[Mafdet Khepri]

Placing one arm in front of the other Khepri crawled through the vent until they reached the end. Fiddling with the side of the roster using one sharp claw they pried it loose and caught the steel construction before it dropped, using their other arm to hold onto the opening as they swung down. With a single smooth move they slammed the roster shut again while they dropped, neatly landing on their feet with the kind of agility only a cat could have. Of course, Khepri was only one-third cat at best but given that they were bad at math that'd never caused any problems when it came to landing properly.

Casting a look around themself they took in the crowd before turning to the nearest person.

"Are these the sign-ups for the crochet club?"

"N-no?"

Khepri nodded happily in reply. They had no idea how to crochet. Accidentally ignoring the student's follow-up question they made their way to the front of the crowd to see what was so interesting that it drew all these people. Seeing a relatively open path Khepri used it to get closer to the stage, sidestepping a rude piece of ice that was heading the wrong way as they did. Then again, was it going the wrong way? Who were they to say what goals solid water would have? They'd tried to find out in the past, relentlessly questioning their target every day but by the time spring rolled around and it melted they still hadn't received an answer. Once they finally neared the ongoing show they stopped with a hum and a frown, spotting someone that looked familiar.

"Hey, do I know you?" Khepri asked Gen while tilting their head, the man's face somehow bringing up memories. Their thought process took just long enough that the man in question would likely be partway through his reply before they continued.

"Ah! I remember now. You look just like that guy I saw get shanked in an alley back in Egypt. Was that you? Wait, I thought you died? Didn't you? I thought you did." Khepri hummed. They weren't sure anymore. Which meant they had to get a second opinion. That usually helped. Turning away they innocently asked their question to the crowd. "Hey does anyone else think this guy should be dead?"

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[Aimoto Momo]

AIMOTO MOMO

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So much was happening. Not just on stage, but backstage and in the crowd too. There was a lot of which to keep track. Granted, the bulk of Momo’s attention had been assigned solely to fangirling over Vox. A different fox managed to grab her attention momentarily through compliments. A shower of gratitude followed after him as he hurried on his way—Momo was nothing if not polite. Which made the following decision making process both very difficult and slow enough that the inciting moment was well into the past by the time Momo had acted. Alas, her morals had to be heeded.

Momo took to the stage again after verifying that no one was hurt by the most recent display. “Um… sorry to barge back on stage and interrupt all of your amazing performances!” Politely scooting past people and hesitant steps didn’t really count as barging in most cases, but they did to Momo because it wasn’t her event. It was Zipper’s. But Zipper had been wrong. Heroes couldn’t, or rather shouldn’t, be heels. Not in Momo’s mind. And by giving Gen a pass, it had also set precedent for other bad behaviors. Like launching a full on attack to make a point or an impression. Even if it had no intended target. Which hadn’t even been actually clarified.

“I also don’t want to be rude, but the really strong guy from earlier,” Momo started. She had missed the point that his Hero name was All for One since it had just been burned onto the curtain and not obviously stated. She also didn't realize he was currently being accosted by strange accusations because of her own tunnel vision for accomplishing her current goal. “-he’s wrong. Like really, really, wrong.” She fidgeted uncomfortably. Causing a scene was the last thing Momo wanted to do. Second to last. The very last thing would be letting someone get away with bullying people without standing up and saying something about it. So she continued despite her unease.

“He might have a bunch of Quirks and be stronger than anyone else! But that doesn’t mean he’s better. And definitely not at being a Hero. Or what a real Hero should be. We aren’t just here to stop bad guys. We’re here to save people. Sometimes that means taking care of Villain threats. Sometimes that means search and rescue in a natural disaster. And being strong is really important for those things so he’ll be great at them! And I really hope he becomes the best Hero ever because I want as many people saved as possible! But sometimes saving people is about giving them hope and encouraging them through kindness and other forms of help. Or even inspiring the next generation to step up after us so we leave behind a good legacy and a better world even when we can’t be Heroes ourselves anymore. We all bring different things to the table and they’re all important. So none of us are better than any of the others.”

