ALIAS
N/A
OCCUPATION
QUIRK RESEARCH INTERN
EVENT TOKENS
0
QUIRK
BLACKHOLE RESERVOIR
Archived
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May 31, 2023 17:43:17 GMT
Post by Emile on May 31, 2023 17:43:17 GMT
[nospaces][googlefont=Montserrat+Alternates:300|Montserrat:200,300|Roboto:400,400i,700|Source+Sans+Pro:700] [attr="class","ghoul"] FADE IN: [break][break] EXT. UNFORESEEN SIMULATION JOINT — DAY[break][BREAK] With the turn of the semester, U.A. Faculty prepare the UNFORESEEN SIMULATION JOINT for the upcoming quirk demonstration. Students have been given notice two weeks in advance to prepare their presentation. A form was included where students could request materials that did not breach safety protocol. The document also included a section for additional safety measures, too. [break][break] Students and heroes were gathered around the entrance waiting for it to open. EMILE (19) had been pulled aside by one of the faculty. [break][break] FACULTY [break]
Emilio Josh Rivera, you requested an escort?[break][break]
EMILE[break]
(nervous) [break]
Y-yeah. It’s Emile by the way. [break][break]
FACULTY [break]
Follow me, Emile.[break][break] CUT TO: [break] INT. UNFORESEEN SIMULATION JOINT — DAY[break][break] Emile is escorted to the inside of the Unforeseen Simulation Joint. To those familiar, it’s been repurposed for today’s event. There is a sectioned-off, dome-shaped area where the demonstrations will happen. In the most immediate ring of seats around them are professionals ensuring the safety of the crowd. In the seats beyond that which rise with every row, non-participatory students and faculty begin to take their seats as they pour in from the entrance.[break][break] Emile is taken to a private area for today’s participants. He is particularly sectioned off as per his request. Before the door is closed, people will have the opportunity to notice a four-link chain extending from his abdomen through his opened, button-down shirt. [break][break] [newclass=.ghoul] width: 400px; margin: 20px 0px 0px 0px; text-align:justify; font:400 12px/16px roboto; [/newclass] [newclass=.ghoul span] font:700 12px/16px roboto; color:#6f4a5c;[/newclass] |
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ALIAS
Prism
OCCUPATION
Student
EVENT TOKENS
100
QUIRK
Power Prism
Archived
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Post by Miroru on Jun 1, 2023 3:11:07 GMT
 Department of Heroes Freshman
Someone had to go first. Don't be afraid to be a show off! This is literally specifically so folx can show off the stuff they've figured out how to do at this point! It's not just a showcase of FLEX but also a way to show off how your character approaches things. Shy and jittery? Big flashy nonsense? A fucking choreographed production with a soundtrack you produced yourself?
LET'S SEE THE NONSENSE.
Staff placed the small podium Miroru had requested in the middle of the street in front of the observation area before vacating the area. From behind one of the buildings, Miroru walked into view and moved to the podium, adjusting a mic pinned to her chest as she does. "Testing." Confirming it was working, she got started.
"I'll make sure not to waste more of your time than necessary," she stated clearly, her voice carried through the speakers in the observation seats, her hands folded behind her back in front of the podium. "In most circumstance, my quirk, Power Prism, is mainly relegated to utility and logistics roles." As she spoke, she demonstrated, twisting the light along the streets to display bright yellow holographic hazard tape, clear arrows along the road indicating the safest ways to proceed.
"Evacuations are magnitudes easier when new and adaptive signs to direct exfiltration can be managed in real time." Overhead, a huge hologram of the Hero Association's icon blazed overhead with an indicator plunging towards the ground to indicate where assistance would be needed. "As is coordinating emergency responses in real time. Even more so-"
Abruptly every cell phone in the area buzzed with a priority alert, beeping three times. Every phone checked would show a text message stating "This is part of the demonstration" and the speakers continued to project her voice. "-when access to emergency broadcast channels also rely on the same electromagnetic foundation as the light used to construct these signs; the public address systems; and my very appearance here." As the words were delivered, Miroru herself disappeared entirely, revealing that she'd never been physically present in that spot in the first place.
