[Demura Kano]

 

- Unforeseen Simulation Joint: Downpour -

"Time to focus up, heroes!"

The Red Sin continually banged onto the side of the building, shrieking over the storm as he did. The double-paned glass of the building eventually would shatter, though thankfully this was only the very upper floor of the office, and so wouldn't cause harm to the civilians below. Though that was only a fact for so long as he stayed on the roof....

"I SEEM TO REMEMBER HIM ENJOYING A COUPLE OF FINE MEALS!" He cried out. He then belted out an ear shattering shrill laugh, even as the darkness began to envelop him, either not caring, or not noticing. There was no telling which would be scarier. "HEY, WHO TURNED OUT THE LIGHTS!" Unable to see, save for the bright, almost blindingly so beacon of light that was the interior of the office building, the Red Sin would drop down to ground level, covering his eyes with his tendrils. "YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY!" And would begin to have a tantrum, whipping his arms and tendrils out wildly around him, causing further collateral damage.

The civilians within cowered behind Ironclad, even as she picked herself off the ground from her sudden surprise entrance.

"A hero?"

"We'll be okay, we'll be okay!"

"Shh, calm down, we're safe now..."

Several hushed voices could be heard from the small group, the relief and fear still held within their tones still present. The thugs seemed to be even further emboldened by this, their posture and demeanor appearing eager and energetic. They wielded an assortment of melee objects, such as pipes, thick branches, metal bats, and one even had found a rather large meat cleaver. They'd stalk towards Ironclad, likely looking to take down the hero-to-be, and then have 'fun' with her wards.

The Black Sin buckled in the opening of the storefront at Oberon's charge, falling forward and onto a knee as he proceeded to pelt his back. "AH! SOMEONE WITH A BIT OF MEAT ON THEM!" He twisted and attempted to shrug off his attacker, stepping out of the opening and back onto the battered streets. "ONCE I FINISH WITH YOU, LITTLE APPETIZER, THAT'LL MAKE THE MAIN COURSE ALL THE BETTER!" He shouted, before coiling together his tendrils into something akin to a giant hand, and flipping a nearby compact car over towards wherever Oberon was.

JUNIER of GS + Adox

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[THE SIN TWINS]

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Awareness: D-
Presence: C+
Constitution: C
Speed: B
Dexterity: D-
Strength: B
Quirk: B (The Sin Twins possess the same Quirk "Ink Squid", which is a Mutation-type in which their bodies are made of a vicious, oily substance. They are able to create tendrils form their body that can reach out and grab objects, people, and are powerful enough to smash through walls. They are also able of coiling these tendrils together to make them stronger.)
Combat: C-

[Mooks]

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Awareness: [C)
Presence: [C)
Constitution: [C)
Speed: [C)
Dexterity: [C)
Strength: [C)
Combat: [C)

|Miroru|Farrin|Johanna Larsen|

[Miroru]

Rokuhane Miroru

Department of Heroes Freshman

Prism, the Spectrum Hero

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"Yeah, and he enjoyed them before he got to the brick house, doofus!" Miroru yelled towards the Red Sin, following up with "That'd be me! You want the lights back?"

The Red Sin lashed out all around, caving in brick, glass- and wood, as the lashings in Miroru's direction crushed through the power pole and collapsed it entirely, sending a live wire plunging down into the massive puddle of the lawn. The electricity didn't get the chance to radiate outwards- Miroru was ready for it, and as the rampant energy in the power line roared up out of the water on her command,she formed half of it into a copy of her own silhouette in the darkness like a storm demon come to deliver a reckoning. An intimidating decoy with nothing inside to attack! The rest curled into a rippling ribbon of lightning above its back, mimicking the raiment of the Raijin!

"YOU CAN HAVE'EM!"

The "demon" charged at the Red Sin, the incredible amount of electricity flowing from the power line filling it with massive amounts of electrical power kept under Miroru's tight leash. She hadn't seen any evidence this guy was any tougher than a normal person, just strong and fast, and she sent the "demon" barreling at him, launching some particularly nasty taser-style blasts from the "Ribbon" to curl between the Sin and the damaged office, aiming to drive him away from them or take them out! She made sure they were strong enough to knock out a person in peak physical form, but kept a firm grasp on the energy to prevent it spreading into the water and causing unintentional injury or collateral- all while Miroru stood in the darkness, directing the battle from out of sight!

I can pay no price too great for justice.

