BNHA Rehabilitation Academy IC

[Jessica]

"Hmm..." Sumire frowned a little receiving a cold shoulder from Alaric, but didn't push it. And here she thought they'd be able to be friends... Well, maybe his pride was hurt from needing help from people. She had been about to teasingly tell him she liked his hair too, but perhaps it would be better for another time. "Okay, well uh, glad to hear it."

With that, she moved away to give him some space, deciding she'd try to interact with him some other time.

Sumire chose a spot where she'd get a good view of the fight, next to her roommate Misako. She couldn't believe that someone was actually stu-brave enough to fight against a Pro Hero. Takumi seemed like he had a good idea about self-defense, but was he all brawn no brains type of guy? Was he challenging Quicksilver just to prove how tough he was compared to the rest of them? She was 99% certain that Takumi was going to have his insides rearranged from the beating...

The other 1% was thinking he might pull a Shonen protagonist and find a way to beat Quicksilver...


Nope.

Nope nope nope.

The 1% of her was very, very wrong.

A roundhouse kick to the face and Takumi was tasting dirt in 10 seconds.


Was... Was he alive?

She'd find out in a second or two, probably.


When Quicksilver asked about questions, Sumire raised her hand. "Will face surfboarding and dirt eating be a regular thing?"


"Yes, but good behavior will keep you from being on the receiving end of it."


Sumire jumped a bit hearing the sudden voice behind her, turning to see one of the teachers that had been standing beside Headmaster. He hadn't introduced them, but then again, he seemed more worried about getting through the papers than proper introductions.

............

Mika had been watching from the sidelines, having finished setting up the lesson plan with Toguro and leaving him to have the paperwork set up for their arrival. She hadn't seen the need to make herself known yet, since someone had actually challenged a Pro Hero. While Mika would have ended the fight less painfully, it was a bit entertaining to see someone get what they asked for. But now that it was all finished, it was time she did her job and bring the students to their next destination.

Her face was covered with one of the masks Headmaster provided, having abided by the contract she was given. She wasn't one to underestimate any person, since you never knew what they were truly capable of. The only hint to who she was as a Pro Hero was her blackish purple costume.

"I have to say, I didn't expect anyone to actually challenge a Pro, but I suppose there's a first for everything... Nice of you to join us, Mr. Cedrik. I hope you didn't give Quicksilver too much trouble."

Mika turned to the rest of the students. They couldn't see it, but she was smiling warmly under the mask. "You all may refer to me as Nameless for the time being. I know it's not creative but I'm more worried about your futures than I am my alias."

She then looked to Quicksilver, "If you've finished giving Souta disciplinary action, we can lead the students to the classroom unless you have something else to do?"

Once she received the affirmative, it was time to move.

Mika led the group of teenagers into the building, through the halls, and towards a classroom. She swiped her card through the reader, awaited approval, then opened the heavy door to let the kids get in.

Inside were regular classroom desks, the chairs and tables bolted to the ground to prevent any injuries or mishap. "Take a seat, please. You can choose where."

 

[EmperorsChosen]

Takumi Souta​

Grinning, Takumi expected contact, unfortunately it wasn't the kind he was hoping for. Seeing a sinister smile through the dust before he felt a grip around his ankle, Takumi saw the follow-up attack far too late but felt the impact immediately.

Flying slightly through the air, the vigilante's view was turned upside-down until his head made contact with the dirt in a forceful faceplant into the ground. It was a painful hit, but the teen shoved himself off the ground, apparently ready to attack again before he heard the "time was up".

"...Huh?"

Staring dumbfounded, Takumi had missed the part where she said "in ten seconds", expecting this to be a full fight. Strangely enough, despite his face scuffed and some blood on his head and coming from his nose, he appeared almost disappointed that those ten seconds were all he had, his scowl turning into a pout.

"Tch... Damn it."

Huffing and wiping the back of his hand to rid his nose of the blood from impact, Takumi grabbed the bag containing his apparel.

One of the new teachers that showed up called it disciplinary action. It wasn't as if he did anything wrong and got his ass kicked for it! He just wanted to spar with a pro! Then again, they were technically criminals.

Frowning as the students were led to classrooms, Takumi was wholly disappointed with what was seen. It was a classroom; a regular classroom. The only odd thing was that the furniture was bolted down to prevent any flipping of tables. He supposed here is where they would learn all the boring stuff. What were they going to be taught here? Math? Why couldn't they just go straight to combat training.

