[Sol]

Round 1.

Environmental catastrophes. Coordinated mayhem. Tokyo had been met with many great dangers lately, which only accelerated its need for protectors. As a response to these circumstances, a challenge was hosted for the hero hopefuls of UAU, to test their abilities in handling any situation. Several support majors and gear industries were called upon to craft their creations for the event as well, to not only showcase the ingenuity of their inventions, but the ingenuity - and perhaps bravery - of the participants who will utilize the experimental equipment.

Each student would be given a device that displays a list of gear assigned to them, which could be selected to materialize before them to use. With the sheer amount of gear available, no one was expected to physically carry them all.

Once everyone received their devices and assigned items, they would be led into a room, if it could even be called that. It was less like a room and more like a white void, the doors only sliding closed to emphasize the emptiness once the last student went through. The only things everyone would see are each other and a digital clock projected on the floor, counting down the seconds.

There was also a tingling sensation in the air. Not enough to be oppressive, but enough to clue many in on the fact that some kind of field was at work. Totally unrelated to the fact that any attempt at using one's Quirk would fail.

This discovery would be short-lived as the timer reached zero and the scenery shifted.

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The students would be met with darkness first. Pitch-black, to the point where not even one's hand could be seen if held in front of their face. Then one voice pierced through the void, followed by an echoed response.

Can't hold on much longer

But I will never let go!

Two flashes of coloured lights followed, joined in tandem with drums.

I know it's a one-way track

Tell me now how long this'll last!

A whine of a microphone suddenly screeched in the air, followed by a voice much smaller than the singing. "Hello? Can you hear me?"

I'm not gonna think this way

Nor will I count on others!

"Sorry for speaking in the middle of the performance. I was to state your objective in this challenge." Shuffling of papers could be heard. "A rockstar has the audience under his control. You are to subdue the villain with minimal damage towards the civilians."

Close my eyes and feel it burn

Now I see what I've gotta do!

The voice sniffed. "Well. Good luck I suppose. Shout your questions if you have any." Then there was a click. A spotlight shone on a stage set far and high above the group. The figure on top, red spiked hair and shades worn indoors, grinned down at the competitors below.

Open your heart, it's gonna be alright!

A guitar flared to life, and with it a mass of people would appear from the darkness on the same level as the students, ready to do their master of music's bidding.

With arms outstretched, they charged.

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Welcome to Armor Wars, UAU Edition! As a reminder, all participants must post at least once per round, but can skip one round if necessary. A second skip will result in no tokens being given. No max on the number of posts per round. There are six rounds total, with an optional seventh for everyone to write their closing replies.

If you wish to use your gear, add a TLDR on its usage in your post and we'll roll a die for it. If the roll fails, its drawback is revealed and you're free to RP it out as you see fit

Additionally, if you want to have any cool moments with your character but have it be kept as a surprise, or if you're just unsure of whether an action's viable, feel free to DM me (Sol) and we could try to work it out!

The next round will begin on 17/01/2024

Arataki Noa | Emilia Hall | Aimoto Momo | Freja Helt

[Freja Helt]

''It's no bat, but at least my equipment isn't that heavy.'' She mumbled to herself. A watch that makes her warp back in time, kind of like Farrin and Firestarter berries. With the watch she could probably make up for her mistakes when she made a misstep and the berries could be used as a weapon. The berries especially held sentimental value to her. Not only was it Sumi who had made them, but they gave her the ability to temporarily breathe fire. Wasn't that kind of reminiscent of old Freja's fire quirk? It took all her willpower to not tear up then and there, and instead she focused on looking at the other students she had been grouped with, offering Emilia a small, but nervous wave.

The white void they were currently in put her at unease and the digital timer on the floor didn't help. What if the floor was going to open up when they hit zero? What if they were about to drop 100ft? The thought alone gave her the chills. ''Hey, let's do our best everyone?'' She wanted to sound inspiring, but it came out sounding more like a plea. When the timer hit zero, she closed her eyes, bracing for whatever was going to happen.

But nothing did.

''Hm?'' She opened her eyes only to find... Darkness. Wait, did she even open her eyes? She couldn't even see her own hands, how were they expected to work in these conditions? Letting her hand trail along her arms she felt the Rollback watch she had been given. At least she still had her sensation of touch. ''Is everyone okay?'' She asked the others.

