[Zipper]

Welcome to Introduction to Hero Landings 101!

This is an extracurricular class held by the management division of UAU. Zipper had researched some heroes, faculty, and students, but there were only so many hours in the day. Between juggling her studies, her job, and her private projects, she couldn’t research as many people as she wanted. The best way to find a person of interest — besides the infamous Kei Hada — was to fabricate an event that’d give her what she wanted.

A demonstration.
A hero’s entrance tells you everything. It shows how introspective they are, what they think of others, what they wish to project to the world… And countless other microdecisions that inform those who spend their lives observing others.

To bring value to the classroom, she invited a pro hero — a particular pro hero — to give the first demonstration. Hopefully, Kei was watching.

The class stood in the unforeseen simulation joint, giving everyone ample space to be as big and dramatic as possible. With three days to prepare, the support students created backgrounds, gear, and whatever else was needed upon the initial request. And because this doubles as an introduction as a whole, the hero students were prompted to include the following information:

- What is your hero name?
- Why are you a hero?
- How will you change the world?

Maybe it was a bit much.

“Thank you all for coming,” Zipper says, in front of the crowd. “I’m Zipper and I pitched this event. I’d like to give thanks to the rest of the management division for dealing with logistics, the support division for providing us with the equipment needed, the faculty for approving the event and giving access to the USJ, and, most importantly, all of you for taking part in creating a better future.“ With a small bow, she’d continue.

“I’d introduce our next guest, but considering that’s what this demonstration is for… I’ll give them the honors.”

Zipper steps off stage. And now…

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Ryota Hada

[Ryota Hada]

Ryota never truly left UAU since he graduated from it. Even though he was a hero full-time, he found himself back at the university for one reason or another. Sometimes it was to help the faculty with the various exercises. Other times it was to pretend to be a villain for the students to fight against.

Demonstrating a hero entrance was admittedly a request he'd never gotten before, but flashiness was something he specialized in. So when a student from the management department asked for his assistance with that special course, he was all too happy to oblige.

Her voice was in his head now. Telecomms; to ensure he could hear his cue without having the host strain her voice. She was saying her final words, right before he was to come in. Touching two fingers on his scarf, he smiled underneath his mask.

Showtime.

Vox stood tall on the highest platform as he uttered the first word in his phrase. "GLORY!" He flipped off the platform to land on the next. Another pose was struck. "GRANDEUR!" Second jump, third pose. "GREATNESS!!!" With one final jump and several flips, he let the whirrs direct everyone's attention to his spinning self before landing in front of the crowd with a heavy thud, a gust of wind spread out from his connection to the pavement.

One arm on the ground, other arm held back, to show of an iconic hero pose in his entry. Subtle shifts in his form allowed the sun's rays to shine along his armour. "To protect all and do so with absolute ease! That is my goal as a hero!"

As the dust settled, he slowly stood up, crossing his arms against his chest as his scarf flowed behind him despite the lack of wind. "I'm Vox, the Madlib Hero, representing the voice of the people!"

Vox rested his hands on his waist then, taking on a more relaxed posture. "And that's my introduction!" He gave a nod. "Greetings students! Now, as Zipper has said, I'm simply a guest here. I may give some commentary here and there but she will be the one leading this session."

The hero stepped off to the side. "So knock it out of the park everyone! And most of all, have fun!"

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Floating - Vox' scarf

Zipper

[Aimoto Momo]

AIMOTO MOMO

THE RED GIRL

Momo was almost never on time to class. Much less an extracurricular class not required by her curriculum. Today was an exception. A huge exception. Momo was not only on time, she was the first one on the scene because she had camped outside of the USJ for several hours beforehand in hopes of catching an early glimpse of Vox the Fox.

That hadn’t happened. But that did mean Momo was first up to bat after Vox’s demonstration for everyone. Her own demonstration was delayed by the fact she was busy clapping and cheering like the fangirl she was. A point further proved by the cropped Vox shirt she was wearing over her own Hero costume.

“Oh! My turn! Hang on!”

She scrambled up to the stage from the gathered crowd, only to disappear back behind the curtains. It was an awkward start to be certain, but Momo had to ensure she had a front row seat to Vox’s entrance first and foremost. Clumsy though the beginning was, and Momo tended to be, she had been a performer since she could walk and talk. When it came to putting on a show, all signs of her being a klutz fell away. She became unexpectedly graceful.

Her yo-yo shot out from in between the curtains that obscured the behind-the-scenes setup area behind the stage. It wrapped around the scaffolding holding the fabric up. The momentum combined with the internal winch built into the weapon allowed Momo to swing out over the stage.

She landed in a traditional plie ballet pose to absorb the shock of landing. As she touched the ground, her Quirk erupted into a swarm of ladybugs behind her that started out as little pinpricks of light that looked like hundreds of faraway stars against the dark backdrop of the curtain before they solidified. Her landing transitioned in a fouetté rotation which allowed her to free the yo-yo from the beams. It spiraled around her with the swarm matching its movements before it retracted back into itself as she came to a stop after a second spin.

