My Hero Academia IC

Ichirou

@Azurian Dream
@Demon Shinobi


In truth, Ichirou had no questions because the nerves of this battle kept him silent. Confrontation of his siblings, again, was imminent. Unavoidable. To add to it, he would be following his father on their own path with the potential of some extra hands along the way.

His eyes stole a glance at his father.

What was he thinking through all of this? They were going to meet the children that'd been presumed dead... His first wife's children with him and Ichirou's half-siblings. And if the time to encounter them happened, what would he do? What would his father do if he was forced to attack? To really hurt them? Or worse, to kill them? Ichirou couldn't bear the idea of needing to kill his own child, and he wasn't even a father yet. Would they all be okay? Or was this going to end in tragedy?

He sighed, though his thoughts were momentarily interrupted when he saw Aurora approach him. Ichirou looked at her, about to ask what she wanted when she held his hand, tying a braid of her hair around his wrist in a bracelet and cutting the golden strands so it was firmly secure.

Hearing her words, he couldn't help but smile. "Yeah, you be careful too."


Keep his head about him... Right. He could do it. With his parents' and Aurora's words in mind, Ichirou clenched his dominant hand in determination. he turned to look at his father, "Ready when you are, Nova Master."

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Cupie

@Everyone in the room
@Cat girl


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Hearing them, Cupie knew right away that she would help them as well, no questions asked. As much as she didn't care for her own mother, Charlotte's father, Isamu's mother, and an innocent child were all hostages. They needed to do something about it now or risk the detectives fucking up this rescue mission. What made them more qualified for this mission than the police? Nothing, but that wasn't going to stop them. They were heroes in training, and if those damned police officers weren't going to sent experienced heroes on a clear life threatening mission, then she and her group of classmates would have to be the heroes in this one.

Then the security and alarms were cut, leaving Cupie to see a rather familiar girl striking a pose at the other end of the hallway.

"Hey wait a minute, I recognize her. She's one of those fucks; the people making our lives harder." The pink haired girl told her comrades, her eyes squinting suspiciously.

"It's obvious they want us specifically, and I don't have a fucking clue why, but... I'll be damned if I let them hurt innocent civilians. It's risky, but I don't think now's the time to play it safe."
 
The Last Shadow nodded to Charlotte, only to turn and focus on the strange visage of a little girl down the hall. Of which caught all their attention. Cupie was quick to blurt out she was one of the villains that had made it known they were specifically targeting class 1A and their fellow heroes. Both Cupie and Charlotte noted how it was an obvious trap, she were leading them to.

And while Amaris agreed, as this had been far too easy so far, she knew that sometimes you just had to dive headfirst in, and well, frankly, overcome what was put before you. Heroes simply had to beat the trap villains laid for them; it came with the job. Still, her quirk was naturally good against these types of traps.

Along with the others, the black-haired hero-in-training rushed through the police station after the villain who was fleeing. There were obvious sounds of police thrown into confusion, where the heroes-in-training didn't even appear to be the concern anymore. Amaris stopped at one of the meowing cats, staring down at it. She glanced around at the other kitties. With a wave of her hand, shadows came out and gently petted them. The shadows were gentle enough to make the kitties all mew in appreciation and purr.

With that, she turned and continued pursuit of the villain out of the station and down the streets and alleys she was leading them through. "I can perhapss ssneak closser by usiing the shhadows of the catss around her. I can usse her trusst of her kittiess againsst her." She offered as a suggestion.
 
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Shinjuku - Gyoen National Garden

"Do you now?" Nina says with a thin smile as she listens to the man. Nodding her head a time or two, but otherwise being calm and silent, much like the maid she seemed to partially dress as. With that over she collects a few sheets of paper she had and a few decks of playing cars, stuffing the later into her pinstriped pockets.

"Hmm an interesting plan at that, I wonder how well it went for them?"

She had some idea on who he meant and if so they died, though ultimately if things went to plan someone else would step into that role, someone much more capable and this man, knowingly or not was helping bring that to fruition. One way or the other, while the child was cute, a life and death struggle or even a death would be sufficient with all else that would happen to provoke the woman. Even if she did ignore the threat to her daughter the first time.

"As you wish."

Bowing lightly the woman sets off on her own, approaching Mimi, who stood out a bit the woman smiles with a bow, clearing the area around her with .

"Hmm, of class 1A yes?"

She should have been known to her, and the danger immediately obvious...

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"Huh? Oh, someone needs me?"

Listening to Jet's warning, the man coming to her quickly seemed friendly, but there was also something nagging at her, something primal that disquieted her, danger was here and she felt she should know this man, but she was not sure how or why. And that did bother her. "U-umm, hello! Yes I am!" She says smiling back and adjusting her cap. "Can I help.."

It was then that something else registered with her; "...Wait, how do you know my name?"

Looking at the man her body shifts slightly to withdraw a little, taking up a defensive stance.

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"..Ah, but of course you are." With that she draws a string of cards, hardening them into knives, she throws them at Mimi without the slightest hesitation, aiming for the others limbs. "I'm afraid I'll need your attention for a minute or five."
 
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It seemed that nothing suspicious was afoot at the moment. Ayame called for everyone to meet back up, and Jet agreed. Mimi gave a hum of affirmation to the rendezvous, making her way over at a leisurely pace. As she approached, she heard Jet speak over the coms system. Someone was heading towards Ayame. Mimi picked up her pace a little more, and checked her blood sugar. It was in a good spot, but a little extra would be for the best.

She pulled out a large stick of sugar dust candy and cracked it open before downing in one swift motion. "Almost there." she assured Ayame, fearing that there will likely be a fight. Mimi tried her best to keep a distance as she rounded the corner, but her outfit stood out so much that it would be easy to see regardless.

In preparation, she covered her hand in crystal, forcing CO2 pockets into them. However, she might have been a little too focused on Ayame, as she began neglecting her surroundings. She was suddenly confronted by a main with pale skin and blue eyes. Almost as if Masaru was a girl. But that thought was suddenly broken as she sent hardened knives her way without warning.

Mimi was fortunate to have prepared a crystal on her hand, but only had enough time to defend on body part. She set it to blow, as chunks of rock candy shot out everywhere. She got lucky, knocking a few of the cards away, but one still found its mark embedded deep into her right shoulder.

Mimi winced at the pain, and hardened a crystal around it, trying to stop the bleeding. She knew she wasn't going to make it out without a serious fight. She grew more crystals this time, but this might be a little difficult. The maid definitely out-sped her, and with a battle of ranged combat, she most likely had more experience "I'm in trouble." she said in the intercom.

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Kazuo and Shunsuke

Kazuo nodded in confirmation to Misoka. There was nothing for him to add that she hadn't already said regarding the details of the mission. A simple search. That's all this was. All it would be. Still, as he looked at Ichirou, he couldn't help but smile a bit. It seemed Aurora was quick to come make sure he was okay. A nice moment. Kaz was worried, but given what had already happened, his talk with Ichirou following the initial meeting with Kuro, everything...

Kaz shook his head. Ichirou would be fine. He'd make sure of it. "Glad to see you're ready to go, son." He grinned placing his hand on Ichirou's shoulder. "Sorry. I should say Blue Inferno."

Turning to face the path that had been left to himself and Ichirou, Kaz took a deep breath. "I'll be counting on you." Kaz didn't think there was much more he needed to say in this case. He knew anything else would only serve to worsen any underlying nerves that might be there between the two of them. But if Ichirou knew he was counting on him the way Kaz knew his son would be counting on himself... Nothing could stop them if they were together. Kaz was sure of it.

And so, without another word, Kaz began his march into the left most path with Ichirou in tow. He was hoping not for a simpler turn of event, but it was still very unlikely.

Shunsuke, meanwhile, stood there, listening closely. The further things when on, the more he seemed like an after thought. But it didn't matter. In the grand scheme of things, the only thing that mattered was a successful operation. He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply before exhaling slowly as their orders were given. He glanced over the teams.

The more he looked, the less he felt like he was actually needed. How much could he help the Number One Hero and Ichirou. They were both powerhouses in their own right. Plus, they were father and son; that was a totally different dynamic. Then, there was Masaru and Misoka. He wasn't sure his head on approach would aid them much. He would likely only get in the way. Finally, there was Aurora and Kanna. In the end, it was likely the choice that made the most sense. Both students. He had a strong respect for Kanna. Aurora was powerful too, but he didn't think hse liked him much.

Shun didn't necessarily agree with all of her ideals, but he they didn't have to like each other to fight together. Besides, a team like this gave him less time to worry about them getting hurt. They were powerful after all. "Right, I'll go this way," he said as he began to follow Kanna and Aurora into the path. It was most silent at first it seemed.

"So-" he began to speak, only to be cut off by the emergence of a train car.

"Fuck... Already?" he questioned. Shit. He'd already been separated from his allies. What a great way to begin the operation.




Isamu

Isamu was quiet. Uncharacteristically quiet. He took a deeper breath, trying to piece things together, though Charlotte seemed to have a good handle on the situation. Still, he was worried she might do something reckless. Still, he listened to the others. No matter how he looked at the situation, this was a trap. It was all a trap. He grit his teeth. He knew it was a trap. He knew charging in like this was just giving them what they wanted. He knew all of that! And yet...

"Amaris, if you're able to get close enough safely, you should do it. Use the shadows to your advantage. But I have a feeling she... they want us to follow the cats regardless." Unluckily for the group of heroes-in-training, all they could do was follow. That was simply all there was too it.

Isamu looked at Cupie and then at Charlotte. "We have no real choice her. We have to get to everyone and save them." He took a deep breath. "But we have to be safe about it. Cautious. We can't just rush in. There is a chance they may try to separate us. Try to stay at least in teams of two. If we have each other's backs, there is a higher chance of success for us. Higher chance of..." of their families and Honoka being hurt. He just didn't want to say it.

"Charlotte, can you try to see if there are any traps of any kind through the walls and doors? See if any of the cops are still here?" They had no information dammit. He thought for a moment. "This isn't the final stage. That much is obvious. They're gonna have complete control. And we're gonna have to figure out how to take that away from them if we can." Slightly calmer, Isamu could better look at the situation. He didn't like any of this. Not one bit.
 
Candy Mimi & Dark Miasma Vs Assassin Maid Nina
Collaboration with: @Reanimator Spuds @RedArmyShogun

Jet was quickly caught in quite the split situation for one side of the coin as an eerie figure was approaching Ayame. On the other White Winds assassin's daughter had just attacked Mimi. This had just turned from a relaxed patrol to a sudden red alert situation. Immediately Jet put a report to Chimera.

“The White Winds rogue daughter is here, and there is someone approaching Ayame that I can't identify,” Jet growled listening to Ayame's feed so far it seemed like no hostility was in play. However the moment he heard Mimi’s call for assistance he made his own call dive bombing off the building as four of his twelve hidden mist marbles shot forward with two immediately connecting to Mimi’s shoulders. As Jet near the scene the third marble shot at Nina expanding into a glob of mist ready to apprehend Nina, or at least force her back. The last one turned into a smoke screen hiding Jets descent from Nina’s eyes before in tandem to her assault four mist knives shot at her projection from the glob forcing her to either go defensive or get hit before the lizard touched ground to protect his friend.

There was a sudden dispersal of mist as two black marbles struck Mimi’s crystalized shoulder. It seemed Jett had arrived to her aid. She really hoped she hadn’t made a mistake. Perhaps Ayame was in more trouble than her? Still, she took the time to try and fall back a little and regroup with Jett. This was the first time she had fought alongside him. “She hit me.” She stated as she backed beside him and coating her hand in a jagged crystal. Her face was still expressionless, save the furrowing of her eyebrow as she looked around. Though the mist covered their movements, Mimi was just as blind as Nina. That favored the assassin in her mind. “Don’t lose her.”

“Clever.”

The woman says simply and flatly as the other arrived, as if expecting him, which in fairness she was. Watching the smoke she decided to monologue a bit more. “Smoke is often used as cover in military operations as you have dozens if not 100’s of soldiers on each side. Even if you blanket fire and spray wildly there will still be survivors.”

With that a sticky THUNK THUNK sound could be heard as the smoke started to settle. “For the same reason it’s never used by security forces.. After all you only have one point.”

With that the smoke was blown away as an Arrow shot through to where the two were, not aimed in particular at either of the pair, the woman was now surrounded by 100’s of playing cards circling her body at high speed as if controlled with telekinesis, the marble thrown had shown what it had struck it’s hit against, a dozen small paper cranes, even now with the substance on them being drawn back into another arrow as the woman holds a bow made of paper.

“I’m afraid your little furry friend will need to look out for herself.” With that she loosened another shot, aiming for Mimi on purpose, smiling thinly she was sure the other would react to defend her, and if not all the more the better. This wasn’t meant to harm her too seriously however, she did need to keep the two busy and maybe make them bleed just a bit.

As Jet's third marble trap was sliced to bits by Nina’s impressive deck of cards, the dragon’s eyes kept an eye past her as Mimi informed of the first blood drawn wound. Though this was his first time fighting Nina, and alongside Mimi he was rather calm. Aurora had given him a run down of this girl paper control. Yet it was clear there was more to be learned with how her reflexes played with it. Yet there was an air of similarity between the reptile, and maid… both quirks acted in reflexes as well as in commands. Upon the first arrow the two easily dodged as they met shoulder to shoulder ready to take on Nina.

“Then let us return the favor. Pandemonium can handle herself,” Jet threatened, and scoffed at Nina’s chatter… so she was a distraction that was a major concern they needed to finish this as soon as possible though rushing it would only get themselves hurt.

“Ayame, that man is in tandem with the Assassin Maid,” Jet called in right as Nina unleashed her second arrow. With mist flowing from his arm spikes they funneled between his fingers as he flung his right hand forward launching a mist knife to counter her arrow. Yet knowing that collision would not end the attack Jets knife burst into its cellular form ripping apart the arrow to avoid its owners nastier quirk tactics.

“Don’t assume you can dodge. Destroy her attacks,” Jettitare growled as he rushed forward with his seventh marble forming into a whip that slung forward aiming to catch the paper girl. While it was obvious to say she would destroy it, it would be a mistake to assume it would end the attack.

Mimi gave a hardy grunt off agreement when Jett said she could handle herself. She was a scrappy little red panda. At the very least, she would be far more than capable of surviving long enough for them to route Nina and rush to her side.

Mimi looked over at Jet when he mentioned not to assume she could dodge. She had already come to that conclusion. She looked over at him, seeing his lean, yet muscular features and looked down to see no such features on herself. She was fine with that though. It just cemented her place as a slower brawler hero.

Mimi’s hand was coated in crystal and she rushed forward with Jett’s attack, swinging her hardened fist into a jagged uppercut. “Jawbreaker.” She said in her usual nonchalant demeanor while she leaned behind her arm, growing the crystal downwards to form a sort of shield.


“Oh? You should worry about yourselves if you have time to worry about another.” Nina says flatly. Eyeing as the other made a shield to stop her arrows, the woman smiled thinly, not bothering to dodge the whip. Suddenly her bow breaks down as the paper builds and collects around her left wrist, reaching her hand up and out, her paper gauntlet grabs the plasma tendril as she yanks forward on it in an attempt to pull the dragon boy into his candy forming student, while simultaneously enlarging the space within it so she could withdraw her hand. Hoping back with that she starts to draw in paper from one of the neighboring news stands, forming it into a giant feline, sending it at the pair. She was not content to simply defend.

Mimi’s attack was deftly dodged, as the maid moved to counter with a paper tiger. Mimi was only able to see that she had tried yanking Jett into her. She quickly shifted her legs into a wide stance, and coated them in crystal, linking her to the ground momentarily. This provided Jett a soft place to land.

As for the paper creature, she prepped her arm, now much heavier with the crystal and swung it at it. It took quite a bit of effort to get it moving, but once it was swung, there was no stopping it’s momentum. With these tasks accomplished, she broke free from her anchor and looked around. She grabbed hold of another one of her sugar vials and downed it quickly.

Her arm was still heavily coated in the candy crystals. But to break it would be a waste. “We need to stop her movement.” She looked back at her partner.

Landing proficiently on Candy Mimi’s body using her sort of like a pole to land peacefully as he regained his bearings. The paper tiger though would get sucker punched hard as it was literally lifted up by Mimi’s hit earning the candy girl a thumbs up from the darkly dressed dragon. In agreement to her words he nodded as he lined up his eighth marble between his thumb and fingers sorta like a bullet.

“Then let’s pin her down,” Jet grinned as he shot off the marble at the flying paper cat. Upon disbursement the marble turned into four cutting waves slicing the cat into four pieces hurtling at Nina’s position controlling such big pieces while securing stability would be enough of a window for Jett to wrap a hand around Mimi’s waste as he slammed his other one into the ground ushering a new wave of mist from both his horns, and hands that lifted into a pillar shooting the two into the sky. Swinging Mimi a bit in a sky like dance he positioned her to be thrown as with all his might he threw her at Nina. Following in suit Jet would disperse the wave into miniature pillar shooting at Nina to both defend Mimi, and limit where Nina could run. On his descent he aimed a little past her aiming to pincer the assassin.

Watching as the pair acted in unison, Nina smiled thinly. As the tiger was punched she watched as the two worked rather well in tandem to take out her paper tiger. Factoring in the follow up attempt as the two worked together to throw one another at her, as the fire pillar was coming down, or rather forward, the natural reaction would be to roll backwards and a side roll would only put the pair at her flanks. In a lightning quick reaction, the girl uses the surviving paper with a few of her cards to meet the pillar head on. Diving beneath it where she had a little room, the woman runs forward and past the two, nearly where they were. Upon finishing her tactical roll, Nina quickly pops back up, swinging hands as if to throw the cards around her like knives, using up a good potion of them as she bombards there the two would have been heading, with her smile mostly vanished, she seemed to be taking this seriously even as her clothes partly smoldered from the near miss, puffs of smoke drifting in the wind, barely visible.

Mimi was suddenly lifted up into the air by Jett but not in any way that she would have figured would have happened. Vertical was not something she was expecting to be experiencing. Being flung in the air suddenly caused her heart to race and her face showed some sudden shock and surprise as she tried to properly orient herself. By the time she had reached the apex of her jump she was quick to try and find any solution to the problem to come.

She quickly created a cocoon around her. And upon impact it shattered into a bunch of pieces. Something she hadn’t accounted for. Unfortunately, this wasn’t enough to take down the maid. She was so quick. And looking at her face, Mimi knew things were only going to get more difficult for them.

Maybe they were going at this all wrong? Mimi quickly reached out to block the cards as best she could for Jett. She knew there was something else right? She suddenly had an idea. She checked her blood sugar. That panic cocoon used up a lot of her sugar. She took a deep breath and she seemed to start to shimmer in the light as the tiniest crystals began to form around her, which she spread in almost a floating dust around, something she had used before, trying to create a thick layer of the candied dust, making it difficult to breath, and spread them towards Nina and trying her best to cover Jett’s mouth. These crystals could be dangerous if a large portion were inhaled.

At first Jet was going to continue his attack, but upon Mimi clasping a hand onto his mouth he paused. For once he let someone else take the lead as he watched the attack formulate as Mimi’s body glimmered giving a rather unique glowing sight. Prepared to play defense the dragon hero watched to see how Nina would react.

Watching the next attack, Nina takes in a deep breath, taking note of the fact the other seemed to shimmer as she grabbed the mouth of her partner. If not for that give away her plan may have worked. In her own line of work she would have risked her ally to keep her intentions secret. Sloppy, but the did have a creative idea at least, though she was not sure what that would do..

Clicking her tongue she could not stay operational for long. Suddenly with a sweep of her hand she called back the cards with her paperkenisis. Redirecting the playing cards into a storefront window, she leaps through the crack her cards quickly made, forcing the fight away from the main street and into a café, where a crowd of people seemed to be gathered and as quickly scattered from the battle outside. Eyeing them up, a brief smile dances over her face, as if in silent warning ‘hostages’. However the Maid as quickly tilts her head to the side as if to taunt and invite, fleeing past the staff and into the kitchen. She at least seemed to have some form of honor.

“It was a good attempt,” Jet hissed as he dashed after Nina towards the café. The battlefield was getting smaller, and confined this wouldn't work well for Mimi. He cursed at the assassin as the people rushed out. She was playing to a weakness for one of them, but then again it was advantageous to him. As they watched her taunt them in Jet halted Candy Mimi.

“Kill the lights, and be ready for me on the backside of the building,” he wouldn’t chance his friend getting pulled into an assassins trap, but a hunter coil playing the same game. With his hood on he chased after Nina two mist knives forming into his hands as four mini shields formed around him. He had four mist marbles left in play, but he couldn’t use them yet so he had to use some fresher mist for these constructs. However there was the bigger issue he couldn't just keep bursting out mist forever. So he would need to play small, and close from here on… he really needed to start working on longer production training. Storming fast after the maid he would catch up to her rather fast once in the kitchen as he slid over the table slashing at her with a flurry to catch her off balance, and to limit her card kinesis concentration.

Mimi had managed to spread her dust, clinging to her, Jett, and Nina. They all seemed to believe that she had failed to accomplish her goal. Mimi actually smiled. "This is hero work.". She rushed to Jett and quickly pulled him back, wiping him down.

"I got her." She picked up a tiny piece of candy dust from his clothes and held it up to his ear. It was faint at first, but there was a tiny crackling noise as the candy began releasing CO2 gas she had forced in. "Pixie Pop." She said, smiling with some amount of pride in her plan. She looked back towards where Nina went. "Nobody should breath it in." She alluded to her obvious method to prevent Jett from doing the same thing.

She worked as hard as she could to get the powder off her and Jett, at least most of it. This was the first time she had tried anything like this. But regardless, if this worked the way she hoped, there likely wasn't much time until 'detonation.' Nina was moving around a lot more than Jett and Mimi had been. All that running was causing her body to sweat and her external temperature to rise far faster than them. That means that her fuse was much much shorter. Soon the tiny crystals would dissolve just enough from the moisture to finally crack under the pressure they were under.

In only a matter of moments they would all start to pop. One would deal no real damage. But thousands all going off at once? That would sting like hell. Still once she finished up she had to prop herself up against Jett. "Low blood sugar." She took out another vial and drank its contents. She would need to work with the Support team to make it more palatable, but now was not the time. "You got this."

It was with the joint attack that Nina would change her tune a bit more. Though his attack was stopped short.. Why? Pondering it a bit she ran scenarios over in her mind, quickly and efficiently, attempting to consider all possibilities, crystals... no... they did not have the sound of glass when shattered, far softer. Softer.. Crystals.. Sugar? If it was Sugar then why the dust, one could theoretically do a fuel air bomb with Sugar just as they could with Flour… Thinking back she never had much candy, it was a special treat that was only given out by the more kind trainers or when she first started hiding bodies for The Organization, she much preferred chocolates and fruit.. Candy was tarty and sweet, sugar and pop.. “Popped?” Clearing the Door and escaping the mist knife attack she soon found herself feeling as if stung all over in mass if not cut, briefly faltering in her steps she hits the ground, and spins around to face the doorway with an emotionless look to her face. A forlorn look one would find from a battlefield, from one who has killed and likely found little joy in anything else besides her games and machinations.

Anger dripped from her voice as she called out to the pair. “I’m going to kill you kids..” With that she starts ripping paper out from any and every source, from the alleyway, the kitchen books, posters, trash, her cards, it didn’t matter, any and all as she formed a giant maelstrom of paper, shaping out into blades. Glass shattering from some of the roving impacts, the woman had clearly been damaged by that attack and now she seemed to be going full force while in a foul mood.

Jet had to admit he was extremely impressed with Candy Mimi’s tactic as its payload delivered quite some damage onto the maid assassin Nina. Problem was it clearly drained her down to the wire as he held onto her as she began to slouch against him. The dragon turned to see Nina escaping the building rather rattled, and clearly enraged as all the paper in the area started to collect into unlimited blades.

Listening to both Mimi’s words, and Nina’s threats it was clear a rather heavy predicament had fallen into Jets lap. Nina was ready to go hard into battle, and Mimi was now at the point of exhaustion. However the choice in this matter was clear as Jet pulled Mimi into a piggyback ride as he eyed Nina through his hood.

“Really? All I see is an empty threat from an empty doll who's been bested,” Jet growled back at the female villain as the remainder of his marbles floated behind him spinning wildly in a circle as mist started to come off his claws. The area had long cleared of people the need to hold back was nulled. If Nina was going to throw everything at them Jet had to do the same to protect his partner. With sharp eyes Jet took a runner's stance… was he going to? Without much time to explain a plan much like Mimi, Jettitare mad dashed toward Nine with all his marbles bursting into a massive vortex. If Nina had seen the first year school tournament she would probably recognize the attack as the more insane tornado Jet had thrown, and massively damaged Kanna with. This one however was smaller yet more defined meaning whatever its purpose would be much different then from that fight.

Mimi was suddenly piggybacked onto Jett without much warning. He was really, really strong. She thought about that to herself as he prepared his next attack. She vaguely remembered seeing something like this, but couldn’t figure it out at first. Then she remembered after the UA sports festival there were plenty of people talking about a particular fight all over the internet.

This was the same move he did back then, but it was more well refined and contained. Clearly he was far more skilled than that day. He had improved so much since then, and she could tell only from this singular attack. It made her wonder how much further she had to go in order to become a hero that great. She wondered if she’d ever reach those heights. It was a strange mixture of admiration and somber revelation.

Meeting his attack in kind, Nina has her cards burned away for the most but still has paper left over. When suddenly all hate in her voice and the empty look is gone. “Ah, silly me, I got too worked up.” Forming a paper airplane with the rest, it seemed she was ready to lead a retreat.

“It was interesting Class 1A.. We’ll meet again in the future and then and there I will throw everything I have at you.. And I will end you.. Or so I would like to say, that depends on my Masters.”

Rising into the sky on the paper craft, she looks down on them. “By all means chase me if you like, but I’ve done my job. Your little panda friend and several civilians are likely poisoned by now. I rather doubt she’s doing so well and if she did win I wonder if she’s even in any condition to move? Alas..”

Steadily rising into the sky the two students who battled her had succeeded in driving her off, but much more than that, more so if her words were true would be risky and she still had a bit of paper left judging by the craft.

As paper blades came raining down Jets vortex shielded the two, and shredded most of the paper to dust yet as Dark Miasma got close enough to strike Nina backed off. Growling he halted knowing that any chance he had to finish her safely went out the door the moment she chickened out. As she taunted her finale acid spewed words Jet growl came to a heavy breath...

“Can’t catch them all,”
he sighed watching as she flew away before turning to the park. First he needed to get Mimi somewhere safe, and then he needed to immediately get to Ayame.

Mimi climbed off his back afterwards, hopping down, and on Jett. “I’ll be fine. Thank you.” She said to him. It would only take a few minutes for the glucose to do its work. But she was concerned for Ayame. “Let’s check up with Ayame.”
 
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Mauve vs Masaru, Misoka

Collab with @Azurian Dream @EmperorsChosen

As Hozan and Dullahan’s Flame took the center path they would come out to a marshalling yard after walking for what seemed to be an hour, Misoka’s body levitating over the tracks. Suddenly and without warning she stops, her forehead creasing a bit as if she had felt something.

“Masa..no Hozan, get ready, something killed my scouts, we likely aren’t alone here.” High above them ran pillars, with emergency lighting still active it was filled with dark and light spots, much like the tunnels from before. It was highly likely they were not alone, though the only thing heard as of yet was the dripping sound of condensation and the faint blowing of wind.

As the laid out works for heightened senses were built upon the two the pitter patter of condensation continued almost like a prelude to some unseen force. The drops would start to get louder as a water pipes crack would burst distracting them in the moment of surprise a tentacle shot out from above wrapping around Hozan’s waist. Drastically pulling him up and to the left through a series of pipes bashing the hero in training rather brutally before finally yanking him through. The series of now broken water pipes spilling all over Dullahan and the claustrophobic field would lead to a humming tune... one that Dullahan herself knew all too well.

As Hozan hit the cold hard steel ground stomach side up he would quickly find himself pinned down by a light weight woman he could literally see through. Mauve Stinger one of the last villains standing from Dullahan’s generations troubles. Giving a gentle wave with one hand as she rested her other between her bent knee, and cheek she slowly pointed upward to have Dullhan noticed engorged tentacles above her holding the dark blue acids Mauve was well known for.

Sure Dullahn could survive cuts, and piercing attacks yet acid was a whole nother matter.
As the waving hand formed into a fist the woman sitting on Hozans crouch revealed a few acid gurgling tentacles around his own body. At first it seemed an easy situation would freeze her, and be done, yet the problem at hand was Mauve was very aware of this. The constantly flooding water that rained around them created three massive issues for an ice quirk. One if Masaru tried a heavy freeze it would ignite the water around to freeze as well rupting the cold steel that made the room, and dangerously set the room to collapse on not only himself, but on Dullahan as well. If he tried to particle freeze Mauve to attack she would erupt the built up acid bubbles around himself, and Dullahan. Masaru might have been a fast boyo, but he was dealing with someone who was just as fast in reaction, and had years of experience with hero’s… her reaction time was honed more then his. The last issue though more jovial than anything else was the fact that freezing her would glue her ass to his crotch…

“Well hello though their Dullahan its been awhile since we last spoke. Want to say kyoto after you crashed that plane to rush your informat into japanese police hands, or was it Nagisako during that whole kidnap kid thing,” Mauve chimed calmly smiling sickeningly at Dullahan.

“And who is today’s runt of the litter hm? I know you're an ice boy so if memory serves your hero's name should be Hoz..an,” she chuckled feminine taunting with a light butt rub from her literal bubble butt. Turning her attention back to Dullahan she grinned deviously at the current stalemate.

“Honestly a smart woman would just end it here, but old habits die hard. I am a softy for the dramatic after all. Besides I am curious what level the new generation is at with the old,” she smiled looking at Dullahan with a wild eye of an insane woman whose roll of the dice attitude was on full fire.

“Do prove fun cutie,” she winked at Masaru as to tentacles dug dirty into his stomach as he was holstered up before being kneed in the face half way up turning into a full on kick as Mauve swung him with her foot and sent him sliding back towards Dullahan as the acid holding
Q tentacles from above burst. Luckily the water would disperse a good amount of it, but the problem is it was also a double edged sword as it would be hard to tell what was water, and what was acid. The other issue was if Masaru concentrated on freezing the pipes they would have less shielding from the acid, and would leave him an easy target.

Masaru followed after Misoka. A good portion of the search was fruitless and dull, with nothing occurring and no sign of that changing until about an hour in. Dulluhan had stopped him and he glanced around to search any immediate threats. All there was, was the sound of dripping, until a crack, explosion of water, and he felt something grasp at his waist.

The next moments felt like being yanked on a bungee cord into and passed solid metal before having his back slammed into the ground and a wait pressed onto his waist. He growled a bit before looking up. It was a new one—Well, new in the sense he hadn’t fought her before. Technically, she was an old one, which meant she was far more experienced than the others he had fought. Getting the drop on her wouldn’t be that easy.

As she began to monologue, Masaru scowled a bit until—Wait. Was she?

His eyes glanced down a bit. She was. Mauve was wanted for many things, but Masaru was fairly sure sexual harassment or assault wasn’t one. Thankfully, it was quick to end. Less fortunate was the ensuing kick.

Perhaps she just wanted some fun, or perhaps she underestimated his ability to multitask. Either way, Masaru was quick to steady himself and prepare several icy blades. The blades themselves took off, targeting the pipes to freeze before erecting a wall of ice vertically from one of the walls to serve as a ceiling and protection from the acid.

“I don’t suppose it’ll be as easy as me freezing her?” Masaru asked Dulluhan. Surely, she’d have some failsafe to deal with that.


“Hmm..” Saying just those words, Misoka keeps herself calm, not saying much to the other’s antics till a little bit later on. “Mauve.. I’ll settle for taking you down, others will deal with your boss.” Not taking the bait, the mutant woman seemed intent on focusing her efforts on Masaru. Like the slime she appeared to be in Misoka’s eyes, she was yet again attempting something underhanded, though two could play that game, or at least the one of being under the other’s skin.

“Hozan, watch out for her. She’s as slimy as she looks and acts. Pure scum, acid is her specialization, don’t even bother with direct blows minus to regions containing her organs. If you start to feel burning make use of the water. Acid breaks up in water and your ice might be able to armor you.”

Glaring she couldn’t take a direct role in this fight, at least not now, as she was still focused elsewhere, bit by bit her spare scout heads were taken out and with it the need to divert her attention. Spawning in several more heads and a pair of arms, she surges them into the fray, almost as if to be kamikaze’s to the acid bubbles she could readily find, hovering in the open her blue ghostly flame illuminates the area.

“Freeze the tentacles where you can and watch for openings I make.. You’ll find I’m not so easy to take out Mauve..”

“Awww look at that being such a good mentor letting your pupil take the brunt of the work,”

Mauve taunted back knowing full well Dullahan couldn't attack her directly without risking serious damage. She smiled even more so at the woman's insult as if taking them as compliments of true noble birth. On cue Masaru’s attempts to block the water quickly backfired as the rusted pipes could hold the pressure, and started to systematically burst sending out metal shrapnel, and pressurized water that would hit like a jackhammer. As Masarus ice would be broken, and cracked, Mauve Stinger took the lead literally skating towards the two as Dullahans extra appendages were wiped out by the remaining acid. Among the chaos as the room fell apart Hozan would quickly find his head grabbed… by thighs… as he was face planted into Mauve crotch who in mid air spun twisting Masaru mid air. Splashing into one of his freshly made water geysers Mauve turned her attention to Dullahan with a ballerina pose as tentacles shot after the woman attempted to grab her. Eyeing the pro hero calmly she smiled as she turned to Hozan’s direction.

“Oh is the actual fight starting,” she smiled.

“Armor…” Masaru muttered to himself.

He didn’t typically have to worry about frost covering his body anymore ever since the mountain trip. However, there wasn’t anything to say he couldn’t purposefully cover himself in it for protection.

As the pipes burst, Masaru built off the wall, surrounding the two in a dome for a moment and with a wave from his hands, exploded the dome outward in the form of their own shrapnel attack. This warded off the initial assault from the environment, however Mauve was quick to strike. Masaru hardly saw her before he felt something soft grasp his head and throw him away.

Masaru tumbled on the ground for a bit, growling as he pushed himself up. He exhaled, his breath becoming visible as his body began to freeze over. Taking Dulluhan’s advice, ice built around various areas on Masaru’s body to act as armor. These were mainly more susceptible areas and not connected to maintain the mobility he possessed, namely around the forearms, biceps, shoulders, chest, back, thighs and shins.

“Damn perverted jellyfish… Can I have a single normal fight?” Masaru remarked with a scowl, a blade forming in his hands and several forming around him.

With a stomp of his foot, a wave of frost travelled to cover the ground between them with Masaru skating towards her. The blades in the air rotated around him, prepared to strike at her body or any tentacles that lashed out. As he grew closer however, a pillar spawned from behind the woman to slam into her back, aiming to push her forward and unprepared to defend against a series of slashes.

Watching the display of attacks, Misoka seems unconcerned about the initial attack, spawning more limbs as she focuses on a mutual shielding line formation.

“Hozan Keep up your defenses, I’ll do what I can, be ready for my ques.”

Typically she would outmaneuver the deranged criminal, but in the confines of this place it was easier said than done, using two of her spare heads, she starts to batter a few of the pipes as the sources in the walls and ceiling.

“Keep her busy. We’ll try a repeat of what you did before, but with a key difference, I’ll aid you in keeping her back!”

Misoka uses the rest of her heads in a direct line to swarm Mauve, the plan should be rather obvious, but being obvious was not the same as being preventable.

The pillar had definitely done its job catching Mauve of guard so much so that Mauve Stinger used her leg to defend against Masarus flying sounds rather easily dicing her leg into ribbons a blue slime leaked everywhere onto Masaru’s face with the blinded distraction Mauve stretched out her leg as it reformed straight into Hozan’s face caving it backwards directing his main sword to nick Mauves right shoulder as she tilted backwards using the pillar to roll away.

As the Dullahan heads charged forward Mauve turned from a grin to a full on smile as the pro hero finally got involved. With a mad dash, and flurry of tentacles Mauve diced her way to Misoka landing a kick to the woman's head before she could split and escape. Grabbing the woman's hair, Mauve slammed Dullahans head into the floor.

Even blinded, it seemed the spare blades managed to keep the woman from countering too much. A kick to the face was debilitating, but it wasn’t the end. All he had to do was stay in the fight.

Masaru quickly wiped his face of the debris with a scowl, having slid backwards as a result of the kick. Once his vision was clear, he skated forward again, cutting the pillar in half and sending it toward Mauve once he saw her attacking Misoka. The swords around him leveled and flew forward, curving around to strike her from different directions as Masaru advanced blade aimed for her center. If the blades made contact, they would frost and slow the hit areas, but all Hozan was aiming for was keeping her unable to defend against him personally.

With the sudden impact to her head, the form of Misoka remains hovering in the air, even as a follow up knee hit her gut, the acid flowing down her uniform, it seemed to partially be rubberized and able to endure, though the movement did hurt her a bit. The fallen head hits the ground and rather than bleeding as it would normally be seen, or hoped to see by one in here, the head smiles cryptically, bursting into flame as another head bobs around behind the body.

“Did you think it would be that easy? Masaru! Hit her!” She says as her body briefly flinches before recovering, a couple of the heads from before making to intercept her so she is kept in place for Masaru’s hit. “Mauve, you’ve made a lot of people suffer..”

“That I have, and oh what fun it will be to continue such dastardly activities,” Mauve chuckled at the fake out of her clever avesary. Within seconds Masaru was onto her again, swinging this time with freezing force. With a gleeful laugh of madness Mauves tentacles countered Misokas heads. Yet two tentacles in particular swiftly made it past the barrage capturing Dullahans body before flinging it right into Masarus' thrown cutted pillar attack. With the pro distracted by glacial impact she derangly smiled at Masarus serious charge.

“And why shouldn’t I hm,” Mauve sang, sacrificing her tentacles to clog and break Masarus' flying swords with no tentacles to counter Hozan’s final attack. In a moment of chaos Mauve threw her left hand forward as his sword dug straight in allowing Masaru to see her pleasured look of pain as her arm quickly froze solid. The “block” had given enough time for one tentacle to grow out, slicing off her own armat the socket as Mauve jumped back before bombarding Masarus' whole body with tentacle strikes.