She let out a startled yelp when the voice penetrated the void. ''..Creepy.'' She whispered to herself, trying to compose herself after that embarrassing jump. ''Our objective?'' She looked up to try and locate the disembodied microphone voice, as if that would work. Her eyes were soon drawn to the spotlight as it shone down on the rockstar. The mass of people made her reach for her fire berries, but she hesitated to use them. These were people under his control after all, right? Just civilians fighting against their will.

''We need to get past those people, what does your gear do?'' She spoke up, ''I can only create fire or teleport back to where I've been.'' As she said that, an idea formed in her head. ''Don't hurt them! They're probably civilians!'' She shouted once more before taking off, sprinting right into the chaos. Maybe if she was lucky and acted quickly she could slip past the mass of people. In case she got captured, she still had her watch, right? What's the worst that could happen?

TL;DR: Freja is nervous, tries to hype the others up. She lets out a yelp when they enter darkness and the test begins. She asks what everyone's gear can do and states that hers can create fire or take her back in time to a spot she's already been to. Finally, she charges ahead recklessly, hoping to sprint past the mass of people that is coming for all of them (Freja has NOT used any gear yet).

Aimoto Momo
Arataki Noa
Emilia Hall
Sol

[Aimoto Momo]

AIMOTO MOMO

THE RED GIRL

Hype.

That’s how Momo had felt about signing up for the event. It was a chance to play with shiny new toys that were almost as cool as her yo-yo, perform, and meet her future best friends. What wasn’t to love? Of course, that had been before Jun had cracked her head like an egg and broke her arm. Not that Momo remembered any of it.

She was still hype though as she bounced from foot to foot while waiting for the action to begin with her partners in anti-crime. She just looked a little worse for wear with a bandage wrapped around her head and her left arm in cast. Her mask, at least, covered the bulk of the bruising that had spread down her face on the same side as her other injuries.

“Yeah, let’s do our best,” Momo cheered as an echo of Freja’s attempt in a much more convincing manner. She even managed an awkward pose. The awkwardness had been the result of determination. Since Momo wasn’t the type to let being temporarily crippled stop her, she forewent the struggle of trying to navigate the menu they had given her with one hand once things got heated up. So she had someone help her tie the bat she had been given to her casted arm—it was already stuck sticking out like a sore thumb anyway.

Momo had one of those too.

The vest and gloves were already in place as well, worn over her Hero costume. The attire had been allowed on the premise that it, you know, didn’t actually do anything besides make Momo look cool. Or she had thought so until a certain second year had told her she looked like a knock-off version of the Hamburglar.

“Do you guys think that I look like the H-”

Her question was interrupted by music. “Eh?!” Momo looked around. Not that it helped her figure out what was going on since the setting was suddenly pitch black. The blackout didn’t last long, but that didn’t mean Momo wasn’t still left in the dark. “How are we supposed to stop them if they’re way up there?!” If she had her yo-yo and two working arms, Momo could probably manage it with some help, but she didn’t, so she ran after Freja into the heart of conflict since she had no better ideas.

“Um! I hit things and play music that makes people feel funky and groove,” she shouted back while waving her broken arm and bat combo, complete with a side of wincing. “The gloves suck up spicy energy and dish out karma and the life vest… I’m not sure what it does besides puff up!” She was already such an airhead that'd she could probably float on her own if the arena suddenly flooded, but Momo firmly believed that it had to do something awesome in a pinch and that boosted her energy and enthusiasm for the task at hand.

Notes & Tags: Sol Freja Helt Arataki Noa Emilia Hall | TL;DR Momo ran after Freja. She has all of her gear out, but hasn't used it. The bat is tied to her broken left arm. She tells them that it hits things and plays music that can make people dance, that her gloves her absorb energy and shoot it back, and that she isn't sure what the vest really does. Because she's stupid. It makes her Vitality stat B.

