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[Masao Ando]

Teaming up with Ylva, Misaki and Junsuina? Sometimes she really did feel like she had somehow offended the principal of the school personally, and this was their way of getting back at her. All of her teammates were problems in their own right, some more than others. Since this whole exercise was based on trust she knew she was shit out of luck. Ylva wanted to win and become a strong hero, she knew that much, but there was also no guarantee she wouldn't throw this exercise just to get back at her. Misaki was an absolute menace if her personality bled into her hero persona, a true wildcard. Jun she wasn't all too familiar with herself, but she knew the girl was trouble in her own way.

It was clear as day, she was surrounded by idiots on all sides.

''If we cannot simply throw the potato, then it would be beneficial for us to stick together and communicate closely. While I do not know what the obstacle course up ahead has in store for us, I'd wager our quirks will be able to help us at different points along the field. So, our pattern is going to be trusting one another and reading the context of our exchange correctly. That means putting personal feelings aside and carrying our weight.'' She immediately didn't follow her own advice when she looked at Ylva and Misaki, insinuating that they were going to be the two biggest problems for their team dynamic. Crossing her arms, she continued ''That goes double for you, Riis-san. Make a mockery of this exercise if you must, but your banal and childish attempts to compromise the integrity of the games will follow you well into your prospective hero career. Or is that just another thing you don't care about?'' She took a step forward and got herself ready for the exercise. Seeing as she already felt negatively towards one of her teammates, Ylva, and she didn't count on the others either. How could she? Her family was watching, and a lot was riding on their success here today. Needless to say, things didn't look great for them. ''I have nothing else to say. Do your part for the team, or do us all a favor and forfeit right now.''

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She could tolerate Jun and Misaki; they both could be equally annoying in their own right. Misaki, if she got too chatty, would not be much more than your average person, Andy, however? She didn't want to be saddled with that chatty redwood. Her very existence irritated her to her core, and as much as she would have liked to, she wouldn't throw this exercise to get back at her. Her ambition triumphed over her dislike for Andy...just a little bit. [break][break]


Unlike her usual resistance to conversation, she would be very outspoken after Andy's dumbass, usual rant. "I'd suggest taking your own advice, Andy. This exercise requires teamwork, and I don't intend to fail; if you want to be presumptuous, I'd say find another group." She would begin stretching, which was her first time at the sports festival. She'd look over to make eye contact with Jun when she was done. "Keep close together, slow down, and disrupt other teams." Part of Ylva didn't even care if they actually passed this one, as failing meant that Andy would also fail, which was...hard to pass up. "We can probably toss it a small distance without it going off." She would take hold of the bomb and let it get her signature before moving back and letting the others do the same.[break][break]

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This was going to go great! 

The whole gang was together and for their fourth they even had Mood Ring. While Misaki hadn't talked one on one much with her classmate she'd done some snooping after seeing her appear in a news report so she had a layman's understanding of what she could do. Whether they could cooperate perfectly right off the bat remained to be seen but Misaki had high hopes.

Then her teammates opened their mouths.

Ho boy, she was going to have her work cut out for her. Exchanging a commiserating look with Jun, Misaki stepped between Masao and Ylva with her hands raised. Hmm, this was going to need a special touch but what...

At this moment there was an angel and a devil on her shoulder. The angel told her to respect their respective boundaries, not rock the boat and pick up slack where needed to make up for their lack of cooperation. The devil, well, the words she picked out between the maniacal laughter sounded like they were worth a try. Nothing united people more than a common enemy and Misaki was sure she would worm herself back into their good graces in the long term, the short term was what mattered right now. She knew both Ylva and Masao cared greatly about winning in their own way and she presumed Junsuina did too. Yes, their accomplishments were worth tanking her own reputation.

"Now now, you're both passionate but wait with all this until you're back in the dorms, m'kay?" There, that'd do it. Ambiguous enough to imply at something that'd get their anger to turn to her instead of each other but easy to explain away later as to what she really meant, that they were both passionate about winning. "Kiss, make up, yadda yadda and all that. Game plan time, let's focus." If she didn't have so much practice at keeping her face straight she'd be cringing at the ill-fitting act she was putting on. She didn't exactly have a lot of experience with playing the villain.

