, Sparky Sparky Boom Man was going to treat himself to some new clothes, new tools, and mayhem at the mall, if he had his way.

[Haedros 92712]

Gyro and Makoto
A convenience store

“Alright, come on out with your hands up!” Makati shouted out, hands on his hips. Full hero mode, super stoic, as always. Convenience store robbery, suspects apparently heavily armed. “You know, I never get why these guys feel like they need that much firepower. It’s a goddamn 7/11 for gods sake.” Gyro walked up to the scene, wearing his signature outfit. “So what’s the situation Purple Pants?” Makoto rolled his eyes. “Three hostages, 4 armed gunmen. One suspect has been identified as Ryu Hirose, escaped convict. Quirk: Echo. He can absorb sound energy and send it back in massive amounts. I have no clue how much noise he’s built up, but we can’t risk him unleashing any form of sonic blast with the hostages inside. Not to mention their guns. 2 of them have AR-15s, and somehow them got ahold of a goddamn M.27 rocket launcher. Don’t know what they intend to do with that, considering the close quarters.” Gyro let out a short laugh. “I think I can handle this. Juuust give me a second.” At this, he removed a steel ball from a holster on his belt. He took a few steps back before placing the ball on the tip of his index finger. Immediately, the ball began to spin rapidly, becoming a blur on his finger. He pointed his hand towards the convenience store. His hand formed the shape of a finger gun. He lowered his thumb, and said “Bang.” The ball launched, and flew through the front window of the store. A shout, and then four loud thuds. The heroes walked into the store, closely followed by police. The gunmen lay knocked out, huge, bleeding gashes on their foreheads. “Threat neutralized. However, proceed with caution.” Makoto walked up to Ryu, picking him up by the collar. “How did hit all of them with one shot?” Gyro grinned. “Trade secret. Oh, police chatter. Some dudes shooting off lightning bolts nearby. You think you’re up for a real challenge?” Makoto cracked a small smile. “Sure thing blond wonder.”

[Asardia]

Arlo Barotovi, better known by his Hero name, Accelerator, was calmly walking through the city, enjoying the peace in the atmosphere. He decided to take a detour from his usual walking path and went towards a mall. As he was breathing in the fresh air, he heard explosions. Dozens of them. It seemed to be pretty close to where Arlo was, though he wasn't totally sure.

“On my day off too.” Arlo said, sighing. It seemed as if villains always attacked.

Arlo ran toward the sound of the explosions, getting his playing cards charged and ready. His quirk, Acceleration, allowed him to kinetically charge an object as long as all five fingers touched it. The result was an explosion, which was similar to Bakugo's quirk, though Arlo thought that his quirk was more versatile than Bakugo's. Arlo kept running to the sounds of the pandemonium, charging his cards and getting ready for the confrontation. It seemed likely that this was going to be a big fight, but Arlo was unsure of what exactly this villain's quirk is. But it didn't matter. All Arlo had to do was immobilize the villain with his quirk, which should be easy.

He kept running until he finally came across a path which was littered with debris from the previous explosions. This is going to be difficult, Arlo though. Unsure of where the villain was, he got one of his playing cards, and charged it. It didn't take long. Only 5 seconds passed, which was enough to make a very small explosion. But it would be loud enough to get the attention of anyone nearby. Arlo threw the card into the air, and clenched his fist. The card exploded in midair as Arlo started to run again. He also threw the cards at the debris, clearing a path for him to travel.

[Jebslund]

Arlo Barotovi, better known by his Hero name, Accelerator, was calmly walking through the city, enjoying the peace in the atmosphere. He decided to take a detour from his usual walking path and went towards a mall. As he was breathing in the fresh air, he heard explosions. Dozens of them. It seemed to be pretty close to where Arlo was, though he wasn't totally sure.

“On my day off too.” Arlo said, sighing. It seemed as if villains always attacked.

Arlo ran toward the sound of the explosions, getting his playing cards charged and ready. His quirk, Acceleration, allowed him to kinetically charge an object as long as all five fingers touched it. The result was an explosion, which was similar to Bakugo's quirk, though Arlo thought that his quirk was more versatile than Bakugo's. Arlo kept running to the sounds of the pandemonium, charging his cards and getting ready for the confrontation. It seemed likely that this was going to be a big fight, but Arlo was unsure of what exactly this villain's quirk is. But it didn't matter. All Arlo had to do was immobilize the villain with his quirk, which should be easy.