Instead, a broad holographic display showed them where she really was- in the streets just outside the dome, looking into her phone for the image from her camera that she was recreating inside the dome. She wasn't wearing a microphone, making it clear she'd simply broadcast the digital signals to replicate her voice into the speaker systems inside the dome.
"But I know that fancy light shows and logistics demonstrations aren't what you're here to see today," her voice intoned over the speaker system as the image shifted to her own view as she turned away from her phone towards the same view down the street away from the dome her phone had held a moment ago, likely due to being unable to watch the phone's screen as well as what she was doing at the same time. "So, I'll finish on a more expected note. In MOST circumstances, logistics and utility is where my quirk shines. But in the RIGHT circumstances-"
The view abruptly darkened violently as the clear, bright sky for hundreds of feet overhead in all directions outside the dome went black, light still streaming in from all sides but completely blocked from above.
"-it can do... this."
A single, hair-thin beam of light descended from the black-out sky overhead and lanced silently down into one of the buildings nearby. Sunlight- all of the sunlight pouring down into a couple hundred thousand square feet of aerial real estate, funneled into a single beam the breadth of a needle- fired straight down through the building, turning the matter in a pillar straight down through its core into superheated gasses in an instant. And in the next, they did what such gasses did- and exploded outwards, pulverizing the building and catapulting its constituent pieces outwards in the way of such things with a thunderous boom felt even inside the protective dome.
The audience's view of the explosion was short-lived, as the perspective shifted as Miroru moved behind a building for cover just before a showering cascade of concrete debris rained down on the dome, pattering for a few moments as Miroru closed out her exhibition, her view of the rubble falling into the streets outside the dome lasting until she signed off.
"I am Prism, the Spectrum Hero, and I thank you for your time and attention.
Please enjoy the show."
The display ended.
I can pay no price too great for justice.
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Seek Heaven through violence
ALIAS
Sun Wukong
OCCUPATION
U.A. Student
EVENT TOKENS
0
QUIRK
King Of The Monsters
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Post by Zenkai Hatake on Jun 1, 2023 21:43:49 GMT
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[attr="class","ZenkaiExposition"]Quirk presentations? Naw, that wasn't his jam, he hadn't used his quirk in...eh it didn't really matter at this point so there was no point dwelling on it. The titan let out a loud yawn as he watched the Prism heroes gaudy display of her quirk, cringing slightly as everything went dark only for a thin beam of light to appear and obliterate the pillar. The excess of it all made him want to turn around and walk away from grandiose show of autofellatio but he already had his food with him and the staff was kind enough to already start setting up the table for him so he figured it would be a little rude to for him to just leave right now.
As Miroru left, Zenkai entered, slowly walking over to the table as he was handed a microphone by the staff. "Yo...This thing on?" Zenkai tapped the microphone until it did that Weird screechy thing that microphones did. "I'm Zenkai, and I'm here to show of two of my abilities" The titan sat down at the table and dropped the gigantic crate of cheesesteaks down in front of him. "Well..." The golden boy clapped his hands together "Itadankyouverymasu or Whatever" The titan bellowed before digging in.
For the next thirty five minutes straight the enlightened one would unwrap a cheesesteak before slowly eating it. Over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over. Once he had finished all of the cheese steaks he stood up from the table, cleaned his face off and tossed everything into the trash before heading towards the door.
"Oh...My second ability, almost forgot" Zenkai grumbled as he spun around "Now, I Want you all to pay close attention please!" Once Zen felt he had all eyes on him, he opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue before moving it upwards until it touched his nose "Ta-da!" Jazz hands.