The ladybugs formed the words RED GIRL behind Momo as she bowed in a manner true to her craft rather than her bloodline and introduced herself. “Red Girl is here to chase misfortune away and save the day!” That part still needed work, but it was still pretty good considering it came from Momo. Unfortunately, she forgot absolutely everything else she was supposed to include with her introduction. Showmanship was her specialty. Not memory. So she hopped off stage to let the next person go, only half successful in her task.

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[hikari]

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yeah, this whole thing is like, super fuckin' boring. who the hell are these weirdos? hikari's never seen most of these people before, which is ultimately very lucky for them, because hikari would absolutely bully each and every one of them relentlessly. the weird, mousy showrunner? the madlib hero? fucking red girl???? from the curtains, hikari can't help but laugh at every introduction made from the start of the show to her spot in it, and she doesn't laugh quietly either, making no attempts to stifle her condescending giggles. boring as it was, it was definitely fun to laugh at the forerunners and gossip about them to the people at her sides, from how gaudy she thinks red girl's costume is to how she derides vox for being, in her words, a dinky nerd. of course, when both of them hop off stage to return to the curtains, hikari musters a saccharine smile and ondescending words of encouragement that drip with poison. the true two-faced bitch of ua, as it were.[break][break]

well, next up is the shattered seraph herself. there's some amount of decorum to this whole activity, be it expressing one's desire for being a hero or determining one's gimmick, but hikari didn't block any of these neccesities into her introduction, if only because she didn't feel like she particularly needed to. instead, as curtains were pulled away from the back of the stage to reveal hikari's form, it's quite clear that all the redhead cares about is making a good impression and looking hot while doing it. the stage is completely dark save for the shards of her halo, shining as bright as any spotlight, and hovering ethereally in a concentric shape behind hikari, backlighting her form in a sumptuous way. the glow of her halo highlights every curve, from the dip of her waist to the buxom shape of her hips, and it only gets more shapely when she begins to strut forward in silence. her heels clack against the stage and echo throughout the auditorium, punctuating every tilt of her hip and every shift of her head, until she pauses in place at the very end of the stage. suddenly, a spotlight erupts on her form, and she strikes a pose that can only really be described as seductive. from a breast pocket on her pure white jumpsuit, hikari grabs a handful of business cards.[break][break]

"the name's nova luna," she rasps, eyes half-lidded and voice sultry. "heaven's never far when you're with me."[break][break]

and then she throws her business cards into the crowd. when all of those are out of the air, she grabs more from her breast pocket and throws them all over again. and when even those have run out, hikari instead resorts to posing again and again amd again in the hopes of more and more fanfare. hell, she could do this forever, if not for...

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[junsuina]

[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... "Watch out!" Jun's early arrival was prompted on by someone attempting to mean well, and her own nerves. The things that Jun wanted to embody were not something to be announced by voice, but through action. Unfortunately, the general public also wanted words, so she had been trying to rehearse in order to get what she wanted to say right. Which was a little too much. This lead to her freezing up on a platform above the stage as Hikari took to it, and seeing all those people...yeah, she was stupid for putting herself out there. One of the other students up there with her tried to pat her on the back to assure her, only to spark a brief panic attack, which caused her to fall. Latching onto her fear she created a chain on the bottom of the platform, only instead of pulling herself back up she created too much and ended up knocking Hikari off the front. Staggering a little, she pulled back from the edge as she looked up, and froze. With how competent (if you could call it that) she was, crowds were not Jun's specialty. She was lucky to form two sentences in front of a classroom. Now she was in front of 20...no, more than 20 people. She closed her eyes, trying to pull back a little and center herself. Don't look at anyone. Just...say what you feel is right... "I...am Mood Ring," she says, trying her best to pretend that what she just did didn't happen. "I...I am here to be in service to Japan and her people. To protect the future they intend to build. And those that intend to threaten it...Beware my Power!" At the last part she turned her body and formed a finger gun, trying to give a confident smile and failing. Badly. She considered displaying that power, but...she's done enough damage as it is. So she began to shuffle awkwardly back in order to make a prompt exit stage right. Never doing that again.