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[Johanna Larsen]

Despite her best attempts to look brave and unyielding, the more she took breaths the more she still felt the aftereffects of going through a wall at high speed, but in situations like this she had to keep her shoulders high and her face pointing towards the enemy.

Civilians depended on her, if she couldn’t do it here then why would she even be looking to be a hero anyways? And the words from the civilians breathed further life back into her as she rebuilt her shield and mace.

”Back for round two, are you boys?” she’d growl a little under her breath as the goons had picked themselves back up, and seemed rejuvenated now that their leaders had entered the fray.

She’d take a step forward and threw a heavy low swing at the group, one that was more meant to push them back rather than take their feet out from under them. But as she did, a duo of them would try to split off and go at the civilians cowering.

”Take on someone who can fight back, cowards!” she yelled at the two as she used her uncanny swiftness to close the distance and tackle them off their feet.

But with her back turned towards the rest, it would mean they would see their chance to try and launch an attack at her back, which she had left relatively unarmoured in favour of frontal defence.

Most of their attacks were lazy and unguided, clanging off her armour and at best chipping bits and pieces off it. But one would strike lucky against the inside of her knee, causing to buckle for just a second.

She’d use her mace to keep her standing only just, as she looked at the civilians. ”I will deal with these bozos, be sure to stay back.” she’d tell them with an amount of authority on her voice that she’d not usually use.

With her staggered, all the hyena’s attention would be towards her, the biggest and most exciting target. They wanted to take her out, have some bragging rights among their goon friends, but Johanna was only beginning as she stoically let her armour endure the barrage, letting it slowly whittle away.

Time was on her side, and she trusted her allies to come through.

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arrin was quick to backpedal onto the street as the Black Sin recovered. The larger threat had its sights set on the time-turner now, as he had hoped, but Ironclad would have to handle the thugs within. Whoever finished their respective opposition first would need to reinforce the others. For now, that meant digging into the walking mound of ink and shadow alone. 

"Funny guy are yuh?" Farrin taunted, throwing a temporal deceleration field around the vehicular projectile. As the car came into contact with the field, it was slowed to a snail's pace, mid-air. Meanwhile, the young hero-aspirant was on the move.

Farrin sped ahead, straight under the car and the field slowing it so, directly toward his enemy. He was strong for sure, tossing a car around like that, but his earlier reactions were sluggish when held against the Chronokinetic standard. Any wayward swipes or slashes weren't likely to fend Farrin off for long. He moved fast and saw the world as slow. Weaving his way in, Farrin swept low, then sprung upward, throwing his weight behind a rather nasty uppercut. 

"Next time dun' bite off more than yuh' can chew!" 



Whether the shot connected or not, he would immediately follow up by darting around the oversized ink blot and launching a kick aimed directly into the fecker's back. If the dark Sin was feeling any of the prior blows still, the kick might layer on some extra damage and whittle away and the mock-villain's defense. Farrin had trained for this. Three years in Hero Prep, and another with Above & Beyond. He could finish this fight, help the others if needed, and see the real but not actually real villain apprehended. And so he would.

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[Demura Kano]

 

- Unforeseen Simulation Joint: Downpour -

"Time to focus up, heroes!"

"YOU'RE JUST A BRAT! NOTHING MORE!" His tantrum seemed set to continue even robbed mostly of his eyesight. But something brought slight reluctance, hesitation, to the Red Sin, a feeling in the air. It showed in his actions, as he stopped whipping wildly about the area around him, his head bobbing back and forth rapidly like a cornered animal. Then he heard the crackling.... his gaze locking onto what seemed to be the rushing form of Prism coming towards him. The way she kept her distance all this time, the way she stayed back... it made him think she was weak. Was this a desperate gamble then to save the civilians? If it was, she'd fail.

His tendrils tightly coiled together into a makeshift limb and rocketed forward towards her outline. "THIS IS THE BIG LEAGUES, BRAT!" His and last mistake. His body seized up as he made contact with the copy, the jolts of electricity enough to lock up his body temporarily. While being mostly liquid had extensive advantages, it also had many, many, disadvantages. One of them was being an excellent conductor. The follow-up ribbons of power only served as insults to injury, knocking into him and sending yells of pain and surprise. The final one sent him flying backwards into a maimed vehicle, splattering against in a crimson slush. The indicator lies within the mess, its light blinking from bright green to a dim orange.