She rubbed the back of her head sheepishly and took a deep breath before adding, “Okay! I’m done! Thank you all for your time! And sorry again!” Then Momo hopped off stage once again before trying to find Zipper so she could apologize in person for acting out of turn.

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My, wasn’t he popular?
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To be fair, with all the attention he brought to himself, how could Gen expect anything else? When stars leave a room, all the extras wanna’ follow along. Sometimes they wanna ask questions, other times they wanna air their worthless feedback, and very rarely, some asshole will just try to kill you.
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First on that list was that vanilla midget he’d skipped past in line. Like some sort of comedy skit, Gen’s body froze, before craning his head, only to see… no one. After an all-too-noticeable delay, he looked down, finally noticing the runt. His eyes widened in a shocked gasp, the kind that was too over-the-top to be real. He was too tall to see him, or at least, he pretended to be, if only to get a rinse out of him. "Oh, there you are!"
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Of course, that wasn’t where his mockery of the winter fox ended. If he wanted to go up to him and waste Gen’s patience on his two-cents, then he was going to make him regret it. “So? What do you care about improving? You’re from Search & Rescue, you guys are just there to-” However, his punchline would never come. Behind the little shit, someone else was trying to make an impact.
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His eyes widened, but this time, there was no humiliating intent behind them. In one fell swoop, he brought his left foot down with every bit of force he could master. Gears moved at imperceptibly subtle speeds, as if they didn’t exist, and then…
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A wave of jagged ice would swallow the space between the rows of seats. Every man, woman, and object not fast enough to dodge would be trapped inside of it. To everyone’s eyes, Gen seemed to be included in at least one of those categories. For a moment, it really felt like evil had been defeated, though considering Ylva’s means, “evil” was a relative term. It really sank in when he stayed uncharacteristically silent in the face of such a transgression. Some might’ve even felt like they could start saying anything around him, they were wrong.
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Those who had the sharpest eyes knew better than to make that assumption. As behind the walls of frozen hydrogen, a gap had emerged, one small enough to shield the bastard. A wall had risen just a few feet in front of the living, breathing nuisance. It diverted the attack, just enough to keep its wicked wielder safe. In fact, it just so happened that Ylva was one of the only two people present who could say for sure what that shield was made of. Ice. One that wasn’t so different from her own.
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Gen was willing to let the show go on around him, save for one problem, this was a rather convenient out. A perfect opportunity to bail on this shitshow and eat the rest of those fries. He’d already made his point, and while there were new scores to settle, that frigid bitch wasn’t going anywhere. Lucky for her, he could still hear Ana complaining about lost treat, so the transfer student would be allowed to live… for now. His revenge could wait. There were better things to do with his time, and better people to spend it with. No need to go all out just yet, he thought…
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He couldn’t even imagine what possessed her to make such a bold set of claims, but whatever it was, she should’ve told it to shut the fuck up. Whatever personal guilt she would have suffered from biting her tongue could not compare to what life(or rather, Gen) had in store for her. “Oh, how adorable~” Gen’s voice traveled through the ice, teasing everyone who thought it could shut him up. “You think your opinion matters.”
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“Hope? Kindness? A better World? Hilarious!” Writhing tendrils of shadow began to creep into view, slithering between all the little cracks Gungnir’s ice had left behind. Soon enough, the shadows merged into a singular mass of ink-like darkness, one that bore a shape that was almost human. It began walking towards the stage, or rather, towards two of the girls who had just left it.A soft chuckle escaped from Gen’s amorphous lips, one that found its way each and every ear in the hall, much to many a chagrin. “Listen, sweetheart, this job is good for three things and three things only.”
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The young man held a hand up to start counting along. “Getting on TV, movin’ merch, and printing money, that’s what real heroes do. If you didn’t know that already, then you should quit, 'cause you're in the wrong line of work.” He paused, giving his lips just enough time to form into an unsettlingly wide grin. “Maybe someone should make you.” A hint of the hell that was to come.
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The shadows dissipated, revealing the same insanely punchable face from a few numbers back, unscathed from Ylva’s sub-zero terrorist attack. Speaking of her, she was next on his list. She’d attacked him in cold blood and ruined the immaculate throne he’d commissioned ahead of the show, but those were the least of her crimes. If it were just that, he could almost respect her a little. A shame she had to push her luck. Luckily for her, no one important got hurt. But, after Momo's little speech, he was fresh out of mercy.“And let’s give it up for our transfer student! Gotta’ say, that stunt back there took some balls.” Maybe if someone had done their job as school liaison, they could’ve warned Ylva that there was nothing to gain from dealing with the Devil. “Though if you wanted to gift me your Quirk, you could’ve just asked.”
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His hand pointed towards the former Shiketsu student, before shifting his index finger towards Miss Soapbox herself. ”You know what, though? Since you and bug girl over there wanted my attention so badly, you’re gonna’ get it! Full. Undivided. Attention.” By now, his overjoyed tone fooled no one. This wasn't an offer of friendship, this wasn't a compliment, this wasn't even interest. It was a threat, plain and simple. “Have a great year~”