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[Kurokami Gen]

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Miseria Cantare

Love, your hate Your faith lost

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“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. HOO HOO. A HA HA HA HA. OH, THAT WAS AMAZING!!!”[break][break]

Among the lustful glares, concerned gasps, and half-hearted claps that accompanied that impromptu double entrance, the loudest by far, was the uncontrollable cackling of one piece of crap sitting in attendance. As if Jun’s comedy of errors wasn’t embarrassing enough, she was one of the few who could recognize its source. “You really outdid yourself there, didn't cha, Jun-chan? Thought it was impossible for you to make a bigger ass out of yourself, but you sure showed us!” If she turned back from her walk of shame, she would even see him standing up, barely managing to hold his laughter back. “Though, I shouldn’t be too harsh, you did a great job there. Perfect display of how competent you are!” To the spectator, it was the best entrance so far, only for the wrong reasons. [break][break]

When one Kurokami Gen heard about this cute little extracurricular class, he was so ecstatic, he didn’t need to fake his smile. Presentation was one of the few aspects he excelled at, and his peers being so god awful only made him look better by comparison. However, despite the obvious match, he didn’t sign up as a participant, not because he was shy, God no! He just had a better way of getting himself up on that stage, one that just so happened to embarrass everyone else in the process.[break][break]

“And you!” His sight & silver tongue turned to the downed redhead. “Business cards? Really? What is this, 2010? You tryna’ save lives or sell me insurance here?” She wasn't the only one with pointed comments to give, but unlike Hikari, Gen didn’t feel the need to keep them to himself. “Though I do have to say, sunshine, you keep this up and I’m sure you’ll go far…” The boy paused, both for dramatic effect and for letting his lips curl themselves into a sadistic grin. “On Onlyfans!” [break][break]

“But really, all of you suck at this! I'd say you're making the school look bad, but that's not exactly new, is it?”, taking advantage of the time it took to set up the next entrance, the heartless heckler kept going. “I mean, come on, ‘Red Girl’?!?” Complete with the air quotes and his signature sarcasm, Gen made sure to pour all of his bottomless contempt into that joke of a name. “What’s your plan here, dance me to death? Am I supposed to quiver in fear of your ballet skills?” Needless to say, her routine, while impressive to experts of that art, was not up to the omni-powerful student’s standards. “That’s not even getting into that tragedy you call a costume. Even without the shirt, you look like a knock-off version of the Hamburglar.” [break][break]

“I can't really blame you here, can I? With this guy’s example, it’s no wonder y’all can’t make an entrance to save your lives, much less anyone else’s.” Finally, his arm turned to gesture towards the special guest. Not that there was anything special about him. “Were the other C-listers busy?” First item on the docket were his credentials, and once torched those, he went right for the jugular. “If that’s what the Voice of the People sounds like, then we should outlaw Democracy right here and now! ‘Cause boy do they not have anything interesting to say.” [break][break]

Seeing that all the setup was finishing behind the scenes, Gen started wrapping up the roast. “Seriously, though, if I were a Villain, I’d laugh right in your face." Much like he was doing right now... "And if I were a Civi, I’d ask said Villain to shoot me in the face so I didn’t have to live with the second-hand embarrassment of seeing that.” Mimicking the shape, recoil and impact of a gunshot with his hand and head, he’d return to his seat. “But let’s keep going, maybe one of you can come out without tripping on your face.” Of course, not without yelling one last dig aimed at both those that came before and those that were waiting behind the curtain. “Next guy, just try to do what the others did, but good!”[break][break]

After sitting down, the insufferable little man whispered a single line to the person sitting next to him. “So… think they’re mad enough?”[break][break]

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[Ana Borovsky]

IT'S ME! HI!

I'M THE PROBLEM! IT'S ME!

Ana was a genius. She understood many things. The vast majority were science related. Since this was entirely PR and Hero students, it all went over her head. She wouldn’t even be there if Jun hadn’t signed up or if Gen hadn’t wanted to go laugh at some future has-beens and never-would-be's as he had put it. But here she was, ready to fulfill her obligation as [friend].

That role included being the ear for Gen to whisper into, for which he received a quizzical glance and questions instead of proper answers. “Mad? Why would they be mad at hearing the truth? Is this the salty thing you explained?” But it also required a more active participation. Unfortunately, her attempt would lose the effect it was supposed to have given the awkwardness of Jun’s entrance followed by Gen’s harsh criticism. Not that Ana was aware of how much worse she was about to make it.

She stood up in the wake of Gen’s speech even before he replied to her queries lest she be further delayed. She was late enough as is. Then she started clapping. Loudly. Robotically. An act made all the odder with her trademark Cheshire cat grin and eerily wide eyes. “Good job, Jun,” she stated at a volume that carried her thick Russian accent to the stage. Then she sat back and looked Gen in the face absolutely deadpan with her mask dropped only for him as she asked, “I did what I was supposed to. I was supportive. Can I have fries now? Extra salt.”

Salt was definitely the vibe for the day.

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[Zipper]

Perfect.

This is exactly what Zipper wanted.

No one can account for everything. It’s a futile attempt by the naive and deluded that the world was a series of inputs. As long as you knew the variables, you could predict the future. Even with the advent of ‘time quirks,’ people have yet to overcome human limitations.

But some facts of the universe are known to us. The issue becomes less of who or what but a matter of when. Get a group of aspiring heroes in a crowd, and you’d be surprised by how quickly egos crashed — or maybe you’re familiar with the world and surprised the peace lasted this long.