He kept running until he finally came across a path which was littered with debris from the previous explosions. This is going to be difficult, Arlo though. Unsure of where the villain was, he got one of his playing cards, and charged it. It didn't take long. Only 5 seconds passed, which was enough to make a very small explosion. But it would be loud enough to get the attention of anyone nearby. Arlo threw the card into the air, and clenched his fist. The card exploded in midair as Arlo started to run again. He also threw the cards at the debris, clearing a path for him to travel.

Sparky Sparky Boom Man
The explosion definitely got Ignacio's attention. As he ran, Sparky Sparky Boom Man turned around, running in reverse as he snapped his fingers in a series of rapid-fire double-snaps (using his ring and middle fingers to make two snaps with each motion of his thumb) to send a series of 50kg explosions as far as he could see down the path to create more debris for his pursuer to have to blast away. Clearly, whoever was chasing him wasn't Ground Zero. He'd have gone airborne the minute he ran into the obstruction. Maybe even sooner, to try to cut Ignacio off. Whoever it was also likely had to build up his Quirk. The first several explosions had been a series, but later ones seemed to have time between them. He would prefer to make a clean getaway and hit the mall, but, if it came down to it, he was sure he could take the Hero. There weren't as many avenues of attack to worry about, and Ignacio's Quirk didn't need charging. He could snap his fingers as many times as he could endure, which, in his career as a villain, he'd spent plenty of time building up. Depending on how the other guy's Quirk worked, that difference in firing rate and speed could be the determining factor. Clearing debris wasn't really a measure of the man's power, either. No one would really use bigger explosions than they needed to for that, both to conserve energy if needed and to avoid making more debris in the process. Granted, Ignacio's ploy to buy time could very well have given his enemy confirmation on his location, so he took the first turn that offered itself (a main road, unfortunately), then made a mad dash for the nearest cover.

[Haedros 92712]

Arlo Barotovi, better known by his Hero name, Accelerator, was calmly walking through the city, enjoying the peace in the atmosphere. He decided to take a detour from his usual walking path and went towards a mall. As he was breathing in the fresh air, he heard explosions. Dozens of them. It seemed to be pretty close to where Arlo was, though he wasn't totally sure.

“On my day off too.” Arlo said, sighing. It seemed as if villains always attacked.

Arlo ran toward the sound of the explosions, getting his playing cards charged and ready. His quirk, Acceleration, allowed him to kinetically charge an object as long as all five fingers touched it. The result was an explosion, which was similar to Bakugo's quirk, though Arlo thought that his quirk was more versatile than Bakugo's. Arlo kept running to the sounds of the pandemonium, charging his cards and getting ready for the confrontation. It seemed likely that this was going to be a big fight, but Arlo was unsure of what exactly this villain's quirk is. But it didn't matter. All Arlo had to do was immobilize the villain with his quirk, which should be easy.

He kept running until he finally came across a path which was littered with debris from the previous explosions. This is going to be difficult, Arlo though. Unsure of where the villain was, he got one of his playing cards, and charged it. It didn't take long. Only 5 seconds passed, which was enough to make a very small explosion. But it would be loud enough to get the attention of anyone nearby. Arlo threw the card into the air, and clenched his fist. The card exploded in midair as Arlo started to run again. He also threw the cards at the debris, clearing a path for him to travel.

Sparky Sparky Boom Man
The explosion definitely got Ignacio's attention. As he ran, Sparky Sparky Boom Man turned around, running in reverse as he snapped his fingers in a series of rapid-fire double-snaps (using his ring and middle fingers to make two snaps with each motion of his thumb) to send a series of 50kg explosions as far as he could see down the path to create more debris for his pursuer to have to blast away. Clearly, whoever was chasing him wasn't Ground Zero. He'd have gone airborne the minute he ran into the obstruction. Maybe even sooner, to try to cut Ignacio off. Whoever it was also likely had to build up his Quirk. The first several explosions had been a series, but later ones seemed to have time between them. He would prefer to make a clean getaway and hit the mall, but, if it came down to it, he was sure he could take the Hero. There weren't as many avenues of attack to worry about, and Ignacio's Quirk didn't need charging. He could snap his fingers as many times as he could endure, which, in his career as a villain, he'd spent plenty of time building up. Depending on how the other guy's Quirk worked, that difference in firing rate and speed could be the determining factor. Clearing debris wasn't really a measure of the man's power, either. No one would really use bigger explosions than they needed to for that, both to conserve energy if needed and to avoid making more debris in the process. Granted, Ignacio's ploy to buy time could very well have given his enemy confirmation on his location, so he took the first turn that offered itself (a main road, unfortunately), then made a mad dash for the nearest cover.