With a disappointed sight, Takumi took a seat towards the wall in one of the middle rows, using a rag he was given to wipe his nose. He had refused treatment from the medic, not feeling the injury was suitable for some treatment. It was a scuffle; he drew some blood scuffed his face. The pain would help reinforce not getting hit by something like that again.

Looking at the teacher, there wasn't much he could judge. Unlike Quicksilver and Office-man, who allowed their identities to be known, this woman held an alias and a mask. He didn't know if she was someone to be impressed by or dreading, or both. She didn't carry the apathy of most of the other anonymous teachers though, but then again, that care could be an act or a method of making the students feel at ease.

Crossing his arms over the desk and resting his chin on the makeshift pillow, depending on the subject, Takumi space through the lecture or just pass out. Studies outside of practicality, such as the educational system's general ed. were not his strong suit.

 

[MrStoryTeller]

Alaric Vander

Watching the big, brute of a guy getting his butt kicked and tossed around, brought a smile to Alaric's face. Not in the sense of he had anything against the guy, it was just fun to watching strong types like himself get knocked around. You could see the disappointment on his face as well. After that wonderful display, another teacher came out and introduced herself as "Nameless". As she stated, wasn't the best name in the world but it really didn't matter honestly. She spoke to us all and told us to follow Quicksilver to a classroom. Alaric stood, grabbed his bag, and followed the rest of the group, casting a stare in the direction of the blue haired girl he looked at earlier.

Once in the room, the teacher stated we could sit where ever we like. Some of the kids had found seats quickly or began to sit next to people they were already friends with. Alaric, walked to the back of the room and took up a desk next to the barred windows. He was the farthest away from the front at this spot and that was how in wanted to keep it. He hoped, no one would sit by him though.

As he looked out over the room, there really wasn't much to it. It was just a bare room. The desk and chairs were bolted to the ground and the only thing on the walls was a clock above the door and the chalk board up front. Other than that, it looked like prison. Making sense as he was in prison. Waiting for everyone else, Alaric put his head down in his arms on his desk, hiding his mouth and nose away from the world while his eyes scanned everything going on.

 

[RedArmyShogun]

Misako Katagawa​

Watching her classmates fight it went about how she suspected. Poorly for the fellow student. Takumi wasn't it? Shrugging it off he seemed no worse for wear as another instructor had arrived. She suspected that boy would be a bit of a challenge later, maybe even able to hit her if enough time was given. For his part the medic just threw normal bandages

As if on que the medic takes her leave, bowing to the rest with some parting words she smiles thinly.

"Not all fates are set in stone. That is the purpose of this place even if not all may believe it there are some who will want that for you."

Staring at Quicksilver pointedly, the Police Officer struts off with her cart, leaving the students to Nameless and with what was likely to be the few words of encouragement they would find this early on.

Grabbing what she could, the woman could have at least let them wash, either they were in a hurry or more sweat was to be expected. Sighing a bit and taking a seat roughly dead center and towards the front, Misako lays her head on her desk, grumbling softly as she raises a hand and speaks up.

"Hai, hai, Nameless Sensei ..err what are we doing here today? I mean, like.. what is this class?" She did want to know what they would be doing, truth be told she was tired, was this to do with quirks or maybe just general book learning, which reminded her of another important thing. "Err what's the rules on talking in the class or such when the lesson isn't happening?"

 

[Xenotrix Metamorph]

Yoshiyuki, Aichi

Aichi would have to admit that he rather enjoyed seeing his classmate get smacked down to the ground. He was certainly the cocky one, it seemed. Plus, briefly getting to see a hero in action was pretty great. After that instance, it turned out that there wasn't any more physical activity planned for the moment, which, frankly, suited Aichi just fine. He already felt really exhausted after that weird exam that Office Man planned out. When the other instructor showed up, it was to inform them that they were to be going to an actual class now. That sucked. Academics never were Aichi's strong suit. Oh well, it was also considered an academy, after all. During the trip to the class, Aichi decided to remain fairly quiet, not wanting to bother anyone else. Of course, he was also having a rather strange feeling today, like something bad was just on the horizon and he couldn't place what it was or when it was coming. He always hated that kind of thing. During the walk over though, he found himself occasionally glancing over to the female classmates. How was it that, like, all of them were cute? His eye was particularly drawn to one of them, but, he wanted to try and maintain some semblance of subtlety, which wasn't something he was particularly good at to begin with.

