[𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐲]

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What's happening? A supermove I presume but there's something in the air, something thicker than the fog itself. I turn to Hebi, not that I could see her. A few rabbits scatter, making their way in opposite directions, trying to find the perimeter.

"You okay?"

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Makitori Hebi

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KIMI NO TAION

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THE WHOLE WORLD IS PAINTED OVER ONCE AGAIN

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[attr="class","kiminoright"] Stellar was even more excited to hear Rahul's super move name - Lapin Lazuli. "Incredible! Fitting too with the bunnies!" She'd look to Hebi "He's absolutely correct! You both can soar to greater heights once you get more practice." They were both rough around the edges when it came to execution, but they had finished the entire process without any issue![break][break] Until a scream.[break][break] The fog had obscured her vision, but luckily, she had experience dealing with situations like this. Part of the stipulation for using this room was that there would be countermeasures set up in case something went wrong or someone got badly hurt. Medical staff on standby, high spec cameras that could function in even the most extreme conditions observing the whole lesson, and several other common measures such as fire extingushers, exhaust fans, etc. just turned up to 11. Still, the first thing was crowd control. [break][break] She didn't have to see to use her quirk with purple [calm] strands of energy coming out of her left hand and extending throughout the space, wrapping around anyone and anything in this empty room to imbue them with the feeling of overwhelming calm. "Everyone stay where you are and remain calm. We're prepared!"[break][break] The ceiling would have a few tiles open up, revealing exhaust fans, which began to suck the fog out of the room, and Stellar would aid in this process by using her right hand to form more whips and spin them around, making a fan of her own to speed it up. Once the fog cleared and visibility returned, it was clear what had happened - Kei overexerted himself using the super move. It wasn't the first time someone had done this, and it surely wouldn't be the last. "I need medical staff in here!" The door everyone entered from would shoot open, and nurses, along with a stretcher, would come and retrieve Kei. When they relayed the news that he was just unconscious and not injured, Stellar sighed a breath of relief, just in time for more damage control. "He'll be okay. I'm sure Nurse Yanai will take care of things; she's the best in the world." A heroes job was to help people feel at ease. "I understand everyone's concern. Part of the risk comes with exercises like this...no being a pro hero." She'd scan everyone's faces and release the purple strands, letting everyone return to normal. "We're at the end of the lesson, so anyone who can keep practicing do so, but if you feel like you've learned enough or need a break, please do so. You all did wonderful! Once we're done here, I'll be checking on Kei personally, so don't worry!"

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[Kurokami Gen]

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Miseria Cantare

Love, your hate Your faith lost

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written for Makitori Hebi, @julienne 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐲,Stellar,junsuina,placeholder

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The fog began to dissipate, and the sight of the unconscious Support student was accompanied by a second silhouette. What the rabbits, the snake and the sheep all saw was Gen, standing tall next to his victim, back turned to the rest of the class. However, more disturbing than any questions of “how” or “why” was the sickening smile drawn on his face. It wasn’t the same grin they had all grown used to. Aimed to get a rinse in his so-called peers. In fact, they might as well not have existed. For once, Gen was genuinely overjoyed.[break][break]

It worked. Ha ha ha. Holy shit. It worked! Look at him! Knocked out, on the ground, trapped in some nightmare, because of him! Not because of any self-inflicted wound or even a gadget he kept up his sleeve. He did this. It was his. Nobody could take it away from him. He didn’t owe it to some freak accident or someone else’s gifts. For the first time in his miserable life, Kurokami Gen had real power in his hands, one he could call his own. And it felt so good![break][break]

He didn’t laugh maniacally or have any long pre-prepared speech ready to go, he just stood there, looking down on his test subject. Neither the concerned screams nor the raging yells could snap him out of his trance. Only Stella’s string could make him come to. The high died down, and a faint bitterness began to develop, one he’d have to push into the back of his mind.[break][break]

With a deep breath, he turned around and All for One was back. Just in time to see Jun’s chains dissipating away.He didn’t say anything to her. The time for talk was over. Their date in the ring had been set, and though she didn’t know it, Stella had just decided the winner. All he did for now was simply watch as she walked off to brood in some corner.[break][break]

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“Unless we want to give the nurse more work”, unless somebody tried to stop him, Gen would begin to walk to the exit opposite of Jun. “That’ll be all for me.” However, right before he’d leave the room, he'd give these future has-beens something else to mull over. “Great work, everybody. I can’t wait to use all the cute little Super Moves you developed for me~”[break][break]

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[𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐲]

It all unfolded before our eyes. The fog dispersed, Kei was on the ground, and what surprised me most was the satisfied look on Gen's face. With all that power, there must have been some breakthrough. His lack of concern for Kei's well-being was noted — Jun's frustration, as well. Once word traveled back to Yaoyao how would she respond, too? The cogs moved as everyone went their respective ways. His demeanor is worth worry, it brings me back to whatever madness corrupted Farrin's father — was it this? Power? And the need to nurture it at all costs? I might have confronted him if it weren't for Stellar keeping me calm.

An invasive, imposition of one's will... I might have to avoid classes with her altogether. I thrive when under pressure... but now? When I'm at peace? I can think so clearly. And so, so slowly. I should have figured out what I was going to do before everyone left. But I didn't. The analysis took centuries before I settled on what I was most interested in.

Why fog?

Why was that how he chose to protect himself?