Suggesting they all work together wasn't going to go over well, no, she didn't know about Jun but unless it was their own idea Masao and Ylva were more likely to reject the idea purely out of spite. As much as she cared about both of them they had a stubborn streak a mile wide, especially when it came to not doing what the other one wanted. Welp, here went nothing.

"Let's split up. Neither of you are fast so forming a metaphorical conga line with me or Jun in first place to pass the bomb until we reach the wall is probably smartest. Sure, people could intercept like that but we'll be in more trouble if we slow down for the weakest link." Now that really, really hurt to say. Lying like that turned her mouth ashen. Sure, she might have been faster in bursts but Misaki had no illusions as to the fact that the real weakest link was her.

She didn't look at anyone while talking, both to make herself look more arrogant, as if it were all a done deal that the peons should listen, and because she couldn't stomach the thought of how they might be looking at her right now.  

"Actually no. An-An can take point with her armor, Ylva in the back cause, well, anyway. Mood Ring, your quirk can let you pull them our of the fire if you're in the middle right? You're probably fast enough to run between the two of them and hand the bomb over instead of having to toss it too. I'll run interference and pick up slack when someone messes up."

She was buying all three of them so many sweets to make up for this when they were done. Right now winning mattered most however, she didn't know all that much about Ylva and Masao's circumstances but she could pick things up from context clues. She just hoped she wasn't misreading things. That left Jun as the person she was least certain about but she could adapt on the fly if things didn't work out.

Touching the bomb to register herself she looked away from the team and towards the rock wall as she began to hum to charge her quirk. Right, she'd almost forgotten about herself. It was time to make sure she'd be ready for action too.

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[junsuina]

[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... Oh, boy, this was already not going well. This was the most animated she had seen Ylva, and they went through a life-or-death ordeal. "Right...I've got to agree with Misaki, this is not the time for...a lover's quarrel...?" The question mark was emphasized, giving Misaki a strange look. The girl was trying to antagonize Masao and Ylva in her own way, to try and channel their hatred for each other. Jun would have to give her props, and even more if the strategy worked. They had a job to do, after all. The problem, as she saw it, was everyone was going to insert their thoughts on what needed to be done and what could and could not be done with the bomb. She let out a sigh, reaching out to pick it up. "I feel like things are getting too complicated too quickly. Let's agree to an order on who's carrying this thing. I'll take it first, followed by Masao, Ylva, and Misaki. Whoever has the bomb turtles, whoever doesn't is running interference on any meddling. Let's try to rotate every five seconds." She tucked the device under her arm, looking over her teammates. "We should move as a pack, and treat this what it is: a bomb. We've been given the conditions on what makes it explode, so let's not do anything to set it off. Splitting up would negate achieving this, so if we can help it let's not do that. Our goal is to get to the end, and we should focus on that and that alone. Don't focus on any of the other groups, unless they're trying to make us fail." Jun hated taking initiative on this, but the plan was simple: give everyone as little wiggle room as possible to screw up their objective. She didn't know how successful this would be, but with her piece being said she'd move to the start line. junsuina,Masao Ando,Ylva Riis,Takanashi Misaki,

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[Masao Ando]

''Presumptuous she says. Riis-san, need I remind you of your past track record at Shiketsu? Calling your ability into question is entirely justified. That you seem to contest this point shows how truly delusional you are.'' She couldn't tell if Ylva stretching beforehand was because she was going to get serious, or just lulling them all into thinking she was, only to ruin it as soon as the game began. Misaki's comment earned her a silent glare, Jun too. ''Takanashi-san, that you would infer such a dynamic between me and Riis-san from our interactions is entirely revolting, and speaks volumes about what you lack to become a hero.'' Despite remaining stoic, the suggestion that she even remotely liked Ylva had gotten to her, even if it was a joking remark. She would rather redo all of her second year than go through this exercise with a band of misfits.

