Boku no Hero Academia roleplaying games.
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No.6995
/bnh/ — Boku no Hero
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No.6999
Welcome to /bnh/
Boku no Hero Academia roleplay board. Create your character and participate in stories within the universe.
You can have multiple active threads as long as the previous one has reached the bump limit.
Welcome thread types
>Roleplay sessions in the BnHA universe.
>Character sheets.
>Campaigns and narrative arcs.
Rules
>NSFW in spoiler.
>Respect other players and coordinate important story decisions.
>Bump limit: 200 posts.
Dice: /roll{fórmula} in the post — e.g. 1d20 = 3.
Boku no Hero Academia roleplay board. Create your character and participate in stories within the universe.
You can have multiple active threads as long as the previous one has reached the bump limit.
Welcome thread types
>Roleplay sessions in the BnHA universe.
>Character sheets.
>Campaigns and narrative arcs.
Rules
>NSFW in spoiler.
>Respect other players and coordinate important story decisions.
>Bump limit: 200 posts.
Dice: /roll{fórmula} in the post — e.g. 1d20 = 3.
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https://youtu.be/-t5--PiJsWo
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Continuation of the previous thread of Boku no Hero
>Players
<Akira
<Alpyr
<Amane
<Gwendoline
<Hanan
<Lucas
<Nazuna
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Continuation of the previous thread of Boku no Hero
>Players
<Akira
<Alpyr
<Amane
<Gwendoline
<Hanan
<Lucas
<Nazuna
>>10470 →
-Hanan-
"Ow"
The succubus rubbed her head as she smiled, letting out some laughs she leaned against the car door to wait until they arrived at the place
...
The bullshit artist professor talked about the things she needed to know, she let out some laughs seeing the emojis the professor wrote.
It's fun
She thought as she finished reading the explanation, she bowed thanking for the help, grabbing the key as she asked out loud
"I don't know how they'll recognize me if I'm never showing my face... this will do for now... heh"
...
-Hanan/Amelia-
"Wow, it's huge"
-Hanan-
"Touched... ermm"
....
"Amelia, Amelia, Amelia, you're free now, heh"
-Amelia-
"Well, I'm going to change"
-Hanan-
"I'll wait for you here"
The succubus lay down while waiting for Amelia to come out of the bathroom, little by little the world was turning black, her head was accepting that it was time to rest, so before she knew it...
-Amelia-
"Hanan!"
-Hanan-
"GYAHK!"
Like a cat stretching all its limbs, jumping before settling down and landing on its feet with Amelia's help.
-Amelia-
"Aren't you going to change too?"
-Hanan-
"Ah... yes... ahem... I think I have something extra... or else I'll just clean myself up for a bit"
The succubus approached the mirror, lowering her hood, letting her hair burst out, after all Amelia has already seen it, more or less, she let her touch it.
She got a little closer to try to fix that ahoge that formed, failing spectacularly.
She sighed, after all no one is going to see it, before putting her hood back on and going to clean herself up and get ready.
...
-Amelia-
"Do you want me to call the girls to go somewhere? We can also just relax if you want"
-Hanan-
"Either is fine with me, I'd like to lie down a bit longer while I shake off the sleepiness, if I fall asleep kick me, though I don't think you will, then we'll go, I'm hungry"
-Hanan-
"Ow"
The succubus rubbed her head as she smiled, letting out some laughs she leaned against the car door to wait until they arrived at the place
...
The bullshit artist professor talked about the things she needed to know, she let out some laughs seeing the emojis the professor wrote.
She thought as she finished reading the explanation, she bowed thanking for the help, grabbing the key as she asked out loud
"I don't know how they'll recognize me if I'm never showing my face... this will do for now... heh"
...
-Hanan/Amelia-
"Wow, it's huge"
-Hanan-
"Touched... ermm"
....
"Amelia, Amelia, Amelia, you're free now, heh"
-Amelia-
"Well, I'm going to change"
-Hanan-
"I'll wait for you here"
The succubus lay down while waiting for Amelia to come out of the bathroom, little by little the world was turning black, her head was accepting that it was time to rest, so before she knew it...
-Amelia-
"Hanan!"
-Hanan-
"GYAHK!"
Like a cat stretching all its limbs, jumping before settling down and landing on its feet with Amelia's help.
-Amelia-
"Aren't you going to change too?"
-Hanan-
"Ah... yes... ahem... I think I have something extra... or else I'll just clean myself up for a bit"
The succubus approached the mirror, lowering her hood, letting her hair burst out, after all Amelia has already seen it, more or less, she let her touch it.
She got a little closer to try to fix that ahoge that formed, failing spectacularly.
She sighed, after all no one is going to see it, before putting her hood back on and going to clean herself up and get ready.
...
-Amelia-
"Do you want me to call the girls to go somewhere? We can also just relax if you want"
-Hanan-
"Either is fine with me, I'd like to lie down a bit longer while I shake off the sleepiness, if I fall asleep kick me, though I don't think you will, then we'll go, I'm hungry"
>>10470 →
>Victoria
"Do you think my butt looks fat in this suit?" she asks, her back hunched and her rear pointed at Nagiri.
She accepts the check and the letter of recommendation. She refrains from asking if there will be compensation for damages, she still hasn't forgotten all the rough treatment she received upon arrival and how badly she suffered, when all she longed for was to help...
And money.
Victoria opts to wait in the office.
...
>Gwendoline
"I won't go in if you don't get her out of my sight!" she exclaims, her eyes closed, hands outstretched to maintain distance, and her face turned as far as possible from the playing card. Chumimaru takes care of the deck, and the ghost can finally enter the building. She doesn't explain why she was so scared. She simply follows the director.
Now in the office...
The specter floats to position herself on the chair, back straight, arms crossed, cradling her prominent chest between them. Nagiri asks for confirmation. Victoria nods, and silence falls as she makes eye contact with Gwendoline. Four seconds pass, Victoria turns pale, her cheeks puff out, she looks at Nagiri...
And pukes.
"BRRRRUAAAAAAGH!"
Blood vomit erupts from the brunette like a geyser and stains Nagiri all over, on her face, hair, chest, and arms. Gwendoline floats her chair half a meter back so the red doesn't splash her.
The psychic collapses to her side, and on the floor, with trembling, contracted limbs and two bloody strings descending from her chin, she nods, barely managing to lift her head.
Victoria: Y-Yes... Without a doubt... It's an evil spirit... It's like Ringu... Not the book, the movie... Or p-perhaps the book...? I hope not... B-But yes, it's her.
Gwendoline doesn't understand anything for a moment and just frowns, looking presumptuous.
"Anyway, I came here to receive my prize and my recognition. I'm willing to move up a couple of ranks, as you surely deem necessary. First demand: I want Hinata to come with me, I know she's not capable, but she's something like my accessory."
The reason Victoria fears the Sadako from the book is because she is a futanari. And nothing is more terrifying than that!
>Victoria
"Do you think my butt looks fat in this suit?" she asks, her back hunched and her rear pointed at Nagiri.
She accepts the check and the letter of recommendation. She refrains from asking if there will be compensation for damages, she still hasn't forgotten all the rough treatment she received upon arrival and how badly she suffered, when all she longed for was to help...
And money.
Victoria opts to wait in the office.
...
>Gwendoline
"I won't go in if you don't get her out of my sight!" she exclaims, her eyes closed, hands outstretched to maintain distance, and her face turned as far as possible from the playing card. Chumimaru takes care of the deck, and the ghost can finally enter the building. She doesn't explain why she was so scared. She simply follows the director.
Now in the office...
The specter floats to position herself on the chair, back straight, arms crossed, cradling her prominent chest between them. Nagiri asks for confirmation. Victoria nods, and silence falls as she makes eye contact with Gwendoline. Four seconds pass, Victoria turns pale, her cheeks puff out, she looks at Nagiri...
And pukes.
"BRRRRUAAAAAAGH!"
Blood vomit erupts from the brunette like a geyser and stains Nagiri all over, on her face, hair, chest, and arms. Gwendoline floats her chair half a meter back so the red doesn't splash her.
The psychic collapses to her side, and on the floor, with trembling, contracted limbs and two bloody strings descending from her chin, she nods, barely managing to lift her head.
Victoria: Y-Yes... Without a doubt... It's an evil spirit... It's like Ringu... Not the book, the movie... Or p-perhaps the book...? I hope not... B-But yes, it's her.
Gwendoline doesn't understand anything for a moment and just frowns, looking presumptuous.
"Anyway, I came here to receive my prize and my recognition. I'm willing to move up a couple of ranks, as you surely deem necessary. First demand: I want Hinata to come with me, I know she's not capable, but she's something like my accessory."
The reason Victoria fears the Sadako from the book is because she is a futanari. And nothing is more terrifying than that!
>>10476 →
"Hmmm..." Nagiri observes the back area of Victoria with great attention "It depends, would you see that as something positive or negative? Nowadays standards are very different than before" That sounded like something someone with no ass would say "Tuck your butt in a bit, yeah"
...
Victoria gives the floor a new coat of wax with her explosive bloody vomit, Nagiri covers herself by raising some documents and the mysterious guy in the corner of the room can only let out a sound of disgust.
Nagiri presses a button on her desk communicator "Oda, tell the janitor to come here" The elf got up from her seat and, avoiding the vomit mess, took Victoria by the shoulders to help her up "It's okay, you've done enough, try not to overexert yourself"
"What's happening Nagiri-saAAY PLEASE!" The janitor with long hair and a scar on his chin arrives faster than a rooster crows only to see the homicide of cleanliness caused by Victoria
"Please clean this up. Oda, take our guest outside and call an ambulance" Says Nagiri, still calm and impassive as the psychic passes from director to secretary
Meanwhile, the janitor uses a mop and shoots water from his finger to clean up as quietly as possible.
"Anyway, forgetting what just happened..." Nagiri sits down again "Do you know why I called you here, Gwendoline?"
>"I came here to receive my prize and my recognition(...)First demand: I want Hinata to come with me"
Nagiri makes no complaint "While you and your companions will all receive due recognition for having participated in a mission of this caliber, that's not why I called you...besides" She starts reviewing another document, you can see Hinata's photo "I have no decision-making power in matters involving students from other schools, I should call Kyoshi now that I think about it..." She mutters, but shakes her ears to clear her distractions "Anyway, with that clear now--"
She took another folder and slammed it against the desk so you could see its contents, all those fake names and numbers, you knew them very well, all the information was highlighted "Would you be so kind as to explain all these inconsistencies in your record? Because right now I have a lot of questions about it, starting with the fact that legally, there are no records that a Gwendoline Longbowtomb ever existed or that she was related to that wealthy family"
...