Zipper scanned her attendance sheet. The man, unsurprisingly, was not on it. They were outspoken and self-important, and wanted the challenge. Any reasonable host would have let their comments slide. Any reasonable host who knew what they wanted would have properly ignored them. Zipper, like the businesswoman she was, accepted his deal.

It’d be another notch under her belt.

“Excuse me, sir,” She stopped as the microphone feedback surged. “If you’d like to show us how it’s done.” She motioned towards the stage as security and stagehands would help the remaining students off of it. “By all means.”

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Kurokami Gen

[Kupo]

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| ★Jason Riviera★ | @crystalprincekupo
Location: USJ, Tokyo, Japan. | Current Status: It's a wonderful day to be extra~
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Jason Riviera had always been pretty good at public-facing work. A combination of natural charm and knowing how to leverage it. As a result, a lot of his choice/elective classes had been required classes for management majors. Many had approached him as a case study or subject for their projects, and most of the time he accepted. So, when he heard about this extracurricular that Zipper and the other students had worked so hard on, how could he not offer to help? He'd spend most of the day up to now, what was supposed to be one of his rest days this week, practicing his little entrance routine. It was like his father always said, 'why leave to chance what you can ensure through preparation?' Fifth in the lineup, Kupo had also gotten the chance to watch the 4 exemplar performances before his own. After each, he tried to offer some kind of compliment/positive feedback. As everyone who'd gone before him was doing their intros, he'd been watching from a cross-beam above the stage.

He'd clapped both after Zipper's short speech and when Vox finished his intro. The madlib hero seemed so confident, and his acrobatic moves were pretty cool to see. He made a note to try and tell Ryota that when he'd finished his own performance. Next up, the ballerina. Kupo was massively impressed by her grace and poise, and her tagline (while it definitely needed work) was short and sweet. As she left the stage, Kupo hopped down from his perch alongside her (backstage). Hyped, he was bouncing on his feet with starry eyes. "That was amazing, Red Girl-san! It was so pretty, and I wish I could pull that off with perfect form like you did!" He'd entertain a conversation if she wanted to start one, but was quick to get back to spectating when the next intro started. Speaking of which, his recent friend (were they friends? he thought so) Hikari was up!

He'd been trying to ignore the seraph's rudeness towards their fellow students, thanking his elevated position above the stage, and was glad that there were no particularly nasty remarks he'd needed to challenge her on. He'd dealt with too many mean girls to not know that he must pick his battles. Hikari's initial entrance blew Kupo away, figuratively, her model-like form and backlighting technique reminding him of one of his older sisters. As she spoke though, it was the fox's turn to stifle a giggle. Did... did she not consider how that sounded as a hero intro? Either way, Kupo became acutely aware of Jun's presence a short distance below him... while Hikari was still on stage? As the upperclassman panicked and fell, Kupo was about to jump in and help, but stopped short of dropping down when she caught herself with a chain. What a cool maneuver! Unfortunately, also an improvised one. He saw Hikari fall off the stage, and immediately anyone perceptive enough would hear a childlike giggle from above the stage's curtain. "Oh, no!" he said, with the cadence of 'oh, you~'.

Despite the rough start to Jun's intro, she managed to clutch it. Probably the best speech part of all the ones he'd watched! A solid, clear message (and the seeming lack of confidence was entirely understandable given the context). The finger gun drifted into cute from its intended cool, but the vibe was still there. Kupo was quick to hop down to the area beside the stage, crouched to avoid obscuring Jun as he made his way to Hikari. "Are you okay, Kirameki-senpai? Your entry was beautiful, though you prob-" He was shortly interrupted by Gen's whole bit, one he couldn't help but hear. He focused on getting back behind the curtain, knowing that if he addressed Gen now then he'd inevitably end up telling off the heckler. He wasn't really going for 'little kid', nor 'nerd', for today's vibe so he chose to ignore the outburst for now. Ana's 'support' was also weird, especially given her proximity to Gen, though he had no way of knowing whether the nekomimi was being genuine or sarcastic so he let that one pass. Passing backstage as Jun did, he spoke up. Betraying the presence of genuine joy, his tail was wagging behind him. "You did great out there, Mood Ring-senpai! I probably wouldn't have been able to save myself after that start, but you did! Great speech, too!" He couldn't stay to talk this time, realising that he was next up! Time for some warm-up exercises...