Once they were in the classroom, Aichi just chose a random seat, somewhere towards the back of the class and off to the left. From here he could see most of anything going on in the class, and he kept himself from being a "back of the room" and a "front of the room" student all at once. It's all about that branding in this kind of environment, and it was far wiser to be the kinda funny guy that fades into the background than anyone who particularly stood out in a positive or negative fashion. Some of the others were already doing a good job of being either of those two categories, and he himself wasn't doing a great job of staying clear of the latter.

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Hayakawa, Toguro
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Oh boy. Toguro sighed softly through his mask as he sat in the faculty's lounge, which also doubled as a break room for the guards. Hell, it basically was just a run-of-the-mill break room, complete with basics like a refrigerator, a microwave, a couple of soda machines, and a big television hanging on the wall. The screen was blank, turned off. Toguro didn't like television much, preferring to focus on more real-world things. For example, filling out all of this damned paperwork that he was forced to deal with because of this position he accepted here. When they approached him because of his past, he was told that it would be a fulfilling job that would let him get in touch with the next generation of heroes and help solidify himself as a repentant hero that deserved the second chance he had been given. They hadn't told him, however, that it would involve mounds of paperwork and having to deal with people claiming that he would just be trying to help sway people to continue making the same mistakes he did in his youth. The young man set his pen down, looking over to the clock. It was almost time to teach his class. Academics were important, and he knew full well that these kids would probably be pretty bored and maybe even annoyed that they were having to have some actual school work.

Toguro opened up a drawer on the desk, digging through to find a rudimentary textbook, with a large word printed on the cover. "SCIENCE!" He chuckled quietly, shaking his head before standing up to make his way towards the classroom. It only took him a little over five minutes to arrive in the classroom, seeing that the door was already open. Did that mean he was late? Nah, that wasn't it. It must of meant that Office Man's silly physical exam didn't take as long as they had anticipated. Not sure what that meant for the kids, but, eh. Toguro stepped into the room, seeing that one of the other faculty members was there, having apparently escorted them. Toguro's eyes scanned her, immediately noting who it was. The woman whom had, since her time here, begun going by the alias "Nameless", in an effort to stick with the them that Headmaster had set. Anonymity was only really useful in in the hero world if it involved actual villains. Of course, that was kind of the point of this place anyway, after all. His eyes inadvertently lingered a bit on her curves a mite longer than they should have. Truth was, even with that mask, he knew her well, noting that the knowledge he had of her had come from a fair amount of time spent together over the course of a short period of time.

Deciding not to draw any more attention than he was going to already, he looked to the students, the inmates, as it were, and crossed his arms as he made his way over to the desk. The half-face mask that covered his face was dark in color, and his amber eyes seemed to shine when he looked at you. His hair was silver in color, and he tilted his head briefly to look over at each of them.

"Hello, students. I will be one of your instructors throughout your stay here, you may call me...Silhouette. It's bland and vague, but, that's the point. Nameless, I can take it from here."

It again took a little more effort for his gaze to remove from her. Perhaps he had enjoyed her company too much during his time here, especially considering that today was the first day of the actual program for this year. Toguro sighed inwardly, looking over each of the students. The looks in their eyes brought him back to when he was year those years ago. He had been in their shoes, and it was entirely up to them on how they would manage to deal with what they would be facing in the coming days.

"At any rate, we are going to be having regular scholastic lessons during the program here, and while I know most of you aren't interested much in academics, it's a necessary thing. Here, you'll be studying mathematics and other scientific principals. For the most part, you'll just be doing some simple problem solving on papers and such, along with an occasional project just to test your academic knowledge."​

 

[Jessica]

Sumire followed the woman to the classroom, which looked relatively barren and normal besides the chairs and desks being bolted to the ground. She took a brief second to decide a spot before she ended up sitting near the front. Since the classroom had only a few desks leftover, most likely in case of new students, there were still options for the rest of them.

She didn't want to cause trouble, and hopefully, her classmates would be smart enough to do the same.


....

Each student had behaved during the walk to the classroom which Mika was inwardly thankful for. She had hoped that they'd all stay in line and not try to do a daring attempt of escaping... Well to be honest, a part of her believed the boy who had fought Quicksilver would be dumb enough to try and pull that stunt, but thankfully he was too tired or too beaten to try.

With them now seated and Toguro taking control of the classroom, Mika was free to keep an eye on the students.

"Of course." She told him then looked to Misako.

"There will be no talking unless given permission; even if the lesson is on hold. There will be no resting, sleeping, or goofing off, 'less you wish to receive disciplinary action." The hero answered her student's question quietly.