“I was one giant experiment to the world. Cut, burned, elecerticute, crushed, and torn apart to further study regeneration for the “good” of society. With no chance of a normal life, no chance to bond to that so-called great deed to humanity. Why shouldn't I enjoy making the world suffer like I in chaotic pain,” Mauve laughed again, her madness seeping through creating a distorted aura that only a true serial killer could towards Hozan, and Dullahan. With her tentacles pulling back into her body her hand regenerated as she tested out the fingers smiling right at the two with devilish intent.

“The world is never peaceful, or rewarding without its chaotic war so fight me all you want it just greases the gears of progress.”

The ice from Masaru’s blade travelled across her arm, freezing it before the appendage was cut off. Before the woman put distance between them, Masaru could make out a degenerate expression on her face, causing him to scowl further.

The world. Do you honestly believe everyone would be okay with that?!” Masaru refuted her claims.

The tentacles shot out and struck into him, the acid singeing some of the icy armor before a wall erupted from the ground to cut them off. Afterwards, it slammed towards her as several other walls formed from the ground around her. The moving wall would press into the other three to create a roofless “room” around the villain. Above would be an arsenal of blades forming, ready to fly down in an aerial barrage.

“If I had a say, I would have beat the hell out of anyone doing that! But that doesn’t mean you get to take it out on anyone you damn well please!” Masaru proclaimed.

“Oh you give the human race some benefit. Tell me how many other creatures do we coincide with that are but through ruthless torture for the benefits of man,” Mauve chuckled as she was trapped inside Hozan’s little cage.

“How many do you think find themselves in a cage like this to someone else’s thoughts on right or wrong,” she laid lazily against one fo the sides looking at Hozan. She smiled as the blades formed above.

“You can't stop this nature. People like me are created all the time. Ask your teacher Grudge about it sometime, or maybe Medusa. How is my favorite little experiment doing by the way,” she maliciously smirked at Dullahan.

“And don't go spouting we can be better, we are what we are. People are fixated on one way, and even if you do “change” them there will always be those clashes with the new “you”. Forcing someone to be what they aren't seems more cruel if you ask me,” Mauve chuckled as her tentacle started to touch the walls casually.

“You can’t save your ideal if you're not ready to spill some blood. I want the world to see that it is a bloody mess for progress. Peace? HAH, that's the biggest lie of all. Heroes and villains are just the name of the game this generation it will shift as it always does with bigger, and badder tools. Wonder what the next transition will be,” she lulled as she looked back at Dullahan again.

“Oh by the way Vigilante should have had a very nice take with your little panda by now, and I wonder how your friends are doing with the fun setup we have in store for you. Though the biggest award goes to you for bringing the important piece mister 1,” she smiled darkly, it was clear this little assault of theirs was all part of their own game to bring Kazuo aka Nova Master to a shuttered operation. That moment of realization would be enough to give Mauve an opening as with all her might her tentacles shattered the walls as her body transformed into a massive glob that went straight for Hozan slamming into him at a high speed to slam him drastically into the already unbalanced room. The impact started to cave in what was left of the room's stability shaking it violently as Mauve reformed and kicked off Masaru her tentacles stretching, and latching onto what little forms of structure were holding the room together. Staring at Hozan she laughed maniacally in excitement.

“Welcome to the real game icy boy it only gets worse from here,” she chillingly sang as she ripped apart the structure bringing it down on everyone herself, included.

Watching the ongoing battle as she regained her bearings and gathered information, Misoka was not very happy with this situation though she did not show it. Not rising up to the bait the woman offered in regards to her daughter, the other looks on.

“Mauve, you are no experiment. You are a mistake. A blight upon those who live and had little to do with your troubles. It’s not justice you seek, it’s revenge.” Looking towards Masaru, she points to the pipes that were still standing for now as the other goes to work on them.

“Break them and fall back, we can contain the damage, free the water that gushes out once it pulls near the opening, we’ll make a barrier.. Or rather you will. After that we’ll take the sub tunnels to link up with the rest.” Issuing her orders, Misoka looks at the other, narrowing her eyes as she spoke;

“Things change and always will.”

“I’m not saying you can be better, I’m saying you’re pushing off some of the responsibility for what you are,” Masaru retorted coldly.

He had hoped to contain the woman and barrage her, but even breaking his cage and slugging him across the field, Masaru’s arsenal hadn’t been used or destroyed. Furthermore, from all his losing he had learned to take a few hits. Scuffed up and ice armor cracked, he rolled onto his feet as before.

Doing as Misoka instructed, Masaru sent the arsenal of blades to strike at the support points of the area, as well as the pipes. Once the pillars were broken and the water poured from burst pipes, Masaru froze it with a wave of his hand, creating a shield out of it and a few walls behind it to reinforce just as the opening began to collapse in on itself.

He huffed a bit at that. It was rather unsurprising that they had been prepared for this, but that didn’t make it any less urgent to reach the others.

“If we ride the ice, we can get there faster. Come on!”

Nodding in response as she rejoined her default head to her body it seemed the situation was all in hand from her outwards appearance but much was on the woman's mind. "Come on. We need to join up with the rest.. I may separate from you once I know where we are. I have questions I need answers for.."

With a final glare at the other as the room collapses, Misoka hoped this would be the last time she seen Mauve, but she knew better.
 
Shunsuke's Explosive Meeting
Collab with @RedArmyShogun

As Shunsuke travels along the leftmost path with Aurora and Kanna, he is suddenly forced to the side as a train car cuts him off, splitting him away from the two temporarily. Before he could do much more, another figure seemed to be moving just down the tunnel towards him.

Shunsuke quickly turned, attempting to search the immediate area around him. He was cut off from Aurora and Kanna. Whoever or whatever had done this… No, he knew who. The villains. That meant they had to be watching the group, right? “Cameras maybe?” he mumbled to himself. No. Maybe? Shun grit his teeth, his eyes finally settling on a figure that seemed to be coming toward him.

In most cases, Shun would have loved to try and test the waters. Gauging his opponent’s skill with as minimal use of his quirk as possible had always been his way as a martial artist. He didn’t like to use more power than was necessary. But after a few run-ins with these villains he knew better. Immediately, his flesh began to harden as he peered down the tunnel.

“I’m gonna go out on a limb here and say you aren’t some lost civilian wandering about down here,” he said, his voice carrying out into the tunnel as he began to walk forward, more than a little on guard. “So, it looks like you lot had us pegged pretty early on.” He didn’t know who it was or what they could do just yet. He had to play this a little more carefully.

Walking from the shadows a woman with nine fox tails, pointy ears and blonde hair emerges from the shadows. One of those who had fought 1A before and was part of the prison escape. With a large robe like coat and numerous belts, her hands seem interlocked behind the sleeves, smiling widely she gazes upon the other in silent reflection for a few seconds before finally speaking.

“We do have ways of knowing who comes into our home, though I must admit I am very disappointed that those boys from before aren’t here to have my revenge upon. I’ve been itching to step on one of them of note.. I suppose you’ll do..”

Separating the belts with what looked to be force, her smile takes a more sinister turn as a blue flame forms in her hands. “Haha!” Shooting the first ball of fire at him, she seemed to be probing more than committing fully.

"Heh, I guess you would, now wouldn't you." In truth, it had been silly to go in thinking they wouldn't have some sort of surveillance system. Wouldn't that have been the first thing to look out for? Dammit. This was worse than he thought. "Although, I guess I should apologize for my intrusion. The place may be ratty, but it is your home after all." Shunsuke braced himself swiping his hand at the blue ball of flames. Blue flames. Not all that different from Ichirous.

"Heh, or maybe I should apologize for not being the boy you wanna step on," he laughed a little as he got into a battle stance. So, she wanted to see what he had huh? "Or maybe just for not being into that sort of play," he said as he threw his right fist forward, sending a sizable bullet of wind heading for the fox woman. Had he been hanging out with Cupie too much? Hmmm... Given the newer, or simply better, use of innuendo... maybe that was the case. "Even if I were, I don't think my girlfriend would approve of my choice of partner," he added as he pulled his right fist back, punching simultaneously with the left to send another blast of air.

“Heh. your girlfriend will have more than that to not approve of once I’m done with you. As I recall from an old movie, let’s see how you like a little fire scarecrow. Everything burns!”

With that she spammed a multitude of fire balls, swinging them with each hand as she seemed to close the distance partially. “Do well enough and maybe I’ll tell you when and where we seen, but I don’t plan to let you go a step further.”

Shun titled his head for a moment, confused. What did she mean more to disapprove of? He narrowed his eyes though. That didn't matter much. His air bullets hadn't amounted to anything in the wake of a torrent of fire balls. "Heh, damn... Guess this'll be tougher than I thought," he said as he began to punch at the air, sending pockets of air flying at the fire ball, most dispersing on contact.

The problem was Shunsuke couldn't keep that up. "Guess I'll have to make sure to derail your plans and remind you that the wicked witch lost in the end." He smirked, beginning to charge forward. This was more his style anyway. It was gonna take more than a few fire balls to keep him away. He dodged and weaved through, slowly closing the gap, or at least attempting to. "Just don't be two mad when I take you down Firefox."

Watching his attacks, he seemed to have some limited means to intercept her fireballs, that would not be enough ultimately.. With a sudden deftness, if he wished to close in she would test her claws against him, putting that thought into motion she swings out with both a tendril of fire and a clawed hand.

“We’ll see who goes down, boy..”

Just when he'd gotten close, she launched a different kind of attack. "Shit!" Shun said putting his arm up to intercept the claw. His hardened form would prove a much more durable force than she'd likely anticipated. This was one of the perks to not participating in the Sports festival. His abilities hadn't been televised. Only three villains in fact had seen him in action.

Shunsuke chuckled. "I hope you aren't planning on making this too easy," he said as he launched a powerful punch aimed at her chest. If he could air her out, this would go a lot smoother for him.

Upon the Impact, he does partly get what he wished for, but the one didn’t seem content with staying down quick enough for him to follow up, throwing a large ball of fire to distract or disarm him, she rushes to a train car behind the one she was in, kicking in the door separating the cars she’s quick to enter it as turns to await him, backing up to enter yet another, as if to lead him on a chase.

Shunsuke's eyes widened for a moment as she put space between them. Seemed that punch hadn't been enough. He attempted to follow her, but soon his vision was obstructed. He crossed his arms to defend, the heat and impact sent him sliding back. "Gah... fuck..."

Steam seemed to be rising off his body. "Ahaha... hot..." He groaned as he tried to shake it off. He turned to try and find her. She wanted him to chase her huh? "Are you running now? I thought you had bigger plans for me than that?" he asked as he noted movement in the train car. He began to walk towards it, the ground singeing beneath his feet. That was a lot of fire. If he'd touched her not, she'd certainly get a taste of her own medicine as he seemed to have adapted, metamorphosed into a more heat based form.

Grunting a bit, she didn’t care to admit to the fact that the punch of his had hurt a lot. At this point she rather doubted they would be able to continue staying down here, as much as she wanted to beat him she could not do as much so easily. For now stopping him here would be good enough, then making sure the rest were ready to leave, her marriage to Akio had not given her very much but he was her treasure, for a twisted sadist she did have some chinks in her villainous armor.

Letting out a steady stream of fire as she retreated, the train was quick to catch aflame, it would be very difficult to enter and could even explode, the gap between the two would be very difficult to bridge.

Shun exhaled a small sigh. So his attempt at getting her to come back and fight hadn't worked for much. He wasn't sure what she was planning but... Wait... Shit... No! He grit his teeth as flames began to envelop the train. She was either trying to run or really didn't want to be caught. It wasn't just a game of cat and mouse.

"Goddammit..." he grumbled under his breath as he ran into the train. The blaze was already plenty intense. Where was she? "Are you crazy? You could die!" he questioned the fox woman. Even if she'd escaped to another car, there was no guarantee the flames wouldn't spread to follow her, or that a resulting explosion wouldn't also spread to affect her either. Did all the villains have a death wish or something?

“If you have the time to worry about another, you should worry about yourself.” She says from beyond the fire, burning more of the train as she went. With it spreading the batteries began to spark as she hops down from the final car, running for a maintenance doorway it would not be long likely till it blew up.

Shunsuke grit his teeth. "A hero's job is to worry about others!" he called back to the fox woman. The flames were obstructing his vision and the train was quickly becoming a death trap.

Dammit, he couldn't be so useless as to immediately lose a villain after meeting her could he? A single punch was all he'd landed and she ran! He couldn't help but feel angry and annoyed. Still, how many ways could she have gone? If he kept her talking, he could follow her... right? He had to. He couldn't not go after her! If he didn't, how could he face his allies after?!

Shun was determined to keep going, to find the fox and put her flames out. But he wouldn't have the chance. At least not during this operation. As he walked through the second of the three train cars, Shunsuke felt the floor begin to rumble. He looked down for a moment, before looking back up and hearing the boom of the initial explosion.

"Fuck!" He turned immediately, beginning to run back toward the first car in order to escape the incoming blast. Maybe he could get out before...

Another blast went off just as his foot hit the ground of the first car sending him flying into the back door of the conductor's room. "Dammit... Cupie's gonna kill me if I let myself die here..." Shun groaned as he forced himself to his feet. The worst part? He'd done this to himself essentially. He should never have given her time to set the train on fire. He should never have rushed in after the fact. But wasn't that the role of a hero? Maybe he'd been watching too many movies, but it wouldn't have sit right with him if he'd just let the woman potentiall kill herself.

He touched his head. Ugh... The blast had rattled him more than he'd expected. Dazed and confused for a moment, he reached out to feel for a seat to steady himself, his eyes scanning for the entrance he'd used before to enter the car. Everything was shaky, his vision blurred by smoke and flames, and his lungs felt like they were on fire. It was so damn hot to. His ears were ringing. God, he hated that.

Shunsuke had been stupid, careless even. Just because he could take a hit like that, didn't mean he should. Everything felt like it was going in slow motion as the train car he'd initially run into to chase the villain blew. Shunsuke went flying out, skipping across the ground of the tunnel like a tossed stone until he hit the wall. Everything hurt. "C-come on-" He could barely see straight. "Get up... This can't be enough to keep you down..." He grunted and groaned trying to push himself up, but collapsed right back down. "Please..." Unable to maintain his hardened form, Shun's body reverted back to it's normal state as everything finally went black.
 
Collab: @RedArmyShogun

Commander Pandamonium Vs Vigilante

“Of course you wouldn't recognize me, you were a lot younger when I came to meet your mother’s path,” Calvert spoke in a briefcase in one hand while the other adjusted his tie before he returned his attention to the gun touting red panda. A dusty chuckle left the man's lips as he found humor in the difference of fighting gear between child, and parent.

“Such a polite one you are,” he notioned in compliment to her earlier reaction before her stiffness came in. Part of him almost felt bad for what he was about to do, but the other deemed it necessary. Even if his mission had potential to bloom in this new generation the bad taste from the past was hard to wash away. That, and to move forward properly he needed to incite a little incentive into Dullahan Flames eyes.

“I am Calvert Tanaka. We have never met face to face, but I met your parents quite a few times more than I can count in fact. Dullahan was such a possessed woman when it came to my invitations to test the will of heroes,” at this point whether or not she could place him it didn't matter I was clear what he was from his words alone. It would be here that Jets reports, and warnings would flood into Ayames ear piece. So much was it humorous to note her reception of the message Calvert’s hand notioned to her.

“By all means do answer though you might not get a response,” Calvert offered clearly in no rush himself.

“Umm..” Studying him for a bit, Ayame knew he would likely be a problem soon, as she listens to her ear piece. The girl was a bit timid and scared of the much larger man before her, but just like her own quirk base, she was also brave. Not backing down she speaks into the comm before removing it.

“You two win and then come for me, m-maybe I’ll win first, but for now you can’t afford to be distracted.” Turning her attention back to the other, she wasn’t going to attack him first, that just didn’t seem right, though her hands were on her submachine gun at the ready as her eyes scan the surroundings she should be able to reach, for now she had to focus on keeping the civilians out of this as much as possible.

“So a second generation hero must have been an interesting discussion,” Calvert spoke, keeping his movements to a bare minimum giving Ayame no sway in when he would attack, or if he would.

“Did your mother ever tell you about her failures? The cold reality of understanding you won't always save everyone,” he asked as his skin started to turn from a pale ting to a dark demonic purple. His now pure black eyes stared at her as he showed her the suitcase placing it next to himself.

“Tell me out of the fifteen people here in this park… how many do you think you can save,” removing his gloves a nauseating orange gas like substance started to come off his skin. With a thin grin at the girl he waved his arm releasing a wave of the gas that shot towards seven of those people he immediately began to panic in fear of the unexpected attack. They were too slow, immediately getting covered as they dropped to the ground hacking, and coughing profusely. With a light kick the man opened up the case he had placed down ahead of him revealing a series of syringes filled with an unknown substance.

“This is an antidote. If you are fast enough to take it from me you could save those seven unfortunate souls by administering it,” he opened his hands in offering to her as he watched her.

“So what will you do?”

Looking at the man with a hint of defiance, she was still afraid but she did not run, she could not run, not as it was too scary but because as her mother would have thought;

“It’s not about saving everyone! It’s about saving as many as you can! If you do nothing you’ve just aided in it! Even if it’s one, even if it’s no one you still have to try! I’m not super strong, I can’t make ice, sink in shadows, I can’t take too many hits! But I won’t know who I can save if I never try! I may be weak but the weak have power as well! I may fail but you’ll have to break me first! I’ll save them no matter what!”

In the words of Gregori, the heart of a lion beats inside of the hide of a mouse. Lowering her body height to seem even smaller, Ayame quickly rushes in swinging a stun baton from her left hand, keeping her right holding onto the P90 to signal her acceptance of his request.

Calverts villainous form smiled slightly at the heroic response as the smaller girl rushed him swinging in it had been that rare response that told people that hero’s weren't as dead an idea yet. What he hadn’t expected was the stun baton she used as she hit him cleanly upon his right forearm releasing a good dose of electricity. However as the girl pushed into her attack his hand would twist grabbing her attacking wrist twisting it as he threw her away. With his none electrocuted arm he blasted a funneling fog straight at her, this time a nasty crimson red. Closing the case with his foot he picked it up watching her as he casually started to walk towards the big tree.

“Then break you I shall try,” he responded as upon her sight he unleashed a furious cloud of smoke towards her from his mouth this time a dark yellow.

Knowing enough to avoid anything that was dark red, Ayame rolled away, using her small size to duck under the fog, then to leap over it. Her tail briefly touched part of it and she could sense a faint numbness, but given the sheer size of it a little bit being hit did not prove detrimental. It was then he sent out the yellow gas, letting her left hand briefly touch it, she felt a ripple of sensations in it, which was painful, leaving her P90 slinged, Ayame moved to grab her baton, shocking her hand to numb it. Any other colors were likely his lethal poison and had to be avoided. With that in mind, she throws the baton at the man, then grabs the P90 into the ready position. “AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!” She screams out, aiming it towards him, with it’s rubber rounds she wasn’t worried about hurting the case, though a part of her wished it was real bullets.. Shifting aim from his center of mass she aims at his hand and the carrying handle, in an attempt to separate him from it, as the P90 cycled through it’s magazine, she was already starting to lower it with a hand on a smoke grenade, though she would have to wait to use it.

“Intriguing mixture you got there,” Calvert called out as Ayame electrocuted herself to negate his gases' effect. She was clearly a smart one, and fast yet something bothered him. Her motives were much like her mothers, and her words much like that old bear morphing hero he had escaped once during his military days. Yet her battle style was strangely concerning who she was styled after. Shrugging it off for now he watched her come in again aggressively with the baton throw that he blocked with the suitcase before retreating behind the tree as Ayame aimed to bombard him with rubber bullet fury.

“Interesting. A fellow gunner I see,” Calvert warned as he pulled out a type 26 revolver firing a single shot aiming to hit her gun as he sent out a wave of black fog, this one not moving as it stood more in place around the tree. If Ayame would brave nearing she would see the case resting on the tree trunk surrounded by the gas with Calvert out of sight.

She really, really, really wished she had those live rounds now. This was crazy and what was it all even for, just some test? He would kill so many for something so small? With her gun shot, Ayame checks it to see if it still could be utilized… she would need to wait till she could use both hands again. Grunting at that she notices black smoke, just how many different ones did he have? She couldn’t keep testing them all. Throwing her smoke grenade into the pile, when it suddenly exploded into a ball of fire. It was through the smoke she noticed the case, rushing in to grab it, it seemed mostly intact.

However upon opening it she would find it empty, and followed by a bullet into the tree above her. The direction would lead her to seeing Calvert waving the syringes in her face as he started to back away into a dark alley. He was going to force her into tight quarters. If she came charging in she would be met with the but end of his gun aiming to strike her in the face to disorient her as he followed up with a kick to sprawl her out. This would all come to a bigger problem as he brought his hand down ready to converge her with blue gas.

Rather than going in low and meeting him, Ayame decides to make use of her quirk to its fullest, as not one, nor two, but four versions of Ayame scaled the walls of the highrise lurking up from above where the gas would have difficulty in reaching her, with speed and what mobility could be mustered out of currently one clawed hand and her feet, the bushy tailed fighter probes right into the fray borrowing both sides of the alleyway with a wide spread between them.

“Not bad, but what will you do if i do this,” the strange words were followed by a god awful shattering sound as Calvert broke one of the syringes at the sudden tension it was followed by a gun shot taking out one of the fake Ayames.

“About right,” he chuckled as he threw the other six off into a doorway firing at another Ayame as he entered the room of a hotel check in area.

Rushing forward one of the trio left raced ahead of the rest aiming to get into the doorway first taking a rather wide lead of the other two while the others continued the side advance.

Knowing she would follow he released a few volleys as he turned a sharp right heading up the stairs releasing another black gas as he ran up. As he made it two the second floor he shot the gas setting the stairs extremely on fire.

Pausing at that, what was he expecting for her to follow? All she had on was a jump suit and her hat. Fire would just burn her to death in such an enclosed location. With the first copy being a clone she was just going to surprise and ambush him but his reaction ended up being extreme. There was little else to do. Staying where she was he would have to come out sooner or later, or burn up in the building. She wasn’t about to try saving him if that was his attempt.

“Ayame pull back, it's a farce. Your fighting Vigilant he’s well known for his mind games,” Chimera would call on comm as the fires burned it was clear there was no way to continue this fight without risking serious harm, and with no given measure of why there was no doubt Calvert had escaped.
 
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Aurora & Kanna Vs Fenri & Chuya

Taking the leftmost path, ending up in a rail junction, the trio arrive in a loading yard, when suddenly Shunsuke was split from the other two by a runaway train car. As the two girls recovered their positions, up ahead seemed to be two figures, including the wolf girl and one unknown figure. Either way it was clear they did not find the base. But they had found the enemy, exchanging a glance with Aurora, Kanna waited to see what was to happen next.


“Haaaa…” the wolf girl sighs, eyes opening to see the heroes. Her face was downcast. Her mood was irritable.. and somewhat sad. She rubbed her purple hair. What the fuck was this? “Nii..” she whined. “Where’s Kuro? Why am I here?!..” she grumbled.

Infenri was not pleased with her current station. She wanted to be with Kuro! She wanted to be on a mission with him! Not here alone…! Her heart wasn’t in it. She glanced sideways at her partner. “Should I attack them?” she asked. “I want to get this over with as quick as possible… arf.” So she could return to Kuro.

The pale girl next to her said nothing, her face blank and void of emotions. She eyed the irritable wolf girl as she seemed to be struggling with keeping herself under control. Chuya wished the girl had better self restraint but, well, there wasn’t much that could be done, was there?

“Your brother is fine.” She assured, then added. “But the enemy is right there. The faster they are incapacitated, the faster you will see your brother.”

Chuya was certain this would send Fenri into an excited little frenzy. Hopefully she would be strong enough to take at least one of the girls down. Chuya could take down the other.

“Heh..? I wasn’t asking you! Ark! How do you know, anyway!” Fenri argued. Then she growled in irritation, glancing over at the ‘enemy’. “Fine fine.. Grrrhrr!”

“I’ll handle this~ then make it back to my nii-chan~”
Fenri promised, leaning down and placing her hands on the ground. Her claws came out and dug in. She breathed out, a frosty white breath escaping her maw. Suddenly the ground began to freeze over. This frigidity quickly spread out down towards the two girls before them. Turning the entire area chilly and icy. “There!” Fenri said, standing up, clapping her hands.


“Well then I’ll go first,” Aurora calmly spoke taking a step forward as she placed her hammers head upon the ground watching as the ice attack charged at them with some of her hair strands around the handle she wait until the attack was close enough until near impact as she flooded her weapon with electricity creating a jolt of energy that halted the ice from reaching them and tore into the ice ahead of them from a clean sleet into a jagid field. Lifting her hammer with a professional spin she let it rest a little on her shoulder as she eyed the wolf.

“That must be Ichi’s sister… Akanes daughter,” though Aurora rarely met Auntie Akane she knew her as a good woman, and a strongly reliable hero. To see her daughter like this would surely toss her in the grave. With her sparking in warning to the enemy she spoke to Kanna.

“Well then shall we respond in kind,” Aurora smiled knowing Kanna would get the idea pretty quick. An ice wolf, and unknown this would be a rough fight it seemed.

“I would rather we split to one on one but it might be better if we work together. Of course we would get the ice one however.”


With the late fall and early winter upon them, Kanna was already in a bit of a thicker garb than what she would normally wear, she however didn’t much like the cold, still, Aurora seemed to have stopped it in it’s trace as the miko’s aura begins to leak out.

“Your father is looking for you, so why not make it easy and surrender?”

She says with a polite bow. Considering her next course of action, responding in kind wasn’t something she could exactly do in this situation, so she would have to do what she could, leaping off of one leg quickly, she aims for a punch into the ground between the two to unbalanced them, leaving room for Aurora to follow up.



Fenri watched as her ice was stopped by electricity breaking it apart. “AH! GRHHR!” she growled in frustration, clenching her fists. She hadn’t expected her ice to be stopped that easily! Then one of the girls spoke to her, causing her ears to flick irritably. “HUH!? Father?! Ah~haha! Surrender!? Yeahhh right! Grrhrr~arffh! All I care about is nii-chan! And father will fall to him! AH!”

The woman’s punch to the ground sent out a shockwave that caused Fenri to stagger to the side off-balanced. Catching herself and regaining her balance, she growled once again. The slender female’s body began to gain mass.


Chuya hopped out of the way of the electricity, watching the two women carefully. In pursuit to follow up Aurora appeared above Kanna mid air coming down hard in front of her hammering down the ground, and sending debris at both opponents.


“I know you want to let loose, but remember we need to take them out together. Splitting up is fine, but make sure we can see each other,” she whispered to her partner allowing the miko some freedom to go all out. Swinging her hammer she pointed it towards the wolf who was starting to transform.

“Just like Auntie Akane,” she hissed a part of her furious at his whole affair as Infenri lashed out at the thought of her father. Twas the last bit that bothered her though Kazou’s son would end him? Seemed they were definitely expected. Normally she would say they needed to retreat, but the Dullahan head should have reported it already.

“I see so you allow delusion to hold you. Tell me if you would who raised you,” Iron Volt questioned as she waited to see what would happen or if either would attack.

As if to be reading the thoughts of Aurora, the head looked at the pair and spoke. “Engaged.” Before vanishing, the question was when and where they were detected or how.. But that would be a question for later.


“If you wish to act like a wild animal, than I shall treat you like one!” Kanna says, pointing at the other as she bashes her gauntlets together, pointing at the wolf, while eying the other, the Miko closes in once more, following the attack from her partner as she goes for a hard clothesline to the pair, maybe they would split, maybe they would be hit, at the very least she might get to see what they do, though the other seemed to be turning into a beast, little better than the vermin that would pray upon the villagers..

‘Yes.. Vermin.. Why do you try so hard to hide the guidance of the Kami.. We are not Christians.. If she will not go peacefully then how far will you let her run? How much will she take and rob?’

The inner voice spoke out, as Kanna skin started to darken, with her left hand she goes for her Keaton mask, putting it on as she goes for her clothesline, one could almost have seen a devilish grin that in itself did not look so human.



“Wha???! Huh!??.. What does it matter~ Ark!? We’re not here to talk! We’re here to fight! Or rather defeat you hero-types!” Fenri replied loudly. Only to lowly growl. “Mauve.”

Fenri’s eyes flicked over to the bigger girl rushing at her with her arm extended. “Grhhrhr!” she growled, leaping back just before she took the attack to the face. “Awwooo~oo~ooo~!”

As she landed on her feet, she bent back and released an eerie howl that would since shivers down the spine. It sounded inhuman, almost ghostly. And moments later, crawling up out of the ground were three wolves. They pulled themselves up and glared their bright blue eyes at their target. The wolves were specters, blue wisps of fur and claws and teeth. All three growled and Fenri pointed at Kanna.

“Get her!” she ordered. All three barked and followed the order, running at Kanna, their jaws snapping dangerously. Though they ‘ran’, it looked like they were gliding across the ground towards her, and their paws didn’t make any sound on the ground.



To avoid being clotheslined, Chuya ducked out of the way of the mammoth that was dressed like a shrine maiden, gracefully regaining her footing though now she was separated from her companion.


Fenri seemed to have the miko woman busy with her wolves and the ice, and the electric one’s help would surely pin her comrade down if it was a two on one battle. Chuya quickly thought of a plan to work around this, then summoned her veins for the attack.

Using the broken ice and rocks as coverage, Chuya’s veins would head in both Kanna’s and Aurora’s directions, the ends molded into sharp blades and syringes to try and cut and or stab the heroes. Each end was strong enough to penetrate metals and steel, with different blood types ready for poisoning if one syringe were to hit.


In response Aurora’s own hair lighted up as it clashed in force with meeting Chuyas vein. There was no doubt quickly that the villain's attack was more than met the eye as with every few Iron Volt blocked, and sliced a few of her own hair strands fell to the ground as well. Hissing at the unexpecting counterace Aurora pulled her hair back before firing off a few strands to slice the tips of Chuya’s veins as Hardwire had trained her to. With hammer at the ready Aurora suddenly felt… odd especially in her left thigh…. Shit. Somewhere along the line one of Chuya’s needle points had gotten through, and found itself pierced into her metal skin injecting her with whatever was in it. The fact that she could feel it so soon was dangerously bad however she couldn't distract Kanna for help.

“...,” Knowing now her fight was a strength of will and time Aurora stood silent knowing she needed to preserve all her strength to fight. With a forward step Aurora hair shot her at Chuya as she swung her hammer, and sent to braids charged with electricity to pincer the bitch if she tried to back away.


As Kanna received the attack from the wolves she grabbed one of them, kicked the other and let the third bite into her arm. Turning with the one on her arm, she intercepts a few of the needles with its body as a couple more impact her, but the predicted result was not the observed one. If anything she seemed only to make the girl that much worse as the cells entered her own, meeting the brunt force of her quirk’s regenerative factor as blood poisoning would be lethal.

Her aura started to bleed out more as her skin tone seemed to darken a bit then dulled, through the thin visor of the mask her eyes seemed to glow red a black sclera surrounding them as her aura seemed to fill the very air, blood draining along her white sleeves turning them red..though that did not seem to be the case. It was more like her body had been jump started or was reacting violently to the poisoning attempt, burning away the offending presence with a near demonic aura, one could only guess what face lay beneath the mask.

Even her hair seemed to move with it. “Hahahahaha…” With that the one wolf that was kicked is sent back to its master as Kanna uses her free hand to squeeze the head of the other in a vice like grip. As it currently stood she did not seem very “heroic” nor did she show any sign of caring about that fact even if the wolf were made out of steel it was unlikely to survive this encounter.

‘Good, let’s put one of them through a wall if we get the chance, do not let the weakness of others hold you back, relish in the glory before you..’

‘...'
“Yes.”



Chuya’s veins were cut by Aurora’s hair, giving the blonde a very small window of time as each vein took about 5 seconds to grow back. The poison had successfully been administered into the bloods of both parties, each one being a mix of various blood types that Chuya had grabbed from unsuspecting civilians. There was still time for each of them to survive, but in a battle of attrition, they would surely succumb to the poisoning. Fenri and Chuya would just have to extend the battle as much as they could.

While Chuya did dodge the hammer, Aurora’s braids would snag onto her and deliver a quick shock that earned a noise of pain from the white haired woman. However, the bladed ends of her veins quickly cut the hair that was touching Chuya and she quickly put more distance between them again.

Grouped veins as thick as rope all shot in Aurora’s direction, each one aiming for different parts of the girl’s body. Chuya also kept an eye on Kanna in her peripheral vision, hoping Fenri would be able to handle her.

That quirk of the shrine maiden would have certainly been an asset to father.’ She thought to herself.


The wolf that was kicked let out an ethereal yip as it flew back towards its master. Only for Fenri’s arms to come up and catch it with a grunt that pushed her back on her feet a few feet. In her arms, it yipped in pain as if it were a real beast that had just taken significant damage. Shye peered over the wolf in her arms, to see the other had been caught, and the third.. It got a bite in!

Fenri’s lips curled into a grin. Yes! As this female did some scary shit with her quirk, she wasn’t paying much attention. The wolf sunk its teeth into her and wouldn’t let go if Fenri had anything to say about it. The wolf’s bite had a freezing effect, and ice crystals began to form in her arm’s blood stream, as well as began to form on her skin. It wouldn’t take too long for her entire arm to freeze if she remained with the wolf biting it. No matter how tough the female hero was, she wouldn’t be able to ignore the chill and ice for long!

Meanwhile, with a glance over, it seemed her partner had managed to poison both. That was equally good! It seemed the villains had a gameplan! Stall until that took deadly effect. She could do that! Her other wolf caught by the powerhouse squealed in agony, which brought a frown to Fenri. Until she squeezed the “life” out of it, and it dissipated into wisps of blue, vanishing once more from the realm of the living. Fenri’s eyes narrowed, then she smirked. She would press their advantage! “Awoooooo~!” she hollowed again, only to raise two more spectral wolves. She couldn’t do this indefinitely, but a few more was no issue.


Before Chuya’s attack could meet another dish out the vein woman would be met with a rather carnage sight as Aurora’s hair wrapped around her hands, and began to electrocute herself. Aurora didn't have her dad's regen factor, and though her body could fight off heavy handed drugs poison was a rougher business. However Aurora could slow down the spread just long enough… by frying as much of it as possible.

“Not… so… FAST,” Aurora screamed as blood splattered out of her mouth as she grabbed one of the large vein clusters sending the continuous shocks through to hit Chuya with another high voltage as Aurora switched to defense guarding against the other clusters with her braided hair hands sending her flying backwards. This was familiar… it was like that first day… the first time she experienced villains with Lucian… when the boy's hand was sliced off, and she couldn't fight back. She was forced to block rather than react again… yet this time it wasn't because she had a wounded civilian… it was her own damn slowness. Cursing herself another problem arose the poison that had hit Kanna had… a different effect. That aura of madness she could feel it oozing off Kanna.

“KANNA SWITCH,” Aurora roared with blood gushing out of her lips. With a heavy fling Aurora’s hammer went flying, shattering one of Fenri’s spectral wolves as a few strands latched onto Kanna and flung her at Chuya. Fenri wasn’t scared of Kanna however Aurora was sure Chuya would be a different story. As the switch happened Aurora could feel her body fighting her more, and more yet she could still function. Eyeing Fenri blood spat words seethed through.

“And you think your parents just handed you over to Mauve all willingly,” she hissed.


The rather carnage sight of Aurora electrocuting herself was met with a blank face, the white haired woman curious about what the other was doing and because of that, paid extra close attention to what she was going to do.

Noticing immediately that Aurora planned to use her electricity again, Chuya cut the veins connecting them quickly so she would not be electrocuted again. Though she was sent flying backwards, Chuya used this opportunity to dig two of her veins into higher ground and used it to hold herself up there, gaining leverage over the students.

To her surprise, Aurora abandoned their fight in favor of fighting her comrade.

“Hmmm… So the pampered heroine is afraid of a challenge?” Chuya commented to herself, watching Aurora fling her teammate towards her.

Now, if Chuya were Fenri, this would work. Unfortunately for the electric girl, Chuya was specifically trained to keep her distance from hand-to-hand fighters like this one. So, in the few seconds she had Chuya’s veins had grown back again. She grabbed Kanna’s ankle and used the momentum to swing the miko back at her classmate.



"No…. but are you," Aurora hissed her hair extended out to give Kanna a padding to push off of.



“I am not the one running away for an “easier” opponent.” Chuya responded simply, moving position for higher ground to not only dodge but keep Kanna out of reach.

She could play support for Fenri.


Slightly annoyed at the double switch around turning into a triple, Kanna was at least somewhat thankful with the ice wolf being torn off and destroyed seemingly. That left the two others that the woman had spawned and sent for her. Rather than pushing off, Kanna fights herself free and takes up a position between the trio and the two spawned beasts.

Moving the partly cold arm around she was still ready to go given all the movement, throws and general excitement. Raring back her right fist, she impacts the first wolf directly in the face, while following up to a heavy snap kick with the other, focusing power into those blows was enough to send them flying. In her current mindset she didn’t much care which one of them she fought so long as she fought, cracking her knuckles and bracing her footing to prevent yet another throw, the miko waited to see what was to come next.


Fenri’s attention was drawn to the female hero that screamed out. Her words made the wolf girl prepare herself for some odd attack that might come from some unexpected source. “Grrhrr~” she growled. “I do not care about my parents who abandoned me! I only care about my brother!! WRRRFF!”

However, this momentary partner-switch in the fight was taken care of by her partner. Fen gave Chuya a subtle nod, to show she acknowledged her helpful effort. Only for the wolf girl to once more focus on the dangerous big buff chick.

She watched her wolves once more take nasty hits. That made her growl angrily, and finally howl once again. “AWOOO!!!” The girl bent back, fists clenched. Before the two wolves dissipated due to the damage they would take to the brute of a woman, they flew back into her, slipping into Infenri’s body. That howl also pulled more spectral wolves out of the ground, all of which was drawn into her body as she howled.