...Or so he thought. 'Zipper', the organiser of this whole exercise, apparently had other plans. The mic feedback hurt, but the words were clear. "I guess I'm going sixth, now?" He squeaked, not to anyone in particular. Getting back to his viewing spot, Kupo sat (like a good boy). It was Gen's turn, not his.

tl;dr
- familiar with the management department
- practice practice
- playing support
- vox is cool and confident! (inside thought)
- red girl is pretty and graceful! (said)
- nova luna is stunning, and she got what was coming to her! (inside thought, went to help)
- mood ring is inspiring, doing great! (said)
- showtime! wait, what?
- not showtime yet, waiting his turn
Zipper Aimoto Momo hikari junsuina

[Kurokami Gen]

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Welcome

To My Horrid Reality

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written for Zipper, Kupo, Ana Borovsky, junsuina, Ryota Hada, Aimoto Momo, hikari

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Ana’s untimely and unenthusiastic cheers only added to the flaming car crash that was this showcase. If anything, it only helped make Jun’s blunders seem just that bit more awkward. He couldn’t have planned a more embarrassing scene himself. “That… that was perfect, Lil’ B.” He was savoring every moment of this. “Here, you earned this.” With one smooth move, he’d present an unopened box of fries, a reward for making this victory oh so sweet.[break][break]

Once she sat down, Gen’s lips curled into the shape of a wry and showing equal parts glee and pride. “And by the way, Right on the money.” Salt was exactly what he was trying to bring on, and he made sure to validate Ana’s astute affirmation. She was starting to pick up on some of his more online slang, too, which was definitely an added bonus. “Nothing quite gets to people like the-” But before he could go on any further, the crowd would prove his point better than his mouth ever could.[break][break]

As he’d explained to Ana multiple times before, the truth was perhaps the most combustible element of them all. Slander’s great and all, but nothing quite sets someone off like a lie with just the right amount of facts behind it. And when people got mad, they got predictable. Case in point, the reaction to his little roast. Wittingly or otherwise, the organizer had played right into Gen’s hand. And even if she hadn’t, someone would’ve done the same eventually, either now, or when he finished cooking the next four or five participants. “Sounds like that’s our cue” was the last comment he’d shoot Ana’s way, before turning to the unwashed masses.[break][break]

Rising from his seat a second time, Gen made sure to pour on… whatever the opposite of “charm” was. “Well, if you insist, Zi-pper-chan~” Enunciating her nickname with playful disdain, the most hateful man on Campus would begin walking backstage. “Though you’re probably gonna’ have to shut this whole thing down when I’m done.” With that little dig out of the way, he pushed into the backstage area, making sure to look down on everyone he passed by, especially those his tongue had already torched.[break][break]

Behind the curtain, the line was surprisingly long, which was good for him, because it gave him all the more time to gloat. “Now, here’s your first lesson, extras.” Shooing anyone in the way, and some who weren’t, Gen made sure to get on as many people’s bad sides as he could. “Real stars don’t wait in lines.” He paused, but not before shooting his signature shit-eating grin to that three-foot-nothing geek waiting in the front. “They cut in front of them.”[break][break]

He could’ve kept going on, annoying everyone within earshot, but even he didn’t wish to overstay his welcome. The entire point of this scheme was to school all of these amateurs, making fun of them(especially Jun) was just a bonus. He’d already done the latter, so without further ado. “Class is in session.”

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The lights in the Unforeseen Simulation Joint dimmed to pitch-black darkness, save of course, for the doors and windows, at least for now. Those rays of sunshine weren’t long for this world. “「Locked In」” Gen’s words echoed throughout the backstage area, pouring with malice. To the tune of his vicious voice, each door and window slammed shut. Tendrils of moving shadows hid the mechanical hands setting the stage. A trick of the light would keep them unseen, even to those who turned to look. [break][break]

With sight cut off to all but the most perceptive eyes, the crowd had only one thing to go off of. “Talk about bad luck.” Unfortunately for them, it was Gen’s voice. Without so much as a microphone or a sound check, his voice boomed from the center of the stage. Mocking them, as if they were no more than caged animals. “If I were anyone else, maybe you could’ve gotten away with it…” Maybe this whole thing was just an excuse for him to taunt the audience some more, but then… they heard something else. “But against the full might of 346 Quirks, you don’t have a chance in hell.”[break][break]

It was subtle, especially compared to the migraine-making machine that was the scumbag’s voice. Buzzing, in the background, barely perceptible, but recognizable, especially to one girl in the room. Ladybugs, a swarm of them, even more than what she used back during her number. A sharp ear could also hear the sounds of countless little footsteps walking all around the set, putting all the pieces in place ahead of the trick. To anyone else who was especially perceptive, they could even smell the hints of something strange coming from the stage, accompanied by what sounded like water being shot towards the curtain. It was a familiar scent, for those who could perceive it, one they’d remember from many a car ride in their youth. And the fact they recognized it would only make their worries shoot up a thousandfold. What they smelled was Gasoline.[break][break]

“「Infernal Affairs」”[break][break]

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A chaotic trumpet echoed throughout the room, which was especially shocking to the sound guys, who had no clue how it was playing. The moment it hit, the stage came into view once more, no thanks to the crew, of course. Suddenly, volcanic-like rifts opened up all over the set, illuminating the hundreds of insects flying above, and hinting towards their untimely demise. Seconds into the song, a foreign chorus began to serenade the listeners, and in tune with it, pillars of flame rose to the rafters. The wall of fire scorched the swarm to cinders. So tall, it obscured what happened within from all angles, The heat coming off of it could be felt from the other end of the room, lending all the more credence to the idea that Hell itself had spilled onto this World.[break][break]

