Our Hero Academia: Plus

[Khawy]

'It wasn't a bad call,' Emi thought as she stopped her approach. Her opponent didn't have the stopping power to really inhibit her, so her best bet was to blind and grapple. With the information available, it was the best call she could make.

But assumptions were costly.

Emi turned to her right and moved, a thunderclap echoing through the forest as Emi cleared the remaining distance between her and the enemy. From the other girl's side, she delivered a jab to her right temple before she could respond, followed by a left hook to the liver accompanied by the familiar sound of bone breaking. She knew firsthand how debilitating a hit like that could be, even with her Quirk, but you could never be too sure. She finished the combination with a low kick to knock her off balance before grabbing the back of her neck and pushing her face-first into the dirt.

"At least one rib over your liver is broken," Emi informed her, "and trying to move could tear it open. Stay down and Recovery Girl will probably have you home in time for supper, try to stand and you might bleed out before she can get to you. She'll have at least one, probably two, maybe three patients to deal with on this site alone. That's nine altogether if things go the same way in the other matches, and it wouldn't be very heroic of you to take attention away from someone that might really need it." Emi rose, starting back towards the base. "But that's just my opinion. You're supposed to be the 'hero' in this exercise," she snapped.

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"Alright Smokestack," Emi whispered into the mic clipped to her collar, "we're up two to one. Tell me you have eyes on the package or the last hostile."

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The downed girl glared at her opponent with the might of a thousand suns. Dammit, all those training, all those years of hard work, all went down the drain in one single moment. Fuck this bitch and the high horse she rode on. She will fucking pay for ruining everything! Go fucking die in a fire you bitch!

"You are so nice." Kin coughed. A splatter of blood hit the dirty ground. "To know that someone cares for my safety is pretty heartwarming." She turned over, and with all the strength she had left, threw the tape into the air. One of the many airborne paper bullets caught it in the air, a bullet on each end. Racing to catch that fucking bitch off-guard and tie her like the pig that she was.

Veins popping up even more, pain blossoming in her head.

Fuck. The headache was creeping in.

"Please, get caught in the tape and lose for me. It hurts talking like this."

 

[Legend of Ruina]

Hiro straightens up, avoiding the looping capturing tape by sheer bulk, and sat on his foe's chest with Johnathan's head between his legs. He's on a front mount position, an advantageous grappling position by any measure.

"Better give up, pretty boy, I'm not in the habit of ruining a friend's face." Hiro said, his voice dark and cold, uncharacteristic of the jovial giant. He must have been pretty crossed at the loss of his workpiece. Squeezing the boy's head between his knees, Hiro accentuated his point by clicking his tongue, the loud 'Pop!' illustrating a rather violent imagery.

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Seems his foe was rather put out over the destruction of whatever it was that went crunch. And was a good deal better at grappling than Johnathan. Honestly Johnathan was a bit used to this, Diego was generally his better at fighting in general, not to mention the occasional "misunderstanding" that occurred. And grappling was an easy and obvious way to largely circumvent the defensive qualities of his quirk. In the end as a brawler Johnathan was once more badly outmatched. His rush to try to take his foe down left him badly vulnerable.

Luckily Johnathan was used to fighting opponents who knew how to circumvent his quirk and were better fighters than him. And so he had requested a single item integrated into his costume, a simple taser concealed as a belt buckle that could be activated with minimal effort. Where a grapple would previously mean a sure defeat for him, with this tool he could prevent that. Flexing his abdominal muscles in the right way to activate it Johnathan cries out "I am sorry, but I can not afford to let my allies down. Golden Lightning Overdrive!" As the taser discharges into Johnathan he uses his quirk, amplifying the electricity and creating a burst of it right where his foe is sitting on him. It shouldn't be strong enough to do significant damage, but it would likely break his foe's ability to maintain his hold.

 

[TurtleDucks]

"Erm... right! Don't go towards the crazy window lady," Sakae whispered into the communicator, her gaze lingering for another few moments on the girl who'd leapt out the window. It looked like she was speaking. Were her teammates close by? If they were Sakae couldn't see them from her perch, it seemed she would have to press further to get a better vantage point.

"I'm moving away from the wall guys, more towards the center of the factory floor. I want to see if I can't spot her friends."