Gyro and Makoto
Headed for the scene of the crime

As Makoto turned his car (a black 1983 Chevrolet Camaro) down one of the road, he saw a guy sprinting towards his car. “Hey Gyro, do you think that’s...” He didn’t have time to finish the question as Gyro opened the car door and dove out, rolling and popping up directly in the mans path. “Sir, I’m going to have to ask for you to slow down, after all, you look rather suspicious running away from an active crime scene.” He lowered his hand to his steel ball, anticipating the mans reaction. Meanwhile, Makoto pulled over to the other side of the road and stepped out of the car.

[Ormata]

Kon Shoichi

Little rinds of clay fell to the ground, scattered by a pair of dirtied, pale legs, each light and thin enough to drift and move with the little gusts of wind. A pair of little hands wielded the knife, carving into the faux skin with deft little cuts, a barer with a straight razor. Cut after cut, the musculature began to become definite, solid, one hand dashing to wipe the sweat from the eyes. The fan, a cheap little thing that was light enough that the mere motion of operation caused the entire thing to vibrate and shake with vigor, buzzed uselessly away in the corner. In another corner crouched a humanoid form, eyes unblinking. The room was uncharacteristically hot, through to be fair Shoichi had trouble noticing, his thin form having only a pair of shorts on.

A sizzle nearby; one of the garage walls played host to a makeshift kitchen, multiple hot-plates, a mini fridge, and a rice cooker, along with having a burbling little coffee pot happily heating-away. As the music played from a little speaker on the way, that guitar solo starting, he could hear a click. Granted the garage didn’t necessarily have the most perfect odor; the age of the house made such a thing hard to get and hard to maintain, the sorts of materials the kid worked with made such a thing annoyingly difficult too, yet he could smell something glorious. Getting up from his little area, bare feet stepped over the soft thin clay as Shoichi made his way over. Popping open the rice cooker, he leaned down to take in the smell, nodding his approval. It was just right. Delving into a nearby cabinet that looked more at home containing car parts and machining tools than the large wooden spoon he withdrew, Shoichi fished about the pot a few times before getting a little portion, steam rising to bathe his face. He sampled the white rice, chewing a few times. It was hot as could be, overall a little bland, but workable. Checking on the cut-up pieces of bacon in another pan, the grease hissing and snapping, Shoichi found that to be good as well, if not a little crisped and overcooked. As he replaced the clear lid, there was a hiss again, grease spitting onto a bare arm, a flash of pain. Shoichi said nothing, withdrawing his arm instinctively and rubbing the spot. Dang grease. Another pan held teriyaki chicken, the sauce dark and rich. Sampling a piece, he was not massively surprised to find it to be done. Nodding with a happy little smile on his face, the kid put the spoon down onto a paper napkin, licking his fingers and delving back into the cabinet.

The rustle of metal thudding against wood, ceramic slapping ceramic and a brief little clash of a bowl falling down onto the wood, Shoichi’s shoulders tensing-up as he consciously slowed down. To be fair it was his first meal of the day and the young man was remarkably eager to get to it. Drawing himself slowly out, a large bowl held out in both hands with the arms wrapped about it, he laboriously placed the whole thing down in front of his makeshift kitchen. First the rice cooker, tipped down to the bowl with the wooden spoon to scrape-out the chunks, over and over and over, cleaning it out. Then the bacon, tipped in with it’s little chunks to form another layer. Lastly the chicken, dropped down and the entire ordeal stirred, around and around, mixing-in all the pieces. Then Shoichi sat himself down to eat.

He finished what he wanted remarkably quick; Shoichi wasn’t known for having a large appetite, not at all, though he made one heck of a massive portion. Striking back into the cabinet again, briefly, he came-out with a roll of plastic, though the kid paused. To put it on or to not put it on...he decided to wait for the fried rice to cool, all things considering. It wouldn’t do him any good to make water on the inside of the wrap while it was in the fridge, definitely not. Setting the plastic wrap down and picking a piece of bacon out of the rice, the kid popped it into his mouth and set to work making his cup of coffee to wait for the rice to cool. Pour it out, the aroma stabbing joy into his nostrils, a quarter cup of sugar in the coffee, some creamer, and that was all set to go; Shoichi loved his sugar, that was for damn sure. Taking his sip and noting the steam still coming from the bowl, he sat down, looking-over his little shrine towards art. Before him lay the current piece, a leg from the hip down, each part consistent and realistic towards the human body. The muscles were partially drawn from a series of anatomical drawings he’d found online, though the foot was still just a mass of clay and metal core. Shoichi had some little trouble with damn toes; maybe he needed a smaller knife. Probably it. On the table after lay two finished arms, another piece that would become a leg, a finished torso, male, and a yet undone face. He wanted something realistic, something that feasibly could blend-in with a little work, something that would be a worker without the obvious nature most of his creations had.