>>10475 →
"..." Amelia slowly turns her head to look at you, no expression on her face, mute and hard as a statue until you lift the curse "Pff, are you 5 years old?"
She goes to change amidst laughter while leaving you alone, where you take a power nap, the good kind that can replace 8 hours of sleep with no health consequences.
When she returned, she had already changed and lets you get ready, with not much success other than cleaning off the dirt you had on you.
>"For me, anyone is fine(...)"
"As you say, I'll let them know, in the meantime..." Amelia leaves the phone on the table and collapses next to you on the sofa, sinking into the cushions with a sigh "Uuugh... I'm destroyed~..." She murmurs as she stretches her legs. "A nap sounds good..."
She settled in more until she found a comfortable position, closing her eyes from the comfort, and they fell silent.
Again, there was still some fatigue, but this sleepiness was more pleasant, when one knew that there was nothing left to do and could enjoy a well-deserved rest.
The phone on the table vibrated insistently, repeating the ringtone incessantly.
Amelia let out a protesting groan, "Nghh..." Without much conviction, she stretched her arm toward the device, fumbling blindly for a few seconds before successfully grabbing it. "Ugh... who's calling at this hour?" She rubbed her eyes, waking up slightly. "Oh, Hanan, it's the girls." She sat up, yawning before answering the call and turning on the speaker. "Moshi Moshi?" she asked, still with a drowsy voice.
On the other side of the line, a familiar voice soon rang out, accompanied by the background noise of several people talking at once. "Took you long enough. Did you survive?"
"Don't know, Hanan, did we survive?" she asked.
"Well I think not—we're dead and talking to you from the underworld."
"Awesome," replied Hanahari. "Are you free, or are you stuck at the hospital or something?"
"I think so... we took a nap, we're starving. Any ideas? I don't know what places might be open now—basically it was a day off."
"Yeah, I tried going to the secret restaurant but it was closed. We've been looking for a good spot to prepare... you know, a little celebration. You and Ukyo got sent to Normandy and are coming back as heroes. You too, Hanan." You were included.
"So then?"
"We're waiting for you. I'll send you the location."
"Ready?"
implying
They didn't waste any time getting ready. When they left, the afternoon had already advanced further, edging one step closer to night.
The subway was still running despite the chaos left by that morning's operation. The cars were much emptier than usual, mostly filled with workers heading home or people like you, just beginning to resume their routines after an unusual day.
As they left Shizuoka behind and approached Tokyo, the city seemed to awaken once more, more active than that morning.
Some streets were still cordoned off, patrols and emergency vehicles still moving through certain areas, but shops were beginning to lift their shutters, neon signs flickered back on, and gradually pedestrian traffic returned to the avenues.
After a final transfer, they got off at a station near the meeting point.
The chosen restaurant was a small place, one of those hidden between taller buildings, surviving thanks to its regular customers. Through the window, a warm atmosphere could be seen, the scent of freshly cooked food escaping every time someone opened the door. You could detect a pattern in what the Ketsubutsu girls liked.
Someone was already waiting, sitting near the window, one hand propping up her cheek as she absentmindedly played with the glass of water in front of her. Hanahari lifted her gaze upon hearing the entrance bell, and pushed her hood down.
"Took you long enough." She gestured for them to come to the table. "Sit down before Mitsu fills your seats with her orders."
"Does saving the country feel good?"
"Hmmm..." Nagiri observes the back area of Victoria with great attention "It depends, would you see that as something positive or negative? Nowadays standards are very different than before" That sounded like something someone with no ass would say "Tuck your butt in a bit, yeah"
...
Victoria gives the floor a new coat of wax with her explosive bloody vomit, Nagiri covers herself by raising some documents and the mysterious guy in the corner of the room can only let out a sound of disgust.
Nagiri presses a button on her desk communicator "Oda, tell the janitor to come here" The elf got up from her seat and, avoiding the vomit mess, took Victoria by the shoulders to help her up "It's okay, you've done enough, try not to overexert yourself"
"What's happening Nagiri-saAAY PLEASE!" The janitor with long hair and a scar on his chin arrives faster than a rooster crows only to see the homicide of cleanliness caused by Victoria
"Please clean this up. Oda, take our guest outside and call an ambulance" Says Nagiri, still calm and impassive as the psychic passes from director to secretary
Meanwhile, the janitor uses a mop and shoots water from his finger to clean up as quietly as possible.
"Anyway, forgetting what just happened..." Nagiri sits down again "Do you know why I called you here, Gwendoline?"
>"I came here to receive my prize and my recognition(...)First demand: I want Hinata to come with me"
Nagiri makes no complaint "While you and your companions will all receive due recognition for having participated in a mission of this caliber, that's not why I called you...besides" She starts reviewing another document, you can see Hinata's photo "I have no decision-making power in matters involving students from other schools, I should call Kyoshi now that I think about it..." She mutters, but shakes her ears to clear her distractions "Anyway, with that clear now--"
She took another folder and slammed it against the desk so you could see its contents, all those fake names and numbers, you knew them very well, all the information was highlighted "Would you be so kind as to explain all these inconsistencies in your record? Because right now I have a lot of questions about it, starting with the fact that legally, there are no records that a Gwendoline Longbowtomb ever existed or that she was related to that wealthy family"
...
>>10475 →
"..." Amelia slowly turns her head to look at you, no expression on her face, mute and hard as a statue until you lift the curse "Pff, are you 5 years old?"
She goes to change amidst laughter while leaving you alone, where you take a power nap, the good kind that can replace 8 hours of sleep with no health consequences.
When she returned, she had already changed and lets you get ready, with not much success other than cleaning off the dirt you had on you.
>"For me, anyone is fine(...)"
"As you say, I'll let them know, in the meantime..." Amelia leaves the phone on the table and collapses next to you on the sofa, sinking into the cushions with a sigh "Uuugh... I'm destroyed~..." She murmurs as she stretches her legs. "A nap sounds good..."
She settled in more until she found a comfortable position, closing her eyes from the comfort, and they fell silent.
Again, there was still some fatigue, but this sleepiness was more pleasant, when one knew that there was nothing left to do and could enjoy a well-deserved rest.
The phone on the table vibrated insistently, repeating the ringtone incessantly.
Amelia let out a protesting groan, "Nghh..." Without much conviction, she stretched her arm toward the device, fumbling blindly for a few seconds before successfully grabbing it. "Ugh... who's calling at this hour?" She rubbed her eyes, waking up slightly. "Oh, Hanan, it's the girls." She sat up, yawning before answering the call and turning on the speaker. "Moshi Moshi?" she asked, still with a drowsy voice.
On the other side of the line, a familiar voice soon rang out, accompanied by the background noise of several people talking at once. "Took you long enough. Did you survive?"
"Don't know, Hanan, did we survive?" she asked.
"Well I think not—we're dead and talking to you from the underworld."
"Awesome," replied Hanahari. "Are you free, or are you stuck at the hospital or something?"
"I think so... we took a nap, we're starving. Any ideas? I don't know what places might be open now—basically it was a day off."
"Yeah, I tried going to the secret restaurant but it was closed. We've been looking for a good spot to prepare... you know, a little celebration. You and Ukyo got sent to Normandy and are coming back as heroes. You too, Hanan." You were included.
"So then?"
"We're waiting for you. I'll send you the location."
"Ready?"
implying
They didn't waste any time getting ready. When they left, the afternoon had already advanced further, edging one step closer to night.
The subway was still running despite the chaos left by that morning's operation. The cars were much emptier than usual, mostly filled with workers heading home or people like you, just beginning to resume their routines after an unusual day.
As they left Shizuoka behind and approached Tokyo, the city seemed to awaken once more, more active than that morning.
Some streets were still cordoned off, patrols and emergency vehicles still moving through certain areas, but shops were beginning to lift their shutters, neon signs flickered back on, and gradually pedestrian traffic returned to the avenues.
After a final transfer, they got off at a station near the meeting point.
The chosen restaurant was a small place, one of those hidden between taller buildings, surviving thanks to its regular customers. Through the window, a warm atmosphere could be seen, the scent of freshly cooked food escaping every time someone opened the door. You could detect a pattern in what the Ketsubutsu girls liked.
Someone was already waiting, sitting near the window, one hand propping up her cheek as she absentmindedly played with the glass of water in front of her. Hanahari lifted her gaze upon hearing the entrance bell, and pushed her hood down.
"Took you long enough." She gestured for them to come to the table. "Sit down before Mitsu fills your seats with her orders."
"Does saving the country feel good?"
Meta thread for MHA and derivatives, to talk about the roleplay and other things, so as not to fill the respective roleplay threads with garbage.
>MHA Re-Reboot
>Genesis X
>Others to be added
>MHA Re-Reboot
>Genesis X
>Others to be added
>>10441 →
if that includes villain academia, Catherine feeds them all until they get diabetes
if that includes villain academia, Catherine feeds them all until they get diabetes
Physique: 1d100 = 40
Quirk: 1d100 = 38
>>10441 →
>If all the characters were locked in UA, who would they eat first?
Japako looks appetizing knowing the snake tastes like chicken
>Congratulations OPmu on getting the job
I didn't get it, just the interview, kek, but it lifted my spirits to advance in something and not just throw CVs like an idiot
Quirk: 1d100 = 38
>>10441 →
>If all the characters were locked in UA, who would they eat first?
Japako looks appetizing knowing the snake tastes like chicken
>Congratulations OPmu on getting the job
I didn't get it, just the interview, kek, but it lifted my spirits to advance in something and not just throw CVs like an idiot
if you are reading this, it is already too late to regret it
a new villain academy rises on an artificial island at point nemo, the furthest place from earth
here lies Candystopia Academy, a villain academy made entirely of sweets and treats
who else could be behind this than its director and founder? none other than Catherine Sugarcoat, the villain also known as Lady Diabetes, solely responsible for an increase in childhood obesity and diabetes, entire governments have bowed before her endless cakes and candies.
now it is your turn to become a great villain too, and who knows? maybe help the director with her plan to crush the Alls' country with a giant pie someday
>name
>appearance
>age
>background
>quirk
>stats
You have 2 base points and 10 points to distribute
Strength:
increases the faces of your damage multiplier die
Defense:
determines your HP
HP = Defense x10 +100
Agility:
Determines how many times you can attack per turn, one attack per point.