[Emilia Hall]

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After a lengthy recovery, some required therapy via. the school counselor, and some official training, Emi felt better than ever! With her arm fully healed, she had spent the last month or so at the gym bettering herself. She'd even picked up a few new tricks that she was eager to show off! So the idea of signing up for a UAU-sanctioned exercise was very exciting. [break][break] The first thing she did upon entering the white void was look around at her group to see if she recognized anyone and was greeted with a wave from Freja, who stuck out like a sore thumb since she was a head taller than everyone else here. She would return the gesture eagerly, interested in catching up with her when they had the chance, but the transformation of the white void into a pitch black darkness made her refocus on the task at hand.[break][break] Taking the brief moment of silence to look at this menu she was given with her 'gear' for the duration of this exercise. 'Javelin and Drill Dozers...' she didn't have much longer to think about what those as the show had begun with the rocker provided much needed context as to what they were expected to do. [break][break] Emi wasn't close enough to Momo or Freja to hear their plan, instead choosing to go about this alone for the time being. She wasn't at full strength because of this field they were in, but she still had enough to subdue civilians. So she'd charge into the crowd on her own, using some of the grappling techniques she'd managed to learn in an attempt to put down the civilians that were brainwashed without hurting them. [break][break] Freja Helt Aimoto Momo Arataki Noa Sol tl;dr Emi doesn't use any gear (for now) and is separate from Momo and Freja, going into the crowd and attempting to subdue as many mind controlled civilians as possible with her Shootboxing (Grappling techniques) and not hurt them

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[Arataki Noa]

As someone whose hero capabilities were largely dependent on quirk usage, it might seem odd at first that Noa would sign-up for an event where they would be limited if not outright restricted from using quirks. But the girl was always on the lookout for opportunities to make up for her shortcomings and this seemed like a good chance to see how far she could go when given a random set of tools and dropped in an unexpected scenario with nothing but her wits and athleticism to carry her.

She mentally reviewed the gear she was given for this exercise. In summary they were an invisibility suit, a set of traps, and a mobility booster. For convenience sake, she was already wearing the suit. The descriptions were far below the amount of detail she would like for tools she was using for the first time and she as honestly suspicious that they weren't given the whole story. In any other situation, she might have discarded them just for the uncertainty factor. But that wasn't the goal today. People wanted to see these items in action. So as much as she would have preferred a different approach, she would have to tackle today's challenge thinking on the fly.

After hearing the objectives from the announcer, she got the impression that the group was meant to cooperate and work together. Well, that wasn't happening. They were barely even given time to say hello to each other, let alone discuss any meaningful plan. As far as Noa was concerned, it was everyone for themselves. She would at least reply to that one girl who was trying to initiate a conversation.

"Honestly, I'm not too sure what these things do. But I'm about to find out!"

She would exclaim, as she opened her menu and took out five Clap Traps at once. She would then throw them in rapid succession at the five closest 'civilians' attempting to catch her as she made her way towards the direction of the target villain. If these items were safe and reliable, then they should properly trap her unfortunate targets. If they didn't then it was a lot better to find that out sooner than later.

TLDR: Noa throws 5 Clap Traps at 5 civilians going after her while she heads towards the villain

Sol Freja Helt Aimoto Momo Emilia Hall

[Sol]

Round 2.

As the students surged ahead unafraid of their trial, the scene before them would continue to shift, as if the arena is shaping itself into something fitting to what already existed within it.

Two massive stereo speakers came into view, blaring out the song the man above's been singing. Maybe doing something about that would affect his hold on the people? Reaching it would be the hard part however.

After a few steps forward the floor cascaded in colour into the familiar squares of a disco dancer floor, blinking to the rhythm of the music. Which seemed harmless enough, especially since it added some much needed light to the place, though everyone would feel some kind of effect based on the colour of the square they stepped on. Warmth on red, cold on blue, a tingly sensation on yellow, weighed down on purple. The speakers were on the far end of the dance floor.

Right though, the hard part. There's still brainwashed people to worry about.

Noa trapped two with her bombs, with the glowstick-wearing concert-goers banging their fists on the shield before covering their ears as cheers and whistles were played within. The other three however were not so unfortunate. The bombs still burst but boos escaped them instead, loud as usual though no forcefield emerged. Momentarily stunned, they were eventually free to get away from that noise, with one diving down to grasp Noa's ankles, one prepared to ram themselves against Freja, while the last had their hand outstretched towards Momo's bat arm.

Emilia, by her lonesome, was handling the onslaught of people well, safely dispatching them behind her with ease. The numbers seem to rise though. If that problem remained ignored, she could very well get overwhelmed.

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Clap Trap Drawback: Instead of playing claps, it boos the target. The forcefield bubble doesn’t activate though, so the target can leave at any time.