"Anyway, I guess My hero Name is Sun Wukong or some shit, I dunno, I didn't come up With it...Later" With that the Titan kicked open the doors to the USJ and strolled out. [googlefont="Raleway"][googlefont="Source Sans Pro"][Googlefont="Pathway Gothic One"] [newclass=".ZenkaiBackground"]background-color:#1b1b1b;width:500px;border:solid 20px #252525;padding-bottom:30px;[/newclass] [newclass=".ZenkaiImage"]height:200px;width:200px;border:3px double #0a47ff;outline:10px solid #0a47ff;margin:10px;background:url(https://i.ytimg.com/vi/bQ-6A5zxKko/maxresdefault.jpg);background-size:cover;margin-left:50px;margin-top:40px;[/newclass] [newclass=".ZenkaiTitle"]width:180px;font-size:30px;font-family:Pathway Gothic One;text-align:center;font-style:italic;text-transform:uppercase;margin-top:15px;color:#0a47ff;[/newclass] [newclass=".ZenkaiSubtitle"]width:180px;font-family:Pathway Gothic One;font-size:15px;letter-spacing:4px;margin-top:-5px;text-align:center;text-transform:capitalize;border-bottom:solid 2px #0a47ff; color:#fff;opacity:0.8;[/newclass] [newclass=".ZenkaiTags"]width:180px;font-size:11px;font-family:Source Sans Pro;color:#fff;[/newclass] [newclass=".ZenkaiNotes"]width:170px;height:70px;text-align:left;font-family:Source Sans Pro;color:#fff;font-size:11px;padding:10px;overflow:auto;margin-top: -20px;[/newclass] [newclass=".ZenkaiExposition"]padding:10px;width:400px;line-height:12px;text-align:justify;font:11px Source Sans Pro;color:#ffffff;padding-top:20px;padding-bottom:20px;border-top:5px solid #0a47ff;border-bottom:5px solid #0a47ff[/newclass] [newclass=".ZenkaiExposition b"]color: #0a47ff;[/newclass] |
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ALIAS
N/A
OCCUPATION
QUIRK RESEARCH INTERN
EVENT TOKENS
0
QUIRK
BLACKHOLE RESERVOIR
Archived
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Post by Emile on Jun 7, 2023 22:21:22 GMT
[nospaces][googlefont=Montserrat+Alternates:300|Montserrat:200,300|Roboto:400,400i,700|Source+Sans+Pro:700] [attr="class","ghoul"]Emile’s turn.[break][break] The area was cleared out of everything worthwhile — from equipment to microphones, to whatever was movable. Stepping out alongside him were four astronauts, suits and all, guiding Emile to the target zone. After he had been dropped off, they would walk in each of the cardinal directions until they were equidistant from Emile and each other. [break][break] A voice played on the intercom. [break][break] EMILE (V.O)[break]
My name is Emilio Joshua Rivera. I elected to be part of the demonstration to find people like me... people who want to get rid of their quirk. [break] The host nods at Emile. It's time to start. [break][break] EMILE (continued)[break]
I’ll let the rest speak for itself. [break] Emile opens his black button-down shirt. He reveals a four-link chain where his umbilical used to be — should have been. The observant would notice a few scars around his navel. A shaky hand reaches down and grabs the chain. Emile winces, hoping the astronauts keep their word.[break][break] He pulls and…[break][break] Nothing? [break] EMILE[break] What’s… going on…? [break][break]
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ALIAS
ERASURE
OCCUPATION
SECOND YEAR STUDENT
EVENT TOKENS
0
QUIRK
ERASURE
Archived
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Post by aneko on Jun 7, 2023 22:37:31 GMT
 IN THE CITY OF FOOLS, I WAS CAREFUL AND COOL [attr="class","eire"]This wasn't exactly Aneko's style. The group of people with flashy abilities, showing off to the world what you were capable of- yeah, not exactly her forte, especially since the most she could show off were a couple of glowing irises and swearing that the dude in front of her couldn't use their quirk. It wasn't as if quirk suppression was a novel concept, either, so it's not like it'd get many wows, anyway. But, as she sat off to the side, there was something about what came over the intercom that caught her interest. A want to get rid of their quirks. In the society they lived in, quirks had birthed an entirely new career; the better your quirk, the more chance you had to be the face of something big. However, there were still cases that deviated from the norm- just like how every mutation throughout evolution isn't exactly helpful, quirks must've been the same. While some get off free with some sort of useless ability or, at worst, something inconvenient, there were certainly a group of people who found themselves at the mercy of powers that felt as though they didn't belong in their body. As he prepared himself, undoing his shirt and revealing the chain, Aneko leans forward. Her irises flicker from dull tones to bright red, shining