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“I look forward to ruining it!”
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Walking atop the iceway, Gen would turn to leave the scene, this time for good. Five new enemies was a good quota for the day, and more importantly, it wasn’t safe to keep instigating. Before he left, the eyes under his mask scanned the room, making damn sure no blood was drawn from that stunt. He shot a look towards one person in the audience, one filled with concern so genuine, he had no choice but to hide it.

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Her blood boiled silently under the surface as she watched Ylva's performance intently with her arms crossed. Did that girl want to get expelled, or was she treating this whole thing as one big joke? For a moment she was concerned that Ana had gotten caught in the blast, but she seemed relatively unscathed, all things considered. Hopefully she could make it up to her with some fries later. The cat person who started talking nonsense about Egypt and death was another curious one. By all accounts their statement about how Gen should be dead should be grim, but it didn't carry that tone at all.

When Momo took the stage again her gaze flickered to the Red Girl. What was she saying? The strong guy from earlier? She was both right and sorely mistaken. Gen was wrong and only sought to make a complete mockery of the hero industry. His posturing earlier, his long monologues, it wasn't a sign of strength at all. It didn't matter if he had no quirk or hundreds, one person could not carry the spirit of heroism. It was just like Red Girl said, they all collectively had to do their part. Even Ylva. Even Gen. She thought back to Khepri's question to the audience. Should Gen be dead? No. He too had a role to play and critically, a couple of years to mature before he actually became a professional hero.

More importantly, as Ylva's supervisor she had a grown child to scold. ''Riis-san.'' Her voice was cold, harsh, demanding as she approached the girl. ''I trust you already know what you did wrong, and that I need not break down your idiotic display of power moment by moment? If you want to exercise your quirk for a display, you need to be skillful enough to avoid putting other peoples' lives at risk.'' She crossed her arms and glared down at Ylva. ''You better have a good reason for pointing your quirk at the audience.''

Ylva Riis

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With her headphones primed and ready she would dive back into her studies, the rest of the world around her becoming white noise as she had fulfilled her obligation and would get full credit for this. No one had gotten hurt so what did it matter? And even better no one, not even Andy, had decided to engage with her after she walked off the stage. Well that was until people started to give speeches about idk who really cares. If it doesn't change her grades, it truly doesn't matter.[break][break]

The one who was smart enough to get out of the way of her attack seemed to be addressing her as well. Boy was he louder than the other. She'd slide on her headphones entirely missing everything he was saying for the next 5 minutes or so of uninterrupted chattering. Boy, some people are way too long winded for their own good. Keep it short and sweet, no one cares.[break][break]