Neither Fire nor Brimstone would be the last things to rise from that unholy portal, nor would they be the worst. From behind the inferno, a shadow rose from the ground. Spat out of Hell itself. A ridiculously ornate chair, and you wouldn’t guess who was on it. With both legs crossed and a cheek resting on his fist, it was none other than the Devil Himself, Kurokami Gen. On his other hand, a familiar-looking ring of light could be seen twirling in his grasp. Hikari’s Halo.[break][break]

Though the crowd would only make out the silhouette, they could swear they saw a sadistic smirk drawn from ear to ear. Two crimson eyes opened, shooting a look of pure disdain to the peasants in attendance. The kind of look a King would shoot towards their subjects. The blazing inferno died down to mere embers, allowing the onlookers to gaze upon the wonderfully detailed throne and the inhuman piece of garbage sitting on it. “Now’s a good time for you to pray to your God, but just so you know…” His left fist closed, crushing the angelic ring as if it were no more than glass, before he capped the whole thing off in style.[break][break]

“I won’t be listening.”
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And with that banger of a closing line, the curtains caught fire, but instead of consuming them from top to bottom, the flames spelled out two simple sentences behind the alleged Hero-hopeful that laid out all that needed to be said.[break][break]

“「All For One」”[break]
“Better Than You.”[break]

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The lights would come back on, and the music would fade, giving the crowd ample time to react. More importantly, though, they gave the crew some time to figure out how to put out the considerable bodies of flame still burning through the stage. His eyes would shift from the long line of future has-beens and towards the one who so generously invited him to embarrass them. “So, everybody, that’s how it's done. If you have any questions, don’t bother, ‘cause you’ll never be as good as me.” And with that mic drop, he’d jump off the front of the stage, letting the crew handle the carnage he left behind. Happy with his performance, he walked back towards the one person who could not see it.[break][break]

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More than anything, Zipper was confused.

This display shouldn’t have been possible without preparation. Gen had set up without Zipper knowing, which would have been impossible considering the school’s security measures, or he had over three hundred quirks. And, like hell, that was true.

Zipper didn’t need evidence. Not only was Zipper a natural skeptic, but the nature of the world worked against Gen’s lie — if he were the first multi-quirked individual, then the world would have known. There was only solace in the fact that if this were his grand reveal… then it would have been on her watch.

“Great performance.” Zipper’s back on stage. Then she addresses the crowd. “Just goes to show how many types of heroes there are. You can be a heel, don’t put yourself in a box” Then, her eyes dart back to Gen. “But you don’t have to lay it on so thick, either.”

Her eyes scan the crowd for Kupo. Nowhere in sight. Must be getting ready.

Zipper heads off stage and searches for him. When she stumbles upon him, she offers a small bow.

“I appreciate your patience,” She smiles. “You ready?”

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Zipper

[Kupo]

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| ★Jason Riviera★ | @crystalprincekupo
Location: USJ, Tokyo, Japan. | Current Status: It's a wonderful day to be extra~
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He wasn't sure how Gen had managed to get there quick enough to push past Kupo on his way to his spot above the stage, but the initial comment rolled off his back. He wished he could say the same for the performance. From even the first act of this show of force, Kupo was immediately on edge. The hackles of his fur collar stood on end, though intimidating no-one. See, while the star of his Quirk was his sensitive ears, Kupo's other senses were still exceptional. Night vision was essential to a creature of this arctic, and his olfactory senses (scent and taste) were at least sharper than average. The darkness, with even-darker shadows dancing about within it. The booming voice, humming of insects, hundreds of footsteps, the music; it all pounded in his ears. It was too much, too loud! The gasoline, solvent-like smell almost intoxicating. It made him want to vomit. Every sensory neurone screamed with either too much stimulus or not enough. It was hell, fittingly enough. Too much, Too Much, TOO MUCH! He could barely even make out what Gen was saying over the cacophony. Just barely make out the declaration of overwhelming force, of true evil, so that his conscious brain was screaming too. How unfair it was, that something could so completely overwhelm him and that that power belonged to a malevolent force.

'just shutup, stopit, stop it, Stop it, Stop It, STOP IT, STOPIT STOPIT STOPIT STOPIT STOPIT STOP STOP STOP PLEASE ST-AAAAAAAAAAAA!'