Sakae bent herself upwards so that her 'arm' tentacles could reach the ceiling. She proceeded to crawl herself towards the villain girl's position, upside down and on all fours, one sticky limb at a time. When she was about halfway out towards the wall opposite from where her team had entered she was able to see over the tops of many of the towering piles of junk that dominated the factory floor. Her new position was more exposed, but hopefully she'd get lucky and no one would look up.

"Let's see~. We've got window girl over there..." Sakae muttered to herself, eyeing the position where the red costumed girl had landed, "So where are the others..." She began to scan up and down the winding, maze like corridors of scrap metal. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing... Wait a second. Were some of the junk piles moving? Some of them looked unstable, like they would fall down easily if given the right motivation. And standing at the base of one of those unstable towers...

"Ahah! Setsuna-chan,Itsuki-kun, I've spotted another of the villains. I think it might be that quirky boy with the muzzle? He's kind of near the center of the junk pile. Be careful if you go that way, it looks like he's been undermining the piles to make them fall..."

"I still can't see the other one, though. And no sign of the objective either. Think I should go further in?"

 

[Lichte]

The downed girl glared at her opponent with the might of a thousand suns. Dammit, all those training, all those years of hard work, all went down the drain in one single moment. Fuck this bitch and the high horse she rode on. She will fucking pay for ruining everything! Go fucking die in a fire you bitch!

"You are so nice." Kin coughed. A splatter of blood hit the dirty ground. "To know that someone cares for my safety is pretty heartwarming." She turned over, and with all the strength she had left, threw the tape into the air. One of the many airborne paper bullets caught it in the air, a bullet on each end. Racing to catch that fucking bitch off-guard and tie her like the pig that she was.

Veins popping up even more, pain blossoming in her head.

Fuck. The headache was creeping in.

"Please, get caught in the tape and lose for me. It hurts talking like this."

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Emi didn't notice the improvised projectile, not until it hit home. The tape struck her back, the ends swinging forward to encircle her. 'Clever girl,' she thought. Had her opponent done this from the start, she probably would have won.

But now, Emi was committed to the win. She refused to be brought low by some tape and a pair of glorified spitballs. Again, a thunderclap echoed from where Emi stood, a blur of black and white flinging itself into the treeline to meet a third thunderous roar. Where the girl had stood only a moment ago, a white leather jacket encircled by a strip of tape dropped to the ground.

A few dozen meters away, ears ringing too loudly to hear her own breath and eyes ready to pop, Emi fell against a tree and cursed under her breath as the bark dug into her arm. Moving like that too many times in a row would be the death of her, she was sure. After a few precious moments to steady her breathing she charged for the cabin, arms exposed by a black tanktop and bare feet slapping against the grass.

 

[Wizard_Marshall]

He turned to Miss Setsuna. "Um...I...I'm good at hitting things and launching things...it...it's just usually too dangerous to use." He flushed. "I usually end up using it on...um..."

He ducked. "joints...and such. Close combat, since when I launch things...they go...through their target..."

"It...cripples people...sometimes...bones aren't meant to bend some ways..."

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"That's true, but it sounds pretty useful combat-wise," Setsuna said, trying to be reassuring. The snow-haired girl could remember a time when she was shy about using her Quirk in combat; her mother had beaten that sentiment out of her during training. She thought of things she could say to Itsuki-chan to cheer her up. Setsuna didn't really have much practice with these things. Sure, she had friends, but she'd learned early on that her standards were skewed from her upbringing. For example, little things like insects and bloodshed freaked out her friends but didn't bother her. So, the young girl learned to filter her words, most of which weren't suitable for her friends who hadn't grown up under a drill instructor for a mother. But she shouldn't have to worry with Itsuki-chan right? They came from the same world, kind of. The super-scene was a pretty violent place after all.

"Don't worry. I'm sure the academy has the best doctors in the world." Since the school accepted Itsuki-chan, they must've taken her power into consideration, right?

Since Itsuki-chan still seemed depressed, Setsuna tried to think up something else. She was never really good with words. Then it came to her! When she was feeling anxious, Minami-chan, her best friend since middle school, would hold Setsuna's hand to calm her down. Maybe that would work here? Setsuna nervously reached out for Itsuki-chan's hand; it was a little bigger than her own and warm even through Setsuna's gloves. Good thing Itsuki-chan was a girl; Setsuna never would've had the courage to hold a boy's hand. "It'll be okay."

She tried giving her an encouraging smile on reflex before remembering she had a full face mask on. There goes that plan.