Combat System:
you attack as many times as your agility. For each attack you roll 1d20 for damage, a multiplier die with as many faces as strength points you have, and 1d2 for accuracy. If the accuracy die rolls 1, the attack misses, if it rolls 2 it hits. The damage is the result of your damage die multiplied by the multiplier.
for example, a character with 4 strength and 3 agility would roll:
1d20 = 19 1d4 = 2 1d2 = 1
1d20 = 4 1d4 = 2 1d2 = 2
1d20 = 11 1d4 = 4 1d2 = 2
you can combine the faces of your damage and multiplier dice to roll more powerful attacks, but you risk missing the attack. For example, the previous character could roll:
1d60 = 2 1d12 = 5 1d2 = 2
you can also pay with one of your attacks for another to hit guaranteed, but you can only do this with a single attack per turn, and if the attack is the sum of several, you must pay the same number of attacks you used to make it. For example, a character with 8 agility and 2 strength could do this:
1d80 = 60 1d8 = 7, guaranteed hit.
a new villain academy rises on an artificial island at point nemo, the furthest place from earth
here lies Candystopia Academy, a villain academy made entirely of sweets and treats
who else could be behind this than its director and founder? none other than Catherine Sugarcoat, the villain also known as Lady Diabetes, solely responsible for an increase in childhood obesity and diabetes, entire governments have bowed before her endless cakes and candies.
now it is your turn to become a great villain too, and who knows? maybe help the director with her plan to crush the Alls' country with a giant pie someday
>name
>appearance
>age
>background
>quirk
>stats
You have 2 base points and 10 points to distribute
Strength:
increases the faces of your damage multiplier die
Defense:
determines your HP
HP = Defense x10 +100
Agility:
Determines how many times you can attack per turn, one attack per point.
Combat System:
you attack as many times as your agility. For each attack you roll 1d20 for damage, a multiplier die with as many faces as strength points you have, and 1d2 for accuracy. If the accuracy die rolls 1, the attack misses, if it rolls 2 it hits. The damage is the result of your damage die multiplied by the multiplier.
for example, a character with 4 strength and 3 agility would roll:
1d20 = 19 1d4 = 2 1d2 = 1
1d20 = 4 1d4 = 2 1d2 = 2
1d20 = 11 1d4 = 4 1d2 = 2
you can combine the faces of your damage and multiplier dice to roll more powerful attacks, but you risk missing the attack. For example, the previous character could roll:
1d60 = 2 1d12 = 5 1d2 = 2
you can also pay with one of your attacks for another to hit guaranteed, but you can only do this with a single attack per turn, and if the attack is the sum of several, you must pay the same number of attacks you used to make it. For example, a character with 8 agility and 2 strength could do this:
1d80 = 60 1d8 = 7, guaranteed hit.
>>10336 →
>>7287 →
>Leroy
"The president of what?, I'm talking about Tim Burton's movie, don't you know good cinema?"
>Shall I show them to you?
"No thanks, if I wanted to see rotten teeth I'd go visit my grandma. Now come here, damn it--BITCH"
https://youtu.be/ZFsd1XQWvzI
▶The zombie uses her own head as a projectile and breaks his whole face, making him fall and roll on the ice floor until he's in a comically characteristic pose.
"Ugh... did you get his license plate?..."
His limbs are at weird angles and his tentacles grope the floor for support, until the brunette frees herself and talks to him, making him regain all his strength to automatically get up.
"Psst, punching bag?, looks like you don't know strategy, sweetie, didn't you hear the tank tactic? If you take all the hits, your opponent will eventually get tired and victory will be yours, I saw it on The Simpsons."
The zombie smelled bad, what a surprise, a dead person smelled dead.
"Sniff sniff Oh damn, it's true, can't you use deodorant or something, little dead girl?"
Anyway, there were things to do, places to go, and the black girl now had a weapon, very true to her skin color.
"Hey, hey, wait a minute! Shit, why don't we go where we need to go first and then kill ourselves? Besides, she's already dead, I don't think you can kill her twice, you know? You can dismember her later and it's..."
As she speaks, she extends an appendage to lower the brunette's weapon.
1d20 = 19 1d6 = 4 1d2 = 1
1d20 = 7 1d6 = 6 1d2 = 2
1d20 = 17 1d6 = 6 1d2 = 1
1d20 = 20 1d6 = 2 1d2 = 2
1d20 = 10 1d6 = 5 1d2 = 1
1d20 = 6 1d6 = 6 1d2 = 2
"Also, I don't think the diabetes villain would like dead bodies in her yard, let's save our necks and not act like children, does anyone object to staying alive everyone?" She asks, "I'm Leroy, by the way, and you, little lump of brown sugar?"
>>7288 →
>how the hell do you miss 6 attacks in a row?
I feel nostalgic
>>7287 →
>Leroy
"The president of what?, I'm talking about Tim Burton's movie, don't you know good cinema?"
>Shall I show them to you?
"No thanks, if I wanted to see rotten teeth I'd go visit my grandma. Now come here, damn it--BITCH"
https://youtu.be/ZFsd1XQWvzI
▶The zombie uses her own head as a projectile and breaks his whole face, making him fall and roll on the ice floor until he's in a comically characteristic pose."Ugh... did you get his license plate?..."
His limbs are at weird angles and his tentacles grope the floor for support, until the brunette frees herself and talks to him, making him regain all his strength to automatically get up.
"Psst, punching bag?, looks like you don't know strategy, sweetie, didn't you hear the tank tactic? If you take all the hits, your opponent will eventually get tired and victory will be yours, I saw it on The Simpsons."
The zombie smelled bad, what a surprise, a dead person smelled dead.
"Sniff sniff Oh damn, it's true, can't you use deodorant or something, little dead girl?"
Anyway, there were things to do, places to go, and the black girl now had a weapon, very true to her skin color.
"Hey, hey, wait a minute! Shit, why don't we go where we need to go first and then kill ourselves? Besides, she's already dead, I don't think you can kill her twice, you know? You can dismember her later and it's..."
As she speaks, she extends an appendage to lower the brunette's weapon.
1d20 = 19 1d6 = 4 1d2 = 1
1d20 = 7 1d6 = 6 1d2 = 2
1d20 = 17 1d6 = 6 1d2 = 1
1d20 = 20 1d6 = 2 1d2 = 2
1d20 = 10 1d6 = 5 1d2 = 1
1d20 = 6 1d6 = 6 1d2 = 2
"Also, I don't think the diabetes villain would like dead bodies in her yard, let's save our necks and not act like children, does anyone object to staying alive everyone?" She asks, "I'm Leroy, by the way, and you, little lump of brown sugar?"
>>7288 →
>how the hell do you miss 6 attacks in a row?
I feel nostalgic
>>10337 →
It's called aura. Listen up, rookies, the real fight starts before the bell even rings! The smell will disorient the enemy and stop them from getting close! If you don't believe me, watch this!
>He approaches the squid kid and removes the head he threw from his body. He squeezes it tightly against his neck and twists it from side to side to make sure it's on properly. Once it's all there, he starts striking various poses, showcasing his villainous aura.
>>10335 →
You'll serve as a test subject, now check this out.
>He walks away from the group to approach the redhead. Standing in front of him, he scoops up as much ice cream as he can, making a ball the size of his head, and swallows it in one gulp. Preparing for the next part of his demonstration, he puffs out his cheeks, tightens his stomach, and then releases a lethal amount of methane gas in a heart-shaped burp. The stench expelled would hit the redhead's olfactory sensors with such force that he would end up falling to the ground from the sheer smell.
>>10336 →
Oh no! A weapon! How scary! What are you gonna do? Shoot me? Let's see, let's see, let's see! Try to kill the undead! Let's see, let's see, let's see! KYAJAJAJAJA!!
>Squidward is correct, a weapon poses no danger to the zombie. In fact, the threat was so minimal that Zombossa started playing with the barrel of the pistol. Hitting it multiple times while laughing out loud at how useless shooting her would be. She already proved she can survive without a head, a couple of bullets are nothing compared to that.
1d20 = 17 1d3 = 2 1d2 = 2
1d20 = 12 1d3 = 2 1d2 = 1
1d20 = 15 1d3 = 1 1d2 = 2
1d20 = 1 1d3 = 1 1d2 = 2
1d20 = 20 1d3 = 1 1d2 = 1
1d20 = 13 1d3 = 2 1d2 = 2
1d20 = 4 1d3 = 2 1d2 = 1
1d20 = 12 1d3 = 2 1d2 = 1
It's called aura. Listen up, rookies, the real fight starts before the bell even rings! The smell will disorient the enemy and stop them from getting close! If you don't believe me, watch this!
>He approaches the squid kid and removes the head he threw from his body. He squeezes it tightly against his neck and twists it from side to side to make sure it's on properly. Once it's all there, he starts striking various poses, showcasing his villainous aura.
>>10335 →
You'll serve as a test subject, now check this out.
>He walks away from the group to approach the redhead. Standing in front of him, he scoops up as much ice cream as he can, making a ball the size of his head, and swallows it in one gulp. Preparing for the next part of his demonstration, he puffs out his cheeks, tightens his stomach, and then releases a lethal amount of methane gas in a heart-shaped burp. The stench expelled would hit the redhead's olfactory sensors with such force that he would end up falling to the ground from the sheer smell.
>>10336 →
Oh no! A weapon! How scary! What are you gonna do? Shoot me? Let's see, let's see, let's see! Try to kill the undead! Let's see, let's see, let's see! KYAJAJAJAJA!!
>Squidward is correct, a weapon poses no danger to the zombie. In fact, the threat was so minimal that Zombossa started playing with the barrel of the pistol. Hitting it multiple times while laughing out loud at how useless shooting her would be. She already proved she can survive without a head, a couple of bullets are nothing compared to that.
1d20 = 17 1d3 = 2 1d2 = 2
1d20 = 12 1d3 = 2 1d2 = 1
1d20 = 15 1d3 = 1 1d2 = 2
1d20 = 1 1d3 = 1 1d2 = 2
1d20 = 20 1d3 = 1 1d2 = 1
1d20 = 13 1d3 = 2 1d2 = 2
1d20 = 4 1d3 = 2 1d2 = 1
1d20 = 12 1d3 = 2 1d2 = 1
>>10337 →
>>10338 →
>the brunette girl eats her own weapon
<brunette
yes, you are right
>she then rests her head on Leory's shoulder
<brunette
and my name is Kimberly, little octopus
>it seems Leory is managing to win her over
<Kimberly
but I don't think now is a good time to flirt
>meanwhile, the green guy approaches Zombossa
<green guy
if those attacks had been directed by the tentacle guy to hurt you, you would be dead², what would happen if they burned your body or sliced you up? don't get too confident
...