One hand tapped against a foot, a little pattern that held no remarkable style or rhythm, just speed, and a pair of eyes wandered up to a series of cans on one shelf. There was oleoresin capsicum spray, or in normal terms pepper spray, a highly diluted form a bear spray, another slightly less diluted form, and pure bear spray. The last Shoichi had most certatinly hadn’t yet gotten used to, nor had he actually tried it in any sort of form. The basic idea behind someone spraying themself was to get used to a certain method, to half the reaction and cause the body to get used to it. That, however, was merely one part of the equation. Shoichi had, from the earlier days, been sprayed before on accident and knew precisely how much it sucked and found the idea of his Ghost emitting perhaps a gas that caused an effect like that to be novel, interesting, and overall effective. He needed to know what it felt like, what it did, not only on a chemical level but a personal one. The first time he’d done it his dad thought he was crazy. Those were the days.

The pair of eyes wandered back to the figure in the corner. He’d been around for a while. He’d be around for a while longer.

Seeing that the rice had finished it’s little bit of cooling, the kid sat his cup down, got plastic wrap over the bowl, and opened-up the mini fridge. The top shelf was filled with a plethora of energy drinks, bright cans like an artillery battery against the human heart, the bottom shelf as bare as could be. Taking the bowl in both hands, Shoichi slowly made his way over to the open down, setting the rice down with a helf and pushing it in the rest of the way. The fridge closed with a certain sense of finality, shutting with just a little effort as he felt the door not quite have enough room, the bowl pushed into the back wall a bit. Well there was no helping that, no question on it. Something distracted him from such thoughts, though, a few explosions nearby. They were fast, in rapid succession, and annoyingly close. That was no good. That was no good at all. Granted getting into the middle of a little fight wasn’t looked at favorably with anyone, granted that would give some remarkable issues, but there wasn’t much helping it. If people got hurt and he’d have been close enough nearby to help, if he’d been close enough and worrying about the repercussions, well that wasn’t what made a hero. That wasn’t a hero at all.

“Ryuu, come on. We’re going on a walk.”

The figure got-up. It had no face, only a mask of clay with the face of a human, at peace, nostrils two little holes. It was 6’ even, normal clothes about a structure that more resembled a strongman than a human, wide shoulders and arms as thick as pillars, hands permanently clenched in fists. Ryuu’s legs looked to be those taken from a walker, heralding the old days of anime where flying metal men in space devastated fleets. Nevertheless a pair of jeans covered the surface. A grinding noise, akin to a man who had smoked too many cigarettes and who had never had the inclination to stop, came from the being.

“Where to?”

“A place. Come on.”

And so, they moved-off, off to the noise and commotion.

[Gurori]

Kaesu Shimettizu: Dagobah Municipal Beach Park, Musutafu

The sun was setting... Combined with a warm breeze, this was the perfect time for a leisurely evening stroll. This is exactly what Kaesu had in mind, as she sauntered across the nigh-white sands of the beach. It was hard to imagine that the place used to be a complete dump, until a student of all people allegedly cleaned the place up, all on his own.

Kaesu had confidence, in both her mental and physical abilities. She had been studying for a few months now, training with her Quirk almost non-stop too in preparation for one of the most important tests in her entire life, the UA entrance exam.

[Camelone]

Unknown, Alaska
A week ago
"Stand your ground!" A voice boomed out as two identical boys battled it out in an Alaskan forest, the one with the orange feather had been on the retreat for awhile now conceding more and more ground as the other gracefully maneuvered two blue figures to surround the other. The puppets had blunted arms but from the way the other was holding onto his side they still did a good deal of damage. Watching them fight was a man standing underneath a rather large tree, most of him obscured by the shadow that it cast.

The twins remained quiet as they were trying to figure a way to win this sparring session, Arthur was hurting bad but Henry knew that there was still a lot of fight left in him, the energized stick in Arthur's hand was what proved his point. Henry had already go through several smaller constructs so he couldn't afford anymore backlash, his head felt like it was about to explode and his vision was fuzzy, he could not mess up here or else Arthur would break their sparring tie record. Movement by Arthur shook Henry out of his own mind as he went on hyper alert for the two everything seemed to slow down as they had sparred against each other so long that they know how they think so it was all endurance and brute force now. Henry brought the puppets into a defensive perimeter around himself and began another counter attack, two against one was never a good situation to be in. Being pushed closer to the edge of the arena it seemed to be over until Arthur was able to maneuver around the puppet and blitz Henry breaking his concentration out of surprise and the puppets disappeared. In desperation he formed a two handed beast that absorbed the blow but sent him skidding backwards. Forming the construct into a large warrior he brought down a serious blow towards Arthur which he dodged just barely to which Henry had barely any time to react to the stick flying at him. This time the construct remained but the dust cloud gave Arthur enough time to recollect himself.