Welcome to Armor Wars, UAU Edition! As a reminder, all participants must post at least once per round, but can skip one round if necessary. A second skip will result in no tokens being given. No max on the number of posts per round. There are six rounds total, with an optional seventh for everyone to write their closing replies.

If you wish to use your gear, add a TLDR on its usage in your post and we'll roll a die for it. If the roll fails, its drawback is revealed and you're free to RP it out as you see fit

Additionally, if you want to have any cool moments with your character but have it be kept as a surprise, or if you're just unsure of whether an action's viable, feel free to DM me (Sol) and we could try to work it out!

The next round will begin on 24/01/2024 @ 4pm PST

Arataki Noa | Emilia Hall | Aimoto Momo | Freja Helt

[Emilia Hall]

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The training was paying off! Even with her quirk effectively being disabled Emi's other skills were making up the difference...for the time being. She was able to hold her own and disable the oncoming brainwashed horde without much issue and whether this was because they were just that weak or because Emi had gotten much stronger was unknown. It also wasn't exactly relevant since results were all that mattered. [break][break] As she was internally praising herself for her growth she started to notice their numbers were increasing rather than going down, clearly the speed in which she was putting them down wasn't enough to bring down their numbers in a meaningful way. She would take a brief moment to regroup pulling herself back and away from the group to see what everyone else participating was doing. Some were taking a similar approach to her own and others were fidgeting with their equipment the best they could to try and find an answer to problems they were facing. [break][break] Freja and what looked to be the hamburgular if it fell in a vat of ketchup looked like they were in the planning stages or at the very least trying to coordinate before they took action. With the distance between Emi and the duo she couldn't really afford to leave the civilians alone and make her way over to join them instead she was closest to Noa who was more comfortable taking action. [break][break] The bombs she threw worked somewhat as they disabled a few individuals but some of them were clearly duds. However, it was the distraction Emi needed as she flipped up her menu and flicked between the two options. She'd look back at the zombie like crowd and her brow would furl at the idea of launching javelins into them so she clicked the Drill Dozer and the two drills would materialize out of thin air. Heavier than she expected but still workable! She would open up the handle and insert both hands which caused them to look and would press the button on the inside to get them spinning - the initial force of the RPM throwing her off until she could get a handle on it. [break][break] Noa's idea of trapping them seemed like the best option and Emi would announce her intent to those around her: "I'm going to make a pitfall; stand clear if you can!" and with that she would activate her drill and began to drill into the arena, trying to create a deep enough trench around her so that the group of civilians would fall in if they kept approaching. Well, that was if her gear worked as it should! [break][break] tl;dr Emi backs away from the crowd as she starts to get overwhelmed and takes the time to observe others. She opts to use her 'Drill Dozers' to try and create a trench/pitfall by drilling into the area for the wave of brainwashed civilians

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[Aimoto Momo]

AIMOTO MOMO

THE RED GIRL

The problem with Momo running straight into danger was, well, that she was running straight into danger. And without a plan to boot. She had a bad habit of that. Almost ended up crab food because of it. But she had a secret weapon!

Momo was lucky!

Luck, as it turned out, was often a matter of perspective. Momo was the first to discover the newest moves in a disco dance… floor. She had stepped on a colored square, her eyes not on the ground but the person zeroing in on her broken arm and the bat she was using as a kind of splint. The color in question was purple. Surprise at the sudden increase in weight sent Momo downward and beneath the arm outstretched before her.

She hit her knees and skidded under the guard completely and onto a normal patch of tile. “Owww,” was apparently the cheer of someone accidentally successful in dodging danger. Granted, it was a very temporary measure considering the circumstances. Momo scrambled awkwardly up to her feet and tried to think. It was very difficult for two reasons.

1. Thinking was hard in general for Momo.

2. She could barely even hear herself think once the gears got going.

There was nothing she could do about the former, the latter on the other hand… Well, Momo actually did manage to eek an idea out of her brain. The problem now was getting from Point A to Point B. “Think fast,” Momo called out rather ironically to the only person close to her—Freja. Then she charged at the other girl and jumped just as Emilia went to town on the ground, fully intending to use Freja’s body as a springboard to get her up and over the crowd and next to one of the speakers. Without her Quirk to boost her luck, who knew how successful that would be though. If she failed it totally had nothing to do with not giving Freja more warning or any other info at all or that the very landscape might be changing below her. Then again, if Momo did miss Freja, maybe she could still hit the target on the person trying to tackle her.