>eventually both and Lucien enter the building
>there are soda fountains (literally) and ornamental candy plants
>they are greeted by gingerbread men who guide them to the auditorium
>the principal should arrive soon
>>10338 →
>the brunette girl eats her own weapon
<brunette
yes, you are right
>she then rests her head on Leory's shoulder
<brunette
and my name is Kimberly, little octopus
>it seems Leory is managing to win her over
<Kimberly
but I don't think now is a good time to flirt
>meanwhile, the green guy approaches Zombossa
<green guy
if those attacks had been directed by the tentacle guy to hurt you, you would be dead², what would happen if they burned your body or sliced you up? don't get too confident
...
>eventually both and Lucien enter the building
>there are soda fountains (literally) and ornamental candy plants
>they are greeted by gingerbread men who guide them to the auditorium
>the principal should arrive soon
Meta thread for MHA and derivatives, to talk about the roleplay and such, so as not to fill the roleplay threads of the respective games with garbage.
>MHA Re-Reboot
>MHA: Fusions
>Genesis X
>Holiday special
Official MHA Wiki: F https://bnhfusions.fandom.com/es/wiki/Estudiantes
>MHA Re-Reboot
>MHA: Fusions
>Genesis X
>Holiday special
Official MHA Wiki: F https://bnhfusions.fandom.com/es/wiki/Estudiantes
what if I rebooted villain academia again? I lost the system
>>6791 →
Ayy poor thing, OP. Yeah, yeah. You'll be better. Heal, heal, frog's tail. If it doesn't heal today, it'll heal tomorrow.
I imagine it's already passed, I had a headache the other day and in the end I saved myself from a cold kek, are you okay? They say time heals all.
Ayy poor thing, OP. Yeah, yeah. You'll be better. Heal, heal, frog's tail. If it doesn't heal today, it'll heal tomorrow.
I imagine it's already passed, I had a headache the other day and in the end I saved myself from a cold kek, are you okay? They say time heals all.
https://youtu.be/-t5--PiJsWo▶
''The last time we saw our applicants, they had entered their internship period with multiple professional heroes, experiencing a hectic first day as they encountered some of the most dangerous cases. However, they still had to finish that period.
>Players
<Akira
<Alpyr
<Amane
<Dan
<Gwendoline
<Hanan
<Kayako
<Nazuna
<Sirk
<Misaboru
▶
''The last time we saw our applicants, they had entered their internship period with multiple professional heroes, experiencing a hectic first day as they encountered some of the most dangerous cases. However, they still had to finish that period.
>Players
<Akira
<Alpyr
<Amane
<Dan
<Gwendoline
<Hanan
<Kayako
<Nazuna
<Sirk
<Misaboru
>>6708 →
>Gwendoline
Hinata is alive, and in Mount Fuji. Gwen sighs, it's unclear whether it's from longing or disappointment. Almost immediately she starts drifting spectrally around the area. The trucks appear, and the villains parade inside of them, but the ghost doesn't even notice them. Her gaze seems incapable of staying still, until it lands on Alpyr and the fish woman.
"Ugh!" She complains audibly at the same time as she pinches her nose. "What is that smell...? It's like a port! Wait, I think I know where it's coming from... Let me get to the wind side."
It's obvious to anyone that she's being intentionally and sneakily rude. To make it even clearer that she's paying the price for Svetlana, she crosses her arms and puffs out her cheeks, and looks at her group as if they owed her money. Soon Gwen explodes.
"And that's it? Is that all? After everything I suffered for you, do you have no praises for me?!" She turns her face and clenches her teeth. "Not even a question...? Like, 'How are you?' or 'How did you manage to handle that powerful villain on your own'?" "Because of attitudes like that, I feel like telling everyone that they should die!"
>Gwendoline
Hinata is alive, and in Mount Fuji. Gwen sighs, it's unclear whether it's from longing or disappointment. Almost immediately she starts drifting spectrally around the area. The trucks appear, and the villains parade inside of them, but the ghost doesn't even notice them. Her gaze seems incapable of staying still, until it lands on Alpyr and the fish woman.
"Ugh!" She complains audibly at the same time as she pinches her nose. "What is that smell...? It's like a port! Wait, I think I know where it's coming from... Let me get to the wind side."
It's obvious to anyone that she's being intentionally and sneakily rude. To make it even clearer that she's paying the price for Svetlana, she crosses her arms and puffs out her cheeks, and looks at her group as if they owed her money. Soon Gwen explodes.
"And that's it? Is that all? After everything I suffered for you, do you have no praises for me?!" She turns her face and clenches her teeth. "Not even a question...? Like, 'How are you?' or 'How did you manage to handle that powerful villain on your own'?" "Because of attitudes like that, I feel like telling everyone that they should die!"
>>6708 →
>...
>..
>.
>..
>...
"Behave like someone of our position"
-"You're so boring...but I get it"
>He said giving a thumbs up, before Svet separated them, she obviously took the chance to give him a kiss on the cheek before leaving.
-"Good luckkkkk"
>Moving his arm to say goodbye before going with the other group, she's not that stupid to not understand the situation and the duty that the great ones have to follow.
>They'll have better time to spend time together.
"¡Ohhh, let's eat!. I'm starving"
-"Let the new one invite"
>Says pointing at >>4064 →
-"By the way, what class are you in?" no idea if it's already been said that the future super pervert is already in class A kek
>She got into the car near Vero and Asuna
>...
>..
>.
>..
>...
"Behave like someone of our position"
-"You're so boring...but I get it"
>He said giving a thumbs up, before Svet separated them, she obviously took the chance to give him a kiss on the cheek before leaving.
-"Good luckkkkk"
>Moving his arm to say goodbye before going with the other group, she's not that stupid to not understand the situation and the duty that the great ones have to follow.
>They'll have better time to spend time together.
"¡Ohhh, let's eat!. I'm starving"
-"Let the new one invite"
>Says pointing at >>4064 →
-"By the way, what class are you in?" no idea if it's already been said that the future super pervert is already in class A kek
>She got into the car near Vero and Asuna
>>6708 →
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OyTDjr5gpE0
▶
Or whatever, the truth is that the succubus sighed as people came and went trying to keep them.
She obviously refused any doctor's touch, as by that point she was just tired
Walking to be with Amelia, since the others she vaguely knew were busy with their own things and she couldn't be bothered.
-Amelia-
"I don't know if I should sleep or go eat something"
-Hanan-
"I could eat something, but I also feel like if I touch a bed I'll fall asleep until next week"
She followed Amelia to the car, quickly sitting in the corner and letting Amelia sit next to her to avoid any contact with the others who were there too.
>>6867 →
-Alpyr-
"Let the new girl pay"
-Hanan-
"Me what?"
-Alpyr-
"By the way, what class are you in?"
-Hanan-
"Uhhh... I think I was going to be... I think they were going to put me in one of the main classes... uhhh... but I don't know if it was A or B..."
The tiredness wasn't letting the information get to her head, obviously they would have told her at some point which class she was going to go to when the internships ended since she had to end up somewhere.
But after thinking for a while she looked at Amelia, taking out her phone and seeing that it was a bit wet.
"Shit"
She shook it a bit and turned it on, luckily it didn't look damaged, she finally got Amelia's attention and asked
"Should we take a picture so the others know we're alive?"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OyTDjr5gpE0
▶Or whatever, the truth is that the succubus sighed as people came and went trying to keep them.
She obviously refused any doctor's touch, as by that point she was just tired
Walking to be with Amelia, since the others she vaguely knew were busy with their own things and she couldn't be bothered.
-Amelia-
"I don't know if I should sleep or go eat something"
-Hanan-
"I could eat something, but I also feel like if I touch a bed I'll fall asleep until next week"
She followed Amelia to the car, quickly sitting in the corner and letting Amelia sit next to her to avoid any contact with the others who were there too.
>>6867 →
-Alpyr-
"Let the new girl pay"
-Hanan-
"Me what?"
-Alpyr-
"By the way, what class are you in?"
-Hanan-
"Uhhh... I think I was going to be... I think they were going to put me in one of the main classes... uhhh... but I don't know if it was A or B..."
The tiredness wasn't letting the information get to her head, obviously they would have told her at some point which class she was going to go to when the internships ended since she had to end up somewhere.
But after thinking for a while she looked at Amelia, taking out her phone and seeing that it was a bit wet.
"Shit"
She shook it a bit and turned it on, luckily it didn't look damaged, she finally got Amelia's attention and asked
"Should we take a picture so the others know we're alive?"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JOZrsqLPwxA
▶On this occasion, the focus will shift from the famous Class 1-A and its associates. To concentrate on another corner of UA, this time a group of students not so prominent or well-known
...
https://youtu.be/VOW9AFZFEhE
▶The setting was in the middle of a television program, where a raffle for something of great value was being held. The presenter put his hand inside a small box, and from there he pulled out a crumpled piece of paper
He carefully unfolded it to read it, then shouted, using all the air in his lungs, towards the camera
"AND WE HAVE A WINNER, A LUCKY CLASS FROM UA SCHOOL, HAS WON AN ALL-PAID TRIP TO MASAYOSHI ISLAND, A TOURIST CENTER AND VACATION RESORT ABOUT TO BE OPENED, AND THE CURRENT HEADQUARTERS OF THE JAPAN PUBLIC SAFETY COMMISSION"
The lucky UA class managed to win a small, luxurious vacation on a paradise island. The dream of anyone, isn't that right?
>Players
<Amelia
<Aliz
<Chieko
<Claire
<Feng
<Gaspar
<Hirohito
<Iwamaru
<Kay
<Kyla
<Malakai
<Seiken
▶On this occasion, the focus will shift from the famous Class 1-A and its associates. To concentrate on another corner of UA, this time a group of students not so prominent or well-known...
https://youtu.be/VOW9AFZFEhE
▶The setting was in the middle of a television program, where a raffle for something of great value was being held. The presenter put his hand inside a small box, and from there he pulled out a crumpled piece of paperHe carefully unfolded it to read it, then shouted, using all the air in his lungs, towards the camera
"AND WE HAVE A WINNER, A LUCKY CLASS FROM UA SCHOOL, HAS WON AN ALL-PAID TRIP TO MASAYOSHI ISLAND, A TOURIST CENTER AND VACATION RESORT ABOUT TO BE OPENED, AND THE CURRENT HEADQUARTERS OF THE JAPAN PUBLIC SAFETY COMMISSION"
The lucky UA class managed to win a small, luxurious vacation on a paradise island. The dream of anyone, isn't that right?