Each spectral wolf that was absorbed made Infenri bulk up and grow. Her skin warping, muscles expanding, bones crunching and growing to match her new body. Until finally the howl ended, and the 5’6’’ attractive girl was now morphed and replaced by a 7’ monster, hunched over, with rippling muscles, fur coming out of places no girl would want, and her cute face shaped into the face of your typical dog, with long snout and sharp fangs and all. Snarling loudly, saliva dripping all down her teeth and maw and onto the ground, her bright blue eyes focusing on Kanna. Finally with another howl she charged Kanna, buff arms hitting the ground, running on all fours like a mutt.


Watching the transformation Kanna remains impassive, before finally taking up a fighting stance, widening her footing and stretching her arms wide with a couple vicious swings Kanna seemed intent on meeting the charge head on as she calls out; “You’re pretty big. I don’t need to hold back anymore!” Relieved with that and maybe a hint of psychotic she faces down the charging werewolf, her hands ready to grapple. “RIP AND TEAR!”


As it finally seemed Chuya would get her fight as Aurora regained her hammer a sudden addled switch flipped in Aurora’s head at first it was slow as the whole fight concentrated on the wolf's transformation, and Kanna’s rage. Yet Chuya would be met with a different type of transformation as her hair started to sway a lot differently than normal. Her pupils were fully dilated now blood slowly seeping from the corners of her sapphire blue eyes as small crackles of electricity started to sway through the hero in training’s hair strands. As if to completely insult Chuya the blonde turned away from her without even a thought to a backside attack. Yet as Aurora’s hair waved around like a wild furious electrical cloak it was clear the words that had escaped Fenri had caused Iron Volt to fully lose herself in the poisons effect as she let out a valkyrian scream before she blasted off into the air from all her hair strands pushing off the ground leaving a crater from their launch point. With hair chaotically swirling about Iron Volts whole body spun wildly coming right down onto Fenris wild charge. Nine Hundred pounds slammed into the wolf with a shattering hammer slam brutalizing the structure around the wolf as hair wrapped around Fenris' whole body like a living net. Clearly unphased by Fenris demonic look Aurora pulled her face to face before heavy handedly delivering a left haymaker to the bitches face allowing her to fling Fenri onto her backside as Aurora got on top pinning the wolf down. Netting all of Fenri the wolf would start to experience a full body shock as Iron volt wildly released her electricity punching her wildly as she started to shout out her rage.

“YOUR LOSE DESTROY AUNTIE AKANE, AND UNCLE KAZUOS MARRIAGE,” Aurora’s hair stabbed into Fenris' shoulders.

“YOUR FAKE DEATHS DESTROYED AKANE AS A PERSON, YOUR IMPRISONMENT TO MAUVE SHOCKED, AND SHATTERED ICHIROU’S WHOLE WORLD,” Aurora delivered another haymaker to Fenris face slashing at the whole with her steel nails.

“NOVA MASTER CAN'T EVEN THINK STRAIGHT BECAUSE OF YOUR EXISTENCE IS MAKING HIM REALIZE HE FAILED YOU,” Aurora’s hand clutched around Fenris big ass throat.

“YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING YOU FURRY MONGREL TRASH CAUSE YOU NEVER HAD THE IDEA TO THINK FOR YOURSELF, AND MEET YOUR PARENTS. FYI HOW ABOUT YOU RESEARCH YOUR OWN DAMN DOCUMENTED DISAPPEARa……,” the electricity stopped as a massive amount of blood escaped Iron Volts mouth splattering all about as her hair went limp… there was nothing left in her… her whole body had shut down yet her seething hatred for Fenri’s ignorance blurred into a stare down at Fenri…


Fenri’s tube top and her shorts were made of an elastic material, meant to stretch with her monstrous transformation. The hulked out wolf-form of the wolf-girl glanced from her designated target to the blonde who had her own scary-form, who was busy screaming at her. Her large fuzzy wolf ears flicked irritably.

This frenzied blonde crashed into her, and even her hulked wolf form felt the impact, plus the weight that crashed down on her. A hefty, low-yip released from the wolf as together they tumbled to the ground. The villain known as ‘Fenrir’ growled in the face of the hero known as Iron Volt, then took hit after hit against her canine maw. Blood splattering against the ground. The electrical current released from the hero shocked through Fenri, making her roar in pain, her entire body spasming under the blonde.

Each hit only brought more rage out of Fenri, every attack definitely dealing significant damage. With her brain rattling, she focused on her assailant, growling loudly, snarling and gnashing her teeth like a rabid dog. “I DON’T CARE ABOUT ANY OF THAT!!! I ONLY CARE ABOUT KURO! GHRRRARRRRRARHRR!!”

She tried to push the other female off, but even her muscles ached and strained at such action. Although she did manage to lift Aurora a bit off the ground. “I DON’T CARE ABOUT AKANE! I DON’T CARE ABOUT KAZUO! I DON’T CARE ABOUT THE ONES WHO ABANDON ME! THEY DIDN’T CARE ABOUT ME! THEY DON’T CARE ABOUT ME! THEY ABANDONED ME! I ONLY CARE ABOUT THE ONE WHO DIDN’T! KURO! MY BROTHER!!~GHHRRRHRRR!!”

However, a moment later the female seemed to lose her drive and collapsed against her, losing all of her previous displayed power and fury. “GHHRRAARRRAR!” she roared, leaning forward and snapping her jaws against the blonde’s shoulder, biting down with a powerful, heavy canine bite. A spark of pain shot through Fenri, as she hadn’t been expecting such hardened skin!! Yet her bite did manage to break through, drawing blood, but it was a bite that also hurt her own jaw. That caused Fenri to roar in rage, breathing out a heavy breath of ice. This ice grew in crystals between them, and Fenri used it to slam into Aurora. Smashing the ice into her and throwing her off.

As the body of the blonde was thrown from her, Fenri ran forward, arms coated in ice, eyes glowing bright blue. “GRAAWHH GRAARR!!” she roared, slamming these icy arms into the hero and smashing her against a nearby train, that shattered the ice into splinters, and dented the train heavily.

Dripping blood from the hits and countless smaller cuts, Fenri turned back around towards the other heavy female hero. Her canine jaw was slightly contorted, teeth cracked, at least one fang missing, face bruised, and battered, one eye bloodshot, the other half-closed. Blood dripped out of her maw, while she took heavy white chilled breaths. With a howl, more spectral wolves pulled into her, the werewolf woman glowing with an icy blue aura, eyes flashing bright blue, and she grew even more, stretching her elastic clothes to where even they were straining to not snap. “RAARRRRRRRR!” she roared at Kanna, telling her ‘COME ON’.


Watching the interaction play out things went against Aurora rather quickly as the girl lashed out full of emotions. Hidden behind the mask Kanna had a smile to her face, a forlorn looking one having predicted this outcome and now looking forward to the two on one she would now have to face, at least her comrade had weakened the wolf, but this would still be risky.

“It’s hard for others to not abandon you when they do not know you exist. Such foolishness,..”

With her aura swirling around her, Kanna takes up a prayer stance, hands collapsed together and legs split apart, drawing back with one arm she is suddenly gone in a flash. It was not speed moving her but pure physical force as she springboards off her feet in a stepping dash as fragments of dust and rock seem to rise up as her punch pulls back with full force aiming towards the stomach of Fenri, for now she would focus on the one that could be finished off. Her eyes could be seen narrowed through the slits of the mask. “..now fall!”


“Grah!?” Fenri was stunned momentarily by the extreme burst of speed her current foe showed. Then she felt a hard punch slam into her stomach, releasing a pained yelp from the wolf female. However, she responded in kind, recovering quick and grabbing the extended arm that was lodged into her gut. Grabbing hold of the miko woman, she grunted and swung her, slamming her into the nearby train car.


Taking the Impact, Kanna would gather herself up and out of a dent in the subway car as her aura continued to leak, standing her ground she briefly considers her location. Be it out of madness, overconfidence or pure destructive instinct, the Priestess grabs hold of the subway car she was just plastered into, straining a bit and grunting she lifts the whole train up and off the ground, bashing a potion of it into the overhead ceiling it seems any and all instructions on ‘bring them back alive’ was briefly lost. Or maybe she expected the other to survive it “HAAAAAAAAA URRRRRRRRRRGGHHHH!” With one final shout she throws the train car dead at Fenri as it bounced and shattered a couple of support beams, weighing as much as a large truck, her strength was impressive, even if below her mother still.


Fenri’s wolf face was locked into utter shock when this girl lifted the train car and threw it at her. Not her or even Kuro possessed physical strength like that! Then she chucked it Fen’s way and she released another yelp of fear. Only to slam her claws into the ground and send up waves of ice to block the car enough for her to leap out of its path. She leaped and hit the the wall on all fours, before using that leap as leverage to send her right at Kanna, slamming into her and snapping her jaws at her, while clawing her.

With the counter attack Kanna is pushed on the back leg as she rared up with a fist, punching the wolf in the maw, all while her own mask is scratched off and pulled to the ground with a few other cuts, it was then that the mask started to make more sense. Behind it was a young woman, her hair was slowly turning into a dark black with some hints of red, her eyes were blazing an inhuman red as they seemed to be behind the mask before, but most surprisingly of all was a misshapen jaw with a nose that seemed to run into it and an inhumanly wide smile with more of pointed teeth, it was akin to fighting some sort of Demon or more fitting to the Japanese an Oni or a Youkai, smiling her own grin at the other, she did seem to have a little blood running from her forehead as she grabs the larger wolf with her hands by the head and in place of avoiding the attack she directly headbutts the other.


Fenri’s claws ripped the heroes mask off and what was underneath made even the raging wolf recoil a bit. This chick just did not look right! “You’re hideousss~” she growled. Which was funny, considering who said it. Only for her to growl in pain-induced rage when she was struck and then headbutted.

The headbutt in particular made her yip and stumble back, clutching her face, shaking her head. “I’LL KILL YOU, DEMON WOMAN!” She roared, rearing back to attack. By now her chest was glowing a bright blue, and ice was left where every step fell. Fenri breathed out hard, sending a wave of ice crashing at the Miko, the ice jutting out every which way like razor spikes.


As the ice spikes hit Kanna could not dodge in time, while she could do sudden bursts of movement, speed was not her strength. A few of the ice shards impale Kanna, stabbing some points that would be considered fatal… would.. Though for now it seemed to have worked as she stands with the ice through her motionless.


Fenri watched as her ice spikes impaled the ugly-ass rampaging miko. Then the big wolf chick took a deep sigh of a relief. She glanced towards her partner. “Looks like we’re done here…” she huffed out, body sluggish, wafts of frigid air coming off of her. She had remained in her hulked-out wolf form too long. She was beginning to freeze through, she needed to release the spirit wolfs inside of her.


With that Kanna suddenly reaches out as her eyes flash open, pulling herself off of the spikes she grabs the wolf by the neck. “...hey..who are you calling a monster..hey listen, speak..” Seemingly echoing the strange mannerisms of her mother when it came to her full quirk use the Miko was hurt by the attack but already her blood was pulsing, healing, tissue was burning and reforming. “Hahahaha! Who is the big bad wolf!?” ‘Yes..do it.’ With that she lifts Fenri off of her feet and slams her into the ground, then into a pillar, releasing her before going in for a kick, sending the other slamming into the roof, then a punch followed up sending her right to Chuya and knocking her out if not causing injury to her internals and bones.

Though bleeding like a sieve, Kanna stood on her feet, reaching a bloodied hand with an almost claw-like look to it she snarls;
“YOUR NEXT BITCH!”
She yells at Chuya, though between the ice and damage Kanna knew she couldn’t pursue, there was also the need to drag Aurora off for treatment, some still sound and calm part of her mind reminded her.


The deranged miko’s overwhelming might made quick work of Fenris’s damaged wolf form. She just took the brutal attack. Each hit sent the spectral wolves flying from her body, and by the time the indigo-haired villain was tossed back to Chuya, she had deflated once more to her normal self. Albeit one who was broken and severely injured, bruises and blood covering her nearly lifeless body. Her body is blue, and chilled to the touch.


Why should Chuya jump into a battle if the strongest one of their group was being tossed like a ragdoll?

That was her logical reason for why she stayed where she was, and aside from that, what could she do that didn’t involve her getting the same treatment as her wolf companion? Someone needed to stay conscious enough to get them out of there.

Though, what stuck to her was the amount of emotions that were displayed by the blonde one before she fell unconscious, and from Fenri before she too fell unconscious. So much rage and sadness in their voices and on their face, yet she couldn’t understand why. Curious.

Fenri was tossed back to her and Chuya gingerly caught her with her veins. Just as Kanna announced her, the next target, a red beeping came from the white haired woman’s belt. Something telling her that something is not according to plan.

She swallowed the lump in her throat, unable to continue the fight even though she wanted to.

Her veins shot out again, gripping onto some nearby obstacles and slingshotted herself and Fenri away, swinging from one area to another in a direction unknown.


Watching as the other was leaving, Kanna wanted to fight, wanted to pursue, but that was not an option for now. Kanna had taken too much damage and her body was affected by the ice. If she continued she would falter sooner or later. Walking back over to Aurora Kanna was tempted to try carrying her, but she herself was not in the best of shape, grabbing Aurora by the arms, Kanna drags her back up towards the surface from wince they came.
 
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~ Joseph and Octavia(?) Vs. Chitose, Heisuke, Yosuke ~

Chitose nodded once at the information she received from the two boys, inwardly sighing at Heisuke’s answer regarding the task. While she did agree that Yosuke’s costume was a bit shiny for her liking, he was still just a kid who just got a pretty new suit. She didn’t want to be the one to rain on his parade. He would have plenty of time to realize the errors of his costume and downgrade on his own~

“Yes, you both bring up some valid points, but I doubt this is just any junky walking around and I doubt the slime is actually a narcotic. The smell of it alone would be enough to tell us what it is.”

She answered the two, standing next to Heisuke and patting him a few times on the head. “You say “waste of time,” but 15 year old me would say “easy credit.” You say you don’t hear anything? Then the person we’re looking for may be asleep somewhere. Once we find this person and take them into custody, we’ll be finished with the assignment.” Nimbus gave him a reassuring smile. She didn’t know what made him so “tired” but if words could ease his worries at least a little bit, then she would try.

However, as time passed, Nimbus started to become a little worried, and this time not about the criminal they were pursuing.

Does Octavia normally take this long to retrieve info?”


Heisuke nodded at her assumption, she was right that this didn’t seem like any street drug alone, back when he used to live from home to home he would come across all the sorts but this blue slime was nothing he had ever seen.

He quickly shrugged off his teacher’s hand away from his head, usually, he would refuse even his close friends from even touching him so Nimbus was no exception. “Easy credit? If that’s how you went through school no wonder you’re a top tier hero.” He couldn’t help falling back on his old habits, maybe it was things going on in his personal life or the adult figures in his life, he just couldn’t get along with them.

It never took Octavia this long at scouting, especially since she was just scouting a couple of blocks, could she have something? Or maybe something found her.

“No never that long...We should go find her.”

Yosuke honestly never questioned whether the slime was or was not narcotics. He just assumed the former and moved on with it. Detective work would seem like he needs a like extra work on that. Still as Heisuke called it his effortless action, Yosuke just looked back at him. "Could you just like… humor me for another 2 minutes?"

But it seemed he wouldn't have that luxury. Octavia wasn't back quite yet. Yosuke got a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach.

"I'm going up higher to get a better view."

He clicked in his boots, and wall jumped up the building to the roof top, popping off one of the casings and wetting his finger. He looked to see if he could find anything, or sense any slight changes in the air.

Chitose had already become concerned, but hearing them say that this was unusual made it even worse. Had their villain gotten a hold of her? What happened? The thought of anything happening to Octavia inwardly killed her.

The silver haired woman waited for Yosuke’s report as he went up, hoping he would see something… and see something he would.

On the center of a street a bit of ways away, Yosuke would see a purple haired woman in a crow inspired dress waltzing along the street by herself. Her fingers held the ends of her skirt, twirling it with each turn she made.

If Yosuke and Heisuke strained their ears, they would hear Octavia’s singing. Makoto’s song, specifically.

Something was off, even before the ringing of his ears from the sound of Octavia’s voice, he felt something in the pit of his stomach, he was wrong.

Following his friend’s voice, Heisuke wandered down the empty streets up until he found Octavia walking down the aisle, twirling her dress around acting extremely not herself.

“O-Oc? Are you feeling okay? Wh-what are you doing? You’re not acting like yourself…” Heisuke was much more confused about the way she was acting rather than where she was all this time.

“I’ve got a real bad feeling about all this.” He quickly shouted out to Chitose that he found Octavia, but she was clearly not all there, before heading out toward her, still on the building. He looked around to see if there was anyone else. Heisuke was already talking with her. As much as he’d like to be the face right now, he was much better suited for this with, what telepathy and all.

He was quick to scan the area, hoping, or perhaps not hoping, to find someone who could have done this. His finger was still wet, raising it to see if he could sense any major movements.

“Please be alright down there… Heisuke, I’ll keep this vantage point. You better take her somewhere we know is safe.”

Chitose didn’t like the looks of it either, and before she could stop Heisuke or tell him to be careful, he was already off and confronting her. She inwardly cursed but kept both of the boys and Octavia in sight. What in the world was going on?

Octavia herself twirled again, spinning elegantly in a practiced dance while Heisuke was talking to her, seemingly ignoring him as she sung Makoto’s song.

Then, a black blur.

“Watch out!” Chitose called, quickly teleporting to Heisuke, grabbing him, and teleporting him back to where she’d been standing.

The black blur that attacked Heisuke landed next to Octavia, whose back was turned to the trio. A raven with pink eyes vanished in a black mist, before forming into a person Chitose and Heisuke were all too familiar with.

Joseph.

The man’s face was hidden behind a black surgical mask, but despite it, one could tell the wicked grin he had on his face.

Chitose felt her heartbeat quicken at the sight of him, her eyes wide as she seemed to freeze in place.

“I-It’s you..!”

Octavia, still not facing the trio, bent over backwards so now she was looking at them upside down, her lavender eyes now white in color.

“Hello~” She greeted them, a wicked smile of her own crossing her lips.

With all the knowledge of something being wrong, it wasn’t stopping Heisuke from walking closer to see what’s wrong with Octavia but when he began to read his friend’s thoughts, Heisuke finally knew what was up.

‘What's happening?'

'I can't control my body!"

'Get out you bastard!'

Turning his head towards his teacher to signal that something was wrong, suddenly the black blur came flying at Heisuke but thanks to Nimbus’ quick thinking, he was pulled to safety back to her old location.

Heisuke’s skin slowly turned a pale white, his fingers folded into a fist when the villain finally revealed himself to be Joseph, Makoto’s killer. Just off the glimpse of the killer’s eyes he knew it was him, the picture he had been studying for months.

“I’m going to kill him…” There was also a voice in his head yelling out at him to save Octavia first but after searching for so long, Joseph was finally in his presence.

Yosuke was about to call out that someone was coming, feeling a sudden shift in the air, but like a true pro, Chitose was already ahead of him. Good thing too. Had he called out Heisuke would have been hit.

The bird that landed looked to be Fosc, but he knew something was off. The bird transformed in a puff of smoke revealing a man Yosuke was unfamiliar with. But Heisuke and Chitose seemed far more disturbed by his appearance.

He needed to do something to help. Yosuke pointed his Golden Gun and prepped a gilded bullet, launching it at Joseph's temple. Hoping to pull Octavia to safety, he rushed from his perch, engaging his boots and aiming to tackle her away from the villain.

Chitose looked at Heisuke as if he was crazy, “Don’t be ridiculous Heisuke.” She answered him grimly. “That man nearly killed me on his own and I barely left a scratch. I know you want revenge but you can’t fight him as you are right now, let alone kill him.”

She didn’t mean to be as harsh as she was, but she had to be or else she’d risk a student rushing in and getting himself killed. Chitose, with all of her experience, lost miserably against the raven boy, and considering how… different Octavia was, something told her that the crow woman wasn’t on their side right now.

Damn it!

Yosuke shot his bullet, and the hooded man spotted the direction it was coming from. Joseph hopped backwards, forcing the pink haired boy to miss, though the hero-in-training was successful in tackling her, he would soon realize that when he tackled Octavia, she took him down with her.

“Oh, my hero~” Octavia spoke quietly to him, cupping Yosuke’s face before planting a deep kiss to his lips that lingered for only a few seconds before she pulled away.

“Kukukuku~ How does it feel to kiss someone so beautiful Yo~su~ke~kun~?”
The wide cheshire grin on her face and the color of her eyes… Octavia disappeared in her own mist of crows and reformed a bit of distance away from Yosuke, a white eyed Fosc appearing and perching itself nearby.

“That’s what you wanted from her, yes? Or… did you want something more shallow? Perhaps you’d like to finger Octavia like you did that boy Elias… Or, maybe you want her to bend over? Get her pregnant and make her yours forever? Just say the word Yosuke-kun. After all, she’s powerless right now. You can make her all yours and she can’t stop it. Ooor, should I extend that offer to Heisuke instead? She’s been his friend since junior high~” Octavia, or rather the person controlling Octavia’s body, said these things loud enough for everyone to hear.

Meanwhile, Joseph quietly watched. He knew two individuals there hated him, particularly the black haired one. But, he was waiting for that boy to do something foolish. If Heisuke reacted emotionally, then Joseph would be able to retaliate, and perhaps get him away from that teacher of his.

Even if Heisuke wanted to bury the dark part of himself that he hated, it always came out when he was emotional. “Well you’re not me! Sure you may have years of experience on me but you have no idea what I’ve been through, much worse than some goth kid…” Heisuke was about to turn back but he had even harsher words to say. “Don’t think I forgot that your incompetence got my COUSIN killed!”

Noticing Yosuke was jumping in the fight tackling Octavia to safety, Heisuke floated down towards Joseph, his eyes burned into the killers face. “Y-you finally showed up…” A smile formed on Heisuke’s face, showing confidence and intimidation, though a hint of fear still lingered behind it.

“Makoto Miasaki… Did you feel anything when you drilled your knife through his chest? How can someone leave a teenager with a giant hole in their torso!?” Maybe it was idiotic to ask a killer why they kill but Heisuke wasn’t in the right headspace. “One of us are not leaving here alive...we settle this here!”

As Yosuke tackled her away, he looked back her way. "I-" Immediately he was shut up by a kiss from Octavia. In that moment Yosuke was caught off guard, he nearly forgot that she wasn't in the right mind, instead leaning in to her more. He fell forward jolting him out of his shocked state.

"Octavia?..." But he had a feeling deep down that she wasn't herself. No. It was obvious. He stood himself up, looking at the white-eyed Fosc. She began to speak, offering him the opportunity to take advantage of Octavia in her current state.

“W-What did you do? How do you kno-N-No! Let her go, you creep!...” He could never accept this offer, but even though it wasn’t her saying it, everything that was offered came out in the voice of Octavia. “Octavia, this isn’t you.” He called out hoping to reach her somehow. He started walking towards her, his boots still engaged, he held up his golden gun in his right hand, and extended his left out trying to call out to her. “Come on, I know that you’re in there still.” Maybe not… This wasn’t an anime or manga after all. This was real. Maybe she was completely stuck.

Chitose’s eyes held a look of hurt in them hearing Heisuke accuse her incompetence of being the reason for Makoto’s death. It wasn’t true, and she knew that. The villain broke her legs and nearly murdered her before his cousin was killed, but had she been strong enough to take down Joseph, she could have saved him…

Regardless, no matter what Heisuke said, she had to keep him safe. Yosuke and Octavia too. She didn’t know what was going on with Octavia, but she could only hope they didn’t do to her what happened to her husband in the past.

“Heisuke!” She hissed at him. His pride was going to get him killed; she had to do something!



She had to do something...

So why was she afraid to move?


Joseph eyed the boy with black hair, lowering his mask to reveal the grin he had.

“How could I forget Makoto?” The thick Russian accent was prominent in his words. “He made me feel so alive when I stabbed tha t knife into him. He tried to fight back. He wanted a kiss before he was killed, and I granted him that final request… Oh, but poor Makoto didn’t anticipate I’d be one step ahead of him. Always.”

He giggled, the smile on his face joyous as if it was an occasion to be celebrated. “But betrayal is a death sentence, and a piece of garbage like me needs to prove its worth to his master by going through with it, hm?”

Joseph put his hands in his pockets, staring down Heisuke. “Fufufu, your rage… One of us is not leaving, and you believe I’ll be the one on the ground begging for mercy? You’re a damn fool. A fucking disgrace. Your pride will be the end of you.”

He bent over a bit, his gaze appearing darker, more psychotic as he stared at the other boy. A bit of drool looked to be close to seeping from the corner of his mouth as he talked about Makoto, the taller man hugging himself. “Makoto Miasaki was my favorite, but he was much too empathetic to survive. I would kill him again, and again, and again; however many times I can to relive that rush of making Master proud…”

Meanwhile, Octavia listened to Yosuke as he spoke, and how the boy called for his friend’s return. This earned another giggle from her.

“Are you going to kill me, sweet boy?” She asked. “Why don’t you? If you kill me, you’ll kill her too. Ev~er~y~thing~ you do to me, will only hurt her. As you see.” Her hands rode up Octavia’s hips, waist, breasts, then ended behind her neck. “This is her body, not mine. Do with me what you want, but remember the repercussions.”

In a flash, the hands moved down and grabbed the swords, drawing both from their sheaths. The electric baton was turned on, the metal crackling with electricity.

“How will you fight your precious person, Yosuke-kun~?”

Every word felt like a stab in his ribs, he didn’t think it would hurt more that Joseph remembered every second from that night, knowing all of his struggles lead to nothing but a gruesome death. “You never let him have a chance! I don’t know what kind of thrill you get from killing teenagers but I’ll make sure you’ll pay for them.”

Looking over to his left, Heisuke pulled two rusty poles near a dumber into his hands, ready for an attack. A chuckle let out after hearing how demented he sounded. “Ah! It makes sense now! You’re just some lap bitch ready to eat and fetch whatever your owner wants you to do! Does it ever anger you how miniscule you are to your boss? You aren’t even a smudge on their shoe!” A loud laugh almost disturbed came out of Heisuke. “Yeah I get that a lot...But when I talk shit, I bring it.”

Even during his most heated moments, his cousin's name always brought him back to reality, especially after hearing Makoto Miasaki come from his mouth. “His empathy was what kept him human...I’d rather have that than feel what kind of pain you must go through…” It was then he realized how sick Joseph was, sure he know that he was a psychopath but having no compassion would drive him crazy too.

“I just realized how worthless killing you would be...The only reason you killed him was out of someone's order, it wasn’t some kind of revenge or overall plan...It was just another bone you had to dig up…” The sound of metal clashing with cement would ring their ears with the clashing of his duel poles hitting the ground. “I’m not going to kill you...But i sure as hell am not letting you kill again!”

Heisuke dashed towards Joseph lifting his fist towards his face, as well as lifting a kick into the killer's shin.

Yosuke words only seemed to reach whoever was controlling Octavia. He hated the way that they were using her, treating her like a toy, but he couldn’t stop his eyes from following as they accentuated many of Octavia’s assets. It made him feel guilty and disgusting.

But they made a mistake.

He couldn’t kill. He couldn’t hurt. But Yosuke could easily fight. He felt a burning in his body, as his spirit flared up. Whoever this creep was, they had made a big mistake choosing to face him.

“You’re right… I can’t hurt her. I could never do it. In a battle to the death, I am afraid I must yield.” He kneeled down, and ejected the casings on his fingers, causing them to scatter to the floor. “But… If I’m going to die, may I at least experience something that you offered?...”

He looked away down to the ground, as if he was making a plea. “May I… do with you as I please?...”

Despite Heisuke’s laugh, or the words he said meant to insult Joseph, and everything sent his way, the raven boy took it all in stride. His smile remained on his face, waiting patiently for his opponent to finish with his little monologue. He’d already done his research on the students, and this one had a very interesting telekinetic quirk that was more focused on the mental abilities than the user’s physical.

He was still unphased when the other boy drew out poles as weapons.

This was nothing to him.

“Fight me then. Will you do better than Makoto’s attempts to survive?” He asked rhetorically.

Joseph watched as the boy’s punch and kick came in his direction, though all it took was a small hop backwards to dodge it. The raven swung his own fist in a hook, aiming to slam it into Heisuke’s stomach then finish it off with a hard kick to put distance between himself and the student.

Meanwhile, the person controlling Octavia’s body looked at Yosuke, unsurprised by his answer about “how he couldn’t hurt her” and other heroic nonsense that the smiley people in color costumes liked to spout.

What did catch them off guard was Yosuke’s request to take them up on his offer… but then there was the emphasis on the “you” that put the villain on high alert again.

Was Yosuke-kun going to try his acupuncture quirk on Octavia? Incapacitate him without hurting his little beloved too much?

Still, the villain was intrigued, and so came closer. Steadily. Watching Yosuke’s movements.

This one may be underestimating the villain he faced as well~

“Let’s see what you have in mind, sweet Yosuke-kun~”

Yosuke kept his head down still, but he wasn’t ignoring the villain. He hadn’t ejected his casings as a sign of submission. Bright and gleaming, they were able to provide him with just enough vision of Octavia as she approached. She still wasn’t close enough.

However, she seemed apprehensive. He cursed in his mind. He was too coy with his plea before. His boots engaged, but he sat still, holding on for just a moment. “People have always mocked me for my quirk. Most of the kids in school called me a molester or a pervert thanks to it. Not that I ever did anything, but you know what? Why should I prove them wrong? You’ve apparently got access to Octavia’s memories. That or you’ve been watching us for a long time now. I’ve already done it to one person. What’s one more?”

He hoped that hadn’t been too much, but if he could just draw them a little closer, and really think that he’s ultimately giving up.

“And maybe… If given this opportunity more frequently, I might rather take your side.”

It was something Heisuke learned in brawls that he had while living from house to house, get in their and take the first beating, study your opponent and your next form of attack. With that the boy could barely even see the first punch land in his gut and only after feeling the pain from the kick hitting the same place.

Jumping back he looked around his environment, nothing around him was sturdy, not even the concrete below him, could he use the area around him for an attack? Or maybe…

Running back into the fight Heisuke kept his eyes on Joseph while also creating a separate attack from behind, launching bricks aiming for his back, even with Josephs fast reflexes Heisuke formulated that he would have to do to things, dodge to a different direction away from the incoming projectiles, if so Heisuke would go for a separate physical attack where he could he would hit him with a high kick to his side or focus on blocking Heisuke’s attack and not his the bricks come barreling his way.

Or possibly Joseph had a means to see through his plan, there was no way to see into that man's twisted head...oh wait.

“Rather die fighting than live a life as a moral-less coward.”

‘...
Heisuke was being stupid, and Yosuke, Chitose didn’t know what he planned to do but she could only pray that he wasn’t seriously giving up to them. She didn’t know the pink haired boy too well or his manner of fighting, so everything that happened here was a first introduction for her. Still, she watched Heisuke carefully in particular, looking for her own openings without hindering Heisuke’s battle.

Why didn’t she jump straight into battle and save him? Because if he didn’t learn for himself just how powerful Joseph was, then he would never realize the stupidity of his actions. She was a mother who taught through the mistakes her children made, not by babying them.

Joseph too watched Heisuke’s moves carefully, but thanks to training his whole life for combat, he was able to sense the attack coming from behind. Heisuke was smart to try and distract him, but how would he fair against the objects flying at him instead?

The black haired man, instead of blocking, jumped up and turned into a raven, flying upwards before looping around behind the bricks that flew at Heisuke now. Then, the raven multiplied quickly, becoming 15 different ravens cawing and flying together.

Suddenly, all 15 nosedived after Heisuke, a rain of beaks heading his way.

Chitose’s eyes widened, ready to teleport if Heisuke couldn’t dodge it himself.


Octavia, or at least the person in her body, raised an eyebrow at the pink haired boy. This was obviously a trap, and shame on this hero for thinking them too stupid to realize it! Buuuuut~ they were also curious about what sweet little Yosuke-kun had in mind, so Octavia stepped closer. Her white eyes watched the boy, smiling with anticipation on what he was going to do.

Crap, he didn’t really know if this was working. I should have fought for a little first and thrown! Oh this is a bit of a mess. But whether it was his adversary’s own gullibility or curiosity that led to it, Octavia moved towards him. She was soon within striking distance.

Okay there isn’t much time to plan. They most likely expect me to strike either low or with a rising strike from my hands. I guess that means… He hesitated. He wasn’t sure if he could pull off this. What would Octavia think of him?... What did Octavia think of him. He remembered several things from their date. Wait a minute… He remembered something she said she wanted to do with him. There wasn’t much more time to think about that though. He could make it up later. But in order to do that, he had to save her first.

He plunged his head right against the ground, bowing deeper. “Please listen!... I just want to do one thing with her before we part ways.” as his head was pressed against the ground, he smiled. “I promised her we’d dance.”

With that he shot his legs back and flung them overhead. His boots were engaged, meaning his dexterity was at its peak, making the trick fluid and easy, aiming for her upper body. Hit or miss, he was quick to relax from the handstand back closer to a sitting position, placing his hands back down to perform a break dance spin sweep before reclaiming his footing.

It was expected that Joseph would dodge the first physical attack but what Heisuke hadn’t expected was for Joseph to suddenly turn into a raven, then multiply itself and diving at the boy, almost forgetting about the trio of bricks hurdling at him.

Stopping the bricks in mid air, Heisuke was able to throw the bricks directly at a group of birds, then moving his attack to three more of the ravens stopping them right before they could hit them.

Though his defense wasn’t strong enough to hold back the rest of the flock, the feeling of the beaks digging into his skin felt agonizing, almost like vultures preying on an animals corpse.

Letting go of his grip, the rest of the flock came in attacking other parts left bare on his body, their was nothing he could think of to stop him, the pain was too much to even focus on. “AGH!” He let out an agonizing scream. Am I going to die?

A dance? What sort of dance? Before Octavia could question it, Yosuke was up and his legs were sweeping the air. She quickly hopped back, narrowly missing the boots that almost kicked her jaw. Her hands readied her swords, giving a couple of taps to the ground in a challenging motion at Yosuke.

“Kukuku~ What a neat little trick. You almost had me there for a second… Well, not really~ You’re easier to read than a children’s book~” Octavia pointed her metal sword’s tip at Yosuke, the other one crackling with lightning. “Let’s see how your sweetheart’s muscle memory helps me~”

She didn’t move forward, but instead evaporated into a purple mist before a small flock of five birds were cawing and flying around him. One crow would dive in to try and cut him, another would fake him, three birds would come from all directions to try and flap in his face and claw at him. Though the moment Octavia appeared again, thall of the crows would be gone (save for Fosc) and she would be to his side, aiming the electric sword at him and swinging it to strike.

The ravens cut through Heisuke as if it were paper, but he would soon realize that the pain had stopped only with those few cuts. Before the ravens could attack him, Heisuke would find himself in the arms of a woman hugging him; Chitose. The pro had teleported in front of him, using her body to protect him as best she could before-

SHIIIICK

A sickening noise of torn flesh mixed with the ripping of fabric and a choked cry of pain erupted from her body. Despite the agonizing need to get away, the brain’s reaction to try and flee this fight, Chitose kept Heisuke’s head cradled in her neck and collar, her body in between his and the raven’s, with her back taking the brunt of the attack. Despite Heisuke’s words and attitude towards her, Chitose still treated him as she would anyone else.

With the single second of opportunity they had, she teleported the two of them a bit of distance away from Joseph onto their feet. Only there did she let go of Heisuke, a look of concern in her eyes.

“Are you okay?” Chitose asked him, noting his injuries. At the moment, she couldn’t feel her own, but she was certain it was her body blocking out the pain. “Heisuke, please. I know you want revenge but Joseph is not your average thug… What he did to you, your family, and Makoto’s is unforgivable. He deserves the worst punishment possible… But please, please, I’m begging you; don’t do anything stupid. I-I can’t allow another innocent person to be killed because of my incompetence.” Hurt was apparent in her eyes as she said this, but along with the raw emotion was something else. Determination.

She put herself between Heisuke and Joseph again. The raven reformed into his human form again, but his flock of ravens remained on standby. A blood stain dripped on Joseph’s mouth, the main licking it away with a mocking grin. It was very obvious that the blood he was enjoying was not his own.

“I hope you weren’t holding back just now… Revenge for someone you love should be raw and powerful, no?”

Chitose grimaced at Joseph, “Heisuke… I need you to send a signal for backup on your hero phone. While I fight him, I need you to give any kind of support you can. Throw rocks, objects, take out his birds, whatever you can do. I’ll protect you as best I can. And don’t be afraid to make a run for it if you have to… In a situation like this, sometimes running and getting help is the most heroic thing you can do.”

Yosuke clicked his tongue after not connecting with the first strike, or even the second one. He had hoped to at least knock them to the ground if they managed to dodge his first strike. Still, this was not completely useless. With the casings on the ground, the area had quite a few tripping hazards. Something he would be able to easily work around. He wasn’t certain if Octavia could though.

He locked in a new set of casings on his fingers, and ejected them again, this time spreading them around even further. He then gave his mouth a quick wipe with his free hand in order to wet his finger discreetly. If he tracked the movements of Octavia in flight, he might be able to strike right as she reformed. He did his best to mitigate the damage of the crows, but could only do some much, sustaining a few cuts here and there wincing at the feeling.

“Muscle Memory can only get you so far.” He locked in two more casings, this time on his left hand middle and index finger. He didn’t have too many more, but if this worked the way he wanted it to, he wouldn’t need any more. “You gotta try something new if you want to get stronger!”

He felt her reappearing, thanks to the airflow directing everything to one location. As soon as she reappeared, he lunged forward, spying the switch for the electric sword. That was the one he was most concerned about. He could easily parry the metal one with his finger casing, but electricity doesn’t care as much about direct damage. He prepped to parry as before, swinging his other index finger downward and launching it at switch for the shock baton, aiming to switch it off with his assault.

With each bite that stuck into his body, it felt like he was held down, unable to get away from such a powerful threat, like he was just 8 years old again. But unlike then, he suddenly felt the swarm stop their attack, when he finally opened his eyes he saw his teacher holding with his head gently resting on her shoulder.

It was odd that someone like her went out of her own way to save him. Readjusting himself so that he could stand on his own, he felt seriously unmatched against the murderer. “Uhm..th-” Heisuke stopped himself mid sentance, almost saying something he didn’t want to admit. Their was apart of him that wanted to jump back into the fight but Nimbus was right, if he went back down there in his condition he would most likely get himself killed.