He was stopping himself from screaming out loud. He was willing his body to move and not to curl into a ball forever. There was no willpower left for anything else. Backstage, his bag! His bag had his comforter. His bag was safe. Where was his bag, where was it, where was it?! He dropped from his high place to the floor behind the stage, rushing through the area as fast as he could. There were people back here, stagehands and helpers. There was fear in their eyes too, but also concern. Pity. Too many people, too crowded. DON'T TOUCH ME STOP IT!!! Then, he found it. Brown and cream, a kid's backpack in the shape of a fictional fluffy creature he found cute. Inside, a plush toy of the same creature. Nothing else inside mattered right now. Kupo curled up in his small, private corner of the universe for what felt like forever. The noise couldn't touch him here, the people wouldn't dare. They'd better not dare to invade his safe place.
Slowly, step-by-step, he ran through a checklist in his mind. 5 senses wouldn't work here, there was too much to notice, he'd be overwhelmed if he started listening again. Positive affirmations it was, then. 'I am safe, I am not in danger, I am awake.' He repeated this under his breath, over and over again, in a language he was sure nobody else here spoke. "Me so heki, me ni so fekenda, me so riya. Me so heki, me ni so fekenda, me so riya. Me so heki, me ni so fekenda, me so riya." He repeated it until he could feel his heartbeat slowing back to normal, feel the deep breaths he was forcing himself to take. In... and out. Another thought, the first in a short while that was made consciously, crossed his mind. 'Sorry, Zipper, I don't think I'll be able to-' Huh?

He was snapped out of the cocoon that he'd retreated to, within his own mind. As Zipper spoke, he became suddenly very aware of where he was. What he was supposed to be doing. As he looked up, though Kupo immediately tried to force a warm smile, it was evident from his posture and the tear marks on his face that he'd not been having the greatest time, to say the least. She's bowing to him. Apologising? For what? He paused, then stood up and bowed in kind. "Ah, Zipper-san, sorry for going missing like that..." Another small stretch of silence, before standing up straight and taking an energetic stance. "Yeah, as ready as I'll ever be, I think. Allons-y, let's go."

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He'd asked the support department to set up some suspended rocks and/or platforms (a few meters above the stage) and a device resembling a t-shirt cannon just behind the curtain. He was wearing his hero outfit, with a bell (like one you'd find on a cat's collar) embedded via clip into the fur around his neck. When given the go-ahead, Kupo rushed out onto the stage, taking only one step on the ground before leaping up to make contact with the first 'floating' platform. He then kicked off to the next platform, and the next, pouncing between them with speed that made it pretty hard to track him visually. There was almost no sound as he moved with light touches, save for the bell jingling at each impact, until he reached the furthest-forward (and highest) platform. From that, Kupo leaped straight up into a double layout backflip.

At the apex of the jump, something was launched out from backstage, and Kupo caught it in his arms (knees up and tail curled around it). Landing safely in a roll, the object was revealed to be a real-looking doll of an infant. "I believe the role of a hero is to save lives, first and foremost!" Laying the doll down, it descended into the stage. "I'm the Search & Rescue Hero, Snow Fox, here to help as many people as I can!" A couple seconds later a football (soccer ball) rose in its place. Kupo skillfully flicked it up into the air, briefly demonstrating his dexterity and coordination with a few keepy-uppy tricks. "With focus, perseverance, and-" perfectly placed up in front of him, Kupo jumps and kicks the ball as hard as he can, sending it flying over the audience's heads to land somewhere behind them in the USJ, "-strength! I hope to change the world through acts of heroism & kindness, with compassion for all as my guiding principle!"

Kupo lands softly, taking a quick bow. Looking over to find Gen in the crowd, he pipes up once more. "I didn't get to say this earlier, but great performance, Gen-senpai! Your constructive criticism could use some work, though. Critique, done well, can help people improve!" With no further comments, he walks backstage. As soon as he's behind the curtain, he breathes a deep sigh of relief. To anyone observing, it's only clear after he relaxes that he's trembling. It'd look like he was shivering, if it was at all cold enough for that. Panting, too, the burst of athletic activity having warmed his body significantly and the meltdown on top of it all having nearly exhausted him.

tl;dr
- Sheer Heart Panic Attack
- Calming down a little backstage, trying his best to be brave. (Zipper )
- Okay...sh-...showtime!
- Backhanded paying of respects (Kurokami Gen ), then cooling down.

Note: IPA phonetic transcription of the non-English text (because linguistics is another one of my special interests)
(Me so heki, me ni so fekenda, me so riya.)
[me sɔ `he.kɪ | me nɪ sɔ `fe.ken.`dæ | me sɔ `rɪ.jæ]
Ryota Hada Aimoto Momo junsuina hikari Ana Borovsky

[Masao Ando]

She observed the entire show from the back, her arms crossed as her expression remained neutral throughout. It was fascinating to see how differently students approached this assignment, and it gave her a good idea of who everyone was, especially the first years she wasn't acquainted with yet. The only time her gaze moved from the stage was when Gen started openly mocking everyone. She was still puzzled as to how the school had ever accepted his kind. His open mockery of others, as well as his performance should be a dead giveaway as to the type of person he was. She was tempted to speak out against him too, but she held her tongue out of respect to Zipper. Any further distractions would only derail the whole event and that was the last thing she wanted.