>Players
<Amelia
<Aliz
<Chieko
<Claire
<Feng
<Gaspar
<Hirohito
<Iwamaru
<Kay
<Kyla
<Malakai
<Seiken
>>26367>Amelia
When Amelia becomes one of the victims of the prank on Claire, the one responsible for soaking her favorite clothes speaks up.
<Sorry...
But in her anger, Amelia ignores him, and even insults him, triggering a speech while being pointed at by the idiot.
"Don't... point... at me..." -he mutters-
<Fine! Yeah, I'm an idiot, a hopeless fool!
(Yes.)
<But I'm also your partner...
(Sadly UA doesn't offer classes from home...)
<The truth is, you're not exactly the best person in the world either
(No, I'm bottom-of-the-barrel trash too, so what?)
<antisocial, weird, suicidal, hurtful, and sometimes downright cruel.
(Did you catch the suicidal part?)
(Meh... not an inaccurate picture.)
<You can hate me, call me whatever you want—I don't care, go ahead and vent if it makes you feel better.
"Asshole."
(Meh... insults aren't that big a deal... not worth dwelling on.)
<But you know what? I love you, Ame-chan!
"What?" -she asks, showing no expression on her face... but feeling confused inside-
<I love you because you're my partner, and I care about you.
"I don't think 'love' is the right word for that sentence."
<You matter to me, Ame-chan, and look where we are—stuck together on this trip...
(It's true... remembering that annoys me.)
<You can reject me all you want
(So... you're serious about loving me...? What a shame.)
<but I'll keep inviting you and dragging you places anyway, just like Claire does
(Did it ever occur to you that maybe I want to do something on my own? That I'm not just a robot you can drag around everywhere? I have my own goal, you know.)
<And you know why? Because you matter to us, Amelia.
(mental sigh I have no idea why out of all the students, I'm the one who 'matters'...)
<Sorry, was that too dramatic?
sigh "You're completely mistaken." -she says, out of nowhere- "I don't know if you were serious, but I'll be direct: you don't love me. You don't know me—nobody does. I don't have friends, and I don't want any. You're just another classmate I'm forced to interact with, like everyone else. If I hate you less, it's only because you're one of the lesser evils... That's all. If you're attracted to me, it's only because of how I look... which would just make you a creepy pervert, since I don't even have a body..." -Amelia... simply hadn't developed at all. Not even a little-
She talked too much, so she just stopped.
"What I mean is: I don't love you, I don't like anyone. I'll live and die alone..." -a brief pause, but she continues- "in short: no."
He took it as a love confession. Amelia doesn't like love.
She didn't hate Gaspar more after that... but she didn't hate him any less either.
<Don't bother Ame-chan, or she'll strike back.
That was true—now the blonde was already plotting a painful revenge over something as small as getting mocked and nearly splashed by that woman.
<We were just having fun, like kids. What's wrong with that?
(How annoying.)
They throw Aneko into the pool
(The fall of the pool queen... destroyed by her own kingdom. An interesting tale.)
<Two in a row, one more for a hat trick!
"Don't even think about it, creep." -she said, trying to avoid being next-
<By the way, you're from another class, right? What's your name?
(She already said that...)
>>26433
A while later, after drying off the flea, Gapoo once again puts his hand on her shoulder, making the girl shiver before she swats it away.
"Don't touch me."
<Better take a step back, okay?
Sigh "Good idea..."
Amelia turns and walks away from the group at the pool, the towel draped over her shoulders like a cape. Her goal was to use this moment to slip away unnoticed and head to the hotel, to talk to the teacher who hopefully was still in her room since she probably has no life.
(Maybe she's still there... it'd be really bad luck if she actually went to the bar like that mole servant said...)
And so Smurfette escaped... or maybe not. She was just walking normally; it'd be easy to stop her if someone wanted to.
(>>26350
>>26351
>>26352)Claire needs a visit to the psychologist
(>>26367
>>26423
>>26433)
(>>26733
>>26734)
>...
>After Gapoo tackled Claire into the pool, both students managed to get out, only to find themselves facing another pair of students, one of them displaying a rather unpleasant attitude.
>Claire glanced at the book the guy was carrying—unfortunately, it wasn't a Bible, but "The Art of War" by Sun Tzu.
>The girl named Aneko showed an increasingly hostile attitude; as soon as Claire joined the conversation, the clash of personalities only heightened the tension in the air.
"Are you sure, sweetie? What kind of good students go around assaulting people with water?" The more the conversation progressed, the worse it got. "Censor me, you say? Is that a threat? From what I see, you're just a spoiled little daddy's princess. I'd love to see you get your hands dirty—if you've got the guts to do it."
>"And aren't you misjudging our teachers?"
"All adults are the same. They only care about getting their paycheck so they can waste their money on stupid things, like betting on pool or wrecking their kidneys."
>When Amelia started complaining about her class in general, the intention flew completely over Claire's head—she misunderstood and thought they were referring to another class.
"What did you hear the brown guy say when he showed us this place? We already live here, stupid..." Claire walked away, no longer willing to listen to the conversation.
>And then Amelia's previous turn happens kek
>After Feng scared Aneko off, she went to complain to her brother for having been left there like a soggy lettuce without intervening. That's when Gapoo climbed out of the pool at this point I've already given up on organizing the timeline and started talking to them.
"Leave me out of your fights, I just came here to read," the boy replied.
"Shut up," her sister snapped at him. "Who the hell do you think you are, speaking to me without me addressing you first?" Aneko pointed her finger at Gapoo, until suddenly the sailor grabbed her by the waist and repeated the dunking maneuver. "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING? LET GO OF ME!" She began screaming and kicking.
>Gapoo and Aneko fell into the pool again, just like earlier with Claire.
"LET GO OF ME!" She didn't stop screaming and kicking, now lightly punching Gapoo with her fists. "LET GO OF ME, FREAK, STATUE-FACED JERK!"
>Once he pulled her back out, she scrambled as far away from Gapoo as possible and took shelter close to her brother, arms crossed tightly over her chest.
"D-do something, you idiot!"
"I'm almost done with my book. Wait a minute."
"That's it, you're the worst!" She retreated inside the hotel. Clearly, those siblings had a very healthy relationship.
"Answering your question," the brother said to Gapoo, "No, we're not part of any class. We live here."
>Shortly after, Claire returned to the pool, now wearing her swimsuit. Gapoo tackled her into the water again.
>Meanwhile, Amelia left the pool area.
>>26733
>>26734
>You left the pool with a towel over your shoulders, passing through the reception. There was Aneko, furiously drying her hair. She peeked out from under her towel and saw you.
"What are you staring at?" She technically spotted you first.
https://youtu.be/vbWAxSJ_EEg
▶>The elevator doors opened, and then—moving at incredible speed—something dashed past you, causing you to spin around like a cartoon character. You could hear a small laugh coming from Aneko.
>Your spinning finally stopped, leaving you slightly nauseous. You looked toward the cause—easily recognizable anywhere. It was Japako, visibly agitated. She swung her head from side to side, her snakes doing the same, as if searching for something. Also... was she sniffing the air?
"Seiken?! Seiken?!" She didn't even seem to notice you. Receiving no response, she continued running until she disappeared from sight. Looks like she wouldn't be joining you to get that souvenir anytime soon.
"Uhhh, that's your teacher, right? You haven't even been here two hours and someone's already gone missing. Real professional standards at UA, I see." She quickly returned to her annoying attitude. "You gonna keep soaking people around here or what?" Didn't seem like she'd shut up anytime soon.
>...
>>26367
>>26423
>>26433
>...
>After all the small commotion at the poolimplying ended, the annoying girl's brother closed his book and stood up from his chair.
"Hey you, come here. I'd like to have a word with you." Having stayed out of things during the earlier incident, what could he possibly want to talk to you about now?
>Out of mere curiosity or because of my damn balls, you approached him.
"Simply put, what you did to my sister a moment ago didn't sit well with me." It showed—he was clearly annoyed, despite nothing actually happening at that moment. "So I'd like to settle this in a way that doesn't get either of us in trouble." Trouble? "On your way here, did you hear about the training area they have?" He doubted a simple fight would be beyond a UA student's capabilities. If he wanted to resolve such a trivial matter with fists, he was either very proud and confident—or just plain stupid. "Though you can go change first if you want."
>First day, and you already had a cordial invitation to get your face smashed in. You could try to run away, but who knows what would happen if you did. Would you accept his proposal?
>>26351
>>26352)Claire needs a visit to the psychologist
(>>26367
>>26423
>>26433)
(>>26733
>>26734)
>...
>After Gapoo tackled Claire into the pool, both students managed to get out, only to find themselves facing another pair of students, one of them displaying a rather unpleasant attitude.
>Claire glanced at the book the guy was carrying—unfortunately, it wasn't a Bible, but "The Art of War" by Sun Tzu.
>The girl named Aneko showed an increasingly hostile attitude; as soon as Claire joined the conversation, the clash of personalities only heightened the tension in the air.
"Are you sure, sweetie? What kind of good students go around assaulting people with water?" The more the conversation progressed, the worse it got. "Censor me, you say? Is that a threat? From what I see, you're just a spoiled little daddy's princess. I'd love to see you get your hands dirty—if you've got the guts to do it."
>"And aren't you misjudging our teachers?"
"All adults are the same. They only care about getting their paycheck so they can waste their money on stupid things, like betting on pool or wrecking their kidneys."
>When Amelia started complaining about her class in general, the intention flew completely over Claire's head—she misunderstood and thought they were referring to another class.
"What did you hear the brown guy say when he showed us this place? We already live here, stupid..." Claire walked away, no longer willing to listen to the conversation.
>And then Amelia's previous turn happens kek
>After Feng scared Aneko off, she went to complain to her brother for having been left there like a soggy lettuce without intervening. That's when Gapoo climbed out of the pool at this point I've already given up on organizing the timeline and started talking to them.
"Leave me out of your fights, I just came here to read," the boy replied.