Things were, much like Momo, up in the air.

Notes & Tags: Sol Freja Helt Emilia Hall Arataki Noa | TL;DR Momo hit a purple square causing her to fall to her knees and skid beneath the arm of the person aiming for her and off the purple square. When she got up, she yelled at Freja to get her attention then charged at her and jumped, intending to land on then spring off of Freja. No gear used yet.

[Freja Helt]

The music was grating on the ears, if only because it was so loud she could hardly hear herself think. They were probably a weapon that amplified the rocker's power, but that also made them a weak spot they could target. Could her fire berries burn a speaker? If only she had gotten a bat. If she had a bat she would feel a lot more confident. She could only imagine how everyone else felt. It must be weird for them to not have access to their quirks when they were so used to it. To her this was just another Tuesday. Well, save for the zombie-like mass of civilians, the evil rocker and the blaring music.

She squinted when she looked down and saw the floor light up, blinking in time to the music. Were the teachers suddenly going easy on them? It wasn't ideal lighting, but it was lighting all the same, suddenly it was so much easier to see ahead of them. Without really thinking about it she pressed on, stopping on a blue tile to quickly assess the situation. Emilia and Noa were still behind her, Momo had charged ahead too... Was the AC on? She could have sworn she was sweating a moment ago. She started to shiver as she looked around frantically. A cold quirk?! Was she being targeted? She quickly turned back to the Hamburglar girl to warn her. ''Look out! There's-''

Only to see her collapse on a purple tile. Knees first too that had to hurt. ''Are you okay?'' She called out, wait- what was that on her arm? A stick? A bat??? No it couldn't be, what were the odds? Why was it tied to her arm, was her arm broken? Why had they allowed this poor girl to sign up for the arena in the first place? She was hugging herself to combat the cold, she could feel her whole body shake, even her voice. ''H-Hey i-is that a bat? I'm actually really good with bats maybe we could- AH!''

Right. The brainwashed civilians were still after them. The concert-goer successfully managed to ram into her from one side as the Hambatler shouted out her order from the other. ''Huh what? What are you doing?!'' She successfully acted as a springboard for Momo, although a rather unstable one as seconds later she slammed face first into the blue tile under her. Blue, purple, red, yellow... These colors weren't just random. Of course she would have loved to really sit down and dissect what the dance floor was all about, but if she didn't move she was going to get pinned down and become a burden on the rest of the team. Looking to her wrist she set the timer back and activated it. ''Please work, please work, please work, please work!!'' She braced herself, shutting her eyes as she let the item work its magic.

TL;DR: Freja helps Momo springboard forward, gets rammed by concert-goer on a blue tile and decides to use her watch gear to try and get back to a point in time a few seconds back where she was still standing up. Freja activated her Rollback gear!

Emilia Hall
Sol
Aimoto Momo
Arataki Noa

[Arataki Noa]

Noa was glad that she checked out how the items worked herself without blindly relying on the descriptions they were given. It seemed at least half the time the items don't work as intended. Well they were still good enough to momentarily stun targets, but now she wasn't gonna factor the force field trap in her plans cause it didn't seem reliable. True enough among those who weren't trapped, one of them tried to grab her feet. She jumped up to avoid getting grabbed and moved ahead forward.

Unfortunately they can't just avoid the people forever. One of the girls she was teamed up with for this exercise shouted that they were going to make a pitfall. Noa quickly took the gum out from her menu and started chewing. From the item's description,she should be able to make floating platforms out of the bubbles and now was a good time to try it out. She blew five bubbles to start with in a stair-like formation to avoid where the pitfall might be made while at the same time staying out of the reach of the controlled civilians. If the bubbles worked as intended, she would jump on top of one and hop to the next, gradually making her way to the villain. If any civilian minions try to follow her on the bubbles, she would throw a Clap Trap at them.

TLDR: Noa jumps over the civilian trying to grab her. She hears about a pitfall being made and decides to create bubble platforms to get over it and over the civilians. She starts with 5 of them. If any civilians try to follow her, she will throw a Clap Trap to stop them.

Sol Freja Helt Aimoto Momo Emilia Hall

[Sol]

Round 3.