The thugs stumbled back from Ironclad's counter like a stack of bowling pins, falling into one another. They were after just common criminals, men and women who simply turned to crime for whatever reason. And to boot, they had just escaped a transport bound for prison. The two she tackled went flying against the wall at her tackle, going headfirst into it and collapsing into a heap. If it were a cartoon, Ironclad could almost swear she saw birds or stars circling their heads. The ambush and jumping that followed were constant, and relentless, but she knew what she could take. The rapid clanging against her armored body was slowing down, ever so slightly, as time went on.

"Why won't you fall down!" One of them shouted through haphazard breathes.

Oberon's uppercut sent actual ripples through Black Sin's head, the blow reverberating like a stone dropping into a still pond. The menace stumbled backwards, grunting and groaning at the sudden heavy-handed attack. His head, semi-liquid, was malformed and continuing to lose its shape, the villain struggling to retain his composition. Then came the blow to the back, which sent him sprawling forward, a combination of a loss of balance, his own weight from the compacted tendril, and Oberon's own strength. His form began to pool onto the ground, disrupted by the downpour of rain that continually splashed in the storm.

"URGHHHHH...." He groaned, his indicator visible on his shoulder displaying a dimming yellow light on it.

JUNIER of GS + Adox

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[THE SIN TWINS]

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Awareness: D-
Presence: C+
Constitution: C
Speed: B
Dexterity: D-
Strength: B
Quirk: B (The Sin Twins possess the same Quirk "Ink Squid", which is a Mutation-type in which their bodies are made of a vicious, oily substance. They are able to create tendrils form their body that can reach out and grab objects, people, and are powerful enough to smash through walls. They are also able of coiling these tendrils together to make them stronger.)
Combat: C-

[Mooks]

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Awareness: [C)
Presence: [C)
Constitution: [C)
Speed: [C)
Dexterity: [C)
Strength: [C)
Combat: [C)

|Miroru|Farrin|Johanna Larsen|

[Miroru]

Rokuhane Miroru

Department of Heroes Freshman

Prism, the Spectrum Hero

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"Nothing but a brat, huh..?"

The darkness whipped away as the Red Sin collapsed, his marker indicating he was down for the count, leaving the petite fox with the sodden hair and tail standing tall...ish... in the downpour!

"Guess they shoulda sent a babysitter, then."

Recalling what was left of the stolen thunder, Miroru brought it into her body with a grunt and released it in a thick shimmer of contained infrared light, sending it up towards the base of the severed power line. One moment's focus soldered through the line and dumped a dead length of cable into the flooded lawn; another melted the insulating coating down over the crackling end and sealed it off to prevent further dangers. What remained, she pulled into herself again and released as visible light, coiling it around her wrist like a runed band of magic for storage as she ran over to the survivors.

"I'm sorry I couldn't keep him from damaging our shelter here! Is everybody okay?" Once she had answers, she gestured towards the waiting room of the office, just past a door into the more intact part of the building. "It'll be most comfortable there- stay put if you can! If not, help everyone to head for the school up the hill- but only if you have to!"

She turned back towards the others and tweaked the light coming her way, magnifying her view of the two dramatically to get a better bead on the situation.

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"Why won't you fall down?!"

"Because heroes never quit!"

From the Johanna-shaped hole in the wall, a rain-drenched girl, fox-red hair and fur soaked brown, stepped inside as light streamed in dramatically from behind her. Entirely cosmetic- but a potent moment to cultivate hope in the civilians and concern in the thugs.

"Now. Pick on someone HALF YOUR SIZE!"

With that, the vulpine pipsqueak hurled herself into the fray, attacking the exhausted thugs from behind with a series of perhaps surprisingly expert takedowns! Despite her small size, she had clearly spent a lot of time practicing throws, mastering leverage, and learning the best submission tech and strike targets to start picking apart the thugs from behind, the combination of her natural agility and exceptional hand to hand skill making it easy for her to begin to dismantle the siege on Ironclad's defenses and carve a chance for her to strike back and show her stuff!

I can pay no price too great for justice.

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[Johanna Larsen]

The more the goons would try to beat on her, the harder her resolve would become. It wasn’t that she was impervious either, and with every hit they chipped away at her armour and made her feel it a little better. But knowing there were civilians depending on her kept her focused on the important things.

”Why won’t you fall down!” one of the mooks would curse at her in frustration.

”Because I am a hero!” she’d exclaim as she had managed to finish what she had been preparing.

With a heavy and oversized swing she would use all possible physical power to move around the oversized and overstacked mace. The last time they might’ve been able to dodge, with them being laser-focused on hitting her they wouldn’t be able to react this time around.

Kicking the mace into the air and onto her shoulder, she huffed as she waved her ponytail back behind the other. ”And because there’s innocent people depending on me to protect them!” she said, feeling awfully heroic.