Mika moved to the side to let Toguro handle the class since his subject was up first. For now, it was her job to focus on the students who thought that now was going to be naptime.

She approached Takumi and gently lifted his head from his makeshift pillow. "Keep your head up. This is your first warning."

 

[EmperorsChosen]

Takumi Souta
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Takumi watched lazily as the rest of the class shuffled in. On the way to the room and even before, all he could really note was that all the guys were eyeing the girls. Sumire... the other ones that he didn't know the name of. The girls themselves seemed more wary of the environment they were in, which he thought was natural. What was the cause for that difference in focu-Ah, there it was.

His eyes scanning over his arm pillow, similar to Alaric, Takumi followed the sight-line of the newest arrival, Zap, to... somewhere he wished he hadn't. It was certainly nice but, however...

What the hell am I doing!?

Embarrassment tinging his mind, Takumi shoved his face in his arm-pillow with a slightly reddened face, no longer concerned with him being cheated out of a longer fight or having to drudge through academics to get to his combat training. No, now he was too busy looking for happy, but not too happy, thoughts within his mind to distract him from the current topic.

Luckily, distraction came in the form of a teacher, lifting his head up from his pillow to look her in the face. It was simply to tell him that arm-pillow's were forbidden. Seriously? What was this, an actual school?!

Grumpily shifting his posture from resting his whole head to simply resting his chin in an uplifted arm, he questioned if that was better.

"Is this okay or do I have to watch my posture too?"

It probably sounded sarcastic, but some teachers did that, didn't they? Perfect posture? His grandfather did. The old bat would give him a smack with a stick whenever he slouched. Here, he could possibly be electrocuted for it.

 

[Tarieles]

Sakai Yuuto​

As Yuuto entered the classroom, they saw some people move to the back of the room. The fools. If they didn't want to get picked by the teachers, the middle was where to be, surrounded by other people. Yuu moved towards the center of the room to take a seat that wasn't claimed yet, sitting quietly and sort of just fiddling with their fingers as a teacher came in to explain.

Yuuto grimaced at the thought of math. They weren't great at it, but were better than physical activity. Writing and drawing were both a bit more their speed, but they figured something like that wouldn't be involved in this place. Writing maybe. They hoped reading, too, because they loved to read. If they were lucky, good behavior would net them library time. Maybe even normal recreation time could be library time.

They were pulled from their thoughts as the same boy who had gotten his ass kicked earlier was now in trouble for laying his head down. It reminded them of high school, but worse. Yuu had almost finished high school when they were taken, so they hoped this would get them a diploma and finish. Maybe with more good behavior. They intended to stay quiet, keep low, do the work... But not stay helpless. They would constantly be on the lookout for an easy way of getting out, maybe going to a different country to restart fresh. But for now, they would sit pretty.

mentions The class

 

[RedArmyShogun]

Misako Katagawa​

Glancing at the teacher, Nameless as it were and the even bigger edge lord named silhouette, well to be fair she wasn't or wouldn't be dressed much differently from him, though she was irked with him more than a little bit. They were sweaty, smelly or at the very least tired and hot, of course Nameless and her no talking without permission was another thing that bothered her, not that they should be allowed to just carry on as they wished, also why in the world did they have three teachers in here now.. Two of them seemed to follow the boss man's lead while the third gave her full name and title. And among them all while likely the most insane, Office Man was at least the most normal looking of the lot so far.

The Takumi fellow seemed to be getting signaled out, considering he wasn't the only one laying his head down. "Ah Silhouette-San? Umm, what are we doing here? I mean with this whole thing.." She was curious, just what was the point in err..a math class..or science class being right now after a sweaty workout? Sitting up as best as she could she had honestly expected or at least hoped for a shower or to work on her own outfit or even a quirk test.. Maybe they had some paperwork to fill out? Either way she was too tired and generally didn't care to even attempt drawing down the ire of the teachers by interacting with her fellow students.

Elsewhere ???/??? ​

Inside of an unknown location a round table sets with several chairs surrounding it, a bright light shines down on the table it's self, with the chairs circling around being cloaked in darkness, the figures who would be seated upon them cloaked in darkness. Of note among the chairs were six that seemed taller, more ornate than the rest, scattered about and flanked by more normal looking chairs, a round table of sorts which signified equals and those who seemed to be a bit more equal. But of note are the shadowy silhouettes of two masculine sounding beings who's outlines hinted at a man in a military styled cap and another who's posture was impeccable, his hair seemingly well kempt.