That being said, once Misaki actually started talking about a game plan and started making sense she did take a step back and remain quiet. She only interjected once to correct her. ''Ando. Not An-An.'' She said firmly, but didn't press the point. Despite being so good at taking the bait, she knew better than to try to argue with people like Misaki and Ylva about not calling her nicknames. While she would love to argue that she was more than just muscle, the truth was that had become her niche within this group. Stepping up she also made sure to touch the ball and have her signature registered. ''I agree with Kanjo-san. It would be most beneficial that we get this over with now. Let's focus on defending our 'bomb' and not overcomplicate things. Think you two could manage that?'' Once again she addressed Misaki and Ylva specifically. Taking a page out of Ylva's book for once, she decided to stretch her arms and legs while they still had the time.

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Being stuck with Andy was bad enough, but the other two were acting exactly like her. They were making things too complicated from the start, so she would state again , "Keep together, slow down, and disrupt others. As she approached the starting line she would point to a team that looked much happier and frankly hyper than they did "We don't need to test the limits of the bomb we just need to watch them fail and do the opposite. She was fairly sure that they would do something stupid, like have one of the group run ahead and try a long-distance pass. [break][break]


The start signal would ring out, and a few groups would rush out as fast as they could towards the rock wall, with the team she pointed out earlier getting there first. They were still within eyesight of Ylva, and as she walked, waiting for her turn with the bomb, she would wait until the bomb was being tossed to another person in the hyperactive group and would freeze the portion of the wall where their hand was. This, of course, would make them slip and fall, to which Ylva would count the seconds until the bomb exploded, knocking them out of the race. "TEAM 6 ELIMINATED." the loudspeaker would ring out, and Ylva, with her hand extended to grab the bomb once the nerdsmith finally handed it to her. "For now, we have 12 seconds before the bomb explodes." She would point to the crying kid who got eliminated, saying, "Best defense is a good offense." [break][break]

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Ouch. As much as it'd been the intention hearing Masao respond like that smarted. Her heart ached at the thought of how much stress she was under to lash out like that. If anything it strengthened her determination to keep up the act though. Clearly winning here mattered a lot and Misaki wasn't going to drag her allies down.

"Of course, Masao-chan~" Misaki replied in a singsongy voice to the tune of her humming, laying the annoyance factor on thick and charging her quirk all at the same time. 

That they were so quickly united on a plan nearly caused Misaki's eyes to widen in surprise, only experience allowing her to control her expression in time. Had she been taking them too lightly? Yeah, she probably had, Misaki realized as she turned away, briefly not able to look her teammates in the eye. They were all burning with the desire to win. The idea that they'd prioritize their personal conflicts over victory was almost insulting and Misaki loathed herself for believing it. Still, she couldn't discard the idea entirely. If she was wrong she could apologize but if she was right she'd cost them the match by switching tunes now. That wasn't worth the risk. In for a penny in for a pound, the show had to go on. 

"Right back at you~" Of course Masao could, she had no doubt about that. Her belief didn't matter though, only the opportunity to prove it. 

"Better luck next time~" Misaki said with an innocent smile and a wave to the team that Ylva had just taken, her message genuine but her tone anything but. She made a mental note to clarify that to them after the match while she gathered more and more phonic energy through her rhythmic speaking. It wasn't on the same level as what singing would do but it'd suffice in a pinch. Said pinch provided itself in moments and with it an opportunity.

Seeing one of the bombs fly just a bit too high for the person it'd been thrown at to catch Misaki dashed over and lifted the first year by the waist. His eyes widened in confusion but he caught the bomb nonetheless, albeit still unsure what to say. That was more than fine though, it was his teammate Misaki wanted to talk to, another third year that went by the pseudonym Aqua Umbrae. 

"MiiIISAAA-"

"No time~" Misaki interrupted the hoarse voice of her fellow competitor. "Gimme a lift up and we're even~" She knew her fellow student well enough, even though the woman hated Misaki's guts she hated owing someone even more. After this one interaction Aqua Umbrae and her team would be avoiding them like the plague for the rest of the match.

"Once."

"That's all I need~" 

When Umbrae placed a hand on her shoulder with a pained expression Misaki turned to face her team and gave them a happy, innocent wave accompanied by a similar smile as they sank into their shadows. 

"You three got this, I'll see you at the top. Don't drop the ball~" Ah, idioms, wasn't it great when they could mean multiple things? Her little wave slowly went lower and lower before the shadow zipped up the surface of the wall to deposit her at the top. She reckoned people were less likely to mess with her team when she was glaring down at them from above and could stop them from climbing far more easily than they could interfere. 