“I’ll make the call but you’re wrong about running away, it’s the same as letting them kill you.” That was one thing he wouldn’t debate, death would be better than living as a coward. “I’ll do whatever I can to help from here...You can count on me.” He didn’t give her any reason to trust him after what just let down but he made sure his tone was serious, he would do what he could to help from a hawkeye.

Octavia was entranced by Yosuke’s more showy battle movements; it was what one would expect of a hero. Something flashy and their own unique flair. It was how they attracted attention, no? Just before her electric baton could hit, Yosuke had parried, turning off the sword as well and the force of his attack made the weapon hit the ground instead.

Octavia smiled, “You’re more fun than I thought, kukukuk~ No wonder this girl likes you.”

Her body moved again, pushing back Yosuke and swinging her metal blade at him this time. Meanwhile, Fosc dove down and landed on the ground, eating the casings that Yosuke had left on the floor.

Chitose smiled at him sympathetically. He reminded her a bit like herself when she was younger… Refusing to back down, and refusing to run away. If he continued the path of heroism, she knew he’d get far. He just needed to grow mentally.

“It’s only if you don’t come back... “ She responded to him, eyes meeting Joseph’s once again.

Chitose almost felt herself paralyzed in fear, but… Heisuke, Yosuke, and Octavia needed her to push through. Her students would be killed in an instant if she didn’t do her damnedest to defend them. Yosuke was doing a wonderful job fighting Octavia without hurting her, but if she could take down Joseph quickly, then maybe she’d have a chance to help out the purple haired woman as well…

Here went nothing!

She teleported in front of Joseph and swung a high kick at him, which he blocked and aimed to counter with a punch. Chitose deflected the hit and, using her quirk, moved quickly to aim a spinning kick towards his jaw to try and knock him out quickly.

He hopped back and forced her to miss. Joseph summoned a few birds and launched them at Chitose, cutting a few sections of her arms as the sharp beaks zipped past her. With a curse she teleported again and this time let her feet hit the ground.

She had to give it her all!

Yosuke was thrilled that his plan had achieved a more critical success. When the villain in Octavia's body said it was obvious why she liked him he looked back and smiled for a moment forgetting that it wasn't Octavia who said it. "Aw really? That's really nice to he-Shut up and get out of my girlfriend's head you freak!" His pride was quickly overshadowed by his worry.

However he was forced to lean backwards as they struck with the blade. He was only just able to make it out of the way in time, seeing a few strands of hair fall to the ground. As he fell backwards he propped himself up with his hands just in time to see Fosc trying to eat his casings. Was that bad for Octavia's health?

"Oi Fosc!" He hissed trying to get the bird to leave well enough alone. Now in a weird back bending position, Yosuke kicked his feet up, and wrapped his legs around Octavia's arms, aiming to twist the sword from her grasp.

Her words actually made sense to Heisuke, he wasn’t one to agree to cowardly ethics but it would only be stupid to stay and die rather than to seek help, it gave him something to think about.

Watching Nimbus teleport back to the ground, his eyes tracked over to Octavia and Yosuke, realizing how idiotic he was to let his best friend get controlled by that thing instead to take revenge for Makoto.

But he couldn’t think about it now, Yosuke seemed to have that situation covered right now and he needed to follow Chitose’s orders. It was difficult to help with attacks from above seeing the two duke it out he was unable to get a clear hit without accidentally hurting his teacher, he needed to warn her before an attack could be made.

I’m setting something up, when I tell you, DUCK! Looking around his environment, their wasn’t much that could inflict damage on Joseph, trash, small pieces of metal and screws and...A dumpster?

Okay I’m setting up a BIG attack, get ready to move when I say…

Quietly Heisuke lifted up the dumpster in the air and slowly moved it so that it was just above Joseph, so as long as his teacher moved and Joseph it should work. Though it was unlikely it work seeing as he can fly into a bunch of ravens at any time, he needed to do something.

NOW!

The purple haired girl was partially trapped from Yosuke’s attack, but in order to free herself she turned into a crow and flapped her wings to gain some air. In a flash, crow after crow popped up with a total of 20. Loud cawing surrounded Yosuke, the birds all flying around him before…

One bird swooped in, aiming to dive bomb Yosuke's face. Another shot itself to try and cut the pink haired boy with its beak. Another followed suit. Some of the birds joined Fosc to try and eat the casings.

Chitose did her damnedest to fight Joseph, to block his attacks, hit him, or at the very least make him break a sweat. Hearing Heisuke’s voice in her head gave her some assurance She threw another punch which Joseph blocked. Chitose was kicked in the side, but from the way she dodged it the tip of his shoe grazed her slightly.

Her fighting allowed Heisuke the benefit of a distraction, and the moment he told her to move, she leaped back and the dumpster fell. Joseph was gone, and there was a loud slam… But did they get him?

The dumpster didn’t move, but the birds surrounding them grew. The cawing of the ravens were encircling the hero and Heisuke. Chitose swallowed the lump in her throat, moving a bit back to be ready to protect Heisuke.

“B-Be ready… He might be building up a big attack…”

A feeling of victory swept over Heisuke realizing that he may have just defeated his rival, the floor in front of his teacher only left a dumpster, the body of Joseph no where to be seen. Did I crush him?

Though his question was soon answered when the flock of birds came flying from the bin and circled around his teacher, as well as the rest came circling him as well.

I’ll be okay...stay safe. With that the birds dove at Heisuke from every angle, from behind his ankles he stopped just barely from biting at his boots, next one came shooting at his chest, stopping it before it could cut, the next came to the back of his knees sinking it’s beak into this skin, causing him to fall back on his knees.

Using most of his last ditch efforts to not get torn to shreds, he was able to push all of the birds off his body causing a few to strike the walls and the others flying a couple of metres away.

Getting back up to his feet, he started to walk backwards away from the flock coming back for revenge. Suddenly Heisuke was lifted off from the floor, when he looked up he noticed the whole flock was picking the teen up from the air and towards the drop below.

SHIT! LET GO! GOD DAMMI-

The birds feet suddenly let go from his jacket when Heisuke felt him barreling towards the ground, his mind unable to stop himself from falling with the fear and panic of the drop below.

Yosuke figured that she'd pull something like this. His feet fell the the ground and he quickly uprighted himself trying his best to dodge the crows that were now assaulting him. Still, what was he supposed to do here?

He winced and grimaced as the birds cut him and tore at his skin, feeling the warm sticky sensation of blood oozing down his neck face. There were too many crows to incapacitate by himself. Furthermore, he wasn't exactly informed on the pressure point location of flighted birds. At best he might accidentally break a few bones. At worst he could kill one, and that definitely didn't sound good for Octavia.

That was when he noticed almost half the flock joining in on the golden feasting. "Oi-Oi! Stop that! Shit!" He needed to do something-anything! But as the crows continued to swarm him he fell to the ground, still being flocked by the murder that was Octavia. Lying on the ground, his eyes closed, he felt something. It was the shock baton! He picked it up and switched it on, holding it up in front of him out of desperation.

Octavia’s crows had eaten a few casings, but there was still a couple present on the ground. Yosuke seemed to have grabbed her shock baton and was now wielding it, but didn’t seem to have too much experience in the weapon.
Oooh, this could be fun~

The purple haired woman reformed before him, holding her metal sword in her hands as well. However, she didn’t hold the blade for long.

In a split second, throw the sword at Yosuke, the blade slicing through the wind heading straight for him. In that moment, Octavia turned into a crow again with a small flock behind her, all aiming to dive in and cut Yosuke.

Chitose batted the ravens away from her face, taking more cuts to her body as each bird tried divebombing to hit her. Some succeeded, others failed. However, the thing that worried her the most as she tried to listen for Heisuke was that his side of birds became mysteriously quiet, with a few caws sounding from far away.

She looked over her shoulder briefly, then immediately double checked. Her eyes widened in horror.

“Heisuke!”

Chitose batted the birds away again and ran towards the falling student, the flock of ravens following closely behind. She teleported again and grabbed Heisuke from the air before he could collide with the ground, taking more damage from Joseph’s ravens as she did so and brought the both of them to the ground again.

Joseph did not return to his original form. Instead, the ravens circled around them, cawing with each other as the villain seemed to be mocking them. They were completely closed off from Yosuke, and there was no doubt Joseph may begin attacking the other student too if they didn’t keep him busy.

“N-New plan. Stay close to me...I can’t let that happen again.” Chitose told the other.

Now she was terrified of the same thing happening to Yosuke… Fuck! How do you fight someone who can counter everything she did?!



Wait.

“Heisuke… How powerful is your quirk?” She asked him quietly.

As he swung the batton, it seemed that many of the crows flew away from him. He stood himself up, breathing heavily after fighting so hard until now. Damn it, he felt like he hadn’t accomplished anything. The other two still seemed like they weren’t fairing much better. Things weren’t looking good. Suddenly, Octavia reappeared in front of him, holding the blade towards him. But that didn’t last long is it soon was hurtled toward him with all he strength, soon followed by the murder of crows once again.

Yosuke knew he could deflect the sword, but the birds were the big problem, as they all swarmed him, cutting him and drawing blood. Still he raised one arm to protect his face, while he moved his other hand that was still cased in metal to parry to blade. This guy was toying with him. Yosuke looked at the blade coming towards him and knew what he had to do. He felt his finger clink against the sword, moving his hand downward to the side.

PSHINK

“Mmm… guh…” Yosuke grunted and tried to reclaim his voice, but the blade had embedded itself pretty well in the outer right hand side of his lower abdomen. He stumbled backwards, dropping the baton. He took a knee and tried to keep himself upright even through the pain of being stabbed, the only thing on his mind being “Stay awake… Stay awake… It’s not over yet, just stay awake…”

The wound was deep, but wasn’t immensely severe. He had made sure to miss any vitals or major arteries, but it was still dangerous. He just needed one second. All it would take was one moment where she let down her guard. This was the only thing he could think of

The air finally released from his lungs by the time Chitose was able to save him and gently back on the ground, his cough echoed caused from the drop. It sucked knowing she had to same him not once but twice in the same night, feeling more like a pedestrian than a hero.

That was until she was able to suggest an idea that could bring his confidence up “I’d say it’s well developed, I can lift almost 2 tons now.” He didn’t know what part of his quirk she was referring to but their wasn’t much point in explaining all that he could do.

The crows reformed to become Octavia again, the sweep of Yosuke allowed her to get a bit of his blood on her lips.

“Now isn’t that a pretty color~ It’s made even better when it comes from someone so beautiful…” Octavia licked her lips, a sinister smile on her face as she watched Yosuke bleed.

She picked up the baton he had dropped and turned it on, preparing to end it until…


Chitose was thankful that Heisuke had a good grasp on his quirk at least. She had a plan; something risky but it would allow for her to check in on everyone and end this sooner. However, they needed to rely on sheer luck if they wanted this to end as smoothly as possible.

“Hide next to those cans over there, and don’t move.” Chitose told him quietly. “Listen for Joseph’s thoughts. You’ll have the dumpster right in front of you, and perhaps a general direction of his location after you pick something up… Hopefully.”

In a split second, Chitose evaporated and her mist barrelled all around Heisuke, Joseph, Octavia, Yosuke, and the ravens that surrounded them, making it much harder for everyone to see. However, if the opponent was right in front of them, then this would be a free attack amongst the confusion.

“Eh?” Octavia murmured, suddenly unable to see the boy in front of her because of the thick mist that covered Fosc’s sight. Considering where Fosc had been watching the battle for Octavia, Yosuke was not so easily visible.

Heisuke hadn’t realized Yosuke’s current condition by the time Chitose was there to save him and bring him to safety, his own actions of revenge and selfishness had caused his friend to get hurt, if he kept going down this route there would be only death.

He had no idea about what his teachers plan was, it was his decision to entrust whatever she asked, he at least owed her that much.

Before he knew it, their whole area was surrounded by mist caused by Chitose, since the two had a huge advantage over the three just by sheer numbers in flocks. To give her credit her plan could actually work, using his telepathy to help identify where Joseph and Octavia were without giving their locations away.

Though hesitant to leave them alone, they have a better chance of surviving if Heisuke did what he was told to do. Sitting back behind the dumpster, he held his hands over his ears to help differentiate between verbal voices versus thoughts.

Right away three distinct thoughts were traced inside the mist, one coming from Chitose who was worried yet calm at the same time, he couldn’t place why.

"If you're hearing this, I'm right here Heisuke. Don't worry. Do your best, and I'll work with you."

Her ease and nature helped Heisuke calm down, even with all of his nerves and anxieties tied up inside him, he was able to keep a clear mind. The next was to Yosuke who was clearly in pain from his wound, it shocked him how strong-willed he was especially with the wound gushing blood at that moment, he was more concerned of saving Octavia than himself, surprising to Heisuke since he didn’t even know they were friends.

"Fuck shit why did I think this would be a good idea, this shit hurts so badly! Literally falling on my own goddamn sword good plan-"

The next mind he was able to identify was Octavia who seemed to be in complete horror of what was happening to her body, screaming inside.

"STOP ME! STOP ME PLEASE!"

As much as it hurt, Heisuke had to ignore her cries and focus on finding Joseph, his mind swept the mist for the killer until he finally pinpointed the man, just near feet away from Chitose and Yosuke.

"Ten feet north-east of you and Yosuke!" He spoke to his teacher before aiming the dumpster at his whereabouts, his only hope that the man wouldn't dodge the attack

With one telepathic throw, yet another dumpster came barreling at Joseph.

Yosuke watched, barely able to keep himself upright, as Octavia walked towards him after reforming, her lips stained with his blood. Still he was pissed right now.

She taunted him, but he looked up at her as she stood in front of him. He raised his hand, and flipped her off. "Fuck you." The last thing she would have noticed was the glint on his middle finger. The last casing he had and the same one that he used to parry the blade before. As soon as the mist rolled in, he launched the finger right where Octavia's forehead would have been.

He grit his teeth and ran forward, feeling his wound opening as he ran forward, each step dripping blood onto the streets. Still he pressed onward, and raised his index finger, jabbing it into her stomach to get her to bend over before slipping behind her.

"This is my Gold Standard."

He plucked several points along her back, each in combination would effectively paralyze her until she had a good rest. She would feel stiff even after recovering her ability to move, but for now it would keep her safe until she was able to be treated properly.

He thought, hoping Heisuke could hear him, "I've got her! We need to get out! I'll lose consciousness in a matter of minutes and Octavia is completely paralyzed for the time being."

Octavia was hit, and the body immediately fell stiff before falling forward and hitting the ground with a ‘thud.’ She could only smile, a giggle of excitement escaping her but the villain did not leave her body.

They were frozen too. Their only safety precaution was keeping inside of the purple haired girl’s body.

Meanwhile, Joseph was silent, listening for any footsteps that could give Heisuke away, or any movements in the mist that could give away Chitose. But before he could pinpoint something, the alarming rate of moving mist in front of him caught his attention first.

Heisuke was trying to hit him with the dumpster again.

Joseph made a plan to turn into a bird and try to locate Heisuke for an attack, so he moved to bird form and started flying to dodge, but a pair of hands grabbed his body and stopped him.

‘What?!’

Joseph struggled around the hands that squeezed him tight; he looked around to see that it was Chitose. She smiled at him.

“Not this time, you son of a bitch.”

Chitose didn’t move either. She understood that if she moved, Joseph would get free and avoid this attack. She needed to make sure there was impact this time.

Even if it meant getting hit herself.

Though Joseph pecked off parts of the skin of her fingers, struggled, and whipped himself around in her hands, he couldn’t free himself in time and thus both were hit with the dumpster that Heisuke threw at them. Before she could take too much impact, Chitose warped herself away, leaving the villain to take the brunt of the damage.

“Excellent work Heisuke.” Chitose thought to him with a smile.

It wouldn’t be long before they heard a small beeping. A beep coming from Joseph as the man got up from the ground. It seems the impact had given him a few broken bones; injuries he shrugged off.

Joseph looked at his watch for a brief moment, seemingly choosing not to address the heroes. Quick as a flash, he became a flock of ravens and headed in the direction of Octavia’s body.

Octavia, hearing the beeping and the flock of ravens coming their way, frowned in disappointment that it ended so soon. Regardless, the blue slime they had been searching for left through the crow girl’s eyes, nose, mouth, and ears until another person appeared right now to her.

A man, looking to be around Joseph’s age. Dark blue hair and sickly pale skin, temporarily paralyzed as well.

Joseph’s flock quickly swooped down, picked him up, and started to fly away.

Chitose warped through her mist, trying to catch up and try to stop him but the injuries she sustained from the dumpster forced her to the ground. The mist disappeared, and she could now see the extent of the damages.

With his final attack aimed through the mist, there was no way that he could predict if the blow would hit, thankfully within the first minute he was able to hear his teachers words of approval, his attack worked!

As the mist began to part, he was shocked to see Joseph still on his two feet, it was noticeable that the dumpster really did a beating on him but to him it seemed to be as serious as a stubbed toe.

His body though quite damaged readied for another attack, with Octavia incapacitated and Yosuke now mostly unable to fight, there was little chance of winning.

But as the beeping kept going off, he turned his head to see blue liquid oozing through Octavias face until another man was formed. Before he could even process what was happening, Joseph picked up the man and flew him to safety, leaving the four heroes hurt and bloody.

Heisuke took some time to catch his breath before turning to Octavia and Yosuke, both of them in bad condition. “Yosuke are you alright? Octavia…” Knowing the damage that villain put on Octavia, he was worried if Octavia would ever wake up.

“I’ll… I‘ll be fine.” He smiled through the pain. He had sweat dripping from his brow, and he could feel his eardrums pounding, and the blood soaking into the now deeply stained maroon cloth.

He fell to his knees and threw up from the pain, the retching only causing him to fall into even more immense pain. “Fuck! Nnngh… Probably wasn’t my smartest ide-ah! We should h-hurry out of here…”

He was going to need some help standing, having finally had a moment of respite, the adrenaline was wearing off, and all he could feel was the pulsating pain of his wound. “Never let me do that aga-ah ow ow ow…”

Still, in spite of this, they had managed to save someone. Even if the villains managed to escape.

Chitose didn’t look all that great either. Having been hit by a dumpster and cut up by ravens again, the adrenaline of the battle was leaving her quickly. The pain was stinging her wounds like crazy and the blood loss made her feel light headed.

“H-Heisuke…” She murmured, a hand on her head as she swayed a bit from side to side. “Call for help...” Chitose managed before falling to her knees, trying to fight for consciousness until medical services could arrive.
 
Port Hostage Crisis Circus
Amaris, Charlotte, Cupie, and Isamu v. Psychotris and Birby
Collab with: @Thaleko @EmperorsChosen @Jessica2477 and @RedArmyShogun

As the Cat Girl escapes or uses her own quirk to trip up Amaris, slowly but surely the group is lead to the docks, or at least an old shutdown portion of it. Nearby a warehouse stood empty, or so it would have been, with broken glass and an empty loading yard, empty containers dotted the landscape. A laugh all too familiar from the video would ring out, almost as if inviting them all in, closer, the cat girl was seemingly gone as the stray cats kept their distance from the building, though the fact they still hung in the area said much and more. Of note Charlotte would be able to psychichly sense the probing presence of the other, thick with malice and hatred it was probing into the mind of another.. Forcefully and as if to be aiming to awaken yet something else.

Isamu’s words were sensible. She’d try to follow what he said. But as he said, this weird villain girl was simply leading them somewhere no matter her use of shadows. She eventually popped out of the shadow of a cat, and stepped over to the group once more. Amaris glanced over at the warehouse which was the obvious destination, hearing the laughter coming from within. Once more she offered. “I can sscout usiing the shhadows.”

Isamu’s plan was solid, Cupie knew that much, and the cat girl left them no choice but to continue on whatever the fuck kind of game of chicken they were dealing with to get to their parents and the kid. She felt like they were being led into some sort of trap, and she could only pray that they weren’t walking into some firing squad ready to kill them.

Amaris mentioned her shadows, and Cupie gave her a few nods in acknowledgement, “Then do it. Just be careful.”

Charlotte nodded to Isamu’s suggestion, though it was more out of indifference than agreement. They wanted them to follow, shadowing the cats would prove pointless, or so the girl believed. There weren’t traps or anything of the sort; at least none that Charlotte could see with her eyes. It was a little different when they got to the warehouse.

“Let me see what I can first, then you can go in to look for anything I can’t from here,” Charlotte said.

Charlotte gazed within, then scowled as her brow furrowed. There were the hostages, she could see that much. While a bit away, there was no mistaking her father. Then there was Isamu’s mom, and a pink blob which could only be Cupie’s. However, there were also others. Two, neither of which looked like the small girl they followed.

“I see my dad… Isamu’s mom… and Cupie’s too. I don’t see the girl anywhere… but there’s two others I don’t recognize,” Charlotte warned. “One’s… standing in a weird posture. Then there’s a smaller one surrounded by a bright light like an aura. I can’t see anyone else or any traps.”

Giving her briefing, she nodded to Amaris, giving her the green light to go ahead.

Isamu hummed, trying to reason out a bit of whatever it was that could be awaiting them. This wasn't good. "Be careful Amaris," he urged the girl before placing his hand on Charlotte's shoulder.

"Hey," he said, giving her shoulder a light squeeze. "We're gonna do everything we can to save them," he said softly, trying to reassure her as best he could. It was hard. He was scared and worried himself, but he knew if he started thinking about all that could go wrong, then it likely would.

The bigger issue now, was the fourth hostage. Honoka didn't appear to be there. So, where was she? And who were the two in the warehouse? What were their quirks?

Isamu's eyes shifted from the neapolitan haired girl to the warehouse. "It would probably be smart to try and lure them out of the warehouse." But how? How could they do that without endangering the civilians? He grit his teeth. Thinking of his mom as just a civilian. Of course he couldn't do that.

Leaving the group outside of her walls, the woman seems to look directly at Charlotte before grinning ear to ear, turning her attention back to the other in an attempt to drive her quirk haywire. “Hehehahaha… The shadow may come to play but the hostages I should flay, till the pieces are set I would rather they fret.. I care not what the plan may be, for my revenge shall be for all to see!”

For now she ignores those outside, partially but does levitate her tied hostages towards her, keeping them suspended over the floor, any rescue would need to be sudden, but it would also prevent any direction actions to stop what she was doing. Ultimately it became a gamble, one the woman was curious on the outcome of. The little cat girl had warned her prior, speaking of where was that little brat and her camera? Glancing around it made no matter, for life was but a play and this was the grand stage.

Wait. That was not the information they had been given. Amaris listened to what Charlotte saw, turning towards the dual-haired girl. “Thhat… iz worrying,” she began. Now she wasn’t so sure about going in at all. She rubbed her arm. “I… a hosstage iz missiiing. Two hosstiles. One withh ssome power you can seee..” She shook her head. “I do not like thiss.”

Still, she didn’t figure anything could touch her in the shadows. So, with furrowed brow, Saigo no Kage, slipped into some shadows and entered the warehouse carefully. This wasn’t like other times she had infiltrated, they knew she would be coming. It wasn’t like they didn’t know her power -which frustrated Amaris. Her power was more useful when it wasn’t known. The enemies were confident, even with the little shadow-walker there. That meant this was risky, but how risky?

Upon entering the warehouse, she moved between shadows until she could get a proper picture of what was going on. The hostages were floating.. And one girl -who appeared to be the villain behind it, was pulling them closer to her. Amaris again wasn’t so sure about trying anything at this point.

Cupie’s eyebrows had furrowed hearing Charlotte’s report about the inside of the warehouse. Most of the hostages accounted for, but the psycho bitch from the video had an accomplice, and the child was missing. What did they do to the kid?

...She wasn’t dead, was she?

The pink haired girl shook the thought out of her head. No, Honoka was far more useful to them alive than dead. The only reason they’d kill her was to send a message to the father, or if they just hated him and had nothing to lose.

Isamu’s plan of luring them out was solid, but that was wishful thinking wasn’t it? The villains in there had to be smart enough to know leaving their hostages alone for even a second would be detrimental to their plan.

She looked to Charlotte and Isamu. “Your call, Captains.”

Charlotte jumped a bit, feeling the sudden contact on her shoulder. Looking back at Isamu, the girl’s face faltered a moment. She gave a small nod in response as she reached a hand up to grasp his, followed by a sigh. Gazing within the confines of the walls again, her expression sterned again.

“They know we’re here… unsurprisingly… One of them looked right at me…” Charlotte stated.

They had all the cards, but they had to have called them there for a reason. If they just wanted to hurt them, killing the hostages on video would’ve been fine. Something else was going on. But what? And was there some kind of strategy they could do? Charlotte couldn’t think of any, at least none that got rid of the pit in her stomach.

“...We have to go in,” Charlotte said definitively. “Amaris can keep to the shadows… even if we can’t protect for some reason, she can. Short of getting rid of all darkness, we haven’t seen a way to completely counter her quirk. The rest of us will have to make our presences known; we’re the ones they want, after all. They kidnapped our families, not Amaris’.”

Stating that, she began walking forward, entering the warehouse as she saw no other way. At least if something went wrong, they had Amaris for backup, waiting for a prime moment.

Isamu was glad he could reassure Charlotte, if only for a moment. This wasn't good. Even if they'd planned for the group to follow or show up, this was too much. How did she know where...

"The damn psychic..." he said as the blonde who'd killed Rintaro flashed into his mind. So it was more than telekinesis. Goddammit, that made any semblance of planning useless. Even if he'd come up with the perfect strategy, she would know it.

So what could they do? What? Charlotte was approaching the warehouse, Amaris was using the shadows, Cupie would follow their lead. "Fuck." He glowered as he began to charge forward. "We have to hurry. Don't worry about a plan. Watch each other. Move accordingly. Just give it everything you got to try and get the hostages safe." The hostages. Saying that felt so impersonal, but the more he thought of his mother the madder he got.

Isamu inhaled deeply, spitting three bombs toward the entrance. In all fairness, they could have just walked in, but if it was who he was thinking about, playing it cautious wasn't smart. The resulting explosion wouldn't endanger anyone, but the act itself would hopefully prompt some form of reaction from the crazy psychic, even if only for a second. He could use a resulting screen of dust to get in. The would leave Charlotte, Cupie, or Amaris a chance to try something themselves. Hopefully anyway. But if he planned, gave them ideas, anything, it wouldn't help. So he just had to hope. His bombs weren't much an option when she had human shields at the ready.

So far she had not sensed Amaris, her powers while impressive were not omnipotent and the Catgirl had provided an advanced warning. Focusing on her task, she seemed to almost have reached activating the small girls quirk to an extent it was never meant to be, it would be fairly amusing to set her free upon all of them and the hostages.

Reading others wasn’t too much like in the movies she had to reflect, it was more like feeling intentions, feelings, the mind was far too complex to snatch words or abstract thought from, even one such as she who’s own mind was in constant turmoil.. But she could sense in them things that amused her greatly, fear, anger, urgency, like moths to a flame they danced for Psychotris.

Speaking to the sister of Ichirou she grins widely as her purple pulsing aura enters the other; “It’s time to rise and shine..rise and shine and smell the ashes.”

The girl was tied up, blindfolded, and terrified out of her mind. The way her captor spoke to her, so eerily, so chillingly that it sent shivers up her spine. The center of her chest was glowing a fiery red and orange orb, leaving a trail of glow with each trembling movement. Honoka’s breathing was quick, all attempts to calm her down was for naught because of the psychotic woman that knew how to keep her on edge.

“J-J-Just kill me already… P-Please…” A small, hoarse little voice squeaked out. The little girl wanted to disappear and escape. Her wrists were bloody and completely shredded from her panicked attempts of escape, tear stains evidence on her cheeks. Honoka had screamed, and screamed, and screamed, but every time she did she was told to be quiet or the villain would tease her and immediately made her be quiet.

But now, Honoka was losing it.

“I-I don’t want pain… P-Please don’t hurt me… P-Please…! D-Dad...Mom...Ichi...Ch-Chi… I-I don’t wanna die…”

A soft whimper, her breathing and heart rate increased rapidly. Once more, in her panic, Honoka fought against the restraints.

“I DON’T WANNA DIE I DON’T WANNA DIE-”

Her hands struggled against the bonds, further staining the ties crimson.

“IDON’TWANNAIDON’TWANNAIDON’TWANNA-”

A fire erupted from Honoka’s chest, a tidal wave of flames barreling throughout the buildings with a force strong enough to break all of the windows in the room that contained Honoka. Honoka’s physical body became fire, and a loud, screeching roar exploded from the building that was quickly turning to ash.

I DON’T WANT TO DIIIIIEEEEEEE!

The ground shook a bit under Cupie’s feet, the force of the sudden eruption of fire shot heated winds at the group as a large, burning phoenix made completely of fire came out of the building. The monster spread its wings, emitting a screech so loud that it forced the pink haired girl to cover her ears, before the large bird was beginning to attack anything in its path.

“Wh-What the fuck is that?!” Cupie cried out.

Amaris saw an opportunity. The villain seemed to be preoccupied with.. something. Then there was the smokescreen Isamu had provided. Dashing over, Saigo no Kage exited her shadows just enough to determine the fate of the hostages. They were tied up.. and floating.. But hopefully that wouldn’t matter.

Unfurling her umbrella, and gathering as many shadows as she could in a concentrated mass. She wrapped shadow-tendrils around the ankles of the hostages, and then pulled them into the mass. She clenched her teeth at the small struggle. It was tough to pull them from the woman’s psychic hold over them. However… it seemed she was focused elsewhere. Whether that was good or not, remained to be seen.

This close, Amaris could hear the screaming of… someone who seemed to be in distress. Yet, her objective currently, was the hostages. And with the villain’s mind focused on this other individual, it meant Amaris could yank the hostages away. Keeping them in a mass of pillowed shadows, she hurriedly rushed back outside.

Only to hear the loud scream, or rather screech, and feel the building explode in flames, which briefly knocked her off her feet. Though she fell, she kept her control over the shadows that held the hostages. Only, now she had to rush! Those flames would quickly evaporate any shadows. “Issamu! Chharlotte!” she called. Charlotte’s own psychic powers, in particular, could help carry the hostages to safety. And they needed to hurry! Or those flames would burn them all.

Amaris turned back at Cupie’s shrill question. Her bright purple eyes fixating on what brought the question out of Cupie. “Uhhh~?... It lookss like a.. A phoenixx!” she said voice shaky, betraying her fear, recalling the mythical fiery bird. It was hard to make rhyme or reason of what they were witnessing though.

Charlotte watched carefully as they made their way inside. Isamu had blown the doors open, creating an entryway and debris to cover them. The girl watched through the dust and smoke, particularly wary of the ball of light that only appeared to grow brighter, until it practically exploded and burst towards them.

“Watch out!” Charlotte called as it flew from the building.

She watched in surprise and confusion as the phoenix circled the air above them, seemingly attacking at random. Charlotte’s attention was only grasped by Amaris shouting for her and, upon seeing the hostaged, the foreigner frantically flew closer and lifted the hostages with her quirk.

“You’ll be fine… you’ll be fine…” It was an uncertainty if Charlotte was mumbling more to herself or the hostages. Either way, even if they had the civilians, the giant fire bird was another matter entirely. “...If I can keep it still, do you think you guys can stun it?”

She wasn’t sure how long she’d be able to hold it for, but if Cupie or Isamu could get a good couple of hits in, shey should be home free. It didn’t seem like the clown or the cat wanted to risk burning just to get in the way.

“HAHAHAHA AH AHAHAHAHA HA!” Stretching her arms out side to side, she was highly impressed with what she had managed to overcome. Psychotris had a triumphant look to her face. She had done it, done what? Well that didn’t matter, just like a name. Laughing as she pulled a mask to her face, the woman couldn’t care less about the hostages, the shadow one must have grabbed them at some point. She would burn just like everything else, yes all of them and with luck so would much of Tokyo before someone would end this show of pure beauty.

With a subtle directing of her own quirk she set the bird forward in motion towards them all as she hovered directly behind it, not doing much to attract the attention of the other. Calling out to the students she speaks. “When a quirk runs wild it’s a truly wondrous thing! Now class 1A or whoever you all may be.. I suggest you all act quickly before the spring. As I’m sure you all can see.”

Stretching her arms behind the flying beast, she moves to slike an opera mask over her face, half black and half white, clashing yet fitting to her outfit, the eyes were also colored to the reverse with matching symbols one would find on the playing card of a joker.

“What ever will you do? For this is no mere beast but the sister of a classmate, ahaha!”

Isamu took a deep breath. Amaris had attempted first to save the hostages. Yes! He could atta--

"What the hell is-?" He didn't have time to really question things as flames began to erupt throughout the room. His eyes widened. He had to move fast. Immediately he punched in a code to his chemical synthesizers. The result of that was a chemical mixture. Maybe he couldn't do it like Masaru, but he could make a little ice himself. He swallowed the mixture quickly, spitting multiple bombs around the ceiling.

The resulting ice would quickly melt, allowing for a pseudo rain like affect. His mom, Charlottes, dad, and Cupie's mom would likely be a little wet by the time they were free of the building, but it’d put a damper on the flames. Plus, it would help keep them a bit more safe from the blaze.

Still, there had to be more to it. Before the introduction of the Phoenix, he'd heard a scream blending into the screech.

He turned to glance at Psychotris who soon left the building herself. This wasn't part of her quirk. So, what was it? And where was Honoka? He groaned in frustrated as he turned and ran back out of the warehouse. The blonde was crazy but he was pretty sure she wouldn't attack them. She wanted to see what they'd do. This was more about breaking them down, watching everything burn, than it was about getting rid of them. At least, that was what he thought.

"I can manage that," he said, just in time to catch Charlotte's plan. "But something about this still isn't right." Where had the bird come from? Did it even have a physical form? Was it real?

Isamu growled once again. "We've gotta free our parents so they can get to cover. Worst case, I've got something I'd been working on, but it's kind of a last resort," he said, speaking as quickly as his mouth would allow as he punched another set of codes into his chemical synthesizers. He held one tight and threw the other in his mouth, chomping down on it with a crunch as he stared down the flaming bird.

"I'm ready when you guys are." Though he said that, it wasn't like they had much of a choice with the insane villain sending the bird flying there way. Dammit... How?! How was she doing this? What was that....

Isamu stopped for a moment, mouth agape in shock. "Fuck! Get out of the way!" He shouted as he leaped back, spitting a few bombs at the bird. On contact with the flames they would burst into what was a foam like substance. Normally, this would bind or hold down the target, but he had no doubt in his mind that it would simply burn away in the flames. Hopefully it could slow the beast a bit though. He'd been piecing it together, but he had to admit, he might have hurt Honoka before realizing what the phoenix was had Psychotris not flat out told them. This was gonna be harder than he thought.

"Amaris, can you try to distract Psychotris?" He wasn't expecting her shadows to do much to the bird, but if she could distract the villain seemingly controlling it, he and Charlotte could come up with a plan. Maybe Cupie's quirk could help, but against someone veritably insane, there was no telling what it could do.

Amaris shook her head, realizing her mistake. “Bombss Away, Chevvalier, I mean..” she corrected herself. Though this was probably not the time. Her purple eyes focused on Charlotte -or rather- Chevalier coming over as she had called for her, to use her psychic powers and help carry off the hostages. “There are only thhree there..” Amaris pointed out quickly. Indicating that the small female was not counted among them.

After Chevalier carried off the hostages, Saigo no Kage turned back around, pulling shadows up to her from where she could gather them. Swiping them at the rampaging fire bird, they did very little, burning away by the flames’ light before even touching it.

To see her quirk burn so effortlessly away, and provide literally no help was demoralizing. The purple-eyed, pale vampire felt defeated. It was her first time feeling like this. However, she perked up when she heard Bombs Away call to her.

“Huh? Oh, yesss,” Amaris nodded, “I can do thhat!” Diving into what little shadows remained in front of the bird, she darted off. Psychotris was floating behind the rampaging bird, that they had all determined was the missing hostage. Which Amaris realized was the origin of the screams of agony she had heard. It would be difficult to engage the floating telekinetic, but far from impossible.

Coming out of the shadows just enough, she lifted a beam of debris from what had already been destroyed, and slingshotted it from her shadows right at Psychotris.

“Oh ho? You dare approach me? Or something like that.” Throwing up a mental barrier, the others eyes were hidden from view though she broke into a wide grin. “Very well shall we dance the Balalaika? I invite you to a night of wonderment! Welcome to the Night Circus where the night never ends! But First I do thank you for such gifts!” Redirecting some of the thrown objects back to the bird, the other cackles it would not do if she didn’t rampage. The question was ultimately what to do with the girl when all was said and done.

“Oh dear have I made a mistake? Ah yes the cookies I was baking I think I may have thrown them out or was that the ham… Ah yes the bird, I guess when all is said and done I could drown her in the ocean, see if she comes back to life.”

As the clown appeared once again, Charlotte’s eyes narrowed in contempt. Oh, how the girl wished to hurt her; to slam her into the earth with as much force as Chevalier could muster. However, they had to prioritize saving the hostages and then dealing with the large bird. Plus, Charlotte knew that the moment she stopped to interact with her father her resolve would take a hit, as so she powered through it, pushing any emotional thoughts back down. During this, Charlotte almost didn’t catch what the clown had said.

“Wait… sister…?” Charlotte repeated to herself as her eyes widened. “Isamu, be careful what you throw! That’s the last hostage!”

That complicated things, but Isamu’s quirk wasn’t necessarily violent and Cupie had versatility to incapacitate. Amaris was already buying time with the villain as Honoka came in for another dive. Charlotte was quick to hoist the civilians out of the way, holding her open umbrella out as a buffer for any split flames or sparks.

“Bombs Away, can you make something to burn or cut through the bindings quickly?” The sooner she stopped having to worry about the parents, the sooner she could help pin Honoka. “Cupie, once I hold her down, hit her with the strongest stun you have. We can’t hurt her!”

Not only did they have the fucking clown to deal with, but now there was a giant fucking phoenix going around destroying everything in a nearby radius. Shit shit shit! They just came here to grab some fucking hostages, not deal with this crap!

Regardless, Cupie wasn’t going to sit by and watch her friends do all the work themselves. She needed to help them!

And, turns out, their last hostage was the fucking bird. GREEAAAAAAT!

Cupie put up some hearts a bit of distance away from everyone. The glass was thick, and while it wouldn’t sustain the heat for very long, it would buy them time from the fire getting closer to them. The pink haired girl heard her instructions from Charlotte and gave a few nods. “Alright. I’m heading as close as I can get. I’ll be careful.” She assured, looking towards the sky. The bird itself was flying low, everything coming into contact with the bird itself or the streams of fire shooting from its mouth quickly caught aflame.