"Shut up," her sister snapped at him. "Who the hell do you think you are, speaking to me without me addressing you first?" Aneko pointed her finger at Gapoo, until suddenly the sailor grabbed her by the waist and repeated the dunking maneuver. "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING? LET GO OF ME!" She began screaming and kicking.
>Gapoo and Aneko fell into the pool again, just like earlier with Claire.
"LET GO OF ME!" She didn't stop screaming and kicking, now lightly punching Gapoo with her fists. "LET GO OF ME, FREAK, STATUE-FACED JERK!"
>Once he pulled her back out, she scrambled as far away from Gapoo as possible and took shelter close to her brother, arms crossed tightly over her chest.
"D-do something, you idiot!"
"I'm almost done with my book. Wait a minute."
"That's it, you're the worst!" She retreated inside the hotel. Clearly, those siblings had a very healthy relationship.
"Answering your question," the brother said to Gapoo, "No, we're not part of any class. We live here."
>Shortly after, Claire returned to the pool, now wearing her swimsuit. Gapoo tackled her into the water again.
>Meanwhile, Amelia left the pool area.
>>26733
>>26734
>You left the pool with a towel over your shoulders, passing through the reception. There was Aneko, furiously drying her hair. She peeked out from under her towel and saw you.
"What are you staring at?" She technically spotted you first.
https://youtu.be/vbWAxSJ_EEg
▶>The elevator doors opened, and then—moving at incredible speed—something dashed past you, causing you to spin around like a cartoon character. You could hear a small laugh coming from Aneko.>Your spinning finally stopped, leaving you slightly nauseous. You looked toward the cause—easily recognizable anywhere. It was Japako, visibly agitated. She swung her head from side to side, her snakes doing the same, as if searching for something. Also... was she sniffing the air?
"Seiken?! Seiken?!" She didn't even seem to notice you. Receiving no response, she continued running until she disappeared from sight. Looks like she wouldn't be joining you to get that souvenir anytime soon.
"Uhhh, that's your teacher, right? You haven't even been here two hours and someone's already gone missing. Real professional standards at UA, I see." She quickly returned to her annoying attitude. "You gonna keep soaking people around here or what?" Didn't seem like she'd shut up anytime soon.
>...
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>...
>After all the small commotion at the pool
"Hey you, come here. I'd like to have a word with you." Having stayed out of things during the earlier incident, what could he possibly want to talk to you about now?
>Out of mere curiosity or because of my damn balls, you approached him.
"Simply put, what you did to my sister a moment ago didn't sit well with me." It showed—he was clearly annoyed, despite nothing actually happening at that moment. "So I'd like to settle this in a way that doesn't get either of us in trouble." Trouble? "On your way here, did you hear about the training area they have?" He doubted a simple fight would be beyond a UA student's capabilities. If he wanted to resolve such a trivial matter with fists, he was either very proud and confident—or just plain stupid. "Though you can go change first if you want."
>First day, and you already had a cordial invitation to get your face smashed in. You could try to run away, but who knows what would happen if you did. Would you accept his proposal?
>...
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ps://youtu.be/FOVnAnO0pTI
>After spending some time on the beach, and preferably I'd like it to not be night already so as to have room for more events kek with the day not stopping its advance, Claire went to one of the many kitchens, and entered to start cooking as if the kitchen were hers
>The cooks were busy, but the few who were there didn't show anger or any kind of problem with Claire's presence there
>The kitchen was immense, that was the best way to describe it, dozens of ovens, dozens of sinks and tables, shelves, refrigerators, and pantries where all sorts of ingredients were stored. Even this kitchen, which was immense in itself, was connected to another kitchen that surely must have had similar dimensions
>The conversations among the cooks implied that, for the most part, they were preparing food for the hotel's opening night, which was going to be tomorrow night. Another small portion was preparing food for the other few residents who had arrived early
>It was then that Gapoo made his entrance, and like Claire, he started cooking without anyone asking him to
>Claire, noticing this, tried to get support from the cooks to kick him and most of the cooks out
>Unfortunately, she didn't get much support; kicking out people who were there to earn a salary was going to be impossible
>A cook suggested that if there was a problem, they could go to the adjacent kitchen where there wasn't much staff currently, as the rest would arrive tomorrow to finish preparations for the hotel opening. Somewhere in the background, Gapoo received confirmation from the head cook, and like a game of telephone among the other cooks, the news spread that in the kitchen, everyone who had the desire to learn or practice the art of cooking was welcome
https://youtu.be/5eLjtCcsBZ4
▶>It was then that suddenly Gapoo cut his finger while cooking. As one cook said he was going to get some bandages from a shelf, the door leading to the adjacent kitchen burst open
>A dark figure emerged from it, walking irregularly, and breathing raggedly, making strange sounds, as if it were an animal choking; it was a sight that could be considered terrifying... then the figure burped https://youtu.be/0naWO-EkLqg
▶ several times in a row, in fact
"Ufff..." An arm poked out from the dark figure and scratched its head
https://youtu.be/k8PjJ7UuxEk
▶>The dark figure's body turned out to be a pile of hair covering a person. The hair moved, revealing a good view; the strange figure was actually a boy, about your age, with red eyes and extremely long hair, reaching almost to his feet
>Several strands of it were undulating on their own; his quirk undoubtedly had to do with controlling his hair. Other long, thick strands were holding... food, one was holding a bottle of Pepsi, and another pair was holding a bucket of KFC along with some sauce, while in his free hand he was holding a piece of chocolate cake
"I smell blood..." Some cooks sighed and showed small irritated faces, while the boy scanned the place with his eyes until he found Gapoo, whom he pointed at with his finger, "Who are you people and what are you doing dirtying my kitchen?"
"It's not your kitchen, you can only be here because you're too strong for the guards to forcibly remove you," a cook commented. The boy paid him no attention
"So?" He opened the piece of chocolate cake he had in his hand and swallowed it in one bite, and gulped it down at high speed, "What are you doing here? No, who are you?"
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ps://youtu.be/FOVnAnO0pTI
>After spending some time on the beach, and preferably I'd like it to not be night already so as to have room for more events kek with the day not stopping its advance, Claire went to one of the many kitchens, and entered to start cooking as if the kitchen were hers
>The cooks were busy, but the few who were there didn't show anger or any kind of problem with Claire's presence there
>The kitchen was immense, that was the best way to describe it, dozens of ovens, dozens of sinks and tables, shelves, refrigerators, and pantries where all sorts of ingredients were stored. Even this kitchen, which was immense in itself, was connected to another kitchen that surely must have had similar dimensions
>The conversations among the cooks implied that, for the most part, they were preparing food for the hotel's opening night, which was going to be tomorrow night. Another small portion was preparing food for the other few residents who had arrived early
>It was then that Gapoo made his entrance, and like Claire, he started cooking without anyone asking him to
>Claire, noticing this, tried to get support from the cooks to kick him and most of the cooks out
>Unfortunately, she didn't get much support; kicking out people who were there to earn a salary was going to be impossible
>A cook suggested that if there was a problem, they could go to the adjacent kitchen where there wasn't much staff currently, as the rest would arrive tomorrow to finish preparations for the hotel opening. Somewhere in the background, Gapoo received confirmation from the head cook, and like a game of telephone among the other cooks, the news spread that in the kitchen, everyone who had the desire to learn or practice the art of cooking was welcome
https://youtu.be/5eLjtCcsBZ4
▶>It was then that suddenly Gapoo cut his finger while cooking. As one cook said he was going to get some bandages from a shelf, the door leading to the adjacent kitchen burst open
>A dark figure emerged from it, walking irregularly, and breathing raggedly, making strange sounds, as if it were an animal choking; it was a sight that could be considered terrifying... then the figure burped https://youtu.be/0naWO-EkLqg
▶ several times in a row, in fact"Ufff..." An arm poked out from the dark figure and scratched its head
https://youtu.be/k8PjJ7UuxEk
▶>The dark figure's body turned out to be a pile of hair covering a person. The hair moved, revealing a good view; the strange figure was actually a boy, about your age, with red eyes and extremely long hair, reaching almost to his feet
>Several strands of it were undulating on their own; his quirk undoubtedly had to do with controlling his hair. Other long, thick strands were holding... food, one was holding a bottle of Pepsi, and another pair was holding a bucket of KFC along with some sauce, while in his free hand he was holding a piece of chocolate cake
"I smell blood..." Some cooks sighed and showed small irritated faces, while the boy scanned the place with his eyes until he found Gapoo, whom he pointed at with his finger, "Who are you people and what are you doing dirtying my kitchen?"
"It's not your kitchen, you can only be here because you're too strong for the guards to forcibly remove you," a cook commented. The boy paid him no attention
"So?" He opened the piece of chocolate cake he had in his hand and swallowed it in one bite, and gulped it down at high speed, "What are you doing here? No, who are you?"
https://youtu.be/-t5--PiJsWo▶After the UA sports festival came to an end, the end of the first semester at the hero school was also marked.
However, the young aspirants have no time to rest, crime in the streets is increasing, criminal gangs growing more and more concerned due to the decrease in their numbers caused by certain groups of villains.
Our young heroes will go out into the streets for their internship periods with real professional heroes, and get a real taste of what this world is like, and see if they are prepared to face it.
>Players
<Akira
<Alpyr
<Amane
<Gwendoline
<Hanan
▶After the UA sports festival came to an end, the end of the first semester at the hero school was also marked.However, the young aspirants have no time to rest, crime in the streets is increasing, criminal gangs growing more and more concerned due to the decrease in their numbers caused by certain groups of villains.
Our young heroes will go out into the streets for their internship periods with real professional heroes, and get a real taste of what this world is like, and see if they are prepared to face it.
>Players
<Akira
<Alpyr
<Amane
<Gwendoline
<Hanan
<Hanan
https://youtu.be/RAzCsKkIP_Q
▶>...
Several days had passed since the festival, since you were transferred to the Hero Course and Class A, and also since that incident with Sarah and Abel.
Just as you’d imagined, you hadn’t received any offers from any hero agencies; if it weren’t for LockPick, you would have been stuck, or you would have had to rely on the UA itself to take pity on you and find you an agency. When the time came, you picked up the phone and accepted the offer; the day was already set.
This was the opportunity you needed, and you weren’t going to waste it. At dawn, you took the train to leave Shizuoka Prefecture, where the UA was located, and head to neighboring Aichi. Your destination was the capital, Nagoya. The day before, you’d picked up your hero suit at the UA—this was the perfect chance to break it in.
The trip went smoothly, though once you got off and started walking toward the location, you realized something: this didn’t seem like a very safe part of the city.