Through the dust Henry could see an orange glow, a glow that was not from a defensive or a normal flexing, Arthur had placed everything he had left into a final energy sword and had come barreling towards Henry. Reacting on instinct the Goliath moved to counterattack and when the two collided neither Henry nor Arthur could stand anymore after that as the construct was blown away but Arthur could not move forward anymore. Both of the twins laid on the ground as the man under the tree left to retrieve them.

"Fine day boys. You'll be true heroes some day." The man said with a content smile as he lifted both boys over a shoulder each and carried them back to a nearby cabin. Nothing could go wrong now, everything appeared to be in place. Henry and Arthur will go to UA.

Dagobah Municipal Beach Park, Musutafu
The twins had arrived earlier in the day and had decided to take a stroll around the area to see whatever actually. It had been Henry's idea and Arthur had a feeling if he didn't go something bad would happen, like Henry getting in trouble or spending all his money on needless trinkets or food. So while Henry was busy chattering away and eating with long exaggerated steps Arthur was walking alongside him quiet with a disinterested stare as he opened and closed his pocket watch to maintain some sanity. The two may have been twins but they were night and day, Arthur was a restrained disciplinarian Henry was a goof ball. They wore the exact same clothing as well, brown trousers tucked into black boots, a white button up shirt with a dark red vest and a pocket watch finished off with a black jacket, not to mention their hats. An odd choice to wear on a beach but both have been so used wearing these clothes that weren't training clothes that anything else felt weird for them.

Walking along the beach while refreshing was also becoming irritating for Arthur as he had to listen to his brothers useless speaking with the beautiful sounds of nature. Looking up Arthur noticed someone else was walking on the beach and he pointed her out to Henry "There is someone over there. Speak to them if you wish to have a conversation." He said in English to which Henry smiled and gave a thumbs up taking his brothers coldness in stride.

Henry made his way over to the girl, who he did not know was named Kaesu, and waved energetically "Hello there! How are you tonight?!" There was an accent to the Japanese but it was definitely understandable. While Henry had gone to make a friend Arthur stopped in his tracks and turned to stare out into the ocean, it was a beautiful sight with such peacefulness he thought as he continued to mindlessly open and close his watch.

[Gurori]

"I'm--" But the sudden sound of "gunfire" had caught Kaesu WAY off-guard, as she immediately took to the sand in a crouch position, motioning for the twins to do the same time. Was a villain here? Had anybody been injured? Those were one of many thoughts which shot through her mind. "Take-- ribbit-- cover!" One would assume that was a nervous tic, but it wasn't, she had a tendency of making frog noises at seemingly random times.

[Camelone]

Henry immediately summoned two medium humanoid puppets and oriented them to stand between himself and Kaesu from the direction of the gunfire to guard them from any stray fire. He wasn't concerned it sounded to far away and a gun or some explosive should be easily dealt with as the fool who used it must have not had a strong quirk and his puppets would allow him to get in close and protect without exposing himself to any clear danger. In fact Henry was actually smiling.

"How exciting perhaps action before the entrance exam!" He said excitedly as he scanned the area for the source. His brother on the other hand was not amused.

"Quis est demolitus est mihi serenitatem irrumabo!" Arthur screamed out as his entire body flared orange with every muscle flexing and activating as he blew off some steam. He took a deep breath and closed his pocket watch once more and put it away calming down so he could think clearly instead of through pure passion, the great cloud of reason and success.

"Arthur language!" Henry yelled back in English with some mirth "I apologize for him, he is wound so tight that little things like this make him snap. Thankfully he snaps in languages no one else really speaks. His argument is that it makes him sound educated while he is being vulgar." He explained nonchalantly as Arthur once more calmed down to a disinterested stare and looked around as if he was looking for something mundane instead of the source of what could potentially be gunfire.

[Asardia]

Annora Allegrodo
Musutafu

Annora had left her house earlier in the day to go to the mall. She didn't have a lot of money, but she did want some new clothes. Unbeknownst to her, Sparky Sparky Boom Man began his rampage at the same mall she was planning on going to. She made sure to wear her insulated clothing to prevent an accidental shocking, since she still can't completely control Lightning. As Annora walked down the street, she noticed that people were running in the opposite direction of her. She could tell something was happening, but exactly what was happening, she wasn't sure. Letting her curiosity get the best of her. As Annora kept walking, she heard sounds similar to that of firecrackers. But it's the middle of the day, she thought as the sounds became louder. She decided to use her lightning quirk to enhance her senses. She did smell smoke, but that didn't tell of much. As she looked around, Annora saw something go up into the air. A small object that reflected the sun light. It then exploded. But it didn't look like fireworks. These were actual explosions. Annora surrounded herself with an aura of lightning, and ran as fast as she could to the explosions. It seemed that a villain was at work.