The factory grew more cramped as they went further in, causing Setsuna to slow her advance and chance the tint of her metal blob. It wasn't invisibility, but this pseudo-camouflage was better than shining a reflective light heralding their approach.

"Erm... right! Don't go towards the crazy window lady," Sakae whispered into the communicator, her gaze lingering for another few moments on the girl who'd leapt out the window. It looked like she was speaking. Were her teammates close by? If they were Sakae couldn't see them from her perch, it seemed she would have to press further to get a better vantage point.

Click to shrink...

Setsuna heard the sound before she saw the source. Her reflexes kicked in, leading her to push Itsuki-chan into a small alcove of machinery to hide their presence. With her svelte form sardined against her teammate's body, Setsuna used her metal to create a poor mirror for peeking around the corner. She thought she saw a brief flash of someone but then they were gone.

"I'm moving away from the wall guys, more towards the center of the factory floor. I want to see if I can't spot her friends."

Sakae bent herself upwards so that her 'arm' tentacles could reach the ceiling. She proceeded to crawl herself towards the villain girl's position, upside down and on all fours, one sticky limb at a time. When she was about halfway out towards the wall opposite from where her team had entered she was able to see over the tops of many of the towering piles of junk that dominated the factory floor. Her new position was more exposed, but hopefully she'd get lucky and no one would look up.

"Let's see~. We've got window girl over there..." Sakae muttered to herself, eyeing the position where the red costumed girl had landed, "So where are the others..." She began to scan up and down the winding, maze like corridors of scrap metal. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing... Wait a second. Were some of the junk piles moving? Some of them looked unstable, like they would fall down easily if given the right motivation. And standing at the base of one of those unstable towers...

"Ahah! Setsuna-chan,Itsuki-kun, I've spotted another of the villains. I think it might be that quirky boy with the muzzle? He's kind of near the center of the junk pile. Be careful if you go that way, it looks like he's been undermining the piles to make them fall..."

"I still can't see the other one, though. And no sign of the objective either. Think I should go further in?"

Click to shrink...

That sounded dangerous, but Ooze-san seemed confident. Perhaps they should let her? Setsuna turned to Itsuki-chan and suddenly realized their close proximity. For a moment, she admired the pretty shade of her teammate's eyes before backing away. Thankfully, her blob stabilized her footing and her mask hid her embarrassment, reinforcing the idea that she should never take it off, even if it was a little stuffy.

"Uh, what do you think, Itsuki-chan?" Setsuna could comfortably admit to herself that she didn't like to make decisions for the group, so she wasn't ashamed about passing the buck the Itsuki-chan.

 

[ApocalypticFish]

@Hadiz
Yamai watched the proceedings with a grin on her face.

"Wow, they don't screw around! Still, that wasn't the best move, mister Villain!" So saying, she turned to the only member of the enemy team still on the rooftop.

Now that she had dropped Mister Dead Weight, Yamai was ready to get in a tussle herself. But why do that, when she can just...

Angling her body towards the last boy, she shot forward at incredible speed, then threw both her hands in front of her a few feet before colliding with him, stopping her momentum and locking herself in place with an intense blast of air-

Air that then slammed into the electrokinetic faux-Villain with enough force to knock him flat on his ass. A few moments later, the continuing stream reversed her momentum, and she flew off directly towards the payload, aiming to bring this game to its end.

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Going from the sounds. She's either gonna finish the job or go for the payload.

Pointing a hand forward and the other in the payload.

Thanks Dad for being the practice dummy. I and Mom appreciate it. Really I am sorry I have to make you go through them again.

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@Joebobjoe @Luxicato @Hadiz
@Azrael @Aodyssey @God and the Snake

--Obscured by the dust and having just been knocked around, the electricity barely missed Yamai.

A few moments later, the floating girl pressed her hand against the objective. The game ended, a bell ring echoing through the fighting area.

The principal said, "That was a good plan they came up with. Having one of them race up the stairs, and then having the other two fly in and use the resulting debris as cover for the more movement-capable of them to reach the payload was probably one of the fastest ways they could have done it."

Eraserhead said, "Their consideration that the enemy might have some quirk that allowed them to enter in from an alternate location was one that, while intelligent, should have been expanded into a counter-plan of some sort. For instance, having the consistently longer-ranged one scout off the roof, or moving the payload into the building, where it would be better protected."

Medics arrived on the scene, and began treating those injured.