The further you walked, the worse it got—there was more trash, the buildings were starting to look run-down, and there were suspicious-looking people hanging around. At least the day was nice, with a blue sky and few clouds… though they said it would get cloudy later.
After a while, you arrived at the place: a small three-story office building, sandwiched between two other large buildings. The place looked neglected; however, it had a sign with the address marked on it, next to a sun-faded LockPick poster stuck to the door, and next to that was another poster that read “nail salon.” Now that you remembered, the address specified “2nd floor.”
Next to the door was a panel with buttons to call different floors.
Waiting by the door, you see that there’s also a girl there. She had two-toned hair—black and white—and was wearing the uniform of a school you didn’t recognize: a gray shirt and a brown skirt. In addition to a backpack, she was also carrying a purse. She was tapping her foot impatiently while checking the time on her... pocket watch? It was quite old-fashioned, it must be said.
https://youtu.be/k8PjJ7UuxEk▶"Huh?" She notices you as you approach—inevitably, you weren’t going to just stand there waiting in the middle of the street. "Hi... Heroic Internships?"
Were you that easy to read? Was it because of the uniform?implying, or because of the limited number of reasons someone would come to this place at this hour? Maybe it was because you were more covered up than an Islamic woman, and she recognized you from TV after putting two and two together.
(https://youtu.be/85blxTtLmU0
▶ )
A buzzing sound is heard; the door’s magnetic mechanism gives way and lets them through.
"Finally! I’ve been waiting two minutes and 32 seconds," she mutters to herself, and they can enter.
The door opened onto a short hallway; at the end of it was an elevator, and to one side were double doors with large windows—the aforementioned "nail salon." But the elevator, which was just what you needed, was a bit small—just enough so that you and the girl were uncomfortably close to each other, yet without invading each other’s personal space.
They press the button for the second floor; the elevator creaks, but despite moving at a good pace, you can tell it’s straining and that its gears are about to give out.
The elevator stops and opens onto a small lobby; to the right was the janitor’s closet, and straight ahead was the famed “Heroic Agency: LockPick.” You can hear an argument going on inside.
The girl looks at you hesitantly before taking a step forward and ringing the bell.
“Come in, it’s open!” It was Lock Pick’s voice.
You step inside and there you see the hero arguing with a petite woman in glasses and office attire.
“Oh no, Ganosuke, you’re not going to dodge this conversation!” the woman complains. “We’re falling apart, we have no one, we need fresh blood.”
The hero runs his hand over his face, annoyed by her attitude.
“UA or no UA, bringing in a girl who got beaten up in the first round isn’t the marketing move that’s going to get us out of this mess.”
Ganosuke sighs. “Are you done?”
“Huh?” The woman finally notices your presence and that of the other girl. “Oh.”
“Are we interrupting something?” the girl asks, raising an eyebrow.
“Nothing, we’re done.”
"..." The woman falls silent, looking embarrassed.
Ganosuke points at you and then at the girl. "Tanaka Hanan, this is Amelia Owens." Now he points at the girl and then at you. "Amelia Owens, this is Tanaka Hanan."
“That explains the conservative outfit—I saw you on TV,” Amelia remarks. “Nice to meet you. I’m from Ketsubutsu Academy; it’s over in Fukushima.”
Ganosuke: "You’ve already met my assistant; she’s Ena."
"‘Classmate,’" Ena corrects him. "And… um, sorry for what I said earlier, kid," she apologizes to you.
...
"For lack of a better introduction, welcome to our humble agency," says Ganosuke with a sarcastic tone.
The room looked like a break room; there was an armchair, a table with plastic chairs, a breakfast bar next to a cupboard, an oven, a microwave, a refrigerator, etc.
"The bathrooms are on the left, the dressing rooms are in the back, and the office is on the right," he points out and explains. "If you have any questions, save them for now. First, go change, then I’ll explain how things will work."
https://youtu.be/RAzCsKkIP_Q
▶>...Several days had passed since the festival, since you were transferred to the Hero Course and Class A, and also since that incident with Sarah and Abel.
Just as you’d imagined, you hadn’t received any offers from any hero agencies; if it weren’t for LockPick, you would have been stuck, or you would have had to rely on the UA itself to take pity on you and find you an agency. When the time came, you picked up the phone and accepted the offer; the day was already set.
This was the opportunity you needed, and you weren’t going to waste it. At dawn, you took the train to leave Shizuoka Prefecture, where the UA was located, and head to neighboring Aichi. Your destination was the capital, Nagoya. The day before, you’d picked up your hero suit at the UA—this was the perfect chance to break it in.
The trip went smoothly, though once you got off and started walking toward the location, you realized something: this didn’t seem like a very safe part of the city.
The further you walked, the worse it got—there was more trash, the buildings were starting to look run-down, and there were suspicious-looking people hanging around. At least the day was nice, with a blue sky and few clouds… though they said it would get cloudy later.
After a while, you arrived at the place: a small three-story office building, sandwiched between two other large buildings. The place looked neglected; however, it had a sign with the address marked on it, next to a sun-faded LockPick poster stuck to the door, and next to that was another poster that read “nail salon.” Now that you remembered, the address specified “2nd floor.”
Next to the door was a panel with buttons to call different floors.
Waiting by the door, you see that there’s also a girl there. She had two-toned hair—black and white—and was wearing the uniform of a school you didn’t recognize: a gray shirt and a brown skirt. In addition to a backpack, she was also carrying a purse. She was tapping her foot impatiently while checking the time on her... pocket watch? It was quite old-fashioned, it must be said.
https://youtu.be/k8PjJ7UuxEk
▶"Huh?" She notices you as you approach—inevitably, you weren’t going to just stand there waiting in the middle of the street. "Hi... Heroic Internships?"Were you that easy to read? Was it because of the uniform?implying, or because of the limited number of reasons someone would come to this place at this hour? Maybe it was because you were more covered up than an Islamic woman, and she recognized you from TV after putting two and two together.
(https://youtu.be/85blxTtLmU0
▶ )A buzzing sound is heard; the door’s magnetic mechanism gives way and lets them through.
"Finally! I’ve been waiting two minutes and 32 seconds," she mutters to herself, and they can enter.
The door opened onto a short hallway; at the end of it was an elevator, and to one side were double doors with large windows—the aforementioned "nail salon." But the elevator, which was just what you needed, was a bit small—just enough so that you and the girl were uncomfortably close to each other, yet without invading each other’s personal space.
They press the button for the second floor; the elevator creaks, but despite moving at a good pace, you can tell it’s straining and that its gears are about to give out.
The elevator stops and opens onto a small lobby; to the right was the janitor’s closet, and straight ahead was the famed “Heroic Agency: LockPick.” You can hear an argument going on inside.
The girl looks at you hesitantly before taking a step forward and ringing the bell.
“Come in, it’s open!” It was Lock Pick’s voice.
You step inside and there you see the hero arguing with a petite woman in glasses and office attire.
“Oh no, Ganosuke, you’re not going to dodge this conversation!” the woman complains. “We’re falling apart, we have no one, we need fresh blood.”
The hero runs his hand over his face, annoyed by her attitude.
“UA or no UA, bringing in a girl who got beaten up in the first round isn’t the marketing move that’s going to get us out of this mess.”
Ganosuke sighs. “Are you done?”
“Huh?” The woman finally notices your presence and that of the other girl. “Oh.”
“Are we interrupting something?” the girl asks, raising an eyebrow.
“Nothing, we’re done.”
"..." The woman falls silent, looking embarrassed.
Ganosuke points at you and then at the girl. "Tanaka Hanan, this is Amelia Owens." Now he points at the girl and then at you. "Amelia Owens, this is Tanaka Hanan."
“That explains the conservative outfit—I saw you on TV,” Amelia remarks. “Nice to meet you. I’m from Ketsubutsu Academy; it’s over in Fukushima.”
Ganosuke: "You’ve already met my assistant; she’s Ena."
"‘Classmate,’" Ena corrects him. "And… um, sorry for what I said earlier, kid," she apologizes to you.
...
"For lack of a better introduction, welcome to our humble agency," says Ganosuke with a sarcastic tone.
The room looked like a break room; there was an armchair, a table with plastic chairs, a breakfast bar next to a cupboard, an oven, a microwave, a refrigerator, etc.
"The bathrooms are on the left, the dressing rooms are in the back, and the office is on the right," he points out and explains. "If you have any questions, save them for now. First, go change, then I’ll explain how things will work."
<Alpyr
https://youtu.be/RAzCsKkIP_Q▶>...
It had been several days since the sports festival ended, and boy did you notice it—winning first place had its perks. You’d received hundreds, hundreds of offers! from multiple agencies that wanted you on their team; everyone wanted your image and was looking to capitalize on your potential.
With so many options, it was a bit difficult to decide; fortunately, your trusted teachers were there to help you and filter out the bad options from the good ones.
In the end, they had opted for something that, in Cornelia’s own words, “is a friend of mine; it will suit your style.”
You looked into the Red String agency, owned by the heroine of the same name, and were surprised—you didn’t think there was any hero with more attention-seeking tendencies and behavioral issues than Cornelia, but here was this peculiar individual, who was quite famous for getting beaten up time and time again by villains, and yet always emerged victorious despite ultimately being known as a complete nutcase, immature, and openly a danger to the public and society...Was Cornelia perhaps trying to tell you that you were autistic in some subtle way?
This little trip didn’t take you long; you took the train from UA City to the area near the coast. The sea breeze was strong and the weather was humid; there were several clouds in the sky, and it looked like it would get even grayer in the afternoon.
With your hero suit packed and ready to be put on, you walk through the streets for a while until you reach the place. If it weren’t for the signs, banners, and other advertising, the building would pass for just any office building.
You entered the lobby, where a receptionist greeted you and announced your arrival. Five seconds later, you heard a very faint poof.
“Just in time, girl.” You turn around and see a guy? A redhead. Before you can say anything, he grabs your shoulder, and before you know it—
poof
You’re somewhere else. Teleportation? You’re left with a sour taste in your mouth.
"Welcome, Gaya-san," the redhead says. Now that you can see him clearly, he looks somewhat familiar... he had been commenting on the tournament alongside Shimosuke, and as far as you recall, he was a woman. "Make yourself at home."
https://youtu.be/VLTTNzkjWhs
▶You see absolute chaos; you see a few people at a row of desks talking heatedly on the phone.