Arlo Barotovi/Accelerator

Arlo kept throwing his playing cards at the debris, attempting to clear his path. The idea wasn't perfect since it also caused more damage, but he had no time to think about that. Arlo ran in the direction of the scattered debris, doing his best to pinpoint the location of the villain. Arlo had plenty of playing cards, so he wasn't going to run out anytime soon. He also had some daggers on him just in case, though if he got close enough to anyone, all he had to do was touch them with five fingers, and they would explode. Hand to hand combat was something Arlo excelled at, and he couldn't wait to see how he would fair against this villain with a quirk similar to his. It wasn't long until the debris suddenly came to a stop, with a road to either side and to the front of him. Unsure of what path the villain took, Arlo decided to break here, further charging his playing cards. It's times like this that Arlo envied Bakugo. All he had to do was propel himself into the air and stay airborne as he searched. Unfortunately, Arlo couldn't do that. He sighed as he stopped running and looked in all directions. What path he took would determine whether he caught the villain or let him escape. He had to think about this carefully.

[Jebslund]

Sparky Sparky Boom Man
The explosion definitely got Ignacio's attention. As he ran, Sparky Sparky Boom Man turned around, running in reverse as he snapped his fingers in a series of rapid-fire double-snaps (using his ring and middle fingers to make two snaps with each motion of his thumb) to send a series of 50kg explosions as far as he could see down the path to create more debris for his pursuer to have to blast away. Clearly, whoever was chasing him wasn't Ground Zero. He'd have gone airborne the minute he ran into the obstruction. Maybe even sooner, to try to cut Ignacio off. Whoever it was also likely had to build up his Quirk. The first several explosions had been a series, but later ones seemed to have time between them. He would prefer to make a clean getaway and hit the mall, but, if it came down to it, he was sure he could take the Hero. There weren't as many avenues of attack to worry about, and Ignacio's Quirk didn't need charging. He could snap his fingers as many times as he could endure, which, in his career as a villain, he'd spent plenty of time building up. Depending on how the other guy's Quirk worked, that difference in firing rate and speed could be the determining factor. Clearing debris wasn't really a measure of the man's power, either. No one would really use bigger explosions than they needed to for that, both to conserve energy if needed and to avoid making more debris in the process. Granted, Ignacio's ploy to buy time could very well have given his enemy confirmation on his location, so he took the first turn that offered itself (a main road, unfortunately), then made a mad dash for the nearest cover.

Gyro and Makoto
Headed for the scene of the crime

As Makoto turned his car (a black 1983 Chevrolet Camaro) down one of the road, he saw a guy sprinting towards his car. “Hey Gyro, do you think that’s...” He didn’t have time to finish the question as Gyro opened the car door and dove out, rolling and popping up directly in the mans path. “Sir, I’m going to have to ask for you to slow down, after all, you look rather suspicious running away from an active crime scene.” He lowered his hand to his steel ball, anticipating the mans reaction. Meanwhile, Makoto pulled over to the other side of the road and stepped out of the car.

Arlo Barotovi/Accelerator

Arlo kept throwing his playing cards at the debris, attempting to clear his path. The idea wasn't perfect since it also caused more damage, but he had no time to think about that. Arlo ran in the direction of the scattered debris, doing his best to pinpoint the location of the villain. Arlo had plenty of playing cards, so he wasn't going to run out anytime soon. He also had some daggers on him just in case, though if he got close enough to anyone, all he had to do was touch them with five fingers, and they would explode. Hand to hand combat was something Arlo excelled at, and he couldn't wait to see how he would fair against this villain with a quirk similar to his. It wasn't long until the debris suddenly came to a stop, with a road to either side and to the front of him. Unsure of what path the villain took, Arlo decided to break here, further charging his playing cards. It's times like this that Arlo envied Bakugo. All he had to do was propel himself into the air and stay airborne as he searched. Unfortunately, Arlo couldn't do that. He sighed as he stopped running and looked in all directions. What path he took would determine whether he caught the villain or let him escape. He had to think about this carefully.