"So, you have need of me? Our funding should be fine." Says the fine haired man.

"Indeed, of your other talents rather. It seems the new Semester has started with the Prisoners." Replies the one with the hat.

"Ah, I had heard something of that from the Maestro. So what is it you want from me?"

"An inspection will happen soon at one of the academies. With the records I've seen I think an incident of sorts can be arranged fitting to all of our objectives."

"An incident huh? Is there going to be some sort of massed movement or inspections?"

"A bit of both."

"Why me then?"

"Two of our number are too psychotic to be trusted with covert work and the other is a bit too well known, while a disguise could be possible..."

"Ah yes.. that might not be able to hold out for long. Is there any special instructions, targets for elimination?"

"I'm not sure yet, I have reports concerning another prison, I just want you on hand to observe and when needed to act. And to of course get out before they catch on."

"Hmm that should be simple enough, I can pretend to be someone I'm not easy enough for a couple weeks, the anonymity of that prison can be used against it easily enough. The question is, can you get me in?"

"Easily done. Things are already in motion for that to take place."

"Then we have nothing else to speak of, I'll map the installation and see if this..incident of yours comes to pass."

"Good, I'll send more details and instructions to you later."

With that the pair rise from their chairs and head out of the room, opposite door ways from one another, whatever this all meant or would hold instore for the students, well only time would tell.

 

[Mahou-Shoujo]

Reese wasn't surprised by the classroom, it was as drab as a normal school though admittedly she had only seen them at a distance while peeking through a window, her parents having been big on the whole homeschooling thing... Wouldn't want her learning anything that might give her the wrong ideas... Well, too late for that! She had learned quite a lot her parents didn't agree with...
Still though, she was the last in the room and didn't really want any extra attention, so she decided to just sit down and get the class over with, she chose to sit next to her roommate, they were the one she would spend the most time with during her stay there anyway so it couldn't hurt, and besides, they seemed like someone she could get along with!

"Hey".
She greeted simply once she was sitting, figuring any further conversation would draw the teacher's attention, and since just making an arm pillow would do that she wasn't sure what something a bit more disruptive might earn, she'd like to think there would be no real punishment but considering what she had seen so far...
She was however allowed to look at her classmates... And at least two seemed to be looking at something....
"Oh!... Nice".
She thought after seeing exactly where they had been looking, she certainly couldn't blame them for staring at that... Though after a moment had to tear her own gaze away.

 

[Acies]

Combat training ended abruptly. Zap followed the rest, eyes lazily perusing his classmates. Some damn fine asses. Some damn fine faces. Really, he had some good-looking classmates. He wondered idly if the girls had been chosen by a male. If he'd been running things, he sure wouldn't have wanted to surround himself with ugly people.

Zap had a gift. It wasn't really much of a gift, but he'd been told it was a good one. Simply put, he was able to admire a girl's body without making it look creepy. Something about 'microexpressions', his older brother had explained, whatever that meant.

People were already starting to test the guards, he noted, as he settled into a seat. One boy in particular, the same one who'd gotten thrashed, had put his head down completely and appeared to be taking a nap. Some people never learned. Seated in the middle of the room, with a lazy expression but a generally upright posture, Zap considered his options. No gym, no weight equipment or gymnastic gear… Time for some of those prison exercises he'd researched.

Sitting further up, he pressed his palms together in front of his chest and began to squeeze. He was able to engage his shoulders, arms, and even his chest with this. It wasn't very efficient, but it was better than nothing. After a long count of twenty, he reversed the pressure by hooking his fingers together and pulling hard against himself.

That just wasn't going to be good enough. If he didn't find a pull-up bar or something, he was going to lose a lot of what he'd worked so hard to gain.

He wasn't very clear on the purpose of this program, but if combat training was involved Zap suspected that they were going to be used as disposable 'heroes'. A child slave soldier by any other name, he thought darkly. What was this, shithole Africa? Zap had no desire to be anything other than a gymnast. After his career was over, become a coach. Open up his own gym, or partner into one. Gymnastics till he was too old to work, that was for sure, and by then he'd be no good as a hero.

Well, it still beat sitting in prison. Successfully completing this program meant years. In his world, that would make or break his career. Resolving anew to do his best, Zap dragged his attention back to the teacher and resumed his prison exercises. Even if his immediate future was Death by Powerpoint it stil beat prison.