Cupie cursed and got a move on. With her heart platforms she started making a run for getting closer towards the bird. She loaded her weapons with red hearts with the intent to try and stun the bird that way.

If the bird couldn’t find a target in close proximity, then it would give them ten minutes to pin it down. That would be, hopefully, enough time to do something to contain it.

She fired her red heart bullets at it, slowly making a red cloud in the sky that was beginning to mess with the bird’s flight pattern. The damn thing was purposely avoiding Cupie’s quirk; not as stupid and out of control as they first thought.

Dance the?.. Amaris recognized that as a russian folk dancing. “I do not dancce withh my enemiess~” she pointed out, without an ounce of irony. She glanced around her. It seemed some sort of mental barrier had been projected around her and the villain, cutting her off from her allies. Not good.

Still, it came with the unusual benefit of allowing her shadows to persist. As she was no longer bothered by the raging phoenix. That was at least good. With a glance back, she would just have to hope -and believe- her allies could handle the fiery bird alone, while she distracted the masked villain.

Her attack had been easily deflected by her psychic powers. All while she spouted some nonsense that Amaris didn’t understand. “Huh?..” she murmured. “This bitchh be crazy~” she murmured aloud. Still, she had to continue her assault, if she was to distract her. And maybe she would miss blocking something. That was hopeful, but as of right now that was the plan.

A grin found its way to Saigo no Kage’s maroon lips. “You know what~? Ssaigo no Kage will dancce withh you! Pssychotriss!” She raised up her hands, shadows lifting up many different pieces of debris. “Grrhr~..” she focused hard on the shadow constructs. Some shadows flung pieces of debris at Psychotris, and others formed slingshots to fire them with more force at her.

As Cupie made her way up to fire at the bird, Charlotte could see it taking evasive maneuvers. It wasn’t moving or attacking randomly; perhaps on instinct. Either way, with the bird focused on avoiding the debris of Cupie’s quirk, Charlotte could focus less of her quirk on the hostages and more on the enemy itself.

It wouldn’t look like much from Charlotte, but she used her quirk to take hold of the bird. She would try to pull Honoka down to the ground and pin her, but at the very least the telekinetic tug would slow her down a bit like someone trying to sprint in water.

Isamu sucked his teeth. His attack had done little to slow down the fire bird. Luckily, Charlotte was on their side. The only better scenario would have been to have Heisuke in addition to her. He could help off set the psychic villain's manipulation. More soothing thoughts. But Charlotte had left him with the job of freeing their parents.

"Right, leave it to me," he said as he turned to run toward the hostages. He swallowed the other orb of chemicals he'd made before and took a deep breath. "Let's try this," he whispered to himself.

He started with Cupie's mother, created a small bomb about the size of a paper ball, spitting it directly at the ropes binding the woman. Upon contact it burst into flame. A small bomb like this he could control. It just took a little extra time. Note to self: add knife to equipment.’ he thought as he got her freed and moved onto the next hostage, Charlotte's father. It was easier this time, quicker. And then finally his mother.

"Isamu! What is-"

"There's no time mom! You guys have to get to cover and stay out of danger." he ordered them as he chomp into another quickly synthesized ball of chemicals. He created three new bombs. "These are my first aid bursts. Pop them over a wound if you're hurt. Otherwise, save them until you need them," he said, giving one to each of his parents. God what he would have given to hug his mom and reassure her that things were fine. He hated treating this like it was business as usual. But right now Charlotte was trying to pin a rampaging phoenix, Cupie was trying to use her hearts to help stun it, and Amaris was stuck fighting the crazy clown that evidently made Jojo references.

"Now go," Isamu said as he ran back to try and help the others. He wasn't sure what to do though. The boy could come up with a million plans to take the creature down, but he couldn't cause it might hurt the little girl. If this didn't work the next bet would be for one of them to try and help Amaris take down the crazy bitch tormenting the little girl.

Laughing maniacally the girl meets the flung mass of Material with a visible wave of purple flame like aura enveloping her body then the objects in question, stopping them one by one before she sends a handful of them back the rest are kept above her body circling.

“My, my, such beauty but alas such heart wrenching duty!” Catching the slingshotted pieces after the fact, they did seem close to hitting her with the sheer amount of force they were carrying. “Kage no whataboutism?” Shaking her head with a shrug the later pieces align themselves for what seemed to be a bombardment. “Now how about a game of catch!” Throwing the materials back with her Telekinesis it seemed Amaris had succeeded in fixing the attention of Psychotris, upon herself and not on the rest.

“H!” The telekinetic powers of this woman was very troublesome. She had hoped that even one piece could get through! But that didn’t seem to be the case. When the pieces of debris were sent back at her, Amaris dodged to the side, then leaped away, only to feel something cut against her cheek, and her side. “Ah!” she cried out.

When the bombardment was thrown her way, she dove back into her shadows, the debris crashing against the ground where she had just been.

In the shadows, Amaris touched her cheek, a cut leaking blood. Then her side; another cut, leaking blood. Good, she needed to power up her shadows.. Rising out of the shadows, she was biting her arms, blood dripping into the dark pool she was in. The shadows changing into a slick coppery color. “Hya!” she called, hand going up, and a mass of copper shadows flying at Psychotris to crash into her.

“Ho?” Watching as the other crashed into the ground, the show of blood was welcomed, however the counterattack came as a bit of a surprise. Trying to bend them and send them back with the same amount of force she had before, she found the material of these was much less, a more focused touch would be needed. Readjusting her power, a few of the copper shadows did manage to reach her, returning the cuts in kinda. Angry at this the other stares, quietly and with a look of contempt before screaming out; “Pale one that cuts me so..I hate, hate, hate you!” With that she seems to discard her hover, with a shield of aura keeping dust and the like from her body as she seems to accept the challenge to fight the other, a pulse of energy forms in her hand, force pushing itself into the grouping of shadows.

Amaris was surprised to hear the villain hated her. Was it that easy to earn her hate? At least she had managed to scratch the villain.. Who seemed so dominant in her mental defenses. Then suddenly she blasted her shadows with some mental pulse energy. “Ghh!” The vampire pushed back, trying to maintain her shadows, and defend against that mental energy attack.

Straining her power, while still defending against the mental attack, Amaris held up her other hand, and four shadow tendrils slid out from the four cardinal directions around Psychotris and pulled back before slamming down against her.

Charlotte’s father was quick to take the medical balls, rubbing his wrists a bit from the confines. As Isamu told them to move, he gave a nod and started ushering the other two parents away towards some cover nearby.

“You kids be careful!” He called out before moving to get out of their hair. Much as he was worried about them and his daughter specifically, he knew there wasn’t much they could do to help.

Charlotte, once free of worrying for the hostages, could focus her full attention on Honoka. She rose a hand forward to help feel a “grasp” on the phoenix, before tugging downward forcefully and attempting to hold the bird to be stationary. It was obviously a stress as evident by the expression on her face; a target that large and that unwilling to sit still was hardly an easy feat to keep motionless.

The sudden pull on the bird did mess with the flight pattern as well, but the startling tug against it made the phoenix flag and struggle against the invisible binds, spreading waves of fire around everyone and thing near it. One of those people being Cupie.

The fire streamed and swept over the heart platform she stood on, the heat breaking it and making Cupie fall a good few feet before she summoned another platform to recover.

“Fuck! Fucking bird, piss off!” Cupie growled.

She jumped lower, using more platforms to bring her down to a safer distance to the ground. There was no way she was going to risk another fall like that again; not while the bird was thrashing everywhere.

What she did notice, though, was that if she aimed correctly, she would have a good shot at the villain.

She smirked and loaded up one of her pistols, took aim, and fired. She would aim at and around the clown woman. The sharp noises and the sudden red gas would definitely be enough to alert Amaris what was happening and for her to take action to avoid it.

Isamu was shocked by the sheer power of the phoenix, and scared when Cupie almost fell. "I... I don't think you'll be able to pin it Charlotte." As much as he wanted to have faith in the neapolitan girl, the bird was much too large, and they had very few options to actually incapacitate it without harming the girl. He swallowed hard with an audible gulp. "I have an idea, but it's a little risky," he said softly as he placed his hand on Charlotte's shoulder.

"Just try to hold Honoka for another minute. I know you can do it," he said softly before taking a few steps away. Isamu took a deep breath, clenching his fists as he exhaled slowly. Energy began to rush out of every pore in his body. He grunted and groaned, squeezing one of his eyes shut. It hurt so much. He could feel his body changing, transforming. "Grr--aaah--" He winced before everything exploded out of his for a brief moment before being sucked back in, green energy coating his body, his new body, like a sort of protective aura.

Isamu stood their for a moment, his chest heaving up and down for a moment. "This won't help me much." he said as he removed his jacket. He let it drop to the ground with a heavy thud leaving him in just the sleeveless undershirt. He was remarkably smaller now, at least in terms of width. Whatever he had done, had worked as far as diets worked, though now wasn't the time for him to fixate on that.

Cupie looked poised to help Amaris, Charlotte could certainly use a break from the no doubt exhaustive use of her quirk. What would she do he wonder? Help take down Psychotris? Check on her father finally?

"Don't worry. I'll Save Honoka," he said as he shot off the ground like a rocket toward the bird.

Isamu was still a little shaky on how he was going to do that, but he certainly would. "Honoka! Can you hear me?" he asked first. Of course he would try to talk to her, but he couldn't get up to the girl without straining Charlotte, or doing this given her new fiery appearance. "How are you gonna teach me more about My Hero Rising if you're a rampaging phoenix. Come on, between you and your sister, I was shocked how good you guys were." If he could come her down at first, the riskier plan wouldn't need to see the light of day.

Meeting the other in direct combat Psychotris laughs a bit as she focuses her power, when suddenly she is hit by one of Cupie’s hearts, which proved to have, very, very, very mixed results. Gripping the side of her head and tilting it sideways her hands and fingers were around her mouth and eyes much like a yandere as bit by bit she became even more crazed than before. “So Pretty..so pretty..I hate..hate. Hate, hate, HATE YOOOOU!!” Screaming, her psychic pressure carries through the air like a banshee’s shriek, impacting with the world around her, items were cast, in others things dented. “GET OUT, GET OUT, GET OUT NO, NO STAY, NO LEAVE NO YES YES NO YES DESTROY! DESTROY! DESTROY! HEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!” With that she just starts to throw all semblance of control and caution to the wind as she focuses a grip towards Amaris, the other would feel an invisible force pushing around her neck as the other smiles from ear to ear continuing her psychotic laugh, forgetting the bird and all else.

“I’ll preserve your eyes! You’ll be with me forever!”

Amaris noticed Cupie’s attack just before it exploded onto the villain. Then the smoke went into her and.. She began ranting incoherently. Which only put the vampire hero on edge. She prepared for Psychotris’s next attack, shying back from her screeching nonsense.

Then suddenly she felt intense pressure on her neck, pressing down on her windpipe. “Ah! AHH ahh~!” Amaris stumbled, hands going up to her throat, finding nothing there. Her eyes blinked, and she gurgled, trying to gain breath. She faintly wondered if Cupie had meant to help.

Amaris’s only recourse was to focus her shadows and crash them against the psychic villain with enough force to stop her psychic attack on her throat.

Within the depths of the roaring fire, Isamu would be able to make out a form of a small girl in fetal position, her hands covering her face in what looked like an attempt to block out the rest of the world. The trembling in her voice was very much present, and though her voice was small, it could be heard in the moments that the bird stopped screeching.

“I-I don’t want pain… I don’t want this… N-No more… not again... “

Honoka didn’t seem to be hearing Isamu, at least not at first.

“First those ladies… Brown hair, circle glasses… White hair, red eyes… Th-They wanted to kill me… I don’t want pain… I don’t it to happen agai--”

Though her eyes opened, the fire form did not accentuate the details to signify so. I-Isamu?

There seemed to be a slight bit of hope, but if Isamu tracked her moments, he could see the form do what looked to be a clawing at the face motion before Honoka was slapping herself with both hands. S-Stop..! Stop destroying things! D-Don’t let Birby hurt people… Kill me instead..! Kill me instead!”

Meanwhile, Cupie was downright confused at the sudden turn of what was supposed to be love but instead turned into some kind of psychotic episode.

A psychotic episode that was going to kill Amaris if she didn’t do something to stop it.

FUCK!

Cupie moved back onto the ground and pointed her weapons at the clown woman. Fuck, uuuhhhhh, uhhhh, something to get her off of Amaris! What did psycho bitches in love hate the most?!

...Right, that’s what they hated most. But any sort of distraction was better than nothing; even for a second.

She loaded pink hearts into her guns instead, wondering what sort of effects she’d get if the gases mixed, if any.

“Oi, bitch!” She yelled out, “I’m here to kick your ass and steal your girl; what the hell you gonna do about that?!”

Was it the smartest move? No. But, what the fuck else could she do? She wasn’t seeing Amaris as “that creepy freak from class,” but rather, someone who was about to die if Cupie didn’t do anything. Even though this was someone she was creeped out by, she needed to put aside her stupid emotions and try to help.

With that being said, she quickly fired at the clown woman to try and break her concentration (and hold on Amaris), and or get the villain’s attention on her. Best case scenario, Amaris is alive. Worst case, they’re both dead.

Between the shadows and the sudden interference, Psychotris released her hold as she suffers a few cuts, her shield down for the time being. Looking at the other she just smiles, and smiles, not even noticing or caring she was bleeding from a few places. Replicating the actions of Charlotte in the school festival and then some. Lifting several forklifts, a door, parts of the warehouse roof, a truck, basically anything and everything around her as it hovers above her head, her smile gone, eye pupils shrinking as if looking at something in disgust. “THEN YOU SHALL SHARE HER FATE!” With that she hurls the collection of stuff, putting her body into it as she swings her arms downwards, legs spread apart, aiming for the two.

She felt the hold on her neck break, and Saigo no Kage fell to a knee, coughing, rubbing where the psychic hold had been squeezing. She glanced over at the pink-haired hero that had helped free her. Then up at the villain. “NO! No! Aughh gah!” Amaris coughed and sputtered, realizing that shouting at that moment only brought pain to her throat.

Even still, it was her turn to save Cupie. She waved her hands, and shadows bent up over Cupie to give her a momentary shield against Psychotris’s attack. Which was enough to protect the pink-haired hero from the psychic attack, debris bouncing off of the formless black mass. Each strike straining Amaris’s authority over the shadows.

However, in ignoring her own peril, Amaris felt something strike her. Freezing briefly, she looked down. There was a piece of rebar sticking out of her stomach area. Blood welling and seeping from the fresh wound.

Honoka seemed to be in so much pain. Isamu grit his teeth. How could they hurt a little girl like this? Well... Psychotris was certifiably insane. But it was such a change. So many of the villains seemed off, but at least they had some sort of rhyme or reason. Some wouldn't cross certain lines. At least, that was how he saw it.

Her form moving within the phoenix only served to worry him more. She was in so much pain. So much... "I know it hurts Honoka, but try to think of your family, you mom, Ichirou, Chiasa, you dad," he said, his complete focus on the bird. At least Honoka was no longer inadvertently hurting anyone.

But Honoka didn't know that. She was hurting. Not only that, she was trying to hurt herself, trying to end her suffering and that of everyone else. "I'm not gonna kill you Honoka." Isamu shook his head. "Just try to focus on me. You aren't hurting anyone anymore. And you won't hurt anyone else as long as I'm here." He clasped his hands together, almost like he was pleading with her to stop trying to hurt herself. Even if her efforts were useless like this, he needed to calm and soothe her.

But, he was also forming a small bomb in his hands. Nothing that would hurt her. A simple flash bang. It would rile up the bird in the worst case, and hopefully force it to focus on him. Isamu just hoped he wouldn't have to use it.

Cupie had been ready to grab Amaris and get the fuck out of there, but instead, she soon found herself emerged in… darkness. Amaris’s shield defended her from the massive equipment that had been thrown their way. She was stunned for a moment, realized what had happened, and turned to thank the vampire before her words quickly caught in her throat.

“H-Holy shit.” She murmured to herself but quickly snapped out of it. Calm, relaxed. If there was a time where Amaris needed to be calm and emotionless, it was right fucking now.

“Don’t look at it.” She instructed Amaris, “And don’t pull it out. You’ll make the wound worse.” Cupie told her, looking at the exit.

Could they make it?

“I can distract her; you need to get out of here.” Cupie told her. Amaris was finished with this fight, there was no way she could continue. “Now, Amaris.”

“Th-They’ll get hurt because of me… Birby doesn’t listen… Birby hurts what he thinks can hurt me…” Her voice trembled more, followed by sniffling before a loud wailing came from the fire form.

“Wuaaaaaaaaaaahhhh! I wanna go home! MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT STOP MAKE IT STOP MAKE IT STOP!!!”

Immediately, the bird roared out again and lashed out its wings at the closest “threats”, those being Charlotte, Isamu, and the buildings surrounding them. Streams of fire would be heading towards the two students, with parts of different buildings catching fire. No other fires save for the one that the bird spawned from were blazing out of control.

Isamu breathed in slowly, surprisingly calm under the circumstances. "It's gonna be okay Honoka," he said softly, confident that things would in fact be okay. At least for her. Still, it was easier said than done, wasn't it. She was scared, in pain, and her quirk was out of control.

Birby, as Honoka called it, seemed to have almost a mind of its own. Well, that would make this a little easier. The good news was he could... Shit... It fired two streams. One at him and one at Charlotte. "Don't you worry, I'll make sure Birby goes to sleep, and you won't have to worry about this anymore." It wouldn't be easy though. He'd have to put her through the ringer. And it all started with this. He opened his hands, and pulled the bomb that had grown apart causing a big flash before the phoenix. It might not be disoriented like the typical person, but it would at least register him as a threat. If it did get thrown off, blinded, or otherwise scared, it'd make what came next easier.

Isamu launched down at high speed, landing near Charlotte in a crouched position. "Sorry," he said to her quickly as he kicked off the ground, scooping her up and out of the way like a princess. A few feet away, he put her down. "I'll explain later!" His words were quick, followed by a brief grin. Still, something hurt... He glanced down as he used rapid, miniature explosions to propel himself back up toward the bird. "My... Fuck..." He groaned, kicking his leg a few times. It seemed part of the flame had hit his left leg. It stung. His boot was gone, and part of his pants were still burning.

"Come on Birby, let's play follow the leader," he said as he appeared near it's right side, to cause another small flash bang. He had to get this thing somewhere else. "Honoka, you just hang tight," he added. Hopefully, things would go according to plan.

The bird roared again, synchronized with Honoka’s screaming. Its fiery flames for eyes followed Isamu and recognized him as the biggest threat for its host at the moment. So, as a wild animal would, it moved to try and attack Isamu.

The bird momentarily paused at the flash bang, then followed it with another roar at Isamu, as if it would be enough to scare him away. Isamu completely had Birby’s attention, and by the way was quickly coming forward, Birby was trying to eat him.

It was just like Isamu had thought. With his attack, the bird had registered him as the biggest threat to Honoka. Well, that wasn't entirely wrong at the moment. The only difference was, Isamu was trying to save the girl. It tried scare tactics first. It really was like an animal. That would make this easier. "Ooo what a good boy~" Isamu cooed, the grin growing a bit wider on his face as he began to move back. The bird was fast, but he was fast enough to just narrowly avoid the bit of its incorporeal mouth.

A single mistake could make or break this. "You better hurry. If you don't get me, I might have to hurt you~" Was he taunting Birby? Clearly, the thing was more alive than it seemed. This wouldn't be the first instance of a sentient quirk. Isamu moved in a sort of zigzag pattern, shooting backwards through the air, occasionally turning to make sure he wouldn't slam into anything. A wrong move like this would be dangerous.

Isamu continued to shoot small flash bangs just enough away from the bird to spook it, make it pause, and keep it fixated on him. Hopefully, it wouldn't notice him leading it towards one of the other warehouses at the port.

Isamu's plan was working, and Birby was following after him like the large, menacing phoenix it was. It screeched at him, attempted more bites and even spread its wings out to make itself bigger. Isamu wasn't that big of a threat to the phoenix, but with Honoka's crying and emotions spiraling out of control, everything from tall to small was something Birby needed to kill right now.

And the closest thing to it was the student that was unknowingly leading it to a trap.

“Ahh ahhha hhaa..” Heavy breaths were escaping Amaris. Her hands went to the metal sticking out of her and grabbed at it. She gave it a small tug, but the pain that ripped through her had her stop that action. Hands were still upon the rebar when she glanced over at the pink-haired hero who was speaking to her. Her hands gripping it finally lifted off, but she shook her head.

Her eyes flashed a pinkish purple, glowing bright. The vampire released a loud shrill shriek, maw open fangs drawn and sharpened into a rage-filled scowl. “HIIERRYAAAAHHHH!!” Her power flared, kicking up winds that made her hair whip around. Hands upon her head, screaming, eyes glowing like bright pink beacons, shadows could be seen pulled to her, all forming together, amassing. Drawn from all around them, massing beneath her, into a formless pulsating, rippling mass.

As she continued to scream, they spiraled up around her, and the black mass split into thick inky tendrils, all firing right at Psychotris, to strike her, pin her, grab her. Do whatever. It was an all-out attack that was more focused on overwhelming the target, rather than specific pinpoint damage.

Isamu swallowed hard. The damn thing was huge. If Honoka really learned to control it, she'd be a force to be reckoned with one day. He took a deep breath. "Just a little more..." his whispered almost inaudibly. Still, it was growing more frantic, wilder even. He could swear it was getting bigger, but that was probably just because of how it spread its wings.

And yet, as he continued to fly, he couldn't help but question, how will I get it insider? There was always the chance of letting it tackle him in, but that would hurt.

"Fuck it..." he relented as he slowed briefly, just enough that it might actually get him with a bite. A little pain now, on top of the pain of this form for a whole lot of relief later. "Not looking forward to this," he said, aiming to let the bird crash along with him into a warehouse he was just now coming over. Hopefully, its bite wouldn't be as bad as its screeching bark... hopefully. He shook his head. Worst case... there was always Chimera. Seeing his mentor again wouldn't be so bad. Right?

"Come get me, Birby," he taunted as he sucked in a deep breath, preparing for the worst. No pain was too much to save a little girl.

Even so, he had to keep his wits about him though. The second Isamu crash through with the phoenix in tow, he would shoot a few of his foam bursts at the hole. That would close it, trapping him and Birby inside. Then, it was a matter of enacting the final part of the plan.

“HAHAHAHAHEHEHEHAH!” Psychotris calls out in a deep laugh as most of her attacks were stopped yet one managed to hit. Watching as it speared her the girl seemed to be conflicted yet again when the shadow swarm hit her. “Urk!” It was not immediately clear what the attack had done but the girl suddenly fell backwards at high speed landing in the warehouse, bursting through one of the roof panels.

“Be careful! Even if I manage to slow her I can’t keep her from flailing!” Charlotte warned as the bird began to whip flames and sparks around her. She didn’t glance back at Isamu, worried that breaking the sight line would break her focus as well. “Whatever it is, do it! I can’t do anything else to her or else I might hurt her!”

Charlotte put all her focus into attempting to detain the rampaging girl, only glancing back after groans and grunts from Isamu ended and he stated he was going to save her. She looked back briefly, then back at Honoka, then immediately back at Isamu again. She blinked a few times, obviously shocked by the difference in appearance. The real reaction came after he blasted off though.

“You ca-Since whe-What?!” It was a shock, but there were more important matters to focus on currently, and with Honoka dealt with, Charlotte could help detain the clown who was now in love. Unfortunately, the Honoka despite Isamu’s attempts refused to calm and Isamu once again appeared to surprise her, picking her up and setting her down a short distance away. The reaction was much of the same. “You better!”

Now, however, Charlotte flew of her own accord over to Cupie and Amaris, just in time to see the villain crash into the warehouse. Scowling, Charlotte acted to add to that. Whatever effect Amaris’ attack had on the clown, the foreigner obviously wasn’t going to give her a chance to get back up.

Moving a hand forward, like when she tried to handle Honoka, Charlotte’s hand clenched into a half-fist towards the warehouse. Soon the walls and panelling began to creak and bend before collapsing inward on Psychotris. Charlotte still kept an eye on the debris, then landed next to Cupie and Amaris.

“Are you tw-Oh my god!” Charlotte covered her mouth briefly upon noticing Amaris’ rather obvious wound. “Uh… Okay… That’s okay, I can fly you and everyone else to the hospital. We just need Isamu to get back with Honoka. Amaris just… try not to strain yourself.”

The large phoenix screeched again, following Isamu to the building that he had set the trap at. However, the bird wasn’t thinking about the environment or the dangers that the student was leading it to. It only thought about the host and keeping her safe.

Birby rushed forward, tackling Isamu into the building with its head, catching Isamu’s arm and leg in the process to try and hurt him further.

Isamu bit his tongue to keep from crying out in pain as the intense flames seared his right arm and left leg. It her, but what came next didn't do him any better. He felt his back collide with the roof of the warehouse he'd been leading the bird to. Cuts and scrapes formed on his body from the tiles and roofing materials he was slamming though. He just barely managed to spit out a few of his foam bursts at the opening. It was a polymer made to bind enemies, but it could serve to close off the opening.

The dust of the crash began to settle, leaving a battered Isamu one the ground, breathing heaving as he try to get his shit together following the crash. He laid there on the ground, pain shooting all through his body. It was time though. The next and hopefully final phase of his plan. With it in mind, a small shining green orb formed in Isamu's hand. It was so small that if not for the bright light it emitted it's be almost invisible. "Making one of these is really hard," he spoke, mostly to himself. He knew the bird wouldn't understand. Honoka most certainly wouldn't. But he needed to keep himself focused or the pain of the burns, his own quirk, and the crash would overwhelm him. "The thing is... Right now... You're hurting Honoka more than any of us. You're a strong protector Birby, but you can't be awake right now, or Honoka will cry a lot more."

Isamu breathed slowly. "This bomb will mimic a thermobaric weapon. In other words, a vacuum bomb." He crawled backwards as he spoke until he felt a wall behind him to prop himself up. "I wanted to avoid something this dangerous, but as long as I keep it small..." His breathing was labored. "... and... controlled... Honoka will be... okay." There was less oxygen in the room. He had to get rid of enough to kill the fire. Honoka would no doubt pass out, but if Isamu wasn't careful, so would he. Taking a deep breath, he released the bomb, which promptly exploded.

The temperature rose exponentially; it was so hot. The bomb would use the oxygen in the room as fuel. Well, sort of. The bomb wasn't actually thermobaric. It mimicked it, but it wasn't quite. Meaning, it was imperfect. It was the only reason he could do something so dangerous and stupid and be so completely confident that it would work out in his favor. Now, could he hold his breath until the flames, which had already been eating up the oxygen dispersed and let Honoka fall safely into his arms.

With the lessening oxygen in the room, Birby’s form was beginning to disintegrate into nothing more than embers. The bird screeched a few times, but the lack of oxygen was forcing Honoka into sleep, and because the quirk could not register the emotions of its host, Birby began to settle down. Slowly but surely, all that would be left was Honoka’s sleeping frame returned to normal, and the destruction of people and buildings that Birby had done.

Isamu clenched his teeth, still holding his breath as the bird began to shrink. He used the wall to force himself to his feet. Pain shot through him. He made one last small bomb and threw it at the wall opposite him and the girl. He stumbled forward a bit catching the girl as she came back down, his body shielding hers as the residual heat burst out of the room with the new opening he'd made.

The body laughed weakly, sucking in a breath with the new oxygen filling the room. "Y-yaaaaay~" he cheered weakly as he held the girl close. "I don't know if you can hear me Honoka... But I'm glad you're okay." He took a moment to take a look at her and then himself.

Fuck... everything hurts. Isamu thought, breathing a small sigh of relief. At least if he was feeling pain, he was alive. He had always thought that was just an expression. And exaggeration maybe. Like so much hurts it feels like everything, but no... every inch of him hurt. He began to walk slowly forward, using the new exit he'd created. "Ow... Ow..." he said with each step he took as he limped forward. "God I hope they took care of that crazy bitch..." he mumbled to himself. He'd find out when he rejoined the group. But the likelihood of him being useful if they hadn't cleaned things up was nonexistent at this point.

While they all were distracted dealing with calming down Honoka or stopping Amaris from bleeding out, the small cat girl watched from the distance with her camera, zooming in on the building when it suddenly exploded inwards from Charlotte’s grip.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!” The Clown girl screams out with her mask partly chipped away. Ready to rumble, it was just as suddenly her psychic backlash caused a neighboring structure to fall, cracking the ground beneath, Psychotris suddenly found herself falling into a service tunnel below as the heavier structure and general mental fatigue pushed her beneath the rubble. It was unlikely that they would arrest her or that she would return as the area starts to implode into a small sinkhole.

“Nya~ Guess I better go below and help her out, Nina has her tape and I’ll get my cake!” With that the Camera is shut off as it’s memory card is taken, leaving the camera where it was, she didn’t need it anymore and could always steal another one from a tourist.

“Ahh.. ah.. Hahh.. ha..” Amaris breathed out, gasping. The villain fell and crashed somewhere. The bird’s raging was stopped over there.. It seemed all was going their way.

“Hahh.. hahh..” she huffed. The vampire leaned to the side, collapsing onto her knee, holding her side just under the rebar, trying to not completely fall over. She grabbed it briefly, but yeah, it was lodged in there good. Her head was spinning. She was losing too much blood. Amaris could feel her energy draining fast.

Isamu groaned, finally reaching where he'd left the girls and Psychotris. He sucked in a breath. It felt like it had taken forever to just get this far. He didn't see Psychotris. She'd either been beaten or she'd escaped. He was too tired and weak to care.

"Hey guys... w-what's-- oh no..." Taking a deep breath, Isamu forced himself to move a bit faster. He grit his teeth through the pain immediately passing Honoka to Cupie. "Take care of her for me," he said to the pink haired girl as he turned to face Amaris. This was bad. His healing bursts wouldn't do anything for a wound like this. He reached out for a moment to attempt to place a hand on Charlotte's shoulder to steady himself, but ended up falling to his knees.

Isamu's vision blurred briefly, but he could still hear his mother cry out, worried as she ran with the other hostages to check on him and the girls."Hehe~ No worries. Legs just gave out for a second there..." he said with a small laugh. Jokes at a time like this... Well, he had to keep himself going somehow.

He took a moment to tear some of the cloth of his shirt, well, what was left of his shirt. It was all types of torn up. "Amaris... You're one reckless hero," he said as he panted softly, dabbing some of the blood a bit with one hand. It felt like he could pass out at any moment. "This is gonna sting, but we've gotta stop the bleeding. For now anyway..." he huffed, lifting his hand and forming a small ball. This one seemed to shine something like a mix between blue and green. He didn't wait for a response before he pressed it against her abdomen to allow it to burst. The bomb began to freeze the immediate area around the wound and rebar.

"This... Well... It won't... It's a fix... for now..." Clearly, Isamu didn't have the energy to properly explain as he did the same to her back. "Is..." he yawned softly. "Is everyone else okay?" he asked looking around. His poor mother looked worried to death, Seeming like she wanted to grab him and hold him, but also thinking she might hurt him if she did.

Amaris watched as Isamu came up to her and produced something. She winced in pain when he pressed it to her and whatever-it-was popped and began to freeze the area. The freezing racked her body with more pain, but she endured it, finding some relief when it finished.

“Isamu-!” Charlotte glanced back as he approached with the now calmed girl. He looked exhausted, but that was probably to be expected. She reached a hand down as he collapsed, worried when he did so but relieved when it was just fatigue. “Alright, everyone huddle closer. I’m going to fly us to the hospital. We can’t waste anymore time here.”
 
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Ayame Daichi & Kanna Tanaka - UA Campus - Medical Ward


As the day rolled into evening and evening into night Gregori spared no expense in bringing all of his students and staff back to the UA for medical treatment, fully expecting poor media reception towards the days events, one of particular note would have to be hidden from them all for as long as possible, though a number of those in the tunnels no doubt knew.. Two of them did for 100% sure. And that one bit of news would send shockwaves across Japan. With a few broken Vodka bottles, begging, cursing, threatening and calling in all the favors he could, Gregori sent helicopters for the most critically wounded at each location, taking on most of the other students along for the ride, he sent messages out to call the other teams back who had suffered very little.

Of note were the teams that went to the subway and with the botched protection the Police were meant to provide to the group that escaped to the harbor, there were also cryptic warnings from Misoka and a general air of hostility, to the point that even dealing with her daughter only took a few minutes before the woman headed off.

Kanna for the most part road the helicopter in complete silence, with a few open wounds that already seemed to be healing, she was covered in many places with blood, though her body seemed more durable as a result, of grave concern was Aurora who had been poisoned. But that was still much lighter than the damages the dock team had suffered. That had proven to be a hot topic of contexture on where to take Amaris and Isamu.

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As time passed, Kanna was confined to the Medical ward and had yet to be able to wash, so busy they were setting up some specialist equipment should it be needed for the others. While she was already better for the most part it was deemed unwise to let her run free till she could get an examination, which between the two cases she knew of and likely others she did not, put her at the bottom of the list. Staying put more or less as she was told, the priestess would pace the room divider she was in, wandering out into the halls time to time when no one was obviously working.

Ayame for her part was able to take a slower means of travel back and spent a few moments with her mother who seemed mostly emotionless with the whole affair and the trickery put on Ayame, but the girl knew better. Paying attention to subtle changes in her Mother's stare and demeanor, Ayame knew that it all had troubled her a great deal, enough of one that she took her leave fairly quickly after giving her a hug.

Wandering the halls and going to visit the others in the Medical ward, Ayame wanted to see how her classmates were doing, but truth be told she was feeling very down in the dumps as it were. Which such feelings while others were hurt made her feel all the more guilty, she had suffered light injuries but was otherwise very conflicted. Wandering her way toward Kanna's room her first view of the girl nearly made her jump out of her skin.

"Ahh! Oh..A-are you okay Kanna?"

"Hmm, yes, more or less, I'm surprised that ice made it through my skin and into my body, tougher than pistol fire. My mother would have likely broken the ice as soon as it impacted. She could withstand rifle fire."

"Wha...ice? What do you mean?" The other asks perking her ears up in attention as Kanna explained the situation bit by bit.

"Oh.. Well you have gotten stronger, maybe next time you meet them your body will be as strong as your Mother, defense wise."

"Maybe, what about you Ayame you seem more down.." While she wanted to pet her, getting dried blood all over Ayame wouldn't exactly help matters as the smaller girl takes a seat on the bed.

"...and that's what happened. My clones aren't like moms and I'm not fireproof.. I'm starting to think..no never mind. You should rest, even if your wounds have healed that doesn't mean your energy has recovered from all that fighting and moving around, plus dragging Aurora back, that c-couldn't have been easy."

"Haha, you shouldn't be so sad, you did what you could. She's not too heavy for me at least.. Though she is lucky it was me that teamed with her.. Not many else could have done it. Also Ayame I think we both have the same thing on our mind, we'll talk later."

Nodding at that, the red panda girl makes her way back into the halls with a sad expression to her face, she was pondering who to visit next or if she even should, leaving Kanna's curtain open the Miko also waits for herself to be cleared or to see who might visit or send word for her. All in all it had been one hell of a day and most of the student body was being kept away. Gregori had also yet to show himself. What else had happened to keep him so panicked and to have made Misoka storm out so quickly and so soon?

Those who needed medical care the most urgently were given a priority and the rest of 1A was confined to their own dorm or to the medical ward, the rest of the Campus was closed off to them till the next day, aside from traveling to one of the two locations.
 
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Amaris and Yosuke wake up in the same hospital room after both are fixed up after the battle.


“Unhnngghhh~..” a low, soft, feminine groan released from the small feminine shape. Pulling herself up and pushing the covers off, Amaris stirred in the hospital bed. “Nhng.. Graa..”

Blinking open her eyes, they gleamed pink before settling into a soft mauve shade. “Nn!” She winced, pressing her hand into her side. Only to realize something was different! The debris that had been sticking out of her was gone! That’s when she looked around, realizing where she was.

Yosuke was busy playing with his bed. Up and down, up and down. He wasn’t particularly getting any enjoyment from it, but he liked the sound of the clicking. He hadn’t needed much more than some stitches. Thankfully he narrowly missed any organs, but was still pretty badly hurt. So they gave him morphine.

His little giggles from the button presses were suddenly stopped when he heard the girl next to him stir in discomfort. It was Amaris. He looked over, seeing her a wince at the pain. He remembered he heard rumors of how every time she was injured she always was given an opportunity to drink some of their blood.

He didn’t know much right now, but he didn’t have enough for that right now. He looked over her way, slowly raising his bed up. “Please leave my bodily fluids inside me.” He said, only half aware of what he was doing.

At the sound of repeatedly loud clinking and jittering, the girl turned her head to the side. There across the room from her, though near enough, was a pink-haired boy bouncing his own hospital bed, riding as if having the time of his life.

Their eyes connected, and a moment later he was saying.. that. It took her a moment, but then the girl snorted, and giggled softly. “Yo~ssuke~?” she asked. This felt like their first proper introduction. Although he had attempted to talk to her before. She had never really engaged, feeling distant from this random boy she didn’t know. But for some reason.. -maybe it was the drugs in her system- she felt more open this time. “Keh ke~ No promisses~” she replied with a teefy grin. “I am.. pretty hungry~.. Feels like there’s a hole in my stomach~” She joked, lifting up her white gown-like hospital shirt, showing her own sealed-up wound.

As Amaris started lifting her shirt, Yosuke turned his head, thinking she was trying to show something else to him and completely forgetting her threat of sucking his blood. "No I can't look. I don't want to cheat on Octavia."

He then immediately looked over at her contrary to what he had just said, and noticed she was bandaged somewhat similarly to him. "Oh you got impaled too!"

“!” Amaris typically had no qualms about this sort of thing, so she hadn’t even expected a reaction, but the moment he mentioned Octavia, she tensed. Lowering her shirt, she had a small frown on her face. She knew what those words meant.

“Huh? Too?..” Is that what happened to him? Then she nodded. “Y-yeah.. I did..” she murmured, remembering the trauma, while lightly fingering her wound. It had been the worst wound in her “hero career” yet. And even with the morphine, she could still feel some discomfort from it. “Rebar. What got you?”