As with many of the others, she was impressed with Kupo's display, particularly his athletic skills, although it didn't show on her face at all. Once he walked backstage she finally moved from her spot for the first time since the introductions began. Before taking the stage she stopped to acknowledge the Search & Rescue Hero. ''Great performance, Snow Fox.'' There was the vaguest hint of a smile on her face, but she didn't linger for long. It was her turn after all.

Walking out with confidence she held her head high as she took center stage. She was wearing rather plain clothes. No fancy getup and certainly no signature hero costume. Closing her eyes, she let her quirk do the heavy lifting. In a bright flash her body, save for her head, was engulfed in a thin coating of white light. Once the light faded in its place Masao had donned a suit of medieval armor, a transformation so fast it was easy to miss. Opening her eyes again she looked out to the crowd. There was a distant coldness to her eyes. She wasn't nervous or fumbling her words, but it seemed more like she wasn't even acknowledging the audience in the first place. ''My name is Paragon. I became a hero student at this school to protect the hearts of the people.'' She extended a hand forward, clenching her fist lightly. ''This suit of armor will help me accomplish just that.'' She organically worked her outstretched arm into a formal bow, before turning and leaving the stage for anyone else to make their entrance.

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Unconcerned at the displays of the others that came before her as the collective students fumbled through something she thought was entirely too simple, she sat behind the stage, choosing to read a book required for classes instead of chatting with anyone there. Ando was going before her as she wanted to 'lead by example' and part of their deal was that Ylva would need to pay attention. She sighed as she closed her book and stood up, taking the opportunity to get closer to the stage. By now, she knew exactly what Ando could do after their little adventure in Tokyo Bay, so the display was met with nothing but further apathy. The only internal praise Andy would receive was it was short and sweet, unlike how long-winded some of these people could be.[break][break]

As she would pass Andy on her way up to the stage, she'd speak freely in the split second their paths would overlap. "Don't blame me for what happens next." and with that, she'd take center stage wearing her usual clothing as she wouldn't use a hero costume until she was forced to OR if it provided some benefit to her performance. Whatever. [break][break]

As usual, she didn't have much to say, "Gungnir. To be number 1." her changing the world wasn't part of the plan, so it didn't need to be addressed. Standing completely still, she'd take in the area around her, building a structure in her mind and a clear path to use her quirk as she built up energy. As long as she didn't directly aim for anyone, she wouldn't get in trouble, right? If they couldn't get out of the way, perhaps they just needed more training. There was a clear path through the crowd that she would utilize by holding out an open hand. The air all around her would shimmer with diamond dust as it led a clear path cutting through the space in the crowd and culminating in a large concentration in the open spot past the crowd. Closing her palm, the path in front of her would freeze as ice formed and kicked around wildly, forming a crude but straight line through the small opening until it reached the area behind the group and would manifest into a massive ice ridge. [break][break]

If anyone was slow enough or managed to get caught in the area of effect, it was no concern of hers. They were heroes in training, and this was one of her easier techniques to deal with. With that, she would take her leave off the stage, knowing the ice would melt soon enough and someone else could handle the cleanup. All in all, it wasn't a display that was meant to elicit any particular feeling or make a statement - just for her own gain like everything else she did. [break][break]

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[attr="class","nikki103"]Masao Ando Zipper Ryota Hada hikari Aimoto Momo Kupo Kurokami Gen Ana Borovsky junsuina

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PHARAOH LEAP CREATES

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[Ana Borovsky]

IT'S ME! HI!

I'M THE PROBLEM! IT'S ME!

The most interesting portion of Gen's display for Ana, was watching everyone else's reaction. She couldn't see what they did. All Ana witnessed was Gen puttering about the stage to get properly set up. Which apparently included starting some fires. With her tech no less. Oh well, she wasn't liable for what people did with her creations. The NDA forms she made people sign also included a waiver for such things.

Like before, Ana clapped for Gen. She didn't cheer this time because her mouth was full of fries, but it was the thought that counted. Considering she thought so lowly of everyone else before and after Jun and Gen, Ana went silent. It totally wasn't because she testing the laws of physics versus her fries in mouth capacity.

Alas, all good things had to come to an end. Unlike the ego display, apparently. Ana dropped a fry. Given she was American, she of course had to go after it. She ducked out of view just as Ylva decided where to launch her attack. Which meant by the time Ana sat back up and into view, she had a glacial beam headed straight for her.

The world shatter. Surprisingly, Ana was not among it. Temporary invulnerability to most things through a transformation that proved she was the brightest at UAU in more ways than one was certainly a boon for attending the school considering it was filled with power hungry idiots. Safe though she was, there was still a tragic loss that day. From several feet away, Ana pointed to the debris field and called out to the stage below.

"You owe me fries!"

Notes & Tags: I'm not tagging all of y'all.