 

[Bladestar123]

"Erm... right! Don't go towards the crazy window lady," Sakae whispered into the communicator, her gaze lingering for another few moments on the girl who'd leapt out the window. It looked like she was speaking. Were her teammates close by? If they were Sakae couldn't see them from her perch, it seemed she would have to press further to get a better vantage point.
"I'm moving away from the wall guys, more towards the center of the factory floor. I want to see if I can't spot her friends."
Sakae bent herself upwards so that her 'arm' tentacles could reach the ceiling. She proceeded to crawl herself towards the villain girl's position, upside down and on all fours, one sticky limb at a time. When she was about halfway out towards the wall opposite from where her team had entered she was able to see over the tops of many of the towering piles of junk that dominated the factory floor. Her new position was more exposed, but hopefully she'd get lucky and no one would look up.
"Let's see~. We've got window girl over there..." Sakae muttered to herself, eyeing the position where the red costumed girl had landed, "So where are the others..." She began to scan up and down the winding, maze like corridors of scrap metal. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing... Wait a second. Were some of the junk piles moving? Some of them looked unstable, like they would fall down easily if given the right motivation. And standing at the base of one of those unstable towers...
"Ahah! Setsuna-chan,Itsuki-kun, I've spotted another of the villains. I think it might be that quirky boy with the muzzle? He's kind of near the center of the junk pile. Be careful if you go that way, it looks like he's been undermining the piles to make them fall..."
"I still can't see the other one, though. And no sign of the objective either. Think I should go further in?"

Click to shrink...

"That's true, but it sounds pretty useful combat-wise," Setsuna said, trying to be reassuring. The snow-haired girl could remember a time when she was shy about using her Quirk in combat; her mother had beaten that sentiment out of her during training. She thought of things she could say to Itsuki-chan to cheer her up. Setsuna didn't really have much practice with these things. Sure, she had friends, but she'd learned early on that her standards were skewed from her upbringing. For example, little things like insects and bloodshed freaked out her friends but didn't bother her. So, the young girl learned to filter her words, most of which weren't suitable for her friends who hadn't grown up under a drill instructor for a mother. But she shouldn't have to worry with Itsuki-chan right? They came from the same world, kind of. The super-scene was a pretty violent place after all.
"Don't worry. I'm sure the academy has the best doctors in the world." Since the school accepted Itsuki-chan, they must've taken her power into consideration, right?
Since Itsuki-chan still seemed depressed, Setsuna tried to think up something else. She was never really good with words. Then it came to her! When she was feeling anxious, Minami-chan, her best friend since middle school, would hold Setsuna's hand to calm her down. Maybe that would work here? Setsuna nervously reached out for Itsuki-chan's hand; it was a little bigger than her own and warm even through Setsuna's gloves. Good thing Itsuki-chan was a girl; Setsuna never would've had the courage to hold a boy's hand. "It'll be okay."
She tried giving her an encouraging smile on reflex before remembering she had a full face mask on. There goes that plan.
The factory grew more cramped as they went further in, causing Setsuna to slow her advance and chance the tint of her metal blob. It wasn't invisibility, but this pseudo-camouflage was better than shining a reflective light heralding their approach.
Setsuna heard the sound before she saw the source. Her reflexes kicked in, leading her to push Itsuki-chan into a small alcove of machinery to hide their presence. With her svelte form sardined against her teammate's body, Setsuna used her metal to create a poor mirror for peeking around the corner. She thought she saw a brief flash of someone but then they were gone.
That sounded dangerous, but Ooze-san seemed confident. Perhaps they should let her? Setsuna turned to Itsuki-chan and suddenly realized their close proximity. For a moment, she admired the pretty shade of her teammate's eyes before backing away. Thankfully, her blob stabilized her footing and her mask hid her embarrassment, reinforcing the idea that she should never take it off, even if it was a little stuffy.
"Uh, what do you think, Itsuki-chan?" Setsuna could comfortably admit to herself that she didn't like to make decisions for the group, so she wasn't ashamed about passing the buck the Itsuki-chan.

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Itsuki felt his stomach physically reach up and begin ramming his lungs up into his throat. He was sure he felt his carotid bulge, and all the oxygen in his body left in a long hiss through his teeth.

Mother always did say sweat made his eyes more fetching. Maybe she liked them?

He gave her a faint smile, the oxygen deprivation giving him more confidence than he had any right pretending to possess.

"It's very simple Miss Setsuna. Our opponent went to all that trouble for us, surely the least we could do is make sure he feels his work was validated."