Emilia's strategy to make a trench with her drill not only trapped anyone who ran into it, but it also destroyed some of the tiles that were producing those strange effects. Unfortunately for her however, the drill would suddenly stop its wreckage of the terrain eventually, stuck in place as its wielder spun in place instead at the same speed. She wouldn't be the only one having stomach problems.

Freja rewinded herself just before a gust of cold air escaped the blue tile. While she returned to her upright position, a wave of nausea would hit her. And it couldn't have come at a worse time.

Thunder, rain and lightnin'
Danger, water risin'
Clamor, sirens wailing
It's such a bad sign

The dance floor upped itself in power. What started as warmth on red would spit out spires of flames at their hottest. Blue blew out a chilling air that would slow anyone down with its frost, even freeze them if they stayed too long. Bolts of lightning struck to the beat on yellow tiles. And the gravity got so strong on purple that it would render people stuck if stepped on.

One of the only people out of danger currently was Momo. Blame it on her luck or strategy on the bad guy's part, but the dance floor was not going elemental on the speakers. From the safety of her spot, she had a chance to end the rocker's hold on the people once and for all. Would she use it though when her colleagues were getting sick on the dance floor?

The other person avoiding the elements was Noa. Her bubbles brought her higher instead, ever closer to the adversary they were meant to take down in their challenge. Seeing her make her up, the rocker walked to the edge of the stage towards her and laughed at her attempt. "Think you can slow my roll, little girl? I'd worry about your landing first!" As he played another riff, the last bubble platform she made would pop as soon as she stepped on it, coating her in the sticky aftermath. She had a few seconds to react before she did fall back to the ground.

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Drill Dozer Drawback: It will get stuck and send the user spinning at the same RPM out of control.

Rollback Drawback: User may get severe motion sickness after warping.

Bubble Gum Drawback: Bubbles tend to pop too early, covering anyone close with the sticky aftermath and slowing them down.

Welcome to Armor Wars, UAU Edition! As a reminder, all participants must post at least once per round, but can skip one round if necessary. A second skip will result in no tokens being given. No max on the number of posts per round. There are six rounds total, with an optional seventh for everyone to write their closing replies.

If you wish to use your gear, add a TLDR on its usage in your post and we'll roll a die for it. If the roll fails, its drawback is revealed and you're free to RP it out as you see fit .

Additionally, if you want to have any cool moments with your character but have it be kept as a surprise, or if you're just unsure of whether an action's viable, feel free to DM me (Sol) and we could try to work it out! Triggering drawbacks can now also be requested as a "cool" moment!

The next round will begin on 31/01/2024 @ 4pm PST

Arataki Noa | Emilia Hall | Aimoto Momo | Freja Helt

[Freja Helt]

She had a total out of body experience for a split second after using the watch, but then found herself standing upright again. ''I-It worked! I did it!'' She celebrated prematurely, arms above her head in excitement. A small victory was still a victory after all. Then she took her first step forward and immediately felt her whole world spin. She was reminded of that one time when she was little and she went on a wild carrousel with her parents. She had just had cake moments before, but insisted to go on the carrousel anyway. At this rate she was going to stumble and fall over again, good thing she had her bat to support herself on.

''Oh.''

She only realized her mistake seconds before she stumbled and fell again. ''T-Time out I need a minute.'' She pleaded to no one in particular as the tiles became even more powerful. Lightning and flames? Were they actively trying to kill them off? ''This is the worst.'' Hopefully Emilia and Noa were doing better. At least it looked like the bat thief Momo had made her way up to one of the speakers. ''And a one, and a twoooo..'' With some effort she got back onto her feet, cursing under her breath for using the watch and making herself sick. The path to the second speaker was somewhat clear, right? All she had to do was avoid the murder tiles by listening to the music and not let her motion sickness get to her. She probably looked ridiculous making her way across the dance floor, but she had to do something to be useful to the team like everyone else. She couldn't even tell how far away the speaker was, was it close enough? At this rate if she got any closer she might get attacked by elemental tiles at worst, or completely locked into a purple tile at best.

It was time, she had to risk it all on the red berries. Dragons could usually breathe fire at a range, right? How long was her range going to be? Was it far enough to reach the speaker? She hoped so and just to double down on her gamble, she stuffed her hand into the pouch and fished out a handful of berries, eating them all at once.

''Take this! F-Fire attack!'' She shouted at the other speaker. Time to make Sumi proud!!

