Merry Christmas!
Well...imagine if a gang member gotten their hands on all might power? Or Lung. That would be really really bad. Even still, a normal person getting the power might not even become a cape because of the lack of conflict drive that normal metahumans get.
Greg will get the desire to become a "Symbol of Peace" as SV wants it cause Worm really really really needs it. Greg isn't the best choice for getting All Might but he was the one who got it. Someone like Dauntless would have been better but eh. So long as a "Symbol of Peace" is created, that would be the best.
Jumping in on this, Greg is basically a good person. Weird, sure, but lots of people who don't get much social interaction are a little weird. The point is that when given great power, Greg isn't the kind of guy who'd think of knocking over a convenience store with it. Grind his social stat higher, throw in a touch of wisdom and tact, and he'll be a great super hero.
I see.
I suppose, outside of the confines of authorial fiat, that
is rather lucky. He ended up with someone who's... pretty much a more cowardly Midoriya, who never really
had any real dreams of being a hero because, well, he had next to no chance of getting superpowers.
But yeah, now he does, all you lot need to do is beat him into the shape of a real human bean, and maybe,
just maybe he can do it.
Assuming he can keep his foot out his mouth for longer than the time it takes to put the other one in.
Anyway, I have a promise to keep.
... For anyone not living on Greenwich Mean Time.
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As you lay in your bed, this time appropriately dressed for sleep, you reflect on your day.
You gained powers, you learned how to use them, your sister knows and is fine with them, you had a good burger at Fugly Bobs, only barely managed to not talk about hero names with your sister while you ate, you should probably get around to that, got home, got everything but your World Studies class project done...
We can work on that together, tomorrow, after you go to bed.
It's been a good Saturday. better than staying cooped up in your room all day, you suppose.
Still, it's time for you to sleep. You have been up since- four to twelve is eight, twelve plus ten is 18- eighteen and a half hours.
Yes. Sleep is good. You should sleep. Please sleep.
Christ. No wonder you're tired.
Please go the fuck to sleep.
So, you just... lay your head down... and go... to...
...?
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You awaken in a land of mist.
All there is around you is a thick, white mist, curling and folding around itself. The floor is clouded glass, making it difficult to tell where your perception begins and the mist ends. Combined with the nonexistent ceiling, and you're left feeling much like you did when you first triggered. You decide to stay still, just for safety's sake.
Um. Well ok then. Normally your dreams involve either lobster people ruling the world or something so mundane that you're genuinely confused when you wake up, but... this is nice, you suppose.
The only break in the fog is a figure in the distance. Short, stick thin, angular, you almost mistake it for some kind of mannequin or scarecrow first, but then it
speaks.
"Come closer, young Veder. Don't worry, the ground is solid." It calls out, its voice deep, gravelly, masculine, with a tiny underlying tone of pain in every syllable.
... Um.
You're not... terribly inclined to follow weird voices.
... But this is all a dream, right? It's not like you're gonna get hurt or anything. Right?
Newfound confidence in mind, you take a step forward, your foot cold against the glass underneath, and find it just as solid as the last patch you stood on. You tiptoe over to the figure, the sudden snort of laughter from them echoing about and almost giving you a heart attack, but soon you make it close enough to see who called you.
He's about as tall as you, 5'11, maybe six foot, and you realise that your first impressions of his body weren't entirely inaccurate.
He's...
corpselike. There's barely anything on his bones but skin and a smattering of incredibly lean muscle, the baggy cargo pants and t-shirt almost hanging off what little frame there is to hang off of. His face is almost triangular, his mouth wide, nearly going from cheek to cheek, his hair is long, blond, messy, almost... almost like your own.
But what strikes you the hardest is his eyes. They almost
glow blue from deep in his eye sockets, almost pinning you in place with the sheer will leaking from them.
"Uh..." You begin. "Who... are you?" You ask,
fully aware this is a dream, he's just a dream, you shouldn't ask that to someone in your dream but you did anyway.
The man looks somewhat thoughtful for a moment, resting his hand on his chin for a moment.
"Hm... could I- I don't see why not." He says to himself, before growing silent, and eventually nodding.
"Well... how do I put this- you know what happens when you transform?"
You nod dumbly, unsure where he's going with this.
He takes a moment, breathing in and tensing up, and you watch as he
grows in front of you, muscle adding onto muscle, filling out his frame, his very face changing, the light in his eyes winking out-
You're face to pecs with your transformed self, and this time there's no mirror.
"Hello. My name is Toshinori Yagi. Or, as people used to know me... All Might."
...
Bwuh?
[] What.
[] Whaaaaat.
[] Whaaaaaaaaaaat.
[] Variety is the spice of life- Who?
[] Well don't just stand there staring at him with that slack jaw and those bleary cow eyes, snap out of it and ask him something you gormless git!
- []... What? Like, not 'ask him what,' but, what are you gonna ask him? (Write-in) SAY WHAT AGAIN, I DARE YOU, I DOUBLE DARE YOU MOTHERFUCKER-
, oh and for the record I didn't vote for that name 