His hand felt like a thing possessed - the back of his hand madly ached with repressed nerve twitching that he desperately fought to stave off.

"Have you played Jenga, Miss Setsuna? My mother loved the game. She loved to watch the tower fall."

His stomach felt bruised, the poor thing. It surely took effort to choke any semblance of rationality from his mind. He'd reward it later, it did quite a good job.

"Sometimes, she'd make me play with more than one, and try her best to time it, so that she won with all of them at the same time."

His other hand madly spasmed, and he felt the twisting ache clasp his hand, the mad rustling taking form about his fingers, he felt his hands lock in claws, the relief palpable.

He felt drunk. Is this why they called alcohol liquid courage? How wonderful, he'd have to do this agai - ah, he hadn't drunk a thing, how embarrassing. Shy shy shy shy shy, how terrible a mistake to make. No, this was surely the feel of drowning, wasn't it?

"She cheated. It worked. She laughed a lot. Fun times, but Mother taught me a lot."

He looked anxiously into her eyes. Mother said that eye contact was a good way to show genuineness-es-osity, and he'd hate for Miss Setsuna to think he wasn't genuine-ly-ous.

His other hand reached behind, and he let the ache go free, into the tower of rubbish behind him. The twist penetrated the tower behind him, and he held it tight with the firmness of a practiced hand. The tower bent, held fast to the gentle touch of his fingers, and twisted with a soft groan, the entire pile pulling up and over, pointed over his head. Yet he kept his eyes fastened earnestly to her face, hoping not to scare her. It was scary. Silence was scary too. It was, right? It scared him, the none-nothing-emptyness. It was really really scary, she'd be less scared if he spoke right? There was no reason to be scared.

"Are you good at Jenga Miss Setsuna? I've gotten pretty good. At making them fall. I can't win, but if I make the towers fall good, my mother laughs harder. So I got really good at making them fall. At making towers fall. There are a lot of towers fall, and there's a lot of things I can do with them. If I launch this tower, I can open a hole for you. Can you use that? The hole I mean, maybe not the tower. Or the tower too, though it'll fall apart soon."

The tower groaned as my spin tightened, squeezing tighter about his touch. Like a spring. A big spring. He'd figured out how to launch things, but wasn't very good yet. This was the best he could do for now. It would do. It usually did. Smaller though.

"You can use that too, if you like. Is that fine, Miss Setsuna."

His face felt heavy. Heavy? No, perhaps it was very light. But felt heavy. He didn't feel very good. He felt nervous. He was nervous. Was he rambling? How embarrassing. But he was really quite tired, and sleepy, and very very red. Red red red red red so red-diculous, ha.

He hoped she liked his idea. It was all he was good at, really. Power with no control usually was, and practice didn't always make perfect. Sometimes it wasn't enough. Oh, oh, this was so embarrassing. Maybe she'd shoot it down? He might prefer that, then it wouldn't be his fault everything went wrong. But was that fair? He was on a team after all, he needed to help. Towers wouldn't hurt anyone right?

The steel shrieked briefly, and he flinched, index straightening painfully, before he forced it back into a claw with a nigh-audible pop.

"I-I'll only be hitting his towers," Itsuki explained hurriedly, "Just knock them down. Like bowling pins. If he set up his towers to fall, he'll be in a place where they can't fall on him. He'll be safe. Probably."

His thumb against the cool steel began itching badly.

He had nothing to scratch it with.

Oh dear.

@TurtleDucks
@Wizard_Marshall

 

[InfiniteDaze]

Aria swiped the brow of her face as she looked at her handy work.

All around her and across the entire floor were strands of tape crisscrossing the room like a drunk spider's best attempt at creating a web, it wasn't her best work but it'd have to do. Considering the low amount of tape she had left, the plan had better work.

Then again, she still had no idea the capabilities of her opponents. They could have anything from telepathy to.... weird metal generating from their body that were forged so hot that it burned any other humans who touched it.

Goddammit she was a Phantom Thief, those who stylishly steal the treasure from the corrupt in the name of justice! Well okay that wasn't the exact definition but the point still stands! She should be better then this!

"Well, I guess this is okay." She mumbled, bringing a hand to her face to adjust her mask before wiping her hand off of her face and throwing it to the side, leaning her head in the opposite direction slightly. "It's show time."

And with that she grabbed the nearest heavy and threw it through the spaces between the tape before flying out a small window with the satisfying sound of glass breaking. As quick as she could, she ducked into the door of a nearby closet, leaving it open just enough so that she could see.