Sparky Sparky Boom Man

Ignacio knew exactly how to deal with this sort. "Dude, are you crazy? Someone's been blowing up the neighborhood! I'm not staying here!", he shouted. Ignacio typically made it a point to not have a set look when he committed his crimes. His clothing varied based on his mood, and, today was no different, with a simple coat over a not-particularly-remarkable outfit. Like any panicked civilian, he made no effort to stop as he spoke, running around the crazy guy in the weird clothes trying to stop him without realising he was talking to a Hero. If he wanted to stick around long enough to get blown to bits, that was *his* problem!

Or so a man in a panic would think in these conditions. The dust covering Ignacio wasn't exactly hurtful to his act, either, considering he'd intentionally neglected to dust off, despite the footprints that risked leaving. Right now, though, the best thing to do was to keep up his panicked citizen act and hope it was taken as explanation enough and no one who had actually seen him came along to ruin it. Not that there was anything at all unusual about a man with any sense of self-preservation whatsoever and no inclination to play the hero running away from the scene of a bombing. Nor was he the only one in the area doing so.

[Haedros 92712]

Gyro and Makoto
Headed for the scene of the crime

As Makoto turned his car (a black 1983 Chevrolet Camaro) down one of the road, he saw a guy sprinting towards his car. “Hey Gyro, do you think that’s...” He didn’t have time to finish the question as Gyro opened the car door and dove out, rolling and popping up directly in the mans path. “Sir, I’m going to have to ask for you to slow down, after all, you look rather suspicious running away from an active crime scene.” He lowered his hand to his steel ball, anticipating the mans reaction. Meanwhile, Makoto pulled over to the other side of the road and stepped out of the car.

Arlo Barotovi/Accelerator

Arlo kept throwing his playing cards at the debris, attempting to clear his path. The idea wasn't perfect since it also caused more damage, but he had no time to think about that. Arlo ran in the direction of the scattered debris, doing his best to pinpoint the location of the villain. Arlo had plenty of playing cards, so he wasn't going to run out anytime soon. He also had some daggers on him just in case, though if he got close enough to anyone, all he had to do was touch them with five fingers, and they would explode. Hand to hand combat was something Arlo excelled at, and he couldn't wait to see how he would fair against this villain with a quirk similar to his. It wasn't long until the debris suddenly came to a stop, with a road to either side and to the front of him. Unsure of what path the villain took, Arlo decided to break here, further charging his playing cards. It's times like this that Arlo envied Bakugo. All he had to do was propel himself into the air and stay airborne as he searched. Unfortunately, Arlo couldn't do that. He sighed as he stopped running and looked in all directions. What path he took would determine whether he caught the villain or let him escape. He had to think about this carefully.

Sparky Sparky Boom Man

Ignacio knew exactly how to deal with this sort. "Dude, are you crazy? Someone's been blowing up the neighborhood! I'm not staying here!", he shouted. Ignacio typically made it a point to not have a set look when he committed his crimes. His clothing varied based on his mood, and, today was no different, with a simple coat over a not-particularly-remarkable outfit. Like any panicked civilian, he made no effort to stop as he spoke, running around the crazy guy in the weird clothes trying to stop him without realising he was talking to a Hero. If he wanted to stick around long enough to get blown to bits, that was *his* problem!

Or so a man in a panic would think in these conditions. The dust covering Ignacio wasn't exactly hurtful to his act, either, considering he'd intentionally neglected to dust off, despite the footprints that risked leaving. Right now, though, the best thing to do was to keep up his panicked citizen act and hope it was taken as explanation enough and no one who had actually seen him came along to ruin it. Not that there was anything at all unusual about a man with any sense of self-preservation whatsoever and no inclination to play the hero running away from the scene of a bombing. Nor was he the only one in the area doing so.

Gyro stopped, genuinely confused. Had he got the wrong guy? The villain could be any one fo these people running away. Damn it all. Gonna probably lose my heroing privileges for a while, but I gotta do something. If not, Bomberman will get away. He removed the steel ball from its holster, and charged it with spin. He fired it off in the general direction the first man he had confronted ran in, sending it flying past, so as to make it seem like he was shooting at someone. He did the same thing in the other direction, firing off a coin. He hoped that the suspect would react to having somebody shoot at them, in some way that exposed them.

[Asardia]

Annora, surrounded by an aura of lightning, ran faster than a car as she zipped through the city blocks. It wasn't long until she happened to come across a Pro Hero. Accelerator, as he looked around for the villain who caused all this chaos, saw Annora. "What are you doing out here kid?" He said in a deep, annoyed voice. "It's dangerous".

"I'm a student at UA High, or about to be, anyway." Annora said defensively. Plus, I'm sure my quirk can be useful here."

Accelerator laughed. "You do realize you can only use your quirk for self defense, or if you're a Pro Hero, like me, right?"