Taking a glance over her shoulder during a moment of leisure she took in the next part of the event. Her hum stretched just a bit longer as the corners of her lips curled up. Oh, she had ideas for this one alright. 

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[junsuina]

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[Masao Ando]

For once Ylva was making some amount of sense, but she hardly had time to think about that when Misaki was pushing her buttons. She couldn't stand the way she conducted herself throughout this test. It was almost as if she was taking the games too lightly and trying to make them all look like jokes. How could someone like her ever become a fully fledged hero? Instead of coming up with some kind of witty comeback in the mere seconds that was left before the games begun, she instead just resigned to giving her an angry glare. The type of glare that let her know that she had made her shit list, although she was probably already aware of that.

Almost within record time Ylva, brutish as she was had taken out another team. Easy for her to encourage everyone else to have a good offense when her quirk was built for it. Someone like herself, summoning a suit of armor? She didn't have the range, she didn't have the speed. At best, she could tank blows and that was probably going to be her role in this hellish obstacle course. Handing Ylva the bomb, they were all set to continue. Of course Misaki had to chime in with her abhorrent commentary too. ''Takanashi-san, focus on the task at hand!'' She scolded her for her condescending comments against the losing team.

Was she serious? Was she really leaving them behind to take care of the bomb and climb the rock wall? She would have shouted at Misaki again if she had the time, but they were on the clock. ''Riis-san, make sure to pass that bomb before you drop it!'' She glanced over at her teammate briefly as she started climbing. ''Kanjo-san, careful!'' She didn't see what it was, but some kind of quirk attack knocked some rocks loose and for a second there she almost thought Jun was going to fall down. She blinked her eyes when Jun called her Saber. ''It's Ando!'' She called out just as she was helped up by being flung. She hated having to rely on the likes of Ylva and Misaki. ''Think you can do that, Takanashi-san? Help someone for once in your life?'' Her eyes were filled with just as much spite as the tone in her voice, but she would be damned if they failed this exercise because of her. Once at the top she would accept the bomb back, before passing it to Misaki. This way, it had already passed through everyone's hands once. ''A bridge?'' She panted, looking at the next obstacle that awaited them.

Seeing as it was a log bridge suspended over a mud pit she immediately knew that her quirk would be useless here. A suit of armor that made her heavier? She was bound to crash through or slip off the bridge if she wasn't careful. ''Let's be careful about this, the two fastest people should cross first.'' She looked at the others, well aware that wasn't her, but ready to follow whatever plan the others might come up with. Anything to succeed.

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"Focus, Andy." Ylva would bark out as they moved through the obstacles. If there was anyone that was going to drag them down it would be a support student like Masao. Not only did she suck at this kind of thing, but she was too busy running her mouth. Instead of doing the smart thing and keeping track of the timer on the bomb. [break][break]

She would wave away the chains that Jun would offer for support, and instead, she would make a progressive, rudimentary set of footholds that would fall apart once she stood on them. She would use these to climb up, mostly skipping the rock climbing wall entirely, and once she made it to the top, she would begrudgingly agree with Masao internally and speak up, "Since Misaki is passing it back to Jun, they go first." She'd look at Masao. "Don't slow us down with your clunky armor." While she wasn't sharing quite yet, she did have an idea on how to move through this obstacle course quickly, but first, she would create a sheet of ice on another group's path and watched as they slipped and dropped the bomb. She would count the seconds from the moment it left their hand to the time it would explode. [break][break]



"8 seconds."[break][break]

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"Actions speak louder than words, An-An~" Misaki sang with a grin that could easily be said to be mocking as she knelt by the edge and caught Masao. Her shoulder nearly dislocated trying to pull the redhead up in one go but there was no time to waste nor could she afford to assist her efforts with phonic energy. She had the distinct feeling she was gonna need every bit she managed to gather. Well, the insult thrown her way had definitely skewn the decision towards proving herself in full too. Rationally she knew it was likely just tempers running high but the thought had wormed its way in now. Had she really never succeeded in helping anyone? That couldn't be the case, right?