This was going to be fun.

 

[Unlucky Bibliophile]

And with that she grabbed the nearest heavy and threw it through the spaces between the tape before flying out a small window with the satisfying sound of glass breaking. As quick as she could, she ducked into the door of a nearby closet, leaving it open just enough so that she could see.

This was going to be fun.

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Sheryl's pace hastened as she heard the sound of breaking glass. When she finally noticed the tape woven all over the room like a drunken spider's nest, it was too late. Sheryl slipped as she tried to stop, stumbled, and then found herself entangled in a layer of hastily made tape. It was embarrassing. If her mother saw her now, she would have certainly gotten a caning for falling into an obvious trap.

Picking at the tape, Sheryl shrugged and sighed."Very well. I suppose that's it for me," she grumbled, pulling out a cigarette as she sat on the floor.

A part of her was miffed, of course, but she at least put on a decent showing to the professors. Her capabilities lie in her observational and analytical skills, after all. It aided her greatly during combat, but it was far more useful outside of a fight.

Besides, Sheryl's mind had better things to do than mull over this failure like some particularly petulant child.

 

[InfiniteDaze]

Sheryl's pace hastened as she heard the sound of breaking glass. When she finally noticed the tape woven all over the room like a drunken spider's nest, it was too late. Sheryl slipped as she tried to stop, stumbled, and then found herself entangled in a layer of hastily made tape. It was embarrassing. If her mother saw her now, she would have certainly gotten a caning for falling into an obvious trap.

Picking at the tape, Sheryl shrugged and sighed."Very well. I suppose that's it for me," she grumbled, pulling out a cigarette as she sat on the floor.

A part of her was miffed, of course, but she at least put on a decent showing to the professors. Her capabilities lie in her observational and analytical skills, after all. It aided her greatly during combat, but it was far more useful outside of a fight.

Besides, Sheryl's mind had better things to do than mull over this failure like some particularly petulant child.

Click to shrink...

Did...

Did that just happen? Like, was this even real life?

"Oh my god." Aria declared, opening the door to see her tapped covered opponent. "I can't believe that even worked. Like, I had a plan and everything and you just..."

She sighed, "I can't stay for long but I want to do two things first. "

Should she?

Oh whatever.

"Hahahahahahaha!!" She laughed, trying to keep as silent as possible before calming herself down just as quickly. "Okay now that that's out of the way, the treasure's still upwards right? I didn't see it on this floor."

Hopefully she'd actually answer the question.

 

[Lichte]

And with that she grabbed the nearest heavy and threw it through the spaces between the tape before flying out a small window with the satisfying sound of glass breaking.

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'Well,' Emi thought, 'that's convenient. Nice of them to tell me where they are.'

Picking up her pace, Emi leapt, grabbed at the side of the deck, vaulted over the railings and through the broken window, and rose on newly healed legs with shards of glass digging into her exposed arms.

 

[Unlucky Bibliophile]

"Oh my god." Aria declared, opening the door to see her tapped covered opponent. "I can't believe that even worked. Like, I had a plan and everything and you just..."

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Sheryl laid down of floor, utterly uncaring as she breathed out a waft of cigarette smoke. "Ah, I have confounded. Bamboozled. Defeated," she stated flatly. "I have been a fool to vastly underestimate your peerless trapping skills."

"Hahahahahahaha!!" She laughed, trying to keep as silent as possible before calming herself down just as quickly. "Okay now that that's out of the way, the treasure's still upwards right? I didn't see it on this floor."

Hopefully she'd actually answer the question.

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Sheryl shrugged. "Apologies, but I have a team to think about. Nothing personal, you see. Just trying to be professional. Besides..."

'Well,' Emi thought, 'that's convenient. Nice of them to tell me where they are.'

Picking up her pace, Emi leapt, grabbed at the side of the deck, vaulted over the railings and through the broken window, and rose on newly healed legs with shards of glass digging into her exposed arms.

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She looked at the window. "It appears you have other problems to deal with."

 

[Khawy]

"Get the medics to the forest field!" The weak and deflated All Might yelled out in concern. After seeing the two hotheads putting each other out of commission and one downed student with broken ribs, the exercise might have gotten too far. However, he wasn't going to call it off yet. While it was true that there were injured students at risk, the remaining students were giving it their all for their victory. Fortunately for them, the injured can safely be retrieved and patched up in the school's medical facility. The last stage of the exercise was currently underway and at a location far removed from the casualties.