Yosuke thought about it for a moment. Unfortunately the situation was really complicated for a not completely sober person to explain. "So, Octavia threw her sword at me. But it wasn't Octavia, so she was trying to kill me. I could deflect it easily. But that wouldn't let me get close cause she could turn into birds, so I stabbed myself to trick her into getting close. And it worked!..." He raised his arms up with force and felt his stitches pull for that moment before he crumpled back into himself, and muttered about the pain.

"But I guess your's wasn't intentional…". He was quiet for a moment, before looking up at the ceiling. "What do you know about Makoto?" He blurted out somewhat at random.

The moment he said Octavia threw her sword at him, Amaris’s face flashed with horror. She couldn’t even fathom what that meant! He described what happened, and there was a furrowed worried frown on her face. But it seemed like it hadn’t.. been Octavia. That was.. good. Still worrying.

“I.. Nhm.. It wass kinda..” she mumbled. “I got hurt protecting ssomeone... the.. pink-haired girl.. Cupie.” Another person she had never really talked to before. If ever. Well she obviously hadn’t gotten hurt on purpose, but she had been stabbed while using her power to defend another.

“Huh?!" Amaris glanced up and over, wondering why he brought up that name. She nodded. “I guesss.. sso. I talked to him. He wass a sstudent in our classs, until.. he wass killed.”

Cupie? Well that would help their relationship some at least. That’s good. “Sounds like something a hero would do.” He said referring to saving Cupie. However, she answered his question about Makoto. It didn’t seem like it was something exactly pleasant for her. But it wouldn’t be for mostly anyone really. “I see…” He looked back at Amaris. “I never knew him. I only knew he existed because of the news. And then I was brought into class A. I guess you didn’t want it to happen again.”

Did it? She supposed.. “Shhe ssaved me firsst..” Amaris pointed out. Not that Yosuke had known that. He seemed to proceed with the topic of Makoto. Which made sense, since had brought it up.

His follow up relaxed her a bit, especially with what he had to say. “You were brought in becausse he wass gone,” she noted aloud, refreshing them both. Though they both knew that. “Huh? Didn’t want what to happen again?”

“It doesn’t matter if she saved you first. You saved someone and that’s what matters. Heroes save people and that sums it up.” He recanted his ideals of heroing to her before she continued with Makoto.

He heard her say that he was brought in because he left. It was a fact he never really liked to think of, feeling as if he had profited from the misfortune of others.. Maybe he was just a replacement after all. He shook his head, trying to brush the thought off before looking back at Amaris. “The whole dying thing. Not wanting someone to die. Even if you never really talked with her, it would suck to lose another classmate.” He thought back for a moment. “It sucks to lose anyone.”

“I know..” Amaris mumbled. She was aware of what a hero’s job was. Hence why she had done it… Maybe. Actually, in the moment, Amaris hadn’t been thinking, so she couldn’t be sure exactly why she had done it. But, thinking on it now, that had to have been the reason. It was just a hero’s duty. Yeah, that had to be it.

“Talked with.. her? Her who? Do you mean him?” Amaris asked, not understanding Yosuke’s pronoun use. “I talked withh Makoto.” But what Yosuke was saying brought a frown to her face. It was almost like.. she didn’t like hearing it. “I.. do not want thingss.. It iz unfortunate for people to die but..” She shook her head. “If a classsmate.. diess.. and anothher comess.. Thhat-thhat’ss jusst how it iz..” Amaris refuted, definitely not liking the direction this conversation had gone.

“No no, I was talking about Cupie. You saved her even if you two don’t know each other well.” He started playing with his bed again, raising it up and down as he kept finishing his thought, with little idea that Amaris was currently not enjoying his thoughts.

“Oh… That’s too bad…” He sat contemplating for a moment with only the low wurring of the bed raising up and down at different intervals. Then he formed his muddled thoughts into words. “There will always be more classmates. But there won’t be another Makoto. And that's sad. Just like how there will never be another Cupie, or another Amaris even.” He looked over at her and raised his arm out.

“Everyone is someone to me. Even if I don’t know them.” He placed his hand on his wound. “I’d have taken that sword for you too.”

“I ssaved her.. becausse heroess ssave people..” she refuted. How did he know she didn’t know her well? Was it that obvious?

How he said that so easily.. It confused her. She really did not understand it. She did understand there would not be another Makoto, another Cupie… Well, perhaps. And another Amaris? “Of coursse not.. No one but me iz me,” she pointed out the obvious. “Makoto.. He.. he was a great musiishun. Now no one will evver know. That iz… unfortunate.”

She frowned. “People are people. Why shhould you care about them sso muchh?” Masaru talked similarly, and she didn’t understand it then either. “But why? You do not know me. .. My quirk givess me invvulnerability ssometimess, you probably do not evven need to do thhat.”

Yosuke at this point was mostly talking as if he was thinking to himself, not really aware that right now, he was perhaps forcing something that Amaris had never dealt with upon her. “Yeah, heroes save people, but why we do it is because people are special. If people weren’t special, I guess there wouldn’t be much of a reason to save people. But fortunately that's not the world we live in.”

Amaris then brought up his comment on taking the sword blow for her. She wasn’t fully comprehending why he’d do it. “No no no, it’s not about that. Because in that one time it would happen, I’d be there. I did it for Octavia already. And I’d do it for even someone I hated.” He reached over to his bedside table for a glass of water. His arms were still shaky, and he spilled a little as he took a sip.

“You know most people didn’t think I could do hero work before I finally got my shot here.”

“Hm..mm..” This was definitely a conversation no one had really ever thrust upon her before. It was coming from a surprising source. This pink-haired boy who she didn’t even know. However, what he said, was actually.. making some sense. She found herself nodding. “Yesss.. Makoto’s musical talent was speshul..” If he had been saved, then his talent would be known, and not lost. Actually.. “I would havve savved him, if givven the chhance. To.. to presservve that magnificcent musiical talent.”

“Ssomeone you hate?”
Amaris questioned, turning to look at him. Now that didn’t make sense. Wait was he implying..? “You hate me?”

She cocked her head. Certainly she didn’t see much “special” -using his word- about him, but that didn’t mean.. “Why not? Ifh you want to be a hero, become one. UA iz not the arbiter of who becomess a hero. Why did people not thhink you could become a hero? Furthhermore, why doess it matter what othhers thhink of you?”

He looked over real quick when she asked if he hated her. That was not at all what he was trying to say. “Oh no nonononononono, I don’t hate you! You’re pretty cool, but I’ve never really spent much time with you. I was just saying as an example.”

However she brought up those who were questioning his hero ability. “You’re right about that! I definitely can! And I’ll be the best.” He puffed up his chest letting his ego carry him through this thought. “But my quirk, while definitely respectable, isn’t easy to just use for hero work. Its not as powerful as your’s or Ichirou’s, or really anyone in the class.” He thought for a moment. “In fact, I think mine might actually be the weakest by just quirk merit alone.”

He remembered his classmates from middle school who all wanted to be heroes. Some had amazing quirks. Others were like him, but the majority of students had mundane quirks. Ill-suited for hero work. “Not everyone can be a hero, no matter how hard they try. So, since we can be heroes, we owe it to them to always try our best and put our best foot forward. Don’t take these things for granted.”

In his tired and drugged semi-consciousness, Yosuke was now just practicing his hero speech giving, as his ego was taking over.

Okay so he didn’t hate her. She had wondered how he could, if he didn’t even know her. Not that that was unusual. She was used to people hating her without knowing her. Cupie was one. He complimented her though. -She knew what ‘cool’ meant now-. Why though? What about her was ‘cool’? So she asked that. “Why do you thhink I am cool? You don’t know me.”

When he puffed up, showing his ego, claiming he would be the best hero, she seriously doubted that. Though she had no reason to say so. If he wanted to work to that, then he should. Callous words would only deter him, which seemed discouraging for no real reason. As he went on, he noted her concern, in that he explained that his quirk was the weakest. Which was probably true. Though she didn’t really know or understand his quirk. So she asked, “What iz your quirk?”

However, what he said next made her frown. “You are correct. Not evveryone can be a hero. Except why not?” she ventured. “Do quirkss make heroess? I do not thhink sso. You are correct, in that, mosst heroess havve quirkss more suuited to ‘being a hero’. Or thhat it iz better to havve a sstrong quirk if you are a hero. Howevber, why can’t you be a hero anyway? Quirkss do not make heroess. People chhoose to be heroess. It iz repressiive to sstop ssomeone from being what they want. ..Thhat line of thinking iz what got Makoto killed.” She shook her head. “Ifh you have a weak quirk, then why are you here? Why are you allowed to be here? Clearly you think the ssame way I do, otherwisse you would not be trying. It would be imposssible for you to be the ‘besst hero’. Do you thhink it iz? Well, if you thhink that way, you havve already been defeated. Ssomehow, I do not thhink thhat iz you. I do not thhink you are one to jusst be beaten, and take it lying down.” She smiled. “I thhink it would be ‘cool’ ifh you became the ‘besst hero’ withh your ‘weak’ quirk.”

He puffed himself more when she said it would be cool if he was the best hero. However he felt he needed to correct a line of thinking. “I’m not saying stop someone. Everyone is special. Let them be special. Just, those who are more gifted should be ready and able to help those who are struggling in their time of need.” He thought of Octavia, who needed a hero so badly at that moment. Then he thought of the villains that had caused so much pain and suffering. Maybe if they had someone for them at that critical moment, things could be different.

“That’s what I mean by we have to work hard for those who aren’t as powerful.” However she had asked about his quirk. It seemed fair that she knew, and he loved talking about it. It was his quirk after all.

“When I extend one finger I have superhuman dexterity. Some with my toes. That’s about it. It’s simple and it's far from flashy. That's why my outfit is so shiny. I guess I’m like a peacock.”

Amaris nodded to what he said, then listened to his description of his quirk. It made her raise her eyebrow and tilt her head. “A peacock? How are you like a bird?” she asked. “Thhat ccertainly iz not.. a flashhy quirk. But if you want to be the besst hero, keep at it.. What iz your hero name?”

He put this hands side by side, locking good thumbs together and fanning his fingers. "You know like a peacock. They got their colorful feathers to be noticed. I dress up to be noticed and act all flashy to be noticed. So... peacock. Anyway, my hero name is Gold Finger. Cause it sounds cool and fits my quirk." He was starting to feel a slight discomfort rising in his side. It seems his medicine was wearing off.

"Ah… But I know about your quirk. You control and manipulate shadows and can even meld into them. You're Saigo no Kage. And that's really… mhg!... Cool but a little… ed-gy for me. I uh… sorry, I think I'm… starting to realize what I've been doing for so long…".

Yosuke was regaining his awareness. As well as his pain. He pressed the button for can nurse. "I hope I didn't bore you with my hero spee-eegh... speeches."

Ah, a metaphor. She nodded to show she understood. “Gold Finger,” she said aloud, so he knew she had it down. “I thhink… flashhy suuits you,” she affirmed his choice in hero attire. “I am.. ‘edgy’... you are flashhy. Not evveryone iz the ssame; it workss for you.”

“I do not get bored..”
Amaris muttered, realizing that sounded a bit robotical. Like she was reiterating something she often said. But.. was it true now? Did she not get bored?.. Amaris couldn’t recall ever being bored, hm. It was something to consider.

Anyway, Yosuke seemed… “Are you okay?” she ventured.

He felt his stitches pulling still. Amaris seemed to be concerned. “Yeah… Just fine. I think things are wearing off…” Anyway, he wanted to know more about how she felt about getting bored. “Wait… So is there never a time where you feel like you’d rather be doing something else? Like during class, or when doing homework? What do you do for f-fun?”

Amaris wondered if that was true. She could see the small movements of discomfort and pained, stretched voice. But she didn’t pry. She shook her head. “Nevver thhought about ‘iz there somethhing I’d rathher be doing’.” She shrugged. “Ifh I did somethhing, I jusst did it. Until it was done. Homework? Homework is necesssary to learn more thhat cannot be taught in the durashun of the classs period. Or, to help reinforce what wass taught in classs. Sso I did it in a timely manner. Fhun?”

She repeated with a cock of her head. “Uhhh… Fhun… I…” She wasn’t sure. Did she have fun doing anything? With a shrug she decided on her hobbies. Or what you could call her hobbies. “I am a musiishun. I can dancce. I havve been working on gymnasstics lately. I sspy on otherss withh my power. -Ooh~ maybe you could ssay I “rap” for fhun. I’vve written a few of thhose.”

Soon after he was caught off guard by the fact that Amaris, of all people, was, a fan of rap music. Even going so far as to completely disregard the breach of privacy that was spying on people. He sat up, now pretty much completely aware of himself, and shouted in surprise.

“You rap?! How have I never heard of this?! That's… Really cool actually.” He wondered how much there was about Amaris that he hadn’t ever even considered. It made him wonder if maybe he hadn’t been as involved with his class as he would have liked.

The boy’s interest in that little thing she said threw her off. He thought it was cool? Why? She decided to give him one of her first raps. Her introductory rap that she used before to introduce herself.

“Ahem~..” She cleared her throat, sitting up straight, hand against her chest.

“Cuzz I'm eevil. Heart blacker than Don Cheadle.
Creepier than the pokemon Weedle~
Livvin' the lifhe in the fam's spo~oky Cathhedral.
Got money to sspare, Alucard Regal~ Demon badasss, ssuper lethhal.
Favorite passttime fer me tho? Relaxxin' way from the ssun, drinkin' bloody mohiitos!
Ssipin' 'em down wiffh my teefy needles!

Had 'nuff venomouss flow? Diss princesss bitess, sstay away from mee, yo~”

When she was done, she folded her arms, and posed as if she was some cool badass. If she had had a hat on she would’ve turned it off kilter.

He wasn’t sure what he was expecting. But he sure as hell wasn’t expecting that. As soon as Amaris finished her rap and struck her pose, he remained silent for a moment. Then he stifled a laugh, but wasn’t able to stop it. Soon he was erupting into a full on laugh, which caused his stitches to pull. Soon he wasn’t able to stop, as tears were coming from his eyes from the pain, still laughing. It was a strange combination of emotions to show, laughing while in immense pain.

Eventually he stopped laughing, but was still in pain. “Ow, ow, ow son of a bitch… I think I pulled my stitches…” Fortunately one of the nurses had arrived from his call. She gave him an earful for certain. Sure enough he had popped his stitches, and needed them redone. “Hey Amaris, thanks for the talk.”

Amaris observed his laugh. Which Yosuke had an uproarious one. She wasn’t sure what to think, as he said nothing about it. She assumed he enjoyed it, since he was laughing. Then it seemed he pulled his stitches, and a nurse came to help. This meant he would probably be led away to get that fixed. She gave him a nod. “Thhanks… for the talk…” she repeated, unsure of how to end it. She was also glad that she had this talk with him. Feeling she had gotten to know this boy named Yosuke a bit better. It made her not think of him as such a stranger.

Before he departed, though, the girl felt she needed to broach a certain topic. Looking down at her lap, twiddling her fingers, she asked. “Sso… Yossuke… you and.. Octavvia, huh?” She peeked back over at him. “Hearing that… kinda dissappointed me… I.. I liked Octavvia.. I wass -am- attracted to her. But.. Well, treat her well..! Okay?”

He looked over at Amaris when she addressed him about Octavia. He had never seen her so vulnerable before. She really was disappointed… He also wasn’t entirely sure if he had actually said those things. A lot of what he said towards the beginning was a little hazy. Still, right before he was wheeled off elsewhere he looked over at her and smiled. “Oh… I uh… I will. I trust you’ll find someone Amaris. You’re charming... In a weird, vampire-esque way, but there’s plenty of people into that.” He was wheeled off by the nurses out of the room, leaving Amaris alone for the time being. He had learned a lot. He wasn’t about to forget it.
 
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U.A Trama Center Case 1: Aurora Tamoyo

CRASHHHHHH

“What happened is everyone alright,” the daycare instructor asked as she ran into the room coming to a wild racket noticing a massive whole in the middle of their second flooring where the arts, and crafts table had been. All the students were around the hole in amazement, and awestruck faces. Looking at them all she panicked.

“Where's Aurora?”

“She was at the table Instructor,” A staff member pointed out as the students were hauled away from the damaged area taken over to the stairs as the instructor ran down in fear only to find a massive pile of debris with no doubt Aurora in it. Fear kicked in as she immediately ran to the pile only to be halted as it started to move and shift as a debris covered aurora pulled herself out… a peculiar sight.

“Mrs. Koyo I feel weird,” four year old Aurora spoke as she stood up only to have yet again fall knee deep into the flooring with a rough resounding crack again similar to the first.

“Oh my… someone call Aurora’s parents…,” Mrs. Koyo rrsponded wide eyed at all she had just seen. Aurora herself was simply confused by all the commotion, and the change of scenery as she had not taken the stairs down. There was a lot of commotion around her as everyone was shocked at the sudden quirk activation. Aurora tried to pull herself out to no avail as she heard a single sentence from a close by day care handler.

“Dear freaking souls she's a walking danger for the other kids now.” The words echoed as loud as Aurora turned to them.

“I didn't mean to do something wrong…” yet before her response could be answered the world went black.


“I DON'T CARE GET ME TO U.A. I NEED HISASHI FOR THIS…. I DON’T CARE PUSH LIKE YOU HAVE SOME MUSCLE KEEP HER FROM BLEEDING OR I SWEAR YOU WILL BE BLEEDING,” Chimera voice blurred out of nowhere as the scene changed to one of her outside with her mom, and grandpa who looked like he had just been through a workout. Aurora herself was crying at the things they had said about her as she was being removed from the premises.

“Please calm down Mrs. Koyo we will pay the repairs,” Takagi answered, agitated at the instructor.

“You don't seem to understand Mrs. Tamoyo we can’t handle a quirk like that she's a walking bulldozer it took your father to lift her out of the premises. Paying this off wont make me change my mind you will need to find a different day care. It doesn't matter if you two are high rising heroes we can only do so much for troubling powers,” she responded before flinching as Takagi’s temper flared into aggressive glare at the instructor.

“And that makes it alright to allow such horrible things to be spoken about my daughter to her face. Do you think I’m deaf? Lacking the facilities is one thing, but I won’t tolerate an inept caretaker insulting my daughter,” Takagi hissed turning away from her as she walked off keeping her anger in check as best she could.

“Told you a high end place like this was a mistake,” Titan grumbled as Takagi kneeled down to her daughter.

“Dad not now,” Takagi sighed as she rubbed her temple kneeling down as she looked at her daughter, her look switching immediately to one of concern, and motherly care at her teary eyed daughter.

“I didn’t mean to do something bad.”

“Shuuuu I know baby it's okay you did nothing wrong quirks are a fickle thing alright its alright,” she consoled her daughter hugging her as she did her best to calm Aurora down as she stood back up smiling.

“Guess we should chalk this up to the boy sco-AH-” Titan was quickly whipped upside the head by his daughter's hair as she gave an unamused look to him for only a moment causing Aurora to giggle as she looked at her Grandpa holding her hands up.

“Carry me again Grandpa.”

“Yes Grandpa, carry her all the way home won't you,” Takagi evilly smiled as her car would clearly not hold Aurora’s new immense weight.

“...Yeah, yeah… C’mere shortstack,” Titan spoke continuing in light mumbles as he hoisted the anchor that was his grandchild.


“GET THOSE IVS HOOKED WE NEED TO PURGE OUT THE BAD BLOOD,” the world shifted again as Aurora was now six years old at a park hands spread out defending a few kids from some rather brute looking bullies who were cringed over holding their own hands in pain.

“GAHHH WHAT IS THIS STUPID TRAMP MADE OUT OF,” one of the bullies screamed his fists a bit bloody bruised after punching Aurora when she removed to get out of the way. What he experienced was the equivalent of punching a metal wall.

“Punch me all you want I won't let you bully anyone else,” Aurora growled not throwing a fist back at all, and clearly not needing to as the main bully glared at he with malice.

“Wait I know your that brat to that stupid good too shoe hero Surge Alloy,” He growled.

“Wait i thought she was the kid of that freaky jerk Grudge,” another said.

“DONT YOU DARE INSULT MY PARENTS THEY ARE THE GREATEST HEROS,” Aurora yelled back causing the main bully to grin.

“No their not Nova Master is number one you idiot, and besides Surge Alloy is just some dumbass with a bunch of flashy gear he’s useless without it,” he taunted clearly wanting Aurora to fight back.

“And The Grudge is just some fucked up serial killer with a badge my parents rant all the time how she's the scum of the hero society,” another kid chimed in, clicking to what was happening. However Aurora responded no further, only glaring back at them as she refused to move knowing they would just continue off what they were doing if she moved.

Suddenly darkness gathered, and rose up, tendrils of darkness whipping around. A very-short girl rose out of them, with dark sunken-in eyes, and a vacant expression. “What are you doing to Aurora?.. Are you badmouthing her parents?.. You better not be..” She drolled out, the tendrils beginning to wrap around the bully’s ankles. A girl Aurora had never met before rose out of her shadow catching the girl off guard with a blank stare as the bullies were scared shitless so bad that one of the kids activated their own quirk blasting some ball like energy right at her. Aurora’s eyes went wide as she reached a hand out… no she was to slow no...no…. NO. With a mental scream Aurora’s hair flared to life growing out shielding Amaris as it took the hit, and without warning released a surge of electricity shredding the attack to bits…

“What….,” Aurora stared at the hair shield that had grown from her to protect the new girl, and electricity that had burst through her body… that… was… her quirk to? Aurora had never been really emotionally upset since the day of her quirks activation. It was so simple to say this was just something she had never tapped into before. Aurora was frozen to the spots as the bullies broke free from the goth kids grip screaming at the top of their lungs.

“THEIR MONSTERS HELP HELP,” the bullies ran off scared out of their minds as Aurora’s hair fell back to her side once only to her shoulders now extended so fair out it could be used to build a raft.

“Ummm who are you,” Aurora finally spoke unsure what to think as the word monster rang in her head from the bullies echos.

“Phew..” Amaris released a relieved sigh, the shadows dispersing. “Thhat wass tough..” Being so young, she still didn’t have quite the hold on her quirk. Turning her gray eyes on the blonde, who seemed in much the same position she was with her quirk, she answered. “I am Amariss Alucard. Your parentss are babysiitting me today.” At first Aurora just stared at the girl unsure what to say before noticing behind her that the kids she had defended were long gone, more than likely scared off taking flight during the chaos… not even a thank you.

“Well that's an interesting development,” Aurora's ears perked up to the sound of her dad's voice as a gentle hand patted her head causing her to turn around to see Surge Alloy in full hero get up. “Heh you did good you stood your ground I am proud of you heh,” he spoke clearly with a smile hidden behind his mask. Aurora smiled widely at the praise being the daddies girl she was.

“Wait Alucard that means… your Auntie Ramiris child then,” Aurora spoke pepped up as two and two clicked with her to who Amaris was. She had never met her before, and well was homeschooled for the most part so was usually too busy to meet people. “I am Aurora Tamoyo it's a pleasure to meet you,” Aurora politely bowed to Amaris as her hair lightly jerked causing her to panic for a moment before it went flat again. “So… sorry about that its um new to me,” Aurora said, not sure how to describe it. “Um so what do you do for fun? Do you like sleepover forts. You're from Romania right what is it like,” Aurora spoke quickly, gaining interest in Amaris rather quickly. “Also why do you put so much emphasis on your s’s?”

Amaris curtsied her little dress. “Yess. Ramiriss iz my mother.” The little girl opened her mouth as wide as she could and showed off her fangs. “Thhat izz becauzze I hisss~” she answered. “What iz a ssleepovver fort?” She shook her head. “Mnm.. I wass born here. My mothher izz Romanian.”..........


“She's finally stabilizing,” Chimera’s voice spoke again, shattering the world as a present day Aurora watched her memories play out. Amaris was her first real friend until Ichi would come around, but the memories ended there as Aurora felt herself slip away into a peaceful rest in her mental escape. For the longest time she felt like a walking train wreck one misstep or over emotional moment could harm those around her. It's why she kept her emotions in check, and kept to herself her quirk had connection to her emotions after all. Friends were hard to make when everyone was scared of you on a constant basis, but really that was the biggest fuel to her drive. She was a weapon in a sense one that was used to protect, and shaped by the hard long years of training with her parents, and Amaris. It was peaceful in the darkness of her thought’s.


…………………………………………..

U.A Trama Center Case 2: Amaris Alucard

“Hisashi keep her from bleeding out, is there any organ damage,”
Chimera called out as her snake tail latched off of Amaris after pumping her full of numbing agents to halt her pain spasms. On route to the U.A Chimera had been given two major projects right from the get go, the first being Aurora Tamoyo’s extreme shoulder wound, and massive unique poisoning. That case had taken quite a bit of her time on, but was done on route to the school. Her immediate second case was Amaris Alucard multiple small lacerations, and a major puncture wound with the foreign object still in her lower abdominal. A rebar launched into her during the battle with a telekinetic psychopath worse yet THE telekinetic psychopath Pyschotris. Though she had been sedated the moment they tried to operate she came full out of it in extreme pain so much so she was lashing out forcing Chimera to hit her with some more heavy duty chemicals. While she was prepping the patient Hisashi was keeping the surrounding tissue alive, and healing enough so that the girl wouldn’t bleed to death, and minorally to avoid the wound trying to close around the rebar.

Once Amaris was properly tied down to the surgical table Chimera got to work using her hands to start tying tools to the rebar to make sure it couldn't move, or vibrate to avoid causing any further damage. As Hisashi paused his healing touch to inform Chimera of the patient's hellish luck of avoiding organ damage, Chimera prepped the tools that would slice the upper half of the rebar as safely close as they could to the wound.

“Hisashi are we good to remove the foreign object?”

Before the nurse could respond, suddenly the patient stirred. And rather rapidly the vampire screeched. It seemed even through these medications she could still feel the agonizing pain. “HSSRRRIRRAAH!!” Amaris shrilly shrieked, kicking and thrashing around dangerously. Her nails were clawing the air, and her fangs were extended. Her eyes were bright purple discs, glowing brightly. “HIIRRRAAA!!” She screamed again, kicking in her bed. Suddenly the shadows in the room began to pool to her, and rising up off the ground to whip around the room, strike whoever was around, and tear her out of the binds. Before she could get so far as to harm herself, Chimera's Snake mouth latched Amaris' puncture point trying to halt Amaris from ripping herself a bigger unhealable wound. With her dragon arm she protected Hisashi from the shadow lashes earning a few nicks of her own from Amaris’s attack yet before the shadows could strike again to hands clamped onto Amaris head leaning her up to lock into Imma’s eyes. With both eye contact, and touch Imma’s quirk quickly drained any strength the girl had let silencing the spasms as Imma sung softly to her daughter.

“Ramiris’ bloodline is rather troublesome, might be best if I help,” Imma paused in her song, continuing to lull her child into a numbing sleep. From the moment she had been informed what happened she had hauled ass to get to the school. Probably would hear shit from Misoka from leaving Ramiris’ house without an escort but she didn't care… her baby had been harmed… and her rage was only quelled by doing what she could for Amaris now.

“I see Hisashi help me re-prop the restraints to the rebar were going to have to be aggressive, and fast this time around,” Chimera spoke repositioning the holds as they slowly, but expediently removed the rebar. Once the process was done Hisashi could fully concentrate on closing the wound as Chimera kept it cleaned up to avoid debris infection.

“Imma..?” Amaris whisper-mumbled when the woman showed up and began singing a lulling song. With her pinkish eyes focused on the woman, they slowly closed once more, and her body fell still. From there the treatment would continue thankfully this time successfully without anymore issues.

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U.A Trama Case 3: Isamu Yukimura

“Do you want to be put under for the procedure,” Chimera asked, going over the chart for Isamu’s wounds. Just like her last patient Isamu had been given the misfortune of suffering at the hands of Pychotris. However he suffered a wholly other realm of damage. Third degree burns surrounding his right arm, and left which would probably all kinds of hell to come into hence why she had numbed his nerves with a small dose of pain relief directly into his body's processing center. Next was the second degree burns on the right leg followed by internal bleeding which the nurses had halted, and drained following up with fresh plasma, and clotting agents. Hisashi would be able to handle that, and the fractured bones with his healing touch needed his attention more thus her job would be to concentrate on the burns. Holding still for a moment Chimera started to relax her throat as she exposed Isamus right leg burns a rather slimy substance started to spill out all over the burn. It would eat at the aloe vera for nutrition, and reacted to the burnt flesh slightly eating at the upper dead flesh before soothing the recoverable skin. This process would take awhile, but was necessary as his damaged flesh hadn’t been clearly at the sight of conception meaning debris, and pollutants were very likely. That, and her more effective method would need to be on his third degree burns. Taking a rather big vial Chimera immediately down it in one gulp giving the chemical process in her body a moment to act. Once her eyes changed to red she knew it was complete as her snake tail slithered onto the table where Isamus right hand was. Opening its jaw wide it took very little time for it to devour his arm fully lacing it with fluids that would numb, and ease the skin. Once it reached the end of the burn her snake tail clamped down injecting Isamu with vitamin K supplement to help the internal bleeding clotting process to be handled by his body allowing Hisashi’s quirk to speed up the process. As her tail began to constrict, and ease repeatedly the healing process began with the saliva in the tail devouring, and sucking out any debris as well as removable dead skin. As the skin was removed it would be heavily layered with chemicals which would sap out the heat with cooling agents usually this type of wound could heal on its own but given the massive coverage it would place Isamu out of action for a very long time… which Chimera would not let happen.

“Is he alright on your end,” Chimera asked emotionless though clearly worried about her understudy.

Isamu groaned softly. He'd been in and out of consciousness since they had left the port. It was likely thanks to that that he'd been able to ignore his pain. At least, until he'd finally been put down to rest. The adrenaline was gone, everything hit him at once. The nursing staff had done wonders with his internal bleeding. It didn't help the burns so much, Luckily, he'd be met with two literal sights for sore eyes, in the forms of Nurse Hisashi and Chimera.

"Hehe~ Hey guuuuys," he said weakly, waving with his good arm. "Fancy... ow... seeing-" He winced, unable to continue as he grit his teeth to keep from screaming. Chimera asked if he wasn't to be put under, but he shook his head. "No... B-but..." he stopped. He'd wanted to ask how Amaris and Honoka were. Charlotte? Cupie? Their parents? But he couldn't. Luckily, Chimera numbed the nerves of his right arm, his left leg. The burns didn't feel as intense. Still, he could do nothing, but observe as she and Hisashi worked.

At least he was feeling better. "Heh... Ya know... I'm pretty sure I had... A dream like this one..." he murmured as he felt Hisashi's lips right around where his ribs would be. "E-except... ya know... I wasn't..." he swallowed with a small gulp, hand coming to rest on his abdomen for a moment. "Wha..." It seemed he'd forgotten for a moment. "I-I have abs... woooow~" he chuckled softly as he rubbed around his own body for a bit. "Ah- That feels... weird..." he couldn't help but comment as he felt Chimera's snake tail engulf his arm. What he could feel was so odd. If only he'd been able to pay more attention. He was certainly not in his right mind. As the procedure continued Chimera would eventually release Isamu’s hand revealing a rather well cleaned up limb with minor burns left. The saliva leftover would help Hisashi heal up what was left as she moved onto the bigger limb of the left leg.

“I’ll chalk it up to strange teenage hormones,” Chimera chuckled rather empty in the sound of humor, but not much was present at the moment during the procedure. With that her tail expanded in size devouring the foot as it rinsed and repeated the first process.

Isamu groaned shaking his head. His arm felt better, if nothing else, though he dared not move it. He laughed a little all the same, raising his good arm. "Hooorraaaayyy for hormones~" He cheered weakly, before feeling the tail begin to devour his leg. "A-ah... close... t-too close," he winced. That was the best he could do movement wise; he was out of it.
 
Amaris n Ayame n Kanna infirmary collab

While Kanna was still in her bunk, Ayame decided to check in on some of the rest, starting off with Amaris, they were friends after all, though she was depressed and not as cheery as she normally would be, she had heard both she and Isamu were very injured, though she did not know to what extent. Peeking into the divider the other was in she speaks up;

“H-hello, A-amaris? Are you resting or still awake?”

After being visited by so many people -wow, who would’ve thought so many people would drop by to see her! Amaris was feeling a bit drained, her side aching once more. She was about to pass back out, when she heard a familiar voice.

Perking back up immediately she called back. “Oh! Ayame! Come ovver!” She sat back up and looked over at the red panda girl.

“You look like you should be sleeping.” She says upon seeing the other, her ears down. “I heard you and Isamu took the worst of it, Kanna looked like she been to hell and back, well minus she seemed fine..like a book that’s cover is messed up but the book is fine.. You look like you are very, very tired..I don’t need to ask how you feel I think.”

“I.. probably..!” Amaris agreed. She definitely felt fatigued. She perked up when she heard about Isamu and Kanna. “Really? I havven’t heard anythhing about the othhers..”

After pausing and pursing her lips, staring at Ayame for a moment. She didn’t seem her usual self. Had something happened to her, too? After a moment, shadows suddenly pulled the red panda girl closer. Right into Amaris’s outstretched arms. Hugging her close, her hand brushing the girl’s reddish hair. “How are you, then, Ayame?”

“Yeah, It’s just what I was told, well with you, you got stabbed and Isamu got burned and Kanna, well.. I’m not sure. I mean I know what she told me, but I don’t know how to put it into words..short of well what she said.”

As Amaris suddenly pulled on her, Ayame was caught off guard. “Wah!” With that she doesn’t seem to fight the petting at least. “Well, I didn’t get hurt like you guys but I was totally outmatched and I thought a bunch of people were going to die.. Don’t worry about me for right now Amaris, you’re the one who is hurt.”

“I.. am fine,” she retorted, still brushing Ayame’s hair. “You seem.. diffherent. Out of it. What iz on your mind? The othhers are getting their own help, you are here right now. Ayame iz ushually very upbeat and energetic. Thiss iz unlike you.”

“I’m not as strong as the rest of you, short of ambushes I can’t hold my own against any of you minus one or two. I don’t think all of this is for me. I want to help people but I don’t know if this is how I should do it.. I had to fight a man that could make all sorts of poisons and gases.. He then poisoned a bunch of people to test me, if I had power or a gun that was real I could have stopped him then! But everything I tried he just ignored or was a step ahead, I even had to test his gases.. Ultimately he broke his vials then threw the rest into a room and sat it on fire, I couldn’t go in there, I mean I could have but I would have been burned worse than Isamu for nothing!...I know that but I still feel bad for it..” Shouting out a portion of that it seemed she was having second thoughts.

Amaris pulled Ayame onto her bed, so she could sit and relax. Where Amaris rubbed the other girl’s back, listening to her concerns. As she described it, it was true, Amaris found no viable way for Ayame to deal with someone who used gases like that. Still… “Not evvery enemy usses gasses,” she correctly pointed out. “There are enemiess thhat you are bad againsst. And feeel helplesss. And then there are enemiess you are good againsst, and feeel unsstoppable.”

She was trying to help in her own Amaris-way, while continuing to rub Ayame’s back encouragingly. “You thhink I do not feeel like thhat? If an enemy hass a flashhlight, I am at a dissadvantage. People.. Heroess learn to ovvercome their weaknessses. And if they cannot, they rely on otherss who are better suuited againsst ccertain enemiess. Your.. conccerns are valid, but.. I thhink there are people who rely on you. Ifh you givve up, then thosse people are doomed. They no longer have the one they relied on to help them.” She patted the girl’s shoulder. “Sstill, hero work iz not suuited for everyone. Maybe you do havve anothher avvenue in lifhe. Anothher calling. I cannot tell you what you shhould do. Only you can figure that out.”

“But.. my advicce for gasses-man.. Maybe, insstead of following by hiz ruless. Maybe, insstead, establishh your own, then make him follow yourss. I havve nevver been one to heed what my enemy hass to ssay. Hm.. I do not know what thosse ruless would be, but.. Doess he know about your cloness? Perhapss you can sscare him: bluff. Anyway, that would be my advicce in thhat sscenario: play by your own ruless, don’t be intimidated by a vvillain. Intimidate them insstead. Put them on the defensiive.”


She shrugged. “Maybe find out why he’ss doing what he’ss doing. Then make him queshtun himsself. Or turn on hiz previouss noshuns. I thhink you could do that; you’re clevver and ssmart. And that's somethhing you can do that othhers cannot. You may not be as tuff as Shhun, but you are more clevver than he evver would be. More analytical. You thhink you don’t havve usses but you do. You jusst need to realizze what they are, and then hone them to a razor’ss edge. You aren’t a hero Ayame becausse you can punchh ssomeone. You are a hero becausse you can outwit the vvillains and thhat will ssave the day.”

With some inner conflict she listens but says nothing for a few moments, smiling lightly she pats the other on her head. “Amaris I know there are things I can and can’t do, but the problem with heroes is we can’t pick who comes after us.. I’ll need to think on it, you did say it’s what I do good afterall, haha. Plus I’m not sure I could be intimidating without cutting lose and going a little crazy. I mean I’m small and fluffy, hahaha.”

Standing up to her feet, the other wipes away her tears and puts on a big smile for the sake of her friend. “You should worry more about you. That lady you all fought seemed rather dangerous. And you look more pale than you normally do.”

Amaris cocked her head. She hoped what she said got through to her friend somewhat. It was hard to tell with Ayame’s unique way of deflecting. “I am tired,” she murmured, admitting it. “Shhe wass very powerful.. Evven when I tried my hardesst, withh Cupie’ss aid, and Chharlotte’ss, we could not defeat her. I do not know what happened to her.”

“Hmm.. She was from the files they showed us back here.. She was very dangerous I don’t know why she was playing though..I think that Maid has something to do with it.” Pondering it for a bit minus the tunnel group all the rest did seem that way. Like twisted game to deflect and distract.. Maybe she could ask Kanna more about what went on down in those tunnels..

“Hmm..I don’t like this, was there anyone else there besides the hostages or the villain?”

“Maid? Who iz thhat?” Amaris asked. She found she was not as familiar with the villains as Ayame or some of the others might be. “Um.. There wass a cat person who lead us there. I do not know where shhe went. Shhe did not shhow back up when we were fighting.”

“Huh.. Oh the one that was there with Adilade and Kaori.. She’s a tricky one.. Though the cat person worries me a little given she lead you there, if it’s the one me and Cupie fought.”