Once Masao was up she accepted the bomb with one hand and pulled on the chain with the other to help Jun get up as well. Idly she spun the bomb on one finger to do a bit of showboating while waiting for Ylva to finish her own climb. She kept it close to her as she did and had another hand ready to intercept anything that came its way of course but this kind of arrogance was bound to put the other teams on guard. Especially if they did something that made little sense next. Controlling perception was half the battle, that was one lesson from showbiz she carried with her.

"Riis-chan, freeze an ice path on the right of the bridge, Kanjo-chan, shields as stepping stones to the left of it~" The next part she said instead of sang, not to mention spoke it far quieter. "Anyone else starts to use ‘em? Remove it under their feet." And back to rhythm it was. Tossing the bomb from herself to Junsuina Misaki got a move on. "Jun-Bun, you take one, An-An and Frosty-chan, together in the middle~" Speed was of the essence, the more their competition panicked the more likely they were to fall for traps or make mistakes.

If both Jun and Ylva agreed to the plan and did as Misaki asked she'd pick whichever route Jun hadn't gone on while being ready to leap towards the center log bridge at a moment's notice. If not, well, simple had a charm all its own. With the experience they all had making it across the log bridge should be a piece of cake too.

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[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... Jun panted once to the top of the wall, looking over at the next obstacle. Masao and Ylva's comments back and forth irked her, and clearly their competitive nature was getting the better of them. "Act like this is a real situation," Jun snapped, straightening herself as she looked over the field. "This is a bomb. People's lives are in danger. We move as fast as our slowest person, which works out. Slow is smooth, smooth is fast. Let's not get ahead of one another." She began to take point, looking over at Misaki as she outlined a plan. She took the bomb back, and while the nickname bugged her now was not the time to fight over it. "I can, but I need a moment. I have to reset a second to get the right emotion." There were questions about how Misaki knew Jun could do such a trick, but like the nickname those questions could be asked later. Taking a breath, she brought the bomb behind her and into the small of her back so the next person could take it, focusing on the path ahead. Initially she could only form two shields, but once she eased into her compassion more shields began to form ahead of them. Of course, she'd stop at five; once her teammates move past the first ones she moved them to the front, with an added effect of throwing someone who tried to be cheeky and use their path. Sorry, she thinks, focused on getting to the other side with her team intact. junsuina,Masao Ando,Ylva Riis,Takanashi Misaki,

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''That was hardly my intention, Riis-san. Unlike you, I know when I should apply my quirk and when I should abstain.'' Masao glared at Misaki, but didn't say anything because ultimately she was right. Actions did speak louder than words, and right now, what they needed was action, not to stand around and bicker. Although, she was going to have a long talk with Misaki about calling her nicknames so casually after this test was done.

She crossed her arms and looked over at Jun as she snapped at them. ''...Whatever gets us through the exercise.'' She gave a frustrated sigh before turning her attention ahead as well. She would join the line wherever the team deemed she was needed the most, being pretty much done with this whole thing, but not enough to quit, just enough to cooperate to get through it. ''Is everyone all right?'' She asked her team as she continued to cross the gap using the shields Jun had provided for them. ''If you need to pass the bomb along, just say the word, but let's not linger out here for too long.''

It was in moments like this Masao felt particularly fortunate that she wasn't afraid of heights, or she would have surely felt a lot more on edge right now. That was exactly why she was looking at the other girls' faces, trying to gauge if they were okay, or needed a little more help.

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"You've gone over your talking quota today, Andy." Ylva remarked as she made her way to the center of the area, going along with the plan regardless of how many people she needed to sabotage. "Only communicate when necessary. This is a joint exercise, and we have a bomb to carry." She'd turn to Jun. "It's a competition, it's not real, and you'd be a moron to pretend it is. Winning is all that matters." The entire Sports Festival was basically one big advertisement, and nothing mattered more than how you performed.[break][break]

Ylva would join the group in movement, being careful not to fall, but her attention was elsewhere. When it was her turn, she would take the bomb, but for now, it was her job to knock everyone else off who was moving on the alternative paths. With a couple of ice walls and slick traps, she'd watch several groups fall and made a mental note to count the timing of the bomb before it detonated, announcing to the group the new number "6 Seconds."[break][break]



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