TL;DR: Freja battles her motion sickness, tries to get close to the other speaker, but hesitates due to the dangerous light up tiles on the dance floor. Trying to attack at a range, she eats a handful of red berries and hopes for the best. Freja has activated her gear Firestarter.

Aimoto Momo
Emilia Hall
Arataki Noa
Sol

[Aimoto Momo]

AIMOTO MOMO

THE RED GIRL

Landing was a little rough, but Momo managed to stick it with just a few stumbles toward the speaker. She was suddenly really thankful for all the years practicing her balance and sticking landings from ballet and gymnastics. Though she could already tell she was getting rusty. Maybe she should focus on it more once her arm healed.

If her arm healed.

Given what Momo had planned (not to mention using a dangerous bat as a splint), there was a good chance of that not happening for a while. "Go-go-gadget gloves," she declared before reaching out to the speaker she had gotten near, intending on using her gloves to deplete the electricity directly from the source and render it at least temporarily non-functional. If she was successful, she had a choice on either blasting the speaker or using the gloves to try and save Noa after seeing her bubbles pop overhead.

If was certainly a theme of the day.

Notes & Tags: Sol Freja Helt Emilia Hall Arataki Noa | TL;DR Momo is using the gloves on the speaker to stop it by draining the energy. Waiting for a roll to see if she's successful to see if she can either destroy the speaker or try to save Noa.

Gear: Palm Pulsers
Rank: C
Description: A pair of gloves that absorbs energy from sources like fire and electricity that the user can then shoot out of their palms in bullets or larger blasts. Can also be used as rockets to propel themselves in the air.

[Aimoto Momo]

AIMOTO MOMO

THE RED GIRL

Energy pulsed from the speakers to the gloves. Momo had zero idea how it worked, only that it did. Even if it had been explained to her, there was a less than zero chance for Momo to comprehend tech like this. But as long as it worked, that's all Momo cared about. She had been lucky so far compared to the other girls in that regard, but now she was really about to push said luck.

"Go-go-gadget gloves," she exclaimed again. For some reason, she was convinced this was how she was supposed to activate them. Since it had worked the first time, there was no reason to risk not using the phrase now. As for what she was using them for... Momo was just going to have to trust that Freja and Emila could take care of everything down below since she was the only one that might be able to reach Noa. Even if the other two didn't seem like they had things under control. Hopefully that would change after Freja had her snack.

Regardless, Momo used the gloves to try and channel energy into the propulsion system. Her intent was to zoom upward to Noa and the stage edge she was about to drop like a stone from. If Momo achieved liftoff, she'd call out to Noa, "Hey, grab on!" And if she didn't... she just hoped whatever happened wouldn't make her cry in front of everyone.

Notes & Tags: Sol Freja Helt Emilia Hall Arataki Noa | TL;DR Sol rolled a success for the first glove use, so Momo is using them again to turn the energy she absorbed in her last post into propulsion to try and fly upward to save Noa from falling.

[Emilia Hall]

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Emi was pretty impressed by how well these drills worked. Whoever designed them did a great job! She continued to make a bigger pitfall as they drilled through the arena with ease, and had that been the whole deal, this would have been great! It wouldn't have been Emi though if things didn't turn to shit just as quickly. [break][break] The drills would suddenly jam. "Huh?" Emi would click the button inside of the handle again and...nothing. "That's not goooooooooooooooooooooooooooood!" The mechanism finally began to work, but it wasn't the drill that was spinning. It was Emi! [break][break] At first, she would continue to spin in place, unable to release her hands from the piece of equipment, and just like always, things moved from bad to worse. With Emi spinning like a beyblade she would begin to move around the area, going faster and faster as she spun across the dance floor.[break][break] Had Freja perhaps not been busy living out her dreams of being a dragon while internally screaming that the girl with the bat was no firmly out of reach, she may have seen Emi coming. Hell, if Emi wasn't currently trying to stop herself from vomiting everywhere, she could have warned her, but instead, she would collide with Freja from behind, sending the duo flying as the locks on the Drill Dozers disengaged, which meant her wild ride was over! The duo would end up, unfortunately, landing on a purple square and were now subject to heavy gravity. Well, it was not like Emi was going to be moving for a bit anytime soon- not until the room stopped spinning, that is. [break][break] tl;dr Emi is subject to the drawback which sends her spinning out of control. Luckily there was a well placed dane there to stop her and brace her fall...onto a purple square.

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