"Your son will be fine, sir, just take him to therapy. / Well, maybe you shouldn’t have parked your car in a spot so easy to wreck! / No one got hurt—what’s a little 20 million in collateral damage? /If you have any complaints, please refer to our email complaint box/No, you’re the incompetent one, Steve!"
It looked like Wall Street stockbrokers in the ’80s, the way they talked so much and rushed from call to call.
"I'm Ayumi Ryushi, Particle to the villains. Follow me, I'll take you to the boss." She leads the way to the back of the room. "All of those are our interns; they handle all the boring paperwork."
The level of professionalism was surprising. They walk through a door into another room.
"Why did you drink my juice? It had my name on it!" one shouts.
"I was thirsty!" another replies.
You see two guys arguing, and they look like they’re about to come to blows; they butt heads like bulls.
“Calm down, it’s just some stupid juice!”
“Easy for you to say—it wasn’t your juice!” A third person tries to interrupt the fight.
This other room looked like a crossroads; there were two hallways on either side, and in front, a door with a plaque that read "Supreme Overlord Boss: Red String." Half the text was written in permanent marker on the glass of the door—it didn’t all fit on the plaque.
"Hey, hey, you two, go fight outside—you’re going to stain the carpet again!"
Ayumi scolds them. With a flick of her fingers, two small purple lights, like fireflies, appear next to the two of them, and when she touches them, they vanish. She shakes her hands, satisfied with her work
"Don’t worry, I just sent them up to the ceiling to sort out their problem. Over there on the right is our little gym and showers, and also a staircase to the upper floor where the dorms are; on the left we have the kitchen and the living room," she explains. "And here’s our destination."
She steps forward and opens the door. “Hey, boss, I brought your other intern!”
It was an ordinary office…except that it was a total mess, with piles and piles of papers stacked up to the ceiling, covered in dust, with bullet holes in the walls, knives stuck in the ceiling, and a dartboard with darts stuck all around the bullseye.
"Wiiii~~"
The woman was kneeling on the chair, spinning around like a little girl, then she stops and takes a leap, does three flips in the air, and lands in front of you.
She had two long braids, blood-red eyes, glasses, and a tongue so long it hung out of her mouth. She looked quite young despite theoretically being in her 30s like Cornelia; she seemed more like she was in her early 20s.
"Welcome, champ! Come on, sit down. Cornelia already told me all about you, you little minx."
She pulls out a chair for you to sit in, while she places a hand on her desk and pushes herself up onto it, knocking over a pile of papers, a cup containing some strange liquid, and an acrylic figurine of Cornelia that looked like it had been glued back together hundreds of times before breaking again right at that moment.
"Red String at your service." She pointed at herself with her thumb like the owner of the internet café and rested her feet on the desk. "But you can call me Jacky, with a 'y.' We’re on a first-name basis here, you know? I’m here to show you the way and you’re here to learn, so we have to trust each other—trust me like you’d trust a one-eyed woman, okay?” She talked a lot; she didn’t let you t
https://youtu.be/RAzCsKkIP_Q
▶>...It had been several days since the sports festival ended, and boy did you notice it—winning first place had its perks. You’d received hundreds, hundreds of offers! from multiple agencies that wanted you on their team; everyone wanted your image and was looking to capitalize on your potential.
With so many options, it was a bit difficult to decide; fortunately, your trusted teachers were there to help you and filter out the bad options from the good ones.
In the end, they had opted for something that, in Cornelia’s own words, “is a friend of mine; it will suit your style.”
You looked into the Red String agency, owned by the heroine of the same name, and were surprised—you didn’t think there was any hero with more attention-seeking tendencies and behavioral issues than Cornelia, but here was this peculiar individual, who was quite famous for getting beaten up time and time again by villains, and yet always emerged victorious despite ultimately being known as a complete nutcase, immature, and openly a danger to the public and society...Was Cornelia perhaps trying to tell you that you were autistic in some subtle way?
This little trip didn’t take you long; you took the train from UA City to the area near the coast. The sea breeze was strong and the weather was humid; there were several clouds in the sky, and it looked like it would get even grayer in the afternoon.
With your hero suit packed and ready to be put on, you walk through the streets for a while until you reach the place. If it weren’t for the signs, banners, and other advertising, the building would pass for just any office building.
You entered the lobby, where a receptionist greeted you and announced your arrival. Five seconds later, you heard a very faint poof.
“Just in time, girl.” You turn around and see a guy? A redhead. Before you can say anything, he grabs your shoulder, and before you know it—
poof
You’re somewhere else. Teleportation? You’re left with a sour taste in your mouth.
"Welcome, Gaya-san," the redhead says. Now that you can see him clearly, he looks somewhat familiar... he had been commenting on the tournament alongside Shimosuke, and as far as you recall, he was a woman. "Make yourself at home."
https://youtu.be/VLTTNzkjWhs
▶You see absolute chaos; you see a few people at a row of desks talking heatedly on the phone."Your son will be fine, sir, just take him to therapy. / Well, maybe you shouldn’t have parked your car in a spot so easy to wreck! / No one got hurt—what’s a little 20 million in collateral damage? /If you have any complaints, please refer to our email complaint box/No, you’re the incompetent one, Steve!"
It looked like Wall Street stockbrokers in the ’80s, the way they talked so much and rushed from call to call.
"I'm Ayumi Ryushi, Particle to the villains. Follow me, I'll take you to the boss." She leads the way to the back of the room. "All of those are our interns; they handle all the boring paperwork."
The level of professionalism was surprising. They walk through a door into another room.
"Why did you drink my juice? It had my name on it!" one shouts.
"I was thirsty!" another replies.
You see two guys arguing, and they look like they’re about to come to blows; they butt heads like bulls.
“Calm down, it’s just some stupid juice!”
“Easy for you to say—it wasn’t your juice!” A third person tries to interrupt the fight.
This other room looked like a crossroads; there were two hallways on either side, and in front, a door with a plaque that read "Supreme Overlord Boss: Red String." Half the text was written in permanent marker on the glass of the door—it didn’t all fit on the plaque.
"Hey, hey, you two, go fight outside—you’re going to stain the carpet again!"
Ayumi scolds them. With a flick of her fingers, two small purple lights, like fireflies, appear next to the two of them, and when she touches them, they vanish. She shakes her hands, satisfied with her work
"Don’t worry, I just sent them up to the ceiling to sort out their problem. Over there on the right is our little gym and showers, and also a staircase to the upper floor where the dorms are; on the left we have the kitchen and the living room," she explains. "And here’s our destination."
She steps forward and opens the door. “Hey, boss, I brought your other intern!”
It was an ordinary office…except that it was a total mess, with piles and piles of papers stacked up to the ceiling, covered in dust, with bullet holes in the walls, knives stuck in the ceiling, and a dartboard with darts stuck all around the bullseye.
"Wiiii~~"
The woman was kneeling on the chair, spinning around like a little girl, then she stops and takes a leap, does three flips in the air, and lands in front of you.
She had two long braids, blood-red eyes, glasses, and a tongue so long it hung out of her mouth. She looked quite young despite theoretically being in her 30s like Cornelia; she seemed more like she was in her early 20s.
"Welcome, champ! Come on, sit down. Cornelia already told me all about you, you little minx."
She pulls out a chair for you to sit in, while she places a hand on her desk and pushes herself up onto it, knocking over a pile of papers, a cup containing some strange liquid, and an acrylic figurine of Cornelia that looked like it had been glued back together hundreds of times before breaking again right at that moment.
"Red String at your service." She pointed at herself with her thumb like the owner of the internet café and rested her feet on the desk. "But you can call me Jacky, with a 'y.' We’re on a first-name basis here, you know? I’m here to show you the way and you’re here to learn, so we have to trust each other—trust me like you’d trust a one-eyed woman, okay?” She talked a lot; she didn’t let you t
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"You've already met Ayumi," Jacky continues. Ayumi is standing in the doorway and waves. "She's my second-in-command, my peanut butter to my jelly, my french fries to my Coke. Trust her as much as you trust me."
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"You got here on time, but your partner here arrived two hours early. The weirdo—or weirdo, I’m not sure—was already waiting when we came to open up."
Who? Just by glancing to your side, you see there was someone else sitting there. Jacky was so eccentric that she stole all the attention.
“Hello.”
You couldn’t tell if it was a boy or a girl at first glance; they had waited for you to notice their presence before speaking. They had red eyes and white hair, a slender build, and you could see scar tissue on their throat and wrists. They were wearing a school uniform with a blue jacket and a beige skirt.
"I’m Motomu, Motomu Himura. I’m from Isamu School."
Isamu… you weren’t very familiar with the other hero schools, but you thought you’d heard something about Isamu from your senpais. If UA was the best school of all… Isamu was the worst. With no budget or proper equipment, rock-bottom grade averages, and a reputation as a dumping ground for troublemakers, it was full of delinquents and terrible students, producing so few heroes that people no longer considered it a hero school.
"I saw you on TV, I'm a fan of yours, I was on the edge of my seat watching the battles. I think you did great—the way you completely changed the script after barely qualifying to end up in first place, it was like something out of an anime, hehehe."
His voice was dry and raspy; he needed to drink some water.
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"You've already met Ayumi," Jacky continues. Ayumi is standing in the doorway and waves. "She's my second-in-command, my peanut butter to my jelly, my french fries to my Coke. Trust her as much as you trust me."
...
"You got here on time, but your partner here arrived two hours early. The weirdo—or weirdo, I’m not sure—was already waiting when we came to open up."
Who? Just by glancing to your side, you see there was someone else sitting there. Jacky was so eccentric that she stole all the attention.
“Hello.”
You couldn’t tell if it was a boy or a girl at first glance; they had waited for you to notice their presence before speaking. They had red eyes and white hair, a slender build, and you could see scar tissue on their throat and wrists. They were wearing a school uniform with a blue jacket and a beige skirt.
"I’m Motomu, Motomu Himura. I’m from Isamu School."
Isamu… you weren’t very familiar with the other hero schools, but you thought you’d heard something about Isamu from your senpais. If UA was the best school of all… Isamu was the worst. With no budget or proper equipment, rock-bottom grade averages, and a reputation as a dumping ground for troublemakers, it was full of delinquents and terrible students, producing so few heroes that people no longer considered it a hero school.
"I saw you on TV, I'm a fan of yours, I was on the edge of my seat watching the battles. I think you did great—the way you completely changed the script after barely qualifying to end up in first place, it was like something out of an anime, hehehe."
His voice was dry and raspy; he needed to drink some water.
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