ever so slightly as she focuses her gaze on Emile. Quirks that were out of control were foreign to her, something she had only thought about when they came up in the news- however, what if those quirks could be contained? She wasn't the type to dream big, or act like a saint, but what if there was a shred of hope for those who live bound by powers they never asked for? She narrows her gaze as he pulls on the chain, and then... nothing! It was nothing! His immediate confusion shows that it worked. While she had thought her quirk was only really fit for potentially disabling villains, this was something new. A facet of control to something uncontainable. She stands up from the spectators, a sudden need to explain herself for interrupting this. "O-Oh! Sorry!" She calls out, hoping she managed to raise her voice enough. "I just wanted to uh... what was it... test something." Oh god, were eyes on her now? Maybe she should've just disabled her quirk and slinked away, without a person knowing what had happened. "Ah, shit, did I ruin your showcase? Sorry, it just sounded like... er, never mind. Let me just..." She blinked, and his quirk returned to him. Usually, that was something that would be celebrated, although she wasn't exactly thinking of the possibility that once it was started, even if stalled, it couldn't be stopped. but they tore me apart like a hurricane. [attr="class","mizocredit"] [newclass=.mizocredit]font:bold 6pt calibri;color:#ffffff;[/newclass][newclass=.eire b]color: #802D35;[/newclass][googlefont=Open+Sans][googlefont=Karla] |
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ALIAS
N/A
OCCUPATION
QUIRK RESEARCH INTERN
EVENT TOKENS
0
QUIRK
BLACKHOLE RESERVOIR
Archived
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Post by Emile on Jun 7, 2023 22:48:36 GMT
[nospaces][googlefont=Montserrat+Alternates:300|Montserrat:200,300|Roboto:400,400i,700|Source+Sans+Pro:700] [attr="class","ghoul"]Hand on chain. Fifth link revealed. [break][break] A voice calls out from the crowd. They were testing something. Thoughts sprang to Emile’s mind before he called out, too.[break][break] EMILE[break]
(hopeful)[break]
Did you stop it? No one’s eve— [break] One moment he’s Emile, the next he’s an ever-expanding black hole. The astronauts push their hands to the edge of his being and keep him from breaking the barrier. Emile doesn’t understand the physics — their quirks might be physics-defying — but he put his trust in them. When he was a person, anyway. For now, he was nothing more than an astronomical anomaly. [break][break] A second passes. Then ten. Then sixty. [break][break] He’s Emile again but he’s missing a chain. He desperately looks to the crowd but his body gives out on him. They wheelchair him out of the premises. [break] [newclass=.ghoul] width: 400px; margin: 20px 0px 0px 0px; text-align:justify; font:400 12px/16px roboto; [/newclass] [newclass=.ghoul span] font:700 12px/16px roboto; color:#6f4a5c;[/newclass] |
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YOU'VE BEEN CAUGHT IN 4K 📸💥
ALIAS
Chirp ♪♪
OCCUPATION
Detective
EVENT TOKENS
0
QUIRK
Deja View
Archived
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Post by CHIRP ♪♪ on Jun 7, 2023 22:56:59 GMT
[nospaces][googlefont=Montserrat+Alternates:300|Montserrat:200,300|Roboto:400,400i,700|Source+Sans+Pro:700] [attr="class","chirp"] CUT TO: [break] As people’s eyes follow Emile get escorted, they find themselves looking back at a short, blonde wearing an excessively red jacket with rose-tinted glasses to match. But most notably, his face obscured by a camera he’s pointing at the crowd. It’s recording. [break][break] GABRIEL[break]
Well, that’s sure hard to follow up! [break] Gabriel hovers over Aneko and gives a thumbs up. [break][break] GABRIEL [break]
(re: aneko)[break]
Try not to stop mine, yeah? [break] He doesn’t wait for a response.[break][break] GABRIEL [break]
My name’s Gabriel Dos Santos! I’m in the business department and my quirk is underwhelming. But you know what isn’t? My business savvy. And my devilish good looks. Consider this a proposition! [break] The educators look toward one another and a few security guards start making their way toward Gabriel. [break][break] GABRIEL[break]
Okay, okay! I’ll make it quick. I… [break] His eyes start glowing red.[break][break] GABRIEL[break]
Can do this! Cops are coming. Toodles~ [break] Security drags him away. [newclass=.chirp] width: 400px; margin: 20px 0px 0px 0px; text-align:justify; font:400 12px/16px roboto; [/newclass] [newclass=.chirp span] font:700 12px/16px roboto; color:#bd5e54;[/newclass] |
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