My rabbits disappeared. As did I, as I head to the nurse's office to check on Kei. He may not be awake now, but when he is? I'll be there.

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Stellar Kurokami Gen Kei Hada junsuina

[Makitori Hebi]

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| Makitori Hebi | @winding.snake.nāga
Location: UA's STAR, Tokyo, Japan. | Current Status: In class, dhmu.
Now Playing: grandson - Blood // Water

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A lot was happening. One thing after another. She'd have loved to respond to the joint praise, but that was made hard by the sudden sensory input of fog and screaming. Through it, she was able to hear Rahul's questions. "Looks like it. I'm fine, but... Fuck, where is he?" Honed as her body was, Hebi's senses were (on average) only as sharp as the average person's. The doors opened somewhere, accompanied by boots on the ground and a loud extractor fan. She'd been somewhere that sounded like this before, felt like this too, but couldn't put her finger on it. She didn't want to know. Didn't want to remember. From within the cold fog that had crept now into Hebi's mind and body, something bright and warm rose. Gen. Or at least she recalled that being his name. The hazy silhouette of his figure solidified as the fog cleared, leaving no ambiguity. He did this. Sure, they were training. Sure, part of this whole exercise was growing stronger and that required a target. But this wasn't target practice. This wasn't subduing, or battle. This was torture, it had to be.

Hebi was in a room full of people she didn't know. With the exception of Mood Ring, she'd never met a single person in here before. She was not 'friends' with Kei, nor an 'enemy' of Gen, lacking the personal stake in this of her red-haired upperclassman. None of that mattered. This was simple, unmistakeable malice. Nagako didn't want to get involved, said to turn the other cheek. Hebi cared very strongly about injustice, said to right this wrong. Nāga wanted 'All For One' to pay. She moved, though slower than Jun, that fire in her veins burning hotter and hotter until...

(Hissing like cold water in a hot pan.)

Nothing. She felt... nothing? Thought and emotion stalled, robbed of forward momentum that had been the only driving force. Somewhere between blissful content and excruciating brain freeze. Her fire was extinguished. One by one, senses returned.
Clear of fog, Hebi could see people standing in a room. Things were tinged in purple, but Hebi found that nothing but pretty.
The clamour of medical attention and dulcet tones saying something reassuring went in one ear and out the other. 'What are they saying? Why am I daydreaming?'
Scent and taste merged into one for the most part, a metallic mixture of her own blood and jet fuel. Her tongue didn't probe the air for anything else, as it often did. 'Blood? Fire? Am I in danger?'
Hebi's tactile sense told her that there was a constant pressure over her body, restricting movement. She was being restrained. Constricted. She couldn't bring herself to care about it. 'Why aren't I struggling? Have I given up?'

The cold advanced on her once more. Stripped of her passion, the fire that kept her going, she was defenseless as it lulled her to sleep. Comfortable oblivion. A quiet death, for a snake. 'NO!' The subconscious tried to stir something, as eyelids fell and the body started to lean back against its support. 'This isn't right!' Emotions crushed before they could grow by overwhelming calm. Generator potentials, struggling to pass the threshold and become action. 'Fight!' Muscles tense. 'Fight!' Eyes snap open. 'Fight!'
Summoning something below feeling, Hebi bites down on the purple whip. A second later, she releases, the closed loop only creating feedback. But she achieved what she wanted. A red-hot core of anger crystallised deep within, protecting her for now but unable to radiate outward. Hebi struggles against the restraint, though is still when the calming presence releases her. Catching Stellar's eyes, she could see fleeting wariness and fear where admiration had been seconds before.
She had escaped that place, ten years ago. The place where she was restrained and sedated, made to see pretty colours and feel fuzzy when she acted up. She was never going back there.

Having fully come to her senses now, Hebi found that Kei, Gen, and Jun had left. Her partner 'Playboy' and 'Accelerator' were soon to leave as well. Had she and Rahul even exchanged contact info? No, shit. Well, there was always next time. Here's hoping they had another class together. She'd have to summon the courage to talk to her senpai some other time, too. None of this displeasure shone through, cracked stone face regaining its form. Taking a couple deep breaths, Hebi went over to her bag. "Is there another group in here next period, sensei?" She addressed Stellar without turning her head, pulling out a small tupperware container. Then, she approached the teacher. "If not, I'm going to take a break and get back to training some fundamentals." She opened the container, tongue lifting something dark brown into her mouth before she held a similar thing out to the older hero (with her hand). "Want one?" If Stellar accepted the offer, she'd discover it to be a chocolate-covered cricket.

tl;dr
- I'm fine 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐲
- but he isn't Kei Hada
- boiling point, the kettle whistles Kurokami Gen
- ice water, brain freeze Stellar
- maybe next time @jun Julienne Lémieux (also Rahul again)
- time for a break (Stellar again)

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✨MISSION SUCCESS!✨

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✓ Super duper! A class with no trauma! [break][break]

Stellar - 10.750 // 15.750 (monthly cap reached!)[break]
Gen - 7.750 // 17.750[break]
Julienne - 20.750 // 30.750[break]
Jun - 50.000 // 60.000[break]
Kei - 28.500 // 38.500[break]
Hebi - 10.250 // 20.250[break]
Playboy - 27.750 // 37.750

+ 10.000 EXP!

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Tag: Stellar, Kurokami Gen, Julienne Lémieux, junsuina, Kei Hada, Makitori Hebi, 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐲

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