 

[TurtleDucks]

His other hand reached behind, and he let the ache go free, into the tower of rubbish behind him. The twist penetrated the tower behind him, and he held it tight with the firmness of a practiced hand. The tower bent, held fast to the gentle touch of his fingers, and twisted with a soft groan, the entire pile pulling up and over, pointed over his head. Yet he kept his eyes fastened earnestly to her face, hoping not to scare her. It was scary. Silence was scary too. It was, right? It scared him, the none-nothing-emptyness. It was really really scary, she'd be less scared if he spoke right? There was no reason to be scared.

"Are you good at Jenga Miss Setsuna? I've gotten pretty good. At making them fall. I can't win, but if I make the towers fall good, my mother laughs harder. So I got really good at making them fall. At making towers fall. There are a lot of towers fall, and there's a lot of things I can do with them. If I launch this tower, I can open a hole for you. Can you use that? The hole I mean, maybe not the tower. Or the tower too, though it'll fall apart soon."

The tower groaned as my spin tightened, squeezing tighter about his touch. Like a spring. A big spring. He'd figured out how to launch things, but wasn't very good yet. This was the best he could do for now. It would do. It usually did. Smaller though.

"You can use that too, if you like. Is that fine, Miss Setsuna."

His face felt heavy. Heavy? No, perhaps it was very light. But felt heavy. He didn't feel very good. He felt nervous. He was nervous. Was he rambling? How embarrassing. But he was really quite tired, and sleepy, and very very red. Red red red red red so red-diculous, ha.

He hoped she liked his idea. It was all he was good at, really. Power with no control usually was, and practice didn't always make perfect. Sometimes it wasn't enough. Oh, oh, this was so embarrassing. Maybe she'd shoot it down? He might prefer that, then it wouldn't be his fault everything went wrong. But was that fair? He was on a team after all, he needed to help. Towers wouldn't hurt anyone right?

The steel shrieked briefly, and he flinched, index straightening painfully, before he forced it back into a claw with a nigh-audible pop.

"I-I'll only be hitting his towers," Itsuki explained hurriedly, "Just knock them down. Like bowling pins. If he set up his towers to fall, he'll be in a place where they can't fall on him. He'll be safe. Probably."

His thumb against the cool steel began itching badly.

He had nothing to scratch it with.

Oh dear.

Click to shrink...

Sakae continued to observe the factory floor as she waited for a response from her teammates. From her perch on the ceiling things were relatively silent, save for the echoey ambient noise of wind circulating throughout the derelict factory. However, the silence was soon broken by the low, rumbling growl of straining steel.

'What the...?'

Sakae whipped her head around, trying to identify where the noise was coming from, only for it to culminate in a metallic shriek loud enough to make Sakae cringe. That had almost certainly carried across the entire factory.

@Nanimani @Bahn @Average Weird

There was no mistaking where it had come from now. It was one of the junk towers, this one very visibly on the verge of falling over now. Alarmingly, she could see that Setsuna-chan and Itsuki-kun had holed up right next to it.

"Hey, hey, are you two alright? That tower's starting to fall you know!" Sakae warned urgently into her communicator.

@Bladestar123 @Wizard_Marshall

 

[Bahn]

The tower bent, held fast to the gentle touch of his fingers, and twisted with a soft groan, the entire pile pulling up and over, pointed over his head.

Click to shrink...

Souta narrowed his eyes as he heard the groaning and straining of metal. Impossible, he had rigged his towers of junk in a way that only a simple push wouldn't just dislodge them. Did that mean the other team was tearing through the walls of the warehouse to get through?

He looked around looking for the source of the noise when he spotted the bending tower.

His face paled as he realised what was happening. He glanced around wildly to take note of all the junk tower placements in relation to the bending one, especially the one he had just been working on...placed to fall in the position he was occupying now.

@Nanimani @Average Weird

"Oh...Oh crap!" Souta yelped, scrambling/diving out of the way into a pile of rubble, "Oi! You two need to take cover pronto! Those crazies are about to set off a chain reaction! Like dominoes, and I'm not talking about the pizza kind!"

Puffs of concrete dust and a sound akin to jackhammers echoed throughout the warehouse as he gnawed his way deeper into the pile like some demented beaver, hellbent on getting deep enough into the pile to avoid the impending fiasco.