Stepping forward, the weight was enough to crack the tiles underneath her, and she smiled as she dropped the mace in front of one of the head mooks with a thud.

”Time for the final round, bozos!” she’d grin as she’d uncoil herself back into offense against the exhausted foes.

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low controlled breaths. It was imperative to control one's breathing in battle. Doubly so when time was hastening your every move. Tucker out too soon and any difference in strength was but a moot point. The battle: a foregone conclusion. Fortunately, Farrin was well-versed in the art of the scrap and its many nuances. Like not just swinging wildly but enforcing disciplined control over the entirety of his body.  

The rippling rise of the Black Sin's inky form against the rain, and following splat against the ground appeared to spell the end of their little back and forth. Still, the little general health indicator was yellow. On one hand, that meant Farrin hadn't taken it too far. On the other hand, what if the Sin recovered? 

Farrin kneeled before the villain. The sound of scuffle still rang from the building at their side, which meant Ironclad was still up and kicking. If the thugs had any chance at all, Prism's arrival would certainly mark the steepest decline in their odds. Meanwhile, Farrin wasn't sure what to do with the Black Sin. It wasn't very hero-like to batter the clearly beaten, and there were more threats out there. Containing someone made from such a liquid-like substance wouldn't be easy. There was always the threat of another trouncing though. 

"Be a good lad n' keep still, will yuh?" 

Farrin backed up, and with the turn of a wrist, summoned another small temporal dome over the Sin. This one would stay in place for about a half hour. If hadn't returned in that time, then the odds were he was taken out of the exam. That wasn't going to happen. And if the Sin did try to escape, he'd be slowed to a snail's pace. For now, the threat was contained, and so Farrin started over to the others. 

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[attr="class","FarrinQuote"]Even if it's already been decided. Even if it's set in stone. I'll smash that future!

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[Demura Kano]

 

- Unforeseen Simulation Joint: Downpour -

"Time to focus up, heroes!"

It wouldn't take even three minutes before both Prism and Ironclad had the indicators on the thugs in the orange. Prism's initial blitz and strike approach caught many of the haphazard and sluggish ones off balance, and they'd offer little resistance against her variety of techniques and pins. And even those who still had some fight in them were quickly introduced to the floor of the building by Ironclad's mace.

Meanwhile, just as the remaining Sin Twin seemed to be recollecting himself from the sudden beatdown that Oberon had handed out, everything slowed... no not everything, just him? "WWWWWWHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTT-" His sentence seemed to stretch on and on, barely latching onto the next word before once more dragging out into the air. The dome of delayed time was firmly in place, and there was little the maniac could do about it, save react. But even the act of turning to face the young hero-in-training would probably take an hour to do. And by then, like Oberon considered himself, the test would be over. So though his indicator remained yellow, Black Sin could be considered contained. For now.

The civilians, for the most part, were a little battered and bruised, though it most likely was from the initial storm itself rather than any injuries suffered by the thugs, who all lay eliminated and in heaps. The building itself, even though it now had a heroine shaped hole in it, was still sturdy enough to protect from the harsh elements of the storm, and so if needed, Prism and Ironclad knew they could keep them relatively same within. Though, perhaps, it could be better to group them with the other civilians, or even take the chance to evacuate them all to the safe zone near the entrance of the Downpour Zone.

Meanwhile outside, Oberon could feel the winds begin to pick up, moving even more violently than they had been this entire time. The dark gray of the clouds overhead began to seem like they were swirling, possibly indicating the coming of an additional disaster. Weather like this, the likes of tornados or it is forming into a full-fledged hurricane could be likely. With the former, extremely dangerous winds were the worst one had to deal with, with the likes of cars, trees, and even roofs being flung into the air. But the later brought not only that, but also the threat of flash flooding. And a quick glance of the area told that it would be on the lower side of any terrain.

JUNIER of GS + Adox

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Critical decision time! Though the immediate threats are down, the weather is still playing an antagonistic role in this exam! Its up to yall to decide if its safer to hunker down the civilians in there spots for the duration of the storm, evacuate and 'save' them from the area, or maybe some other option is possible! But as Oberon could likely guess, something more devastating is quickly brewing in the air...