Due to the terms of her transfer the one person who annoyed her the most was someone she actually had to listen to. She'd slide off her headphones and close her book defiantly to listen to Andy's spiel before interjecting with her own points. Raising a finger "One, No one got hurt. Two, I was aiming purposely to not hit anyone as we agreed. Three, the terms of this was that I needed to attend and put on a display which I did just because you don't like how I did it doesn't mean I violated the terms of our agreement. Four, can I go now? I have a lot of work to do with an exam on Monday." [break][break]

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Julienne had been watching the Hero Landings class from afar. Her goal? To jump in and take her turn right at the end when they were just about to wrap up the entire class. The plan was perfect! Immaculate! There she was, all dressed up in what she thought was a rather nice looking outfit; white open-backed dress shirt, blue tie, blue shorts, even thing highs. Granted, this wasn't even what she was going to have for a hero costume; that was still in the works design wise. No, this was her normal, everyday outfit.[break][break]

Her outfit fit her ideology after all; her parents were vigilantes during their early years and were pioneers on the frontline of heroism in France! As far as she was concerned, the everyday man and woman should aim to be heroes! Villains should FEAR the common civilian as they could be heroes in disguise! Perhaps she would voice these ideas after landing. From how far away she was however, all she could do is hear the people on stage; their loud booming introductions only gave her more resolve to do her own![break][break]

Each student that had gone on stage did a miraculous job, at least, from her view. Some of them she couldn't really hear, just see; unluckily for her, the ones she couldn't hear would have been the ones to dissuade her from this absolutely stupid stunt before it had a chance to potentially become a permanent blight on her school career. A sudden burst of an ice ridge in the crowd caused her to clap lightly; that would be her signal to prepare! Soon, she was up.[break][break]

Her ears were no longer prepared to listen to what was happening on stage; all she knew was that the stage was on its way to being empty and the one girl standing there was performing a long winded speech. That had to be an outro! Her jets activated, and she launched into the sky several feet; high enough that she could see a man leaving the class. Was she going to miss her chance to show off? The landing strip appeared empty, so she was going in.[break][break]

Throwing her hands forward, air rushed in at incredible speeds as her back erupted in flames, the forces generated launching her rapidly at the stage; at first it looked like she overshot (she did), flying right over the stage as a blonde blur, but a quick contortion of her body caused her to launch straight up into the air again. The sound of the jet continued until suddenly, it stopped and the girl slowed down and began free falling. A quick burst of wind from her hands and she seemed to defy gravity for a moment with a backflip, before corkscrewing quickly back towards the stage with another quick burst from her back.[break][break]

In her head she repeated lines from movies about airplanes falling; turn up, turn up, stupid error message, she got this. Opening her eyes fully, she saw the ground rapidly approaching and timed her approach. Just before she was about to land with great force, she threw her arms forward forcing another gout of air forward, slowing her down rapidly before the engines kicked in once more, right as she collided with the stage with a loud slam.[break][break]

The position in which she landed in was your traditional two handed heroic ground slam pose, palms pressed against the ground, a slight tilt to the body with her legs both sprawling out behind her, knees bent inward. Inside however, her landing was far from perfect. Her arms ached, and her knees screamed at her for what she just did to them; more practice was needed, but she needed to mask the pain somehow. Rising up, she stumbled slightly before striking a pose, right hand up with a peace sign and a wink; but she couldn't see the crowd. Oh no, she was facing the wrong way! Embarrassment filled her cheeks with red before she tried to fake that it wasn't a mistake.[break][break]

Whipping her upper body around, she leaned back, keeping the wink and announced herself. "The future Vapro Trail Hero! Accelerator!" Her voice boomed out, faltering on the word future; a sign that she was internally embarassed. "My goals are to protect the soft smiles of the meek and innocent!" Lofty goals considering she just ambushed the stage without checking the scene properly. Keeping her pose, she would wait and listen to any criticism, not knowing that the tension in the air was from a fight having nearly broken out.[break][break]

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Tags: Ylva Riis | Masao Ando | Aimoto Momo | Mafdet Khepri | Zipper | Ryota Hada | hikari | Ana Borovsky | Kupo

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