“Hm.. Shhe did not fight at all, but yess, sstill worrying,” Amaris said.

“Maybe I should talk to Moma about it, but she left real fast after seeing me, I have a funny feeling about that.. Oh yeah did they bring you blood? I could ask Kanna or Mimi to make you something.” The red panda girl says, standing to her feet.

“Um..” Someone had brought her some blood. But she was still feeling quite hungry. She knew her body better than anyone, it would need more blood to recover. She gave a “go ahead” nod to Ayame. “That would be nicce, thhank you.”

“Ah.. I should just stop caring about all this and just keep trying like I always do.” She says with a shake of her head. “Are you sure you are okay? Haha, you said some rather insightful stuff you know… Not so long ago I would not have expected it, you’ve come a long way.”

There was a little fuzzy frown on her face, with a tilted head. Seeing Ayame like this was disconcerting; she had tried to help, but it seemed like it didn’t. Even in spite of what Ayame just said. All she did was pat her on the head and give the red fuzzy ears a rub. “I did? You wouldn’t havve? Hm..”

“Yeah, really. But I guess I shouldn’t let that worry me.. Though I’m worried about all of this, they are hiding something from us.. Head Master Gregori that is.. I think I’ll go be sneaky, see if I can learn what it is.” She adds in, it seemed the girl had much on her mind, besides her personal failures.

“I could help you,” Amaris pointed out, reminding her how often they sneak together. If Ayame suspected they were hiding something, then that meant they probably were.

“You should rest for now Amaris, even I can tell you aren’t back to 100%.. Or maybe I would know that better than some of the rest. Don’t push yourself, plus if I get caught then only one of us gets punished.”

Amaris leaned back against her pillow. “Hmm.. Mkay.” She frowned. “Do not get caught, then.” She still thought this was a job better suited for her shadow abilities, but she sensed Ayame would not be swayed. And yes, she was definitely not at 100% yet.


“Haha, well see you later Amaris..” Walking out of the room, her ears were up but her tail still laid still, lifting momentarially out of shock or surprise. “Oh, Kanna! Hmm, yeah she’s still awake, I think she should sleep more though… huh? Ah. Well I’ll see you later.”

Moving out of the way the red miko enters the room, she somewhat still reeked of blood, though it was at least not coating her hands and face for a change. “Ah, Amaris, you don’t seem too worse for the wear given what I had heard.” Bowing at that the other walks to the bedside with a small smile.

“Huh? Oh, Kanna! Ayame jusst left,” she said. Though they probably passed each other, so she already knew that. Amaris was surprised so many people were coming to visit her. She had no idea this many people would. “What can I do for you?..” Amaris could definitely smell the scent of blood on Kanna. And frankly… it was appetizing. It made her mouth water, but she tried to be discrete and hopefully Kanna wouldn’t notice.

“Nothing really, I would offer you my sleeves for the blood from them but I don’t think that would taste so well.” She says seemingly having noticed but not caring all that much.

“I was checking up on you and the rest to see how they were doing, after dragging Aurora through the subways I haven’t really had much time to check on the rest till they got to me. Plus you are a member of our class, why would I not come?”

“Hm.. Wait, what happened to Aurora?!?” Amaris asked, leaning forward, as if on the edge of her seat. This was the first time someone had mentioned something about Aurora!

Then she licked her lips. “Y~you nevver know… It could be tassty, why do you ssay it wouldn’t be?”

Hearing her say she was just checking in because Amaris was a part of the class, made Amaris feel slightly.. well, guilty. It was an obvious reason that the vampire had not even considered. More recently she would definitely visit others, but before that? Unless she was directly needed, visiting the others just for visiting’s sake would not have been on Amaris’s radar.

“Well my robes are made of cloth and I was sweaty and moving around a giant subway network, but if you wish it I can let you have the sleeves to do as you wish.. But ah yes, Aurora..” Closing her eyes for a bit she then speaks, opening them; “She was poisoned, blood poisoning to be more spot on. So was I, but the nature of my quirk, you could say that poison helped me immensely. We had to fight against the Wolf Girl some of us met before and a new unknown enemy. The later poisoned her and then she rushed off against the former. Eventually after she passed out I was able to force them back and I drug her back to the surface, or towards it, when she came too breaking a part of the overhead ceiling. The rest was a ride back to the UA. She was stable when I seen her on my way here.”

Amaris listened to what happened. The wolf girl they had seen before attacked them? “Doess that mean shhe was a vvillain all along?” Ignoring her own question she frowned. Hearing Aurora was poisoned was worrying. “Will shhe be okay..! Maybe I shhould go seee her..!” The vampire exclaimed, pulling off her covers and lifting a foot out of the bed.

“Shhsi!” she hissed in pain, flinching.

Nodding her head left to right, Kanna extends a hand to keep Amaris in place, though lightly. “You aren’t in much better condition than she is, I expect she’ll be up and moving soon, though I should be resting myself, or so the Doctor said, but I feel fine. Is there anything you would like before I take my leave to visit others? Or even more questions or things to talk about?”


Amaris felt kanna help steady her. She looked up at the bigger girl, then swayed after a huge waft of tasty-smelling blood hit her. “A-are you shure shhe will be alright?.. O-of coursse shhe will be… The doctorss will help her.. I cannot do anythhing.” Actually, that brought up a good question Amaris had never considered before. What if she drank poisoned blood? That thought was unnerving as she responded. “You shhould alsso go resst. I am fine here. Thhank you again for sstopping by, Kanna.”

“Oh, you seeemed to havve taken a beating from your foe. How wass the wolf girl when fighting? How could shhe sstand up to you?”
In Amaris’s mind, Kanna was the biggest powerhouse of the team, even more so than Aurora, and was built like a tank. Nothing should really do much damage to her. To hear something had was concerning.

“She had control of ice, extreme temperatures can affect my quirk in some manner as well as strength and endurance beyond most of our classmates. The poison was lethal to my blood system so with how my mutation works it basically force flowed to purge it which caused it to run wild. If not for that I would say we are evenly matched in overall terms. If not favoring her under normal circumstances, it would be a hard and bloody fight regardless of who won. I must get stronger and more durable should I meet her again… She was like a wild animal, no reason and only emotion.. Though coming from a demon..” Shrugging at that she tilts her head slightly.

“That battle has given me much to think about.. That girl, be she the daughter of the Number one or not, is a threat equal to the mongrels that would come down from the mountains to bring destruction and suffering to the villages.. One should not suffer a wolf to live near a farm..so. No, it’s something to think about during my own time.”

“Icce? Like Massaru.” Amaris commented, nodding as Kanna explained her quirk, and how it interacted with it. That all checked out for what she knew of Kanna. The little joke made Amaris smirk and release a little chuckle. “Demon miko and emoshunal icce wolf. Who winss? My bet iz on our demon miko.” She said with a pat to Kanna’s arm.

“Ifh she iz the Number One’s daughter.. doess that make her related to Ichhirou? Hm..”

“Indeed, both of the wolves, it was learned, were the daughter of a hero that Kaz was with before Chitose, I don’t recall her name. From her own outbursts it seems they were stolen away by Mauve shortly after or even before the mother's death. She was fully obsessed with her brother and seemed ignorant or willingly against good and evil, striking out in her rage at the world, taken by her captive.. Even should Mauve be removed from play, I rather doubt she would change her ways.. Everyone in the subway took some damage it seems, Shunsuke, me, Aurora, Masaru and Auntie Misoka to a point..and more aside, but that I cannot share, but yet at least. Though knowing Ayame she will find the answer and share it before such is known.”

With another shrug she holds out one of her sleeves. “I’m fairly sure my blood purged the poison if you want to try wringing it out.”

“It iz okay, I will find some dinner elsewhere,” Amaris replied with a shake of her head. It was disconcerting to learn that some of Kaz’s kids were that dangerous and that angry at everything. Shunsuke had already visited, and he seemed fine, so he got the aid he needed. She felt she also just needed to rest up. Any further strain could reopen her wound.

Bowing at that she withdraws her offer. “Well, I guess I’ll go walk around some more, you really should sleep Amaris, I have a little Panda I need to try and watch out for should she fall in her task.”
 
Following receiving treatment from Chimera and Nurse Hisashi, Isamu had been left to recover in his room. He’d slept for a little bit, on and off, and was feeling much better. He couldn’t get the events at the port out of his head though. How was his mom? How was Amaris? And Honoka? He turned onto his side, his eyes opening slowly to the sight of his mother sleeping in a chair on the other side of the room. That answered one question. He swallowed softly, forcing himself up into the sitting position as the blanket fell off him.

He wanted to get up out of bed, but he couldn’t cause a tube sticking out of his arm. “Fluids… right…” he huffed softly. It wasn’t like he could taste, but he still imagined it would be better to take things in the old fashioned way. At least for him anyway.

“Where’s my phone?” he asked nobody, speaking in a whisper so as not to wake his mom. He would have liked to message Charlotte and see how she was doing.

As he would do that, Charlotte would open the door softly, eying him from where he sat on the bed with some suspicion. She pulled out her phone as she approached, floating. The clacking of heels wasn’t particularly quiet. Tapping against it, Isamu would receive the message’s contents as she set herself next to the bed.

I hope you’re not trying to break out.

She then smirked at him, waving the phone side to side by twisting her wrist, as if teasing him that she knew his next steps.

“Are you feeling okay?” She asked in a whisper.

Isamu couldn't help, but laugh a little bit as Charlotte waved her phone before him. Hearing the ping of his own phone, he'd manage to find it much easier. "Even if I was gonna try to break out, it'd only be so I could find you," he said, laying his phone on his lap as he gave a small sigh.

He was feeling pretty good now all else considered. "I think so. A little light, if I'm being honest. pretty empty too," he said, patting his stomach softly. He remembered saying this "form" had been risky. But in the moment, he'd never explained why. He didn't have the time.

"I'm just glad everything worked out." Isamu glanced at his mother, still snoozing away. "How's your dad? And how are you?"

Charlotte let out a bemused huff at that. If he could laugh or joke, it meant he must be doing okay. Though as he drew attention to his new form, the girl glanced down and placed a hand on his stomach. She rubbed it softly wearing a cheeky grin all the while.

“I don’t know… I think I like it,” Charlotte said slyly before pulling back. “Papa’s fine. He’s resting up. His sense of humor is intact so that’s something.”

Floating up and sitting upon the side of the bed, Charlotte let out a soft sigh. She idly tapped her fingers against her lap before responding to the second question.

“I’m okay… The adrenaline wore off and I freaked out a bit, but I didn’t get hurt like you guys.”

Isamu's abs tensed up a bit as he felt her hand on his stomach. "Heh... That's new..." he said softly, though he couldn't say he minded it much. "Buuut, try not to get too used to this. It messes with my body a lot. And I can't really hero once the power runs out." He said laughing a bit.

All the same, Isamu was happy. "I told you we'd do everything we could to save our family. You not getting hurt is just icing on the cake." He smiled at her and reached out grabbing her hand. He hadn't been there to help her freak out. Hell, he was unsure how he hadn't broken down himself. He took a deep breath and sighed. "This was... rough..."

Charlotte pouted a bit at that. She liked Isamu, and the loss of some muscle wasn’t going to change that. All the same—Abs. She’d be lying if she claimed not to be a fan.

“Booo… What’s the deal with this anyway? How long does it drain you for?” Charlotte inquired, having not received an explanation for this new ability yet. “I know… I didn’t doubt that but…”

Charlotte’s hand grasped his in turn, though as she growed solemn for a moment, it quickly turned into a scowl followed by a huff.

“Honestly...~! I don’t get these idiots at all! What was even the point of all this? Some of us got hurt, but they got thrown through a damn building. Grudge showed up a little bit ago and said a couple others had attacked her when she was searching and they got beat up too! They didn’t even get anything from this!” Charlotte ranted in a hushed tone before sighing and plopping down next to him on the bed, or floating adjacent to him on her side was more accurate. “Yeah… it was… but we all made it. And we won too.”

Isamu chuckled softly, rubbing the back of his head. "Well, as much as I'm sure you like the new look, it's part of something I was working on for a while." He side, leaned back a bit after readjusting the position of the hospital bed a bit. "I call it full burst. Basically, I take all the energy in my body and force it out. It cause this... transformation? Makes me stronger, faster, able to manipulate and make bombs almost instantaneously, as long as I remember the formulas and make up of each... But it's only until the energy runs out. Then, I'm basically just like anyone else." Isamu took a deep breath and sighed.

"The other down side is while I'm fighting... while it's happening. It's like... thousands of bombs exploding across my body constantly. Hurts like a bitch," he laughed a little bit more. "Basically, I'm saying you should enjoy it while it lasts. I'm gonna be like this for a few more days at least."

With a small cheeky smirk he looked at her move closer. Her rant raised a lot of important points, but more than that right now, he was just glad they'd won. Even more important than that! She was next to him. He reached out slipping his arm under her. It was easy with her floating like that. "We should celebrate later," he said on the notion of their victory as he pulled her closer until she was basically on top of him. His smirk transitioned to a full blown grin as he held her for a moment before pressing his lips against her.

“Hmm…~ So you had something like that…” Charlotte mused, running a finger down his torso. “Well, I guess asking for a transformation now and then would be a bit selfish.”

It was unfortunate that it took so much out of him, even more so that it pained him so much. She would just have to make sure she did as advised and enjoy it for the time being. As his arm reached over and he commented something vaguely, Charlotte rose a brow, but didn’t resist. She practically straddled him, kissing him in return.

“Mm~ And what could you mean by that I wonder?” Charlotte questioned smugly. “Forget there’s company here?”

Isamu kept his hands resting at Charlotte's lower back just over her rear as he looked up at her. "I know we aren't alone. I'm not saying now. Buuuut~" He trailed off a bit, the smirk never leaving his face. Thinking about it, he was pretty happy with where he was right now. "Maybe we can go out again. Have a nice night out, come back~" as each word continued to trail he leaned a bit closer once again until he was just about to kiss her again.

He pulled back though as he heard a noise. His mother began to stir in her sleep. He breathed out, a small smile on his face even as his little moment was interrupted. "We can talk about this later, right?" he asked playfully as he gave her one more quick peck.

"Isamu?" his mother called weakly as she attempted to begin rubbing the sleep from her eyes, still not entirely there.

Charlotte let out a quiet giggle to his suggestion. Her hands rested gently on his chest, not wanting to push down too much. Thankfully, she was capable of making herself about as weightless as she wanted. Humming as he inched closer, Charlotte only stiffened when she heard the same noise.

It didn’t take much for Charlotte to react. She was rather quick to remove herself from his lap and stand at the side of the bed. Both hands were clasped behind her back and she had an entirely innocent smile.

“Hi~ Are you okay Yukimura-san?”

Isamu sat back up as his mother yawn, moving out of her chair to her feet. "I'm still a little shaken, but I'm alright." Ichika Yukimura, Isamu's mother, replied softly as she walked toward the two. Once she was close enough she placed a hand on Charlotte's shoulder, giving the girl a weak smile. "How are you though sweetie? And your father?" Between worrying about Isamu, and trying to figure out what was going on, what she could do, Ichika hadn't had much time for rest. Even now, having just woken up, she looked tired.

"Mom, are you sure you don't wanna try to go home and sleep?" Isamu asked a bit worried.

"Ah... I couldn't just go home. Between being checked up, worrying about you. You were so... hurt... I-"

"I know mom. But check it out," he said working out a small smile. "I'm good as new. Well... slightly altered, but still good!"

Ichika gave another small smile, though she couldn't get the worry to leave her eyes. "Are you sure you're okay? Both of you?"

Isamu laughed a little bit, rubbing the back of his head. "I must have really worried you... But really, I'm fine. I'm just glad everything turned out alright." Although it was odd. One might have expected Isamu to have broken down, cried, something... But he hadn't. He hadn't even thought about it til now. But even if he did feel that coming on, he wasn't about to break down in front of his already worried mother.

“Papa’s fine. He’s being checked right now,” Charlotte replied. “I’m fine too… Adrenaline wore off and threw me for a loop, but I wasn’t hurt.”

Saying that, Charlotte’s smile faded a bit. Part of her wanted to apologize for everything. It wasn’t something they could have predicted, but all the same the parents were dragged into something dangerous all because of the kids. She didn’t want to bring the mood down any further though, rather she wanted to cheer the woman up. Heroes had a duty to morale too, didn’t they.

“Did he always used to be like this?” Charlotte questioned, suddenly gaining a pout. “How much of a troublemaker was little Isamu? Running into heated situations, doing dangerous things, suddenly getting eight-packs.”

Perhaps her prodding would turn attention towards happier times, or so she intended. At least the joke might lighten things up.

“Wha-” Isamu immediately began to question, quickly cut off by a giggle from his mother.

"Troublemaker?" she asked almost in disbelief. "My sweet little boy? Never. He could barely stand up to fly landing on his food, let alone cause trouble for anyone when he was younger." She said, much to Isamu's immediate dismay. "It was so cute. He'd flail his arms and cry for me or his father to shoo it away."

Isamu's eyes widened for a moment. "Mom!" he exclaimed, prompting a bigger laugh.

"What? You were so adorable. Big chubby cheeks. Not knowing what to do. It's not every day a mother gets to say her child literally couldn't hurt a fly." Evidently the exclamation hadn't deterred the woman at all. And though he was happy to see her... not so worried... part of him wanted to bury his face in his pillow and just die.

Charlotte’s little plan had worked… but at what cost?

Charlotte pout grew into a cheshire grin at that, glancing at the bedridden boy from the corner of her eyes.

“Really now~? Not even a fly~?” Charlotte chimed smugly. Just because she aimed to cheer Ichika up didn’t mean the foreigner couldn’t also tease him.

Reaching over to pat his hand, the girl gave him an all too innocent smile. She spoke in a sing-song voice as well, obviously teasing him despite the words themselves being ones of consolation.

“Aww, it’s okay baby~ I’ll protect you from any flies~” Charlotte cooed. “I’ll have to ask you for stories sometime, Yukimura-san.”

Isamu's cheeks flared red as Charlotte spoke, teasing him. "H-hey... I'm not..." Once again, Isamu found himself interrupted by his mother, this time in the form of a gasp.

"Baby?!" Ichika exclaimed, a big smile forming ear to ear on her face. Looking in her eyes, it was almost like her pupils had physically transformed into stars as she beamed, head shifting to look at Charlotte, Isamu and back. The happiness quickly turned to excitement as she moved in to hug her boy. "I almost can't believe it. Maybe I'm still dreaming!" She chimed happily.

"M-mom?!" Isamu barked as he was pulled into her embraced.

"I can't believe my sweet, adorable, little baby boy is growing up!" she continued, pinching his cheeks as she fawned over him. The look on Isamu's face was anything but pleased as he weakly pawed at his doting mother to get her away. "Who have thought you would be getting a girlfriend? And such a pretty girl too~!" She beamed as she hopped away from Isamu, taking hold of Charlotte's hands. "From now on you call me Ichika-san, Charlotte." she cooed softly. "And maybe one day... no no no, it's far too early to think about that. Unless... no. But maybe..." She was going a million miles an hour as she released Charlotte's hands, turning away as he hands came up to cup her own cheeks, shaking her head back and forth. "It feels like just yesterday I was still washing you off in the kitchen sink and cleaning your cute little-"

"MOM!" Isamu finally shouted, prompting the older woman to stop, one final giggle escaping her. It had to be physically impossible for his cheeks to grow ANY redder than they were.

Charlotte’s glance quickly switched over to Ichika, a brow raised in response to the sudden burst of energy. Blinking a few times, her eyes looked at the woman, then back at Isamu. She was confused at first, but as Ichika spoke Charlotte began to get the picture. Bringing a hand up to cover the sly grin growing on her face, she spectated the happenings in front of her.

“You didn’t tell her yet?” Charlotte inquired before her hands were pulled into another grasp. “U-Um… Ichika-san…”

Charlotte could guess where the woman was headed, but it was a bit early for that, and so the French girl let the woman derail into embarrassing Isamu further.

“You know~ If you told her earlier, you could’ve avoided this~” Charlotte chimed in again with a small giggle.

"I..." Isamu began, but stopped. He sighed, defeated, trying to calm himself a bit, though the red never left his cheeks. "I never really got the chance. It feels like it's always one thing after another around here..." he huffed crossing his arms. "B-besides... did you tell your parents we were dating?"

Although he asked that, he wouldn't have been surprised if Charlotte said yes. Of course, she might have also just lied to tease him, tell them later and then admit what she'd done after the fact. That seemed like a very Charlotte thing to do.

"Sorry, sweetie. But I'm happy you've finally gotten out there~" Ichika chimed softly before gasping. "I have to go call your father!" She was beaming, absolutely ecstatic as she ran to the door. "Ah... Sweetie shoudl I pick you and Charlotte up some food?"

"I'm ac-"

"What am I saying. You're practically skin and bones. Of course, I'll pick up some food!" Ichika cut him off as she ran out of the room.

"She's... either taking this a lot better than I thought... Or she's gonna break down..." He said calmly, though it was likely she already had. In fact, it had happened a few times since their float to safety. He'd been out cold through it all. And his mother was just happy he was okay.

Charlotte gave a small nod paired with a smirk.

“Mhm. Well, papa knows I’m dating you. He just doesn’t know you,” Charlotte clarified before looking to Ichika.

Well, the girl’s plan had worked. The woman was not only happy but energized as well. Isamu was likely in for some embarrassment in the near future, but that was probably a welcome change to a fight with villains.

Watching her leave, Charlotte’s smug gaze settled on Isamu. Once again, she reached out to him, patting his bicep a little in a comforting motion. At least, it would be comforting were it not followed by further torment.

“And if anything lands on it, I’ll shoo it away,” Charlotte hummed, her hand then pausing and moving to his chest where it began to pad. “Though, I wouldn’t say it’s just skin and bones.”

"You're not gonna let that go for a while, huh?" Isamu asked with a deadpan expression as he was left alone with his girlfriend once more. Why did his mom have to tell her that story? There were so many... There were a few... There was at least ONE story she had to have that wasn't embarrassing? Wow... Maybe he should have just thanked her for not teling a story even more embarrassing.

Regardless, he let it go. "Hopefully after that whole mess... he'll have at least something of a good opinion of me," he said with a small sigh. His first 'meeting' with his girlfriend's father and the man didn't even know who he was. "Then, maybe I can get a story or tw-" he paused, his eyes shifting down to meet her hand on his chest.

"Are you having fun?" His eyes followed the hand back up to the smug face of his girlfriend. "Cause it seems like you're having fun." He had said to enjoy it while it lasted after all. He just wasn't quite expected her to be so handsy. Maybe... It really shouldn't have been a surprise though.

“Nope!” Charlotte answered without a hint of hesitation, patting him a couple more times. “I wouldn’t have doubts about that. You worry too much.”

Assuring him of that, perhaps she would bring him to meet her father or vice verse. Of course, the most important matter was making sure they were both checked up. They could meet later. Hopefully under her own supervision to avoid any potential fly stories.

As Isamu questioned her, the sly grin widened. Charlotte floated up from her position and levitated a few inches above him perpendicularly. Her hand remained on his chest, idly patting it as she looked at him.

“I am. You said to enjoy it~” Charlotte justified. “Or are you going to start charging me?”

Isamu couldn't help laughing a little. "I figured not." he said calmly, shaking his head. "Just let me know when you wanna set up a little meet and greet. Uh... hopefully under much better circumstances than our last one," Isamu said, giving his own little awkward attempt at humor. Maybe it was a bit too soon, but... oh well. He had to cope somehow.

It helped that things were relatively light right now. Pun intended as Charlotte soon lifted herself up to lay over him. It was still someone odd that she chose to do that rather than lay on him. Although he was still recovering...

"Heh... You're right, I did say that," he said a small grin playing on his face. "Buuuut~ Charging you? That does seem interesting. Whatever could I ask of my beautiful girlfriend?"

“We’ll see how you’re both feeling today. Otherwise we’ll set something up,” Charlotte assured him. “It might be difficult to meet them both at the same time past today though.”

They both tended to work quite a bit, making it hard for even her to spend time with. Today was an exception given that one was kidnapped and the other would of course be excused from work to come here. Charlotte also knew that while Ichika was quickly distracted by the good news, her own mother wouldn’t move on so quickly.

Moving on to the prospect of price, Charlotte looked down at him with a curious expression. Her hand ceased its patting and moved down a bit, opting to instead idly circle his abdomen with her index finger. The other arm propped the side of her head up.

“Hmm… I don’t know~ But you might as well charge me for the story and saving me too,” Charlotte challenged smugly.

Isamu gave a small frown at the prospect. Her parents must have been super busy. He figures that might be possible given the story she’d told him about money problems, but… it was that bad huh. “Really? Then, I guess sooner than later would be better huh?” He grinned, wanting to look on the bright side. “Otherwise, I might not be able to get any stories myself for a while.”

As her hand moved downward, he grew a bit more flustered. “Oh? I hadn’t even thought of that,” he said, eyes shifting, for a moment, from her face to her hand.

There were a number of things he feasibly could ask for. Many things he wanted. But even if he wanted to, who knew when his mom would be back. “Well, I could always…” he leaned forward a bit, whispering into the girl’s ear. If someone did come thing wouldn’t hear what he was asking her to do… or rather what he was her to let him do.

“Yeah… Like I said. Let’s see how you’re both feeling. Today would probably be the best option,” Charlotte admitted before scowling a bit. “Nope. I will be vetting any and all stories!”

Proclaiming that, she wasn’t going to give him ammo that easily. She didn’t think she had too many embarrassing stories of herself, least none that she could think of without provocation. However, she wasn’t going to take the fair chance that her parents recalled something she didn’t.

Charlotte hummed a bit as she waited for Isamu to supposedly think up some kind of reward he wanted. However, she wasn’t expecting what he came up with. Listening to his idea, her expression grew far less reserved very quickly and her complexion neared the tone of a portion of her hair. If that wasn’t enough of a giveaway, the girl also seemingly lost enough focus that she dropped from the air.

“Y-Yo-You want to… You mean… Like—H-Here? Now?” Charlotte sputtered out.

The girl’s proclamation and subsequent loss of composure left Isamu unable to focus on his own flustered feeling. In fact, he found himself stifling a laugh. He didn’t want to actually laugh and potentially make it worse, but he couldn’t help himself.

“Well… you know,” he said, looking away from the girl. “My quirk is kinda… sleeping? Heh, so if there was ever a time to… I think now would be a good opportunity,” he responded, though he didn’t quite answer at first. A small smile found its way onto his face as he looked at her again. “Ya know… I don’t think I’ve ever seen you blush this much. It’s super cute~” he teased playfully before kissing her check.

It was strange, but Isamu was calm. He wasn’t unsure in the slightest, thought the slight blush on his face did give him away. “It doesn't have to be now. Or here, but I wouldn’t mind that either.”

Isamu’s so-called “explanation” only caused her more fluster. She stared at him like a deer in headlights, flinching a bit as his lips made contact with her cheek. She fell silent for a while. Charlotte honestly had been expecting a kiss or some flirting, not something as intimate as what was proposed. She wasn’t vehemently against it or anything, but she certainly wasn’t sure how she felt about it given the embarrassment.

“I-Is that really what you want?” Charlotte asked meekly.

Placing his hand tenderly on the girl’s cheek, Isamu smiled. “Hey, you know you don’t have to do anything you’re not completely sure about.” He said softly. Even if he wanted to, he didn’t want her to feel pressured. “But yes. That is something I really want.” He paused, taking a moment to lie back on the hospital bed. “Obviously not now. Never know when someone might come back. But yeah… Maybe sometime later, or tomorrow… hopefully before my quirk is fully active again.”

“I-I know you wouldn’t force me… and if you tried, I could totally throw you out of this window right now,” Charlotte replied, grumbling a bit as she glanced back at the door. As he mentioned once again that it happened before he lost his taste however, her face froze once again. She began poking him a bit forcefully. “S-Stop! That’s so embarrassing!”

Huffing at that, Charlotte knew it would be stuck in her head all day, or more.

“L-Later… Maybe…” Charlotte murmured “...Definitely not before I can shower!”

Isamu didn't have any doubt she could and would chuck him out the window if he pushed her hand. "Oh, I'm sure," he said calmly before laughing, maybe a bit too hard at her following reaction.

"H-hey... I'm still recovering," the boy responded, before tensing up a bit. He was still tender after all. But he hadn't expected to get to her so much. "B-besides, I was only teasing. Seriously, I just wanted to make you blush more. I never get you this flustered," he said putting his hands up weakly in relative defense. He didn't want the girl to be all nervous and stuttery any longer.

Of course, that didn't mean he wouldn't be thinking about it. The blush on his face was proof of that. "Just, you know, try not to think about it too hard." Clearly he hadn't been.

“Hmph… Teasing indeed…” Charlotte murmured with a pout.

She stopped jabbing at him and readjusted herself to cuddle up next to him. An arm reached around his waist while her face nuzzled into his neck to hide. Charlotte still seemed rather flustered, similarly to that time when Isamu showed up to her room “drunk”.

“...You’re totally not. You’re a big pervert,” The girl accused her boyfriend. “That’s easy for you to say. How would you react if I said… I wanted to do that to you? Could you just not think about it?”

Isamu wrapped his arm around the girl as she cozied up to him. "Well, I don't know. Maybe I'd think about it all day... buuuut~ I think I'd still be pretty happy about it," he said with a small laugh as he turned his head just enough to plant a kiss on the top of Charlotte's.

"But hey, you're dating me," he teased a bit more, his fingers tapping lightly down the side of her body. "Worst yet, after that, you're still here snuggling up to me~" he added, developing a smug grin of his own. "So, I can't be all bad, right?" Isamu might have been pressing his luck a bit, but it was kind of refreshing to not be the one in the hot seat for once.

“H-How can you not be embarrassed at all?” Charlotte whined, realizing that she perhaps didn’t hold as much of the reins as she thought.

Nuzzling into him a bit, Charlotte dug her face further between his shoulder and neck as if to escape. She let out a small, flustered huff and kept it buried there.

“I’m exhausted and wanted to cuddle. I’m wholly innocent!” She proclaimed quietly. “I half expected you to ask me to lock the door and watch for anyone…”

"I don't really know? I mean, I have a few ideas. Some you could probably guess if you thought about it for a second, but..." Isamu paused for a moment as he turned his body just a bit to wrap his other arm around his girlfriend. He held her a little closer as she seemed to try and hide away. "I'm kinda glad. I'm not as worried about being honest with you." He smiled and kissed the top of the girl's head.

Although her reaction was funny, he wasn't sure if he should tell her he'd thought about saying just that. Locking the door was the first thing on his mind. But she already seemed uncomfortable and embarrassed enough. "Well, I'm a cuddle machine. Even if I'm a little smaller now," he said with a small laugh. "Although... if you wanted... the offer is still on the table," he added with a small grin as he poked gently at her side a bit. Perhaps he was teasing a little too much, but he was enjoying himself.

“No way,” Charlotte mumbled sternly. “If someone walked in I would die and then I would kill you.”

Though she protested, the girl didn’t need anymore invitation to cuddle. Charlotte would probably be trying to take a nap about now were it not for previous topics keeping her all too conscious. She would have to think about it later. At the very least, she wasn’t barricading the door with her quirk right now. Maybe once everything calmed down.

“It’s comforting regardless… the abs don’t hurt,” Charlotte commented. “Why would you be worried about honesty? As I said, I’m entirely innocent.”

"Die and then kill me huh?" Isamu questioned with a sort of skeptical look on his face. "I'm almost tempted to push a little bit just to see how that would work," he teased playfully as he continued to hold her. Still, this was nice in it's own way. Just cuddling with his girlfriend. He could just about fall asleep like this with her in his arms.

"I get it, you like the abs," he said rolling his eyes, though his laugh would let her know he was joking.

She posed the question of his worry of honesty, though and that prompted his laugh to trail off a bit. "Uh... W-well... You might be innocent, but clearly I- um... I'm not. I mean... I'm a total perv evidently," he explained a bit more nervous as evident in the slight chuckle in his voice.

Charlotte paused and dug her head out from its hiding spot. She stared at him with slightly narrowed eyes, as if challenging him to do just that.

“Oh? And how might you push exactly?” She questioned quite sure of herself.

She then slid down a bit, hugging him at the waist and pressing her face against his abdomen. As if to affirm his point, she nuzzled his stomach a bit before looking up at him with a whine.

“I really do though~!” Charlotte groaned before gaining a suspicious expression herself. “Oho~ So you admit it? Taking advantage of a pure maiden.”

"You make me out to be some kind of beast. How rude," Isamu responded with a small frown as she slid down to nuzzle against his abs. "Ah... H-hey... You can't just do that." He whined back. If the sensation wasn't enough, her closer proximity to was lied below the sheets certainly garnered a small "reaction" from the boy.

Isamu twitched lightly, but otherwise remained still. "Innocent maiden,huh?" he asked, attempting to tease the girl a bit more as he turned his head to hide the slight blush that was crawling its way back to his face. "I doubt I'd even need to push at this rate." Maybe she'd forgotten, or just hadn't thought about it, but given the slight tension and thoughts of his request, he wouldn't have expected Charlotte to bring her head anywhere near that direction.

Charlotte snickered a bit at that, shooting a small grin at him from where she lay.

“I can! Mine,” She stated. “Miiiiiiine~.”

She appeared rather pleased with herself, nuzzling against his muscled stomach. That was, until, Charlotte felt something push against her, namely against her chest. Pausing, she glanced down and instantly the blush was back. Her face morphing into a flustered scowl, Charlotte looked back up expectantly.

“What was that you were saying?” She inquired, though remaining in place.

Isamu sucked in a breath. To say he liked Charlotte calling him, or any part of him, her's would have been a major understatement. Of course, this only served to make it that much more noticeable when he...

"Hm? Me? What was I saying?" he asked softly, chuckling a little in response, albeit a little nervously. He refused to meet her eyes for a moment. Briefy, he glanced at her though. Despite the scowl, she was... blushing? She was blushing! She wasn't in any better a position than him. "I think--could be wrong--that I was saying something about you being and 'innocent maiden'?" he responded, almost more like a question before a slight smirk formed on his face.

Though he still wouldn't meet her eyes, the smirk only seemed to grow a bit. "Or maybe it was the other comment? I don't know. You're the one rubbing up on me~" he poked a bit more, glancing at her again, this time meeting her eyes. "Doesn't seem very innocent to me. Buuuut~ I could be wrong."

Charlotte narrowed her eyes a bit at that. Isamu was being awfully cheeky for one so easily embarrassed. She knew that his confidence and remarks were likely feigned in order to maintain some control over the situation. However, contrasting what he may have expected, Charlotte did not relinquish her position.

“Oh you know exactly what it was,” Charlotte accused him. “And no. I’m not rubbing up on you.”

What followed next was surprisingly bold of her. Rather than distance herself, the girl pressed herself even more into him as if to really show him what “rubbing up on” meant.

This is rubbing up on you,” Charlotte stated looking up at him. “And your gaze is awfully averted for one so innocent”

"W-whaaa?" Isamu's eyes widened a bit as the girl's actions. She certainly became his focus in that moment. "H-hey... I never said I w-was innocent. Just that you're not as innocent..." Huffing softly, he crossed his arms over his chest. He wasn't unhappy, or dissatisfied with the teasing or treatment. But he was currently trying to think of other things to avoid 'reacting' any further.

Of course, it wasn't working very well as the feeling of her body on his was a bit too much. It was much harder to ignore than simply nuzzling against his new found abs. "Guess your initial shock and embarrassment is gone now..." he said, shifting the subject a bit back to her.

“Mhmm,” Charlotte hummed suspiciously. “No, I’m still plenty embarrassed. I’ve just realized that if I show it then you go on the offense, and that’s not allowed.”

As she said that, she could feel something poke her torso further, which didn’t help her maintain her composure. Charlotte nonetheless maintained it somehow and even feigned ignorance and skepticism.

“Why so much trouble with your words now? Is something wrong?” Charlotte questioned, intentionally pressing a bit more.

"S-so..." Isamu took a breath, still trying hard-- NO! he thought immediately. He was trying desperately to control the building... tension. The tables had turned far too quickly. "Basically... Y-you're playing tough. C-cause you didn't like being on the r-r-receiving end of a little teasing?" he shook his head and shrugged. "Gonna be really ha- gah... tough. It's gonna b-be for you in the future." He just couldn't avoid that word now could he.

Shaking his head, Isamu tried to regain some of his own composure. "Look... I'm not... I'm just... This is silly. And totally unfair. You're getting me way more worked up than I got you worked up." He whined a bit, the evidence of this now clear as day.

In fact, Charlotte was far worse in this situation, in his mind anyway. He hadn't actually done anything. He made an offer. He was content to just cuddle and be patient. Now it was a lot har- "Graah--" he grumbled at the word's reappearance. "You know what's wrong," he finally replied, a small scowl working its way onto his crimson red face. Talking or thinking about it was one thing. But now she was on him. She was teasing him. AND she wasn't letting up. Worst of all... he wasn't even sure if he liked or disliked it at the moment.

“To be fair, it wasn’t the teasing that flustered me,” Charlotte clarified, still hugging his waist. She raised a brow at his audible struggle. “Hm? What’s ha-tough?”

Smiling a bit, content with herself, Charlotte remained a bit quiet as she watched him. It was a bit amusing to see him squirm, but then it seemed like he was actually troubled. Her smile faded a bit to a neutral expression, before she glanced towards the door, or through him rather.

“Is it… Is it that troublesome?” She finally asked.

"What?" Isamu couldn't help laughing a little bit at the girl's question. "No no no... I mean... geez... no..." He shook his head a bit. It seemed almost silly. "I'm just... Hyper aware of it all now. All that big talk, and then I'm in the hot seat and... You know.. You're really hot... and incredible... and amazing... And I'm... kind of a mess."

Settling a bit, he sighed, a small grin was still as his laughter died down. "Man, you say it like that it's almost like the plot of a cheesy h..." Isamu cleared his throat. "A cheesy anime. Yeah. anime..." He glanced away from her, looking up toward the ceiling with a slight nervous chuckle. He totally meant to say anime. No other word. "Like the MC is in pain cause... Whatever."