[THE SIN TWINS]

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|Miroru|Farrin|Johanna Larsen|

[Miroru]

Rokuhane Miroru

Department of Heroes Freshman

Prism, the Spectrum Hero

Johanna Larsen Farrin Demura Kano | ### | notes

"Ironclad, status! How're you holding up?" Miroru called over at Johanna as the last of the thugs went down. She looked across the civilians they'd rescued, and moved to help them to their feet, aware there was at least one more active threat nearby and unsure how long they had before he'd either go down and free up Farrin, or take down the speedster and come for them next. "I'm not sure if it's safe to stay or not yet, folx. Let's all get up and stretch a little just in case we need to relocate!" She clapped her hands, bringing to mind the morning exercises many Japanese folx did at work or at school.

Once she had them up, she moved to Johanna, asking quietly, "If we need to relocate them to the evac point by the entrance, do you think you could provide a shield to keep the wind and debris off us? Or is that asking too much? I don't know exactly how your quirk works, so I'll trust what you say." She glanced outwards, not quite at the right angle to see Farrin. "Do you think Oberon's gonna make it back..? The red guy was... super nasty. Smashed through walls and everything..."

I can pay no price too great for justice.

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[Johanna Larsen]

Letting out a laboured sigh, Johanna would welcome the knowledge that the active dangers were averted. And with such a drop in adrenaline would come her mind flooding with all the little niggles and bumps that she had sucked up in the past fifteen minutes.

”I’m… probably glad that I don’t have to go another round.” she called back to Prism with pained humour in her voice.

She’d let about half her metal plates drop to the floor, the lack of weight on her body making it feel like she was almost floating for a few seconds.

But there was no time to truly rest, the civilians were still very much in danger and it was their job to ensure that they wouldn’t be. The weather had gotten worse, dramatically so, and even her inexperienced mind could quickly figure out that staying in place was not the perfect solution to the problem.

But Prism’s expectations of her powers were maybe a bit too farfetched too, although they couldn’t be blamed for aiming high.

”Well I can armor whatever I hold, but I doubt I can make a shield large enough to keep everyone safe from all sides, and if I covered them in plates then they would get weighed down too much.” she explained, feeling a twinge of guilt about not being able to do the cool elaborate thing that would be super helpful.

But even she had her limits, and she was a would-be hero in training, not a true hero capable of doing such feats… Not yet, she hoped…

Without waiting on Oberon to suggest, she figured she at least had to offer some idea.

”I don’t think hunkering down is safe either, but if we could find a room that hasn’t been compromised, I could use my abilities to fortify it long enough for hopefully the weather to become less dangerous.” she posed.

She was no structural engineer, but perhaps it was better than expecting civilians to run headlong into an unrelenting storm.

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arrin too sighed. While the dark Sin had been removed from the board for now, the hurricane was whipping up angrier winds and raining bullets. It was definitely moving up a category. "Gaoth mhór" (Big storm), he said under his breath, turning to the building the others were holed up in and starting over to them. 

He entered just in time to catch the tail-end of the conversation. Not a bad idea given Ironclad's ability, but if she suffered any sort of long-term fatigue from quirk use as he did, well, the question became would she be able to protect herself continually while keeping this safe room together? Farrin could keep that field around the dark Sin up for a while, but if he threw too many fields up, especially larger ones, and tried keeping them for too long - they would all collapse. 

"I could also try erectin a field around the buildin, literally slow the effects o' damage, but I think our best course is ta' run 'em back ta' the safe zone. Fer one, I can't speak fer you, Ironclad, but continual use o' me quirk like that would tucker me out sooner. Dangerous option if we're movin' further inta' the city. Secondly, the storm is gettin' worse n' there could be more enemies around. I dun' like unpredictable. The only way we know fer certain that they're safe is bringin em' ta' the safe zone. Now, I could speed us all up, get us there faster. It will tire me out a bit, but I'll be the only one taxed n' it definitely won't be as bad as coverin' the buildin'." 

As Farrin explained his thoughts, he deposited some of the unconscious thugs from outside on the ground. The civilians came first, but he couldn't leave the fellas, robotic or not, out there to 'die." The Black Sin would be kept safe by the very field that contained him, so at least that wasn't a worry.

"We can carry the injured, n' the ones in shape ta' run I can speed up too. Make it in one go, bring 'em somewhere we know they're safe, then move back out." 

If the group agreed. Farrin would see to it swiftly that each hero-aspirant, as well as those civilians in good enough condition to run, were encased in personal temporal acceleration fields. It would feel like an adrenaline shot, waking them the hell up as the body, as well as the brain, came to find the world had seemingly slowed. He would scoop up any too injured to run, and the trio could be off.   

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[attr="class","FarrinQuote"]Even if it's already been decided. Even if it's set in stone. I'll smash that future!