Annora rolled her eyes. She heard stories about Accelerator's arrogance and how he isn't the most social person. But she didn't know it was this bad. In an act of defiance, Annora removed her gloves, which resulted in lightning flowing around her hands. "That doesn't matter now. I'm protecting the city from Villains. She said.

"Yeah whatever kid. Just don't get in my way." Arlo walked in the opposite direction and went to see if any other Heroes had come here to help with the cleanup and citizen evacuation.

[Jebslund]

Sparky Sparky Boom Man

Ignacio knew exactly how to deal with this sort. "Dude, are you crazy? Someone's been blowing up the neighborhood! I'm not staying here!", he shouted. Ignacio typically made it a point to not have a set look when he committed his crimes. His clothing varied based on his mood, and, today was no different, with a simple coat over a not-particularly-remarkable outfit. Like any panicked civilian, he made no effort to stop as he spoke, running around the crazy guy in the weird clothes trying to stop him without realising he was talking to a Hero. If he wanted to stick around long enough to get blown to bits, that was *his* problem!

Or so a man in a panic would think in these conditions. The dust covering Ignacio wasn't exactly hurtful to his act, either, considering he'd intentionally neglected to dust off, despite the footprints that risked leaving. Right now, though, the best thing to do was to keep up his panicked citizen act and hope it was taken as explanation enough and no one who had actually seen him came along to ruin it. Not that there was anything at all unusual about a man with any sense of self-preservation whatsoever and no inclination to play the hero running away from the scene of a bombing. Nor was he the only one in the area doing so.

Gyro stopped, genuinely confused. Had he got the wrong guy? The villain could be any one fo these people running away. Damn it all. Gonna probably lose my heroing privileges for a while, but I gotta do something. If not, Bomberman will get away. He removed the steel ball from its holster, and charged it with spin. He fired it off in the general direction the first man he had confronted ran in, sending it flying past, so as to make it seem like he was shooting at someone. He did the same thing in the other direction, firing off a coin. He hoped that the suspect would react to having somebody shoot at them, in some way that exposed them.[/quote]

Sparky Sparky Boom Man

Oh, the hero was making it almost *too* easy. Several people in his general direction screamed as the ball whistled by their heads, and Ignacio was no exception as he, like many others, ducked his head in an effort to make for a smaller target should the *shooting* continue. Explosion sounds in the direction he'd come from, no doubt his pursuer, made it even easier to pretend innocence as he ran flat out, his "panicked civilian" act not missing a beat. There really wasn't much more to do here, and, by firing indiscriminately, the Hero had ironically made Ignacio's escape easier, rather than harder. 'Must be a rookie.", Ignacio thought to himself. Who else would have made such a mistake but a rookie too eager to collar a villain?

[Haedros 92712]

Makoto

Dammit Gyro, what the hell are you doing? I’ll have to step in. Makoto held out his hands. “Purple Light Barrier Form!” On either side of the street, two large walls of light appeared, over 537 degrees (Celsius). “Citizens, for your safety, you are to remain here! We do not know if the villain has already escaped, or which way they went. For now, you are to remain within the confines of these barriers. Stand by for further orders.” The barriers stood unwavering on either side, preventing anyone from leaving that street. Makoto walked over to Gyro. “What the hell were you thinking? You’re lucky you didn’t hit somebody! Anyways, nobody can leave now that I’ve blocked off the street. Go check it those other explosions. I’ll handle crowd control.” Gyro listened, walking off towards the source of the renewed explosions.

[Jebslund]

Hippocrata, at ground zero of the bombing incident.

Cyrene wasted no time. Within seconds of her arrival, she was searching through rubble, ordering anyone who could walk to evacuate and healing anyone who couldn't. It was painful work, but she would be damned if anyone was going to die on her watch. Triage was performed as she worked, with minor injuries being sent to evacuate and seek medical care on their own, while life-threatening and/or immobilizing injuries were healed up to the point of stability/mobility to conserve her Quirk.

There was a time, in her early days, that Cyrene would make it a point to heal every injury she saw. In those days, it wasn't uncommon for one of the ambulances leaving a scene she'd worked at having her lying in the back, in far too much pain to continue working or even remain conscious. In the time since then, she'd both built up a higher pain tolerance and learned the hard way that she couldn't heal everyone. She had to make choices and triage like a proper nurse.

And that experience was put to good use today, as Cyrene went from rubble pile to rubble pile, victim to victim, moving debris, and making sure she focused solely on getting people stable and/or mobile, keeping morale up with her warm, friendly bedside manner as she worked, making reassurances that the people she helped out of the rubble would be all right. As she worked, though, part of her wondered how many other Heroes would show up to help sift through rubble and rescue victims.