One thing Isamu knew was that he didn't want Charlotte thinking it was something super painful or troublesome. He was still sore and tender in some places, maybe even a bit uncomfortable, but that was hardly a big deal at this point. "Also, you're like... right on top of... y-you know. So, of course, I'm gonna have a rough time getting my mind off you--it! Uh... the situation," he added briefly as he glanced at her and then away again.

“I-I just thought…” Charlotte murmured on, pausing as he reassured her. She stared up at him once again the longer he went on, her face growing increasingly suspicious. “An anime.”

She stared at him some more. It was obvious she wasn’t buying it, though she wasn’t sure if her boyfriend was changing the words more for her sake or his own. Regardless, she didn’t know! They always said it was painful in the “anime” so what was she supposed to assume?

“Because… if it was painful… I thought I could maybe… help…” Charlotte offered, feeling her face heating up. Just as she murmured the last part, she quickly buried her face in his abdomen, much as she could anyway.

Isamu didn't meet the girl's eyes. He couldn't At least... not until her heard that last bit. His eyes widened a bit a his head shot forward again. He groaned rubbing his neck a little bit. THere was a slight sting, but he ignored. "H-help?" he asked softly, maybe a little shocked, though there was the slighted hint of excitement sneaking in.

"Heh... Um... W-what-" No... He couldn't ask what she meant. He winced a little as her face found refuge in his stomach.

Isamu thought about it. Even if he'd wanted to think of something else, anything else... he couldn't. "Um... I mean... It is really u-uncomfortable..." Was this a dream? Had he fallen asleep cuddling with the girl? God he hoped not. He'd be so pissed if that were the case. Course, if it were a dream, the most frustrating part would be waking up before the potential good part. Okay... He REALLY hoped this wasn't a dream.

Charlotte remained “hiding”, best as she could anyway. At first, she didn’t even really respond, though before he could think she was ignoring him, her eyes peered up at him meekly. She didn’t say anything, at least for a moment, before letting out a light sigh. The door could be heard shutting and the curtain room divider rolled to shield the bed from the vision of the entryway.

“...Okay… Then I’ll help… since it’s my fault,” Charlotte told him.

Having finished checking on most of the rest, Ayame still felt frustrated and hurt, she had did all she reasonably could but it had not been enough and even then it had been a stupid test! Top it all off there were the things she heard from Gregori’s office and what she had seen in the closed off section of the medical ward.. Things were not good and Ayame was still a gentle girl, as was customary and she did not share with anyone else, when the class or others stressed her out she would venture to the school roof and just yell and shout and scream. With the thick walls of the UA Dorms and Facility coupled with the Tokyo traffic no one seemed to ever notice, so she was up there now just letting out a loud and aggressive scream, which given the softness of her voice didn't sound all that threatening in spite of the intent and anger within it.

Masaru had arrived rather late, hearing that many of the others had been hospitalized on campus. Dulluhan and him had made it out pretty much unscathed, and while there were others not so lucky, there were at least no dead or critical injuries. Approaching the main building, he paused upon hearing a strange sound towards the top floor. It was faint, but unmistakable.

Tapping the ground with his foot, a pillar formed under him and carried him upwards adjacent to the building itself. As he rose, the sound became more apparent as a scream. Eventually, he was elevated to peek over the side of the roof and come face to face with the panda girl.

“Ayame? What the hell are you doing? Are you okay?” Confused yet worried, Masaru questioned her with a perplexed expression on his face.

With that her scream of defiance and anger turned into one of surprise and being startled. “M-Masaru!? What are you doing up here!?”

Masaru recoiled a bit, surprised at the panda’s own shock.

“I was going to check on everyone and then I heard you screaming out here!” Masaru justified. “What are you doing up here?”

With that the small red panda girl looks at him and lowers her ears and tail. “..l..le..LETTING THE STRESS OUT! Everything is crazy!.. And I couldn’t do much of anything.. At times when you all make things difficult for me or we have a bad test, I come up here to scream, no one else has noticed till you.. It’s good to just shout and let it all out..I don’t expect you to understand.. Oh yeah, you were with Mamma, I heard she went back into the tunnels after she got you out, did you find out why or anything?”

Masaru looked at her, blinking a few times. As she began to speak, he leaned forward a bit, possibly intending to hop to the roof. However, he once again recoiled as the volume of the girl’s voice raised suddenly.

Upon steadying himself and Ayame settling, he hopped over onto the roof with a sigh.

“She’s making sure all the groups are good. I was told to stay here… Apparently we’re all on lockdown for the moment,” Masaru told her as he stepped down from the ledge. “And I don’t think you should be so hard on yourself. You’re not the only person who feels like they aren’t doing much.”

Despite what she said, he did understand. Masaru just perhaps handled it differently. Rather than yell, he felt like he had to hit something or expel energy, hence his tendency to train. He was more worried that something had happened to her.


“I see..” She says to the first bit. Smiling lightly she motions for him to join her on the roof. “You staying out there like that will just get me into trouble.” His next bit however had gotten a small sad smile in return. “I tried all that I could..no would do for something that didn’t matter at all. Who I had to fight poisoned a bunch of people and then kept the cure from me and threw it into a building he then set on fire. I could not do anymore unless I wanted to get burned.”

“I can’t be a hero like this. I can only ambush others.. Or that works out better for me. What about you Masaru, what happened to you out there?”

“Is that what happened…?” Masaru questioned. He still wasn’t totally in the loop for what happened to the other parties. Hell, Charlotte texted him that she was here too. It seemed like everyone got into their own trouble. “Ah… Dulluhan and I ran into Mauve Stinger in the tunnels. We only got a little scuffed up, but I don’t think we did much damage to her either. In the end, we collapsed the area and fell back.”

They had managed to get out relatively unscathed, but hearing not everyone else did was worrisome. He could see that Ayame was going through what he was, feeling so damn useless and more or less just watching people get hurt. Masaru frowned a bit before placing a hand atop her head and gently rubbing.

“I know you did everything you could have. You just have to get stronger for next time,” Masaru told her. At least for himself, he had to keep moving otherwise he would get inside his own head too much. “Who was this person you fought? Someone new?”

“It was a villain Mama put behind bars. His name is Calvert or something like that, tall, dark skin, blue eyes. He is a toxin specialist or something like that. I’m not sure if I can get any stronger than I am, or what to focus on.” Not minding his petting she mostly just shrugged her shoulders. “So I guess he was new to us. But not new. Mauve is someone all of the current heroes at one point or another tried to fight or put away, well all of the ones that are the parents of most of us in 1A, she’s dangerous.”

Masaru clicked his tongue at that, retracting his hand and folding his arms across his chest. The damn prison break that happened way back had really bolstered their ranks. He would have to check with the others to see how many more of the villains were “new”.

“That’s a pain… They have even more nuisances now…” Masaru complained with a sigh. He leaned against the guard of the roof’s edges. “I know. I thought I’d be able to stop her regeneration and freeze her, but I guess if it was that simple she’d have been caught by now… I’m not sure if she just hides the damage well or if she doesn’t actually have any damn weaknesses.”

Moving on from Mauve, she was certainly a pain but Ayame’s path forward was more important at the moment. He usually got his improvement ideas from others, so perhaps he could do the same for her.

“Well… What about your clones? You could always improve them,” He suggested. “Like, have you ever tried making them tangible? Be able to grab or hit things?”

“Everything has a weakness. Even her. She’s just been lucky I think.” Ayame says with a twitch of her jaw. Thinking on his next words she pauses for a bit as if to think on it.

“I’m not sure that is possible for me. Momma sort of cheats. Like her actual quirk is to levitate and keep parts of herself alive with that blue fire, which isn’t fire at all. The other part of her quirk is a form of regeneration, she combined the two and is able to form spare parts temporarily. I can’t do that. They are more of copies that allow a person to think they are there sorta like holograms. I could try though but I’m not sure how to go about it.”

She says in response. “I might talk to others for ideas though. See if anything sticks, otherwise I’m not very powerful.”

“It shouldn’t be possible to be this damn lucky,” Masaru grumbled in complaint.

Thinking about her explanation, it seemed that Ayame was bound by the inherent science of her quirk. However, perhaps she wasn’t actually. There were plenty of people whose quirks seemed like one thing but were actually another, or that started out miniscule and grew to encompass greater versatility. They didn’t know that Ayame’s quirk couldn’t go to such lengths.

“Well, you may not know if you can do it, but you also don’t know that you can’t. If your clones can become more like actual clones, that’ll really help your combat ability,” Masaru told her, though he realized that still left where to start. “You could also try making copies of other people or things.”

“It’s something to consider at least.” She says with a bit of a frown. Closing her eyes briefly she thinks aloud; “..but with momma gone from here because of all that who can I ask..” Opening them again she smiles at Masaru, it was clear she wasn’t fully happy or even recovered as she looks up at him. “Thank you Masaru, you, Kanna, Amaris and Aurora have been rather kind to me today, I’ll even give you a reward, you may scratch behind my ears if you want to. Though how are you doing? It sounds like you ran into a bit of trouble down there with that vile jellyfish woman.”

“Hm… Well…” Masaru thought on that, tapping his bicep with his index finger. “I don’t know if it’ll help, but when I make anything with my ice, I have to visualize it. When I try to reinforce something, I have to focus on its solidity. Try to take it one step at a time. If you’re making your copies tangible, then do one at a time and try to focus on the solidity. If you’re trying to make copies of other things, then concentrate on one detail at a time.”

Suggesting that, Masaru looked at her as she offered his “reward”. He let out a bemused huff and reached out a hand to caress the top of her head, his hand moving to scratch behind her ear as instructed. At her inquiry about the jellyfish however, Masaru’s expression seemed to shift to discomfort.

“I’m fine… I think,” Masaru said vaguely.

Sitting there a bit as he rubbed behind her ear her reaction was about like any other animal, tilting her head back and to the side with her gaze becoming a little more distant as she bobbed around for a little while. Suddenly shaking her head quickly side to side she pulls away, turning to gaze at him.

“Oh? W-well I won’t ask more, sounds like one of your bad luck days..” Not wanting to remind him of Ichirou and that happening, she decides to at least try and cheer him up a little. “Hey at least you came back in one piece, a few were badly hurt.”

“Uh… Ayame…?” Masaru questioned before the girl shook her head free. She always seemed to be telling Charlotte that she wasn’t an animal, yet that happened. He decided not to question or comment on it. “I couldn’t describe it if I wanted to. That woman is a freak… though… I wonder what happened to her…”

What Mauve had said still stuck with him; how some people had practically tortured her. It didn’t excuse anything, but the knowledge that there were people like that.

“Yeah… Have you checked on anyone? Charlotte texted me that Isamu and Amaris got hurt.”

Sighing at him she looks at him in a deadpan. “No one ever listens to me.. But yes, You, Amaris, Aurora and Kanna. I haven’t gone to see Isamu as I figured he needed rest. As to her, I don’t know, but with all I’ve heard and seen, I don’t think knowing would help at all.. She helped raise the children of a person she had a hand in well..” Pausing at that she continues. “Then she turned them on their father and brother.. A woman like that is irredeemable I think.”

“...I meant more of as in how they’re doing. Though if they’re getting rest I suppose they have to be doing well,” Masaru mused. They had no extreme casualties. That much was good. However, then Masaru shook his head. “No… I’m not saying she’s good or can be, just… I don’t know. Do you ever feel like… we’re not getting the full picture? I know things aren’t ever black and white… It just makes me wonder how many villains are gliding by through subtlety that we’re missing while dealing with the nutjobs.”

“Who knows, more so with the prison breaks.” Thinking on the rest of his questions that she also did not know. “The country, even this city alone is far bigger than any one of us.. I do wonder why we always seem to be targeted though, maybe it’s due to how many of us are the children of important heroes. Makes this class stand out more and a lot of people did escape that one prison, years of hero work just thrown out the window and there seems to be other escapes and attacks starting to happen too.”

“Maybe… all I know is this doesn’t happen over at Shiketsu… or even over in 1-B.” Grumbling at that, it was strange how they always were the focus. Sure the top ten were the top ten, but there were plenty of other popular heroes who put work in. Why was UA, and specifically their class, the target?

Shrugging, he’d bring his hand up to pat her on the head again, eventually making its way back to scratch behind her ears like before.

“Either way, try not to be too hard on yourself. We’ll put them all back, one way or the other.”

Keeping her focus this time around, Ayame seems to ponder the question as she’s getting petted this time around and scratched behind her ears

“I’m not sure why us. Maybe we should ask that maid woman if we ever see her again.. Which I’m sure we will. Jet and Mimi ran into her, her job was to distract them so that other guy could come after me. There has to be more to it than that, but I get a feeling it’s not so much as we are that important so much as it’s to provoke something or someone.. I have a funny feeling that me and Kanna are thinking the same thing. I might go take a nap and think about it.”

“Maid?” Masaru questioned, hearing Ayame preemptively explain. “I’m not sure how well that’d work. I’m not sure any of them are credible sources.”

Seeing as he didn’t get the same reaction, Masaru retracted his hand and shoved it in his pocket. That was an interesting hypothesis. Maybe the villains were just trying to send the media into the clusterfuck that it was now.

“Maybe… if that’s the case though, I hate to say that they might be winning,” Masaru murmured as he pushed off the rail. “Either way, you do that. Go get some rest, I’m gonna make the rounds and see how everyone’s doing.”

Sticking a tongue out at him given his reaction, she chuckles a little. “You have to catch me when I’m not thinking if you want to see that reaction again.. But yeah, all we can do is wait and see.”
 
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~Two Days later ~​


As the two girls reflect on the announcement from the day before as well as their own conversation with one another, Ayame was still processing it all. Nova Master had been seriously wounded in the battle and was retiring, her mother had spent the following days in Tokyo. There was also an announcement from Headmaster Gregori a new teacher would be arriving today, this morning that was to say.

It was still a lot to take in, Ichirou was battered and bruised still, Kaz has lost an arm, a few classmates were injured and hero society was in an uproar. Suddenly losing the number one and being shown footage of the other classmates getting mauled or being thrown into harms way game as a double blow in the court of public opinion. The Japanese public was quickly losing or had lost it's faith in the political and security institutions of the country.

"Hmm, I think I hear someone at the door." Kanna says as the other turns her head. "Yeah me too sounds like-"

"AH!"



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Screaming that out the door suddenly slid open as a man stood before her in what seemed to be a cross of a normal suit and a plague doctor outfit, with something that could be best described as a twirl spinning on his heels, the man sweeps his cane across the desk, knocking everything off and into the floor, minus the rollcall book. Taking it in hand as he lands seated upon the desk the man flips through the pages before tossing the book.

"HELLO CLASS AND SCARED PANDA GIRL! I AM THE ONE AND ONLY PLAGUEMIRE!" Comes a partly muffled yet loud voice from the leather beaked mask.

"YOU ALL SEEM TO BE HERE."


Throwing the book behind him he doesn't give it more than a glance as he steps over to the blackboard drawing what was a half decent 2d representation of himself.

"I AM YOUR NEW TEACHER FOR NOW TILL I AM TOLD TO LEAVE!" Twirling around his cane, the teacher is quick to smack at the ceiling mounted TV in the left hand corner into powering up.

"FOR TODAY WE SHALL WATCH THE NEWS THIS MORNING AS CURRENT EVENTS ARE NOTEWORTHY. DULLAHAN'S FLAME IS HOLDING A SPECIAL BRIEFING AT THE MINISTRY OF JUSTICE. SOMETHING MANY IN THE ASSOCIATION ARE NOT PLEASED WITH. NONTHELESS HISTORY IS ALWAYS IN MOTION THOSE WHO CANNOT KEEP UP WITH IT WILL BE SWEPT ASIDE!"

With that what seemed to be a man in a suit with a tiger stylized mask and another man who seemed to be aging but looked to be Japanese White Collar.

"...well said Tiger Tsunami. But now we'll take our loyal viewers to the Steps of the Ministry of Justice, where reporter Isayami Kaeda is on the scene."

"Thank you Yamashiro San, as you can see Security is on high alert and a few cars that belong to important party bosses are on hand.. Oh! Here she comes, now we can see what this was all about."


Suddenly off on the screen, Misoka appears walking up to a podium at the head of the steps at the Ministry of Justice, uncharacteristically high profile names within the Ministry of Justice and the SDF were on hand off on her flanks seemingly in approval over whatever agreements were met in private.


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Speaking and removing her cloak, she places a hand on the podium, as if to casual rest as she begins her speech, Ayame for her part listens with apt attention.

"People of Japan, I address you today not as a hero, not as the Dullahan's Flame but as Misoka Yamasaki Daichi. A wife, a mother, a civil servant and as a fellow countryman. In the last several weeks we have only been able to look on as our Prisons Crumble and as our Heroes are toppled and removed. And yet the Darkness is much deeper. It has been determined that the incident that lead to Nova Master's retirement was because of corruption within the local Police Precinct and incompetence borne not of malice but of ignorance. The same could be said of the fight the UA Students had with Psychotris." Pausing for a bit to let that sink in, the woman soon continues.

"But I say to you people of Japan, despair not in this hour of Darkness, for we are the Land of the Rising Sun! We shall overcome this challenge together as we did our rebuilding after the 2nd World War and after the Global Quirk Civil War. However we cannot if we continue as we have. The laws of the land were written by politicians ignorant of our new reality and all too eager to pass it along to the Corporate Sector.

We simply made all quirk usage illegal and then threw members of our society to fight those who would not listen. With no legal authority and as a replacement for highschool and a crippled crutch of Law Enforcement many in our society have gotten rich from the excess of this exploitive system.

I know I was part of that system, I know I have dragged the children of others into it and I dragged my own daughter into it as well. Immoral and vile people are our enemy. The law does not matter to them and they are not restrained by rules. Villains are a cancer upon our society and the Hero Association is a corruption. I aim to be the barbers blade."

Pausing at that, there is a flash of camera's and a flurry of questions from the press as the woman motions for them to wait, continuing her speech. "We the Japanese people must shoulder this burden and no longer throw it upon our youth. We cannot continue to pretend quirks are not a factor while making idols and demons of portions of our society. We can no longer allow the festering rot that lies within the heart of our nation. To achieving this new reality I ask for the support of the Japanese People and of the Japanese Leaders, to this aim I have a bill being introduced into the Diet this Week with the following terms to aid Japan in it's hour of need, the ANVIL, Anti-Villain Initiative;


One, the complete legalization and classification of quirks into the legal framework for enforcement and employment.

Two, The reformation of the Hero Academy program where it requires high school completion to attend and work within the Hero Association.

Three, the Establishment of a new Paramilitary Police unit that is responsible for quirk enforcement in dangerous situations where the Civilian
Heroes lack the legal authority and where the Japanese Police lack the martial means.

Four, a national review of the current prefectural and municipal police forces.

Five, Civil Protections for the quirkless and oversight of current investor trends within the UA.

With these reforms we can better Japanese Society and have the forces in place to deal with the most heinous of criminal offenders with martial force. I ask that the people consider these five principles and look at the laws in detail as they are rolled out. That is all I had to say today. It is clear current Hero Society is unable to handle the challenges ahead.. I do not expect wonders to be made quickly but I ask that the government consider this request from one who now considers themselves only a civil servant."


With that she gives a bow and walks away from the Podium, based on who left next it seemed the Ministry of Defense and the ruling party of the diet had a vested interest in all of this.

"...WHAT?!" Tiger Tsunami screams over the airways as his co-commentator looks on. "Well, that was an interesting speech we just seen, the current ruling party has been at odds with the Associations investors but.." "It's an outrage!" "Well maybe to the old order but some of it has merit, like the quirk laws." With that the two carry on with a bit of banter as Plaguemire triggers the TV.

"WELL.. THAT WAS HISTORY IN MOTION THOUGH I AM NOT SURE WHAT IT MAY MEAN FOR THOSE OF YOU BUT FOR NOW IT IS TIME TO DO BOOK WORK AS YOU HEAL! I WILL GRADE YOU ON PERFORMANCE."

With that Kanna looks at the TV with a bemused expression, her prediction panning out exactly as he hoped and more. Ayame for her part looked a little worried but said no more about it.


~~~Two Months Later~~~

Late February class was in session but Ayame seemed more happy than usual as Gregori was there standing beside instructor Plaguemire, who's real name and appearance remained unknown despite Ayame's best efforts to the contrary.

"Hello class. Today for your Final Month of class we have something special planned. As you are aware the.. ANVIL initiative is set to enter voting over the winter break, so because of this and the combat history of this class I am pleased to announce you'll begin next year as Seniors."

"YES YOUR SCHOOL WORK IS ALSO... ACCEPTABLE. I SUPPORTED THIS DECISSION AS DID INSTRUCTOR SURGE ALLOY. HOWEVER-" Pausing at this, Plaguemire looks at the Headmaster, who nods, the man seemed very tired as of late.

"You'll all be heading towards the north for a group trip to a winter resort town near Mount Fuji."

"ALSO I WILL BE ACCOMPANYING YOU. ANYONE CAUGHT DOING PECULIAR PHYSICAL ACTIVITES WITH ANOTHER OF THE GENERAL PUBLIC OR STUDENT BODY WILL BE PUNISHED SEVERLY."

With that his masked gaze seems to fix on Charlotte, Isamu, Cupie and Shunsuke, before going back to the center of the room as he spins in place twirling his cane as he did so.

"I WILL BE SLEEPING IN A ROOM BETWEEN THE GENERAL LODGINGS OF THE MALE AND FEMALE GROUPS. ROOMS HAVE BEEN RESERVED YOU ARE NOT TO VISIT ANOTHERS ROOM AND THERE ARE RULES FOR THE HOTSPRING THAT SOME OF YOU NOT NATIVE TO JAPAN WILL NEED TO LEARN."

"Ahem.. Yes, that being said there are things that can be overlooked and cannot be-"

"I AM EVERYWHERE AND NOWHERE ALWAYS WATCHING YOU. ALWAYS JUDGING. BEWARE."

"I.. That's slightly concerning Plaguemire.. I also plan to go on this trip though I live in the town, so I'll be visiting my wife and my children may stop by. Please.. Comrades do nothing that makes me climb the mountain to visit you all."

"YES."

"Oh! Oh! When do we leave?! What's the hotspring like?! What is there to do!?" Ayame seemed unusually happy and excited by this, but she had been much more chirpy, happy and active with the plummeting temperatures. It was quiet the contrast with how she was normally during the summer, she also wore a much thinner jacket than anyone else in the class. With the possible exception of Ichirou.

"YES LITTLE RED PANDA ONE. SIBERIAN THUNDER WOULD YOU LIKE TO ANSWER?"

"Yes, well first off it is a winter resort town, there is skiing, snowboarding, mountain climbing and hmm... Well if you are not up to any of those you could always build snowmen or play some of the other games such as snowball fighting or attempt ice skating.. Though for a small fee one can Ice Fish at the lake and stream. That is where I will likely be."

"I SHALL BE IN THE INN ENOYING THE WARM COMFORTS OF THE FIRE. UNLESS I AM ON THE BALCONY WATCHING YOU. IGNORE ME!"

Jumping at that Ayame did still seem to be scared of him. "O-oka"

"IGNORE ME!"

"Waaaah!" Tensing up at that Ayame hides behind her bag briefly as the man spins in place to grab his tophat.

"...as to leaving, well, this all was rather sudden in hopes of keeping the information to ourselves. But today. You'll spend the whole week there then shall return home for the March Break. Once that is settled.. Well then comes everything else." Gregori answers solemnly.

"CLASS DISMISSED FLEE YOU FOOLS! FLEE! PACK UP YOUR THINGS AND MEET US AT THE FRONT GATE WITHIN TWO HOURS. YOU WILL ONLY NEED MONEY, SENSIBLE AMOUNTS OF PERSONAL EFFECTS AND CLOTHING. FOOD WILL BE PROVIDED BY THE INN AND LOCAL SHOPS. GREGORI AND I WILL DRIVE THE BUS TAKING TURNS AS WE TRAVEL UP THE MOUNTAIN ROADS HOPEFULLY AVOIDING DEATH."

"I..I don't like that hopefully.." Ayame says as Kanna pats her.

"He only teases you as you act so scared of him you know. Ah yes.. I don't care much for the snow, what can you tell us about the Hotspring... Headmaster Gregori?" She quickly adds on the last bit.

"Ah. It is just typical geothermal fed hotspring. It has a split public bath for males and females as well as smaller private baths. In general all of them are open to the elements via an open sky and there are a couple where even wild animals will show up to enjoy the comforting warmth. In general do not swim in them and shower off before you get in. Also do not over stay in them, the water is fairly warm."

~~ Snow Town Yeti, Little Yeti Inn and Hotspring ~~

Bowing in reply it would not be long till the group were ready and assembled within a few hours and Plaguemire scaring the piss out of Ayame with his driving the group makes it safely to the chair lifts and from there to the mountain top Inn, with the town at it's base being called Snow Town Yeti.

Ayame for her part was happy jumping into a snow bank as a group of thick jacket wearing bellboys came to collect everyones bags. The whole area around them was theirs to enjoy, though setting their things aside would be of greater importance.

"Come on Kanna! Let's gooooooo! I want to go snowboarding down the mountain!"

"BEWARE THE AVALANCHE." The muffled voice calls out as he drags along a small collection of books, not wanting the bellboy to take them in with the rest.

With that Kanna sighs, picking up the smaller girl and bringing her along to the inn as the other one starts stammering asking what avalanche and various other questions. "Come on Ayame, I want to look at the hotsprings, though I may attempt to join you on that."
 
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Something felt off. He had only been kept overnight for monitoring. He was fine, but still. He was still in pain, but he could move around alright. But in spite of his good fortune, things were quiet for him. He hadn’t seen Octavia since he rescued her. It was almost as if she was avoiding him. He tried knocking on her door, but she didn’t seem to want to listen.

And his mission brought up an older wound. Makoto. Someone he never knew. Someone who had affected his classmates so much, that he always felt he wasn’t going to be able to live up to his memory. Amaris said he was brought in because he was gone. He wondered if any of his other classmates still felt that way. Maybe that was why Octavia wouldn’t see him.

He was feeling down. As he walked into the common area he saw Heisuke in there with him, a little bandage up. “Hey…” Was all he could muster at the time. He was a little annoyed with his behavior beforehand.

Nothing had felt the same for Heisuke since their last battle with Joseph, his actions that could’ve caused others to lose their lives took a heavy toll on Heisuke, he never wanted to be the reason a friend dies.

Things were especially tense with Octavia and Yosuke, he wasn’t even able to say a word to Octavia after the horror of what that creep did to her and Yosuke...Well seemed to be troubled as well, not knowing if he was upset at what happened or just angry with him.

“Hey…” Two of the three of his closest friends were in shambles, all he wished was for things to be better again.

Yosuke stood awkwardly for a moment, still fumbling with his thoughts. He and Heisuke were never the best of friends, but he still liked the guy. Yet since that day, seeing him pissed him off, if only slightly.

He wasn’t certain what it was, but he took a seat in the common area, feeling trapped in his room up until then. He just sat silently for a moment. “You uh… You look like you’re recovered alright…” He said trying anything to break the tension,

“It healed well, though my wounds weren’t nearly as bad as the toll you guys took…” His guilt showed itself on his sleeve, “I never got the chance to see how you’re doing, I know everyone is still dealing with everything that has happened...Octavia hasn’t even left her room.”

When Heisuke mentioned Octavia, Yosuke felt his ears grow hot. “Yeah, I’ve noticed.” He said curtly to Heisuke. Something strange for him. Certain feelings were already coming through. “She doesn’t even want to see me…” He looked away from him, crossing his arms.
“I can tell you’re feeling guilty… I can’t say I’ve cooled off yet though.”

His question was quickly answered off hearing Yosuke’s attitude after answering him, not that he didn’t the right to feel pissed. “Uhm...I knocked at her door but she never answered, I can’t imagine what having someone controlling your body must feel like…” Though it did come off as a lie, he had some meaning that he could relate to.

“I know...I just can’t handle one more person ignoring me right now...Can you please talk to me, I fucked up hard, for you, Nimbus and Octavia.” It was eating him alive, this feeling of guilt and self hatred hadn’t been felt since Makoto’s passing.

He wanted to be angrier. He felt like he should and it was deserved. But Heisuke seemed to know that. “Ugh… I’m glad you recognize it. And I want you to know Heisuke: I like you. I think you’re a cool guy. But I’m going to say some things you already know because I want to say it myself.”

He took a deep breath and looked over at him. “What you did was beyond stupid. Someone was in need right in front of you and you completely ignored it because you let your own anger take charge. I forgive you though. I just ask that the next time someone is in need right in front of you, you do what a hero should and get them to safety first.”

He took a deep breath. Even when he was mad, he still couldn’t raise his voice. What good would that do anyway?

Heisuke lightly nodded in agreement, it was obvious that Yosuke was getting bottled up after these last few days, it was best he let it out right now in the open.

His words only echoed his thoughts verbally, he hated himself for leaving Octavia in pain and suffering all for his personal grudges. He wasn't going to let Yosuke off the hook yet though, he could tell Yosuke wanted to say more than he already said, so even if it caused him to punch him in the jaw Heisuke needed him to say it.

"You think I don't know this, I've know Oc since elementary school, longer than all of you and I just let her get tortured by that FUCK all the while I went after my own needs." Now standing up, Heisuke was letting himself say whatever was on his chest, whether it was hurtful or not.


"I get that it's easy to see and judge through a window what's in front of you but that child killer murdered the one person who never gave up from me since childhood, the only one who truly loved me, not the person you see me as but every part of fucked up I am. When I was Makoto I lost part of myself."

His teeth clattered against each other with tears barely holding over his eyes.

Yosuke took another breath before standing up and facing Heisuke again. “Yeah I don’t know what it’s like. I can’t begin to imagine what you must have gone through. I can’t imagine how it would feel to lose someone so important to you. I don’t know anything about Makoto. Anything at all. All I know is I was brought into this class because of what happened, as some sort of cheap replacement that obviously would never be able to fill the hole that his death made.” As he spoke, his voice grew louder and began to tremble if only slightly.

He walked closer to him and stood up straight. “You already know everything I’m about to say. I’ve spent every day here with a nagging feeling that I’m an outsider. Even people who never really knew him still feel the effects. Sure, you and him had a stronger relationship than you’ve ever had, but right then, we needed you. I just want to know that I can trust you ever find yourself in that situation again.”

He knew that Yosuke may have felt out of place at times but never the thought that he was a cheap replacement for Makoto, it angered him. “Stop that! You’re arent just some stand up cut out to replace Makoto, sure the school may have brought you in to fill in the numbers of the students we lost, why do you think I’m here? Some street kid with a criminal record being put on a fast track into the top class at the biggest hero academy in Japan? They kept me close as to monitor me and make sure I don’t fall out of line.”

He paused for a moment to breathe, switching to a calmer and reasonable attitude. “They chose you because you were capable and a rising prodigy, you weren’t chosen because of some pre-made history or some quota that needed to be filled, they can see a shining young hero in you.” He let his body relax after the tension, keeping his eyes still on Yosuke. “I know trust is hard to gain but I want to tell you that I am doing everything to keep my emotions in check, I’m seeing a fucking shrink, my father couldn’t even get me to go to one...I won’t ever let my emotions cause someone to lose their life again and I’m sorry I failed you.”

Yosuke wasn’t sure what to say in this situation. They both clearly had a lot they had been keeping back, and this was just them getting it out. Heisuke definitely had things worse than him though. “It’s fine… I get that you were upset. I’m glad to hear that you’re working on things.”

He put his hand on his shoulder as his frown melted into a soft smile, looking him in the eyes. “I know you’ve got our backs. And... I doubt they can’t see what you said to me in you. You’ve got a pretty versatile quirk, and I know for certain that you definitely want to protect people. Don't let a mistake or two make you sell yourself short."

“Well...Thanks…” Heisuke didn’t think others saw what he’s been trying to do, especially not someone saying it, it was difficult to change when no one was able to see his progression. “I’m trying not to, though the mistakes are stocking up…” It was definitely much less than when he initially joined U.A but he never wanted to let himself off the hook, it was doubtful he ever would.

“But this isn’t completely about me is it?” Heisuke had noticed a few things going on with the other male recently, everything seemingly pointed to Octavia. “You and Octavia have gotten close recently, with her shutting you out I bet it hasn’t been easy...you wanna talk about it?”

Yosuke quickly looked back at Heisuke. "Um… I guess I did sorta get called out during that whole fight…" He wondered why he had spent this time keeping quiet about it. I mean he never really hid it, but he never talked to anyone else about it. "I guess it feels weird to say right now. Sorry I never talked about it before hand. I guess I got a little caught up with just myself…". He cleared his throat real quick.

"Octavia and I went on a date during the culture festival. It went pretty well. I started walking with her to the music room every third Wednesday and every Friday and Monday. The reason for the specificity is a little complicated… I'll just let you mind read that one… Anyway, I started just hanging out without the need for the wacky schedule and we just started talking. By the time the culture festival came around, she had become a constant thought. I wanted to learn more about her. She always kept a lot of things at surface level, never really digging too deep into her own side, meanwhile I was talking up a storm about everything on my mind… kinda like I did just then…" He gave an embarrassed chuckle.

"A-Anyway, yeah I've still been thinking about her. More so than before. She hasn't talked to me, and I can't figure out why. I'm seriously thinking about learning to pick locks because I can tell something is wrong. The problem is I just don't know what." His gaze had shifted to the ground, having taken a seat and resting his head in his arms. He looked over at Heisuke from the corner of his eye. "S-Sorry, I know you two have been friends for quite a while. I didn't mess anything up did I?"

He knew Yosuke was caught up in the fight more than he would with mostly everyone else but he never thought the two had actually gone out on a date, for some reason it made him irritated, maybe even a little jealous. “Oh...I see.” Heisuke strolled over to a seat nearby Yosuke, It wasn’t specific to her and Yosuke’s relationship with Octavia being more silent or closed off. “It’s not you, the reason our friendship worked before was because we didn’t open up to each other that much, we’ve always been used to keeping a barrier...I may not have helped.”

With Yosuke’s last question he unintentionally paused, what was there to mess up? “N-No of course not, we’re cool.”

Well at least he wasn't pissed at him for it. That was the best Yosuke felt he could get. Hearing Heisuke talk at how Octavia always put up a wall made him question what he was to her. He had been so open and free with her, yet he only got to scratch the surface of her own life.

"I guess I'll just have to find a way through the wall. I'm glad we had this talk Heisuke, but I get the feeling someone needs a breach first. But don't get too comfortable. You're next." He started walking away but after he was half way up the stairs he peaked back down. "You wouldn't happen to have rubber bands and paper clips would you?"

Heisuke’s whole friendship with Octavia was much more guarded than he had even realized, he was starting to figure out that maybe it was part of his fault that Octavia was keeping such wall.

“You’re going to need a sledgehammer for this wall.” He hoped that things would go well with Yosuke, if not than maybe he should give it a shot. “W-why would I have any of that?”

Yosuke gave a mischievous smile. “Find me some and you’ll find out.”



Yosuke listened in on the press conference held by Dullahan's Flame. He wasn't exactly putting much stock into the whole idea. In all honesty, it seemed like it was just a few people yelling louder than the rest. Creating a police force of quirks just felt gross to him. If all heroes looked the same, who would people look up to? He knew this whole thing would blow over.

He clicked his tongue quietly to himself as he rest his head in his hand.

Mimi on the other hand listened carefully. She wasn't exactly certain what to think of the whole deal, but it seemed that this was what people wanted. So far, following that had been the most successful thing she had done. Perhaps there was something to all this.


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Yosuke had been super excited to head to a resort hot spring in the winter. He already had so much in mind. He wanted to take a few of his classmates snowboarding. He had never done it before, but he figured after a quick crash course, he'd be alright at it. Furthermore, the prospect of a hot spring was appealing to any pubescent teenage boy. The off chance of seeing a girl wrapped in her towel, or even catching a little bit more of a glimpse?

Although with the Doctor in, it might prove more difficult than he'd prefer. That guy seriously unnerved him. The guy had to be a creep or a pedophile right? It was unnerving for certain. But he didn't have the luxury of pondering the thought while he sent them hurtling up the mountain with the most wreckless driving he had ever seen. Yosuke stepped off the bus as quickly as he could. He was dressed thick red sports hoodie, with a black beanie and a hand-knitted pink scarf wrapped around his neck. As he jumped out of the bus as fast as he could, and tried catching his breath. "That man is going to kill us..." After he calmed down, he overheard Ayame asking Kanna to hurry because she wanted to go snowboarding. Yosuke looked up over at them and called out. "Oh Ayame, you're going snowboarding too? Awesome! Hit me up when you're about to head out. I'm ready whenever!"

Mimi on the other hand stepped off the bus as calmly as she normally did. Well, aside from the look of shock on her face. The poor girl had spent the entire trip with a death grip on her seat, which ironically made her sitting still when the others were thrown all about. After that endeavor she only had one thing in mind and that was de-stressing in the hot springs "The hot spring sounds nice." she said, still with her eyes wide and her heart still pounding. She had already fought several villains, and that trip was the most terrifying thing she had ever been on.

Mimi was dressed in one of her many animal faced sweaters, this one tan with a corgi face. She typically dressed for cold weather anyway. However, the hat she wore was a knitted beanie with two pom-poms placed in such a way that it almost looked like bear ears. She had a scarf which looked like a dachshund was wrapped around her neck. She had perhaps the largest suit of luggage there, having taken more clothes than she really needed, as well as her computer and a few other miscellaneous items such as manga and game systems.
 
Amaris Alucard

Amaris reflected on the unusual press conference on the drive up to the resort they were staying at. She had a similar thought to Yosuke, but ultimately logic won out. If a powered police force was needed to crush the wily and overly-emboldened villains, then so be it. She wondered absentmindedly how far along that would get, as she absentmindedly rubbed her side beneath her wool shirt. Her wound had long since heeled, but ever since she still felt a phantom irritation there.

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Once at the resort, Amaris hopped out, her heavy boots with the wooly fuzz at her ankles crunched on the snow. She was dressed in a thick wool shirt depicting a stylishly drawn bobcat. She had a fashionable dark purple puffy coat on that wasn't zipped up, but still looked quite warm as it appeared to give the girl muscles. She had a dark purple thick wool skirt, and a pair of warm black tights on. Her makeup was minimal, just bloodred color on her lips and a few black "eyelashes" drawn on her cheeks out from her eyes. Her hair was braided in one long braid down her back, and she had a pair of earmuffs on.

Still, she heard what had been discussed. "I havve not been snowboarding before. I will join."