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[attr="class","fa fa-cog"] Notes: I'm not making the decision for us with that last paragraph, just wanted it in place in case that's what we agree on. 

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[Miroru]

Rokuhane Miroru

Department of Heroes Freshman

Prism, the Spectrum Hero

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"That's- fair. I couldn't have taken a pounding like that. Not even close. I maybe coulda taken them out, but I couldn't have protected the civilians while I did. Giving them all a target they couldn't conquer saved those people a lotta trauma. Well done," Miroru said, glancing back out the hole in the wall.

"That's reasonable. Yeah, that'd be hard to manage, even before the weight. I think your assessment is on point, too. Hunkering down isn't the answer. We need to get them out of danger entirely, and-"

Farrin arrived, and Miroru turned towards him, eyes wide a bit at the up-close demonstration of his speed. "Yeah. I was just telling Ironclad her judgment that it'd be best to move sounded on the money." Miroru thought a little bit, then took a deep breath. "I think I can help with the debris. I can't stop it from getting to us- but I can show everyone where it's gonna be. I'm gonna have to basically just follow somebody, but I can project dark streaks to show where incoming debris is gonna fly. There's dead spots in the background energy levels wherever there's objects, and the wind is a pretty constant direction, so I can blotch out dangerous spots. We should be able to get them to safety like that."

The redhead rubbed her wrists absently, but opted to keep the details to herself. She didn't need them worrying about her when they'd both already stated they'd get worn out. It wasn't too tiring to just make black streaks by stopping light.

She sucked back an intense breath as Farrin warped time around them, laughing breathlessly. "OH! Oh man, yeah, I can totally do it like this! Come on, focus on moving everyone! Just keep everyone out of the black spots!" True to her word, she started to kill the light along the paths of incoming debris, making it very easy to avoid danger by simply not standing in the black streaks in mid-air!

I can pay no price too great for justice.

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he sprint back to the exam's safe zone was mostly wordless. The only words uttered by the three examinees were assurances for their charges. Heroes had to inspire hope, after all. Otherwise, their focus was entirely locked onto the task at hand. Farrin kept the crowd in temporal sync so that none were left behind, Miroru marked the paths of incoming danger in the form of large chunks of debris and torn away parts of vehicles with dark silhouettes for the others to maneuver around, and Johanna smashed away any other obstacles that got in their way. 

Together, the trio reached the safe zone in a matter of minutes. The torrential rain and roaring winds did little to dampen their efforts. The true challenge came in the form of the stamina tax all three would be made to endure. Using their abilities here and now voided much of the storm's threat, but once they deposited the civilians, they turned about and charged right back into the fray. The strategy was preferable to shoring up the building earlier, since at least they knew for certain their civilian actors and bots would be safe, and this option didn't require a constant effort from at least two of the hero-aspirants, but that didn't mean it cost nothing. 

Instant relief flooded Farrin's veins as he narrowed the number of temporal fields from over a dozen to four. Three for himself, Prism, and Ironclad, and one still locking the Black Sin away in the distance. Still, exhaustion was creeping in on the edges of his mind. They had to accomplish their main objective, sooner than later. So, with another temporal push, Farrin saw the trio returned to their prior position, now flooded all the more by the storm, again in minutes. It was time they faced the exam's true challenge. 

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[attr="class","FarrinQuote"]Even if it's already been decided. Even if it's set in stone. I'll smash that future!

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[Demura Kano]

 

- Unforeseen Simulation Joint: Downpour -

"Time to focus up, heroes!"

And what was someone like Bravo up to in times like this? With storm like this only increasing in power, most people, even criminals and villains, would seek shelter away from the chaos. True, some mayhem, might be cause in the process, but a lot of prisoners would have opted to flee into their newfound freedom instead of picking on sheltered and cowering civilians, unable to escape. The behavior of the thugs and Sin Twins would be the main clue into the type of villain Bravo would be, as authorities often liked to transport particularly dangerous criminals under intense and close guard. The fact that they hadn't seen any hint of such officers, nor Bravo didn't bode well.

The sound of a loud engine and constant deep horn being beeped would bring the three potential heroes' attention down the street, where they'd see what looking like a heavy vehicle, somewhere between a tank and a bus, charging down the road, with several men equipped in heavy-duty SWAT gear hanging off the edge of it. It's lights flashed red and blue in sync with the siren in between honks, making a display that was truly hard to miss for anyone in the area. It'd skirt to a halt several dozen meters away, and one of the doors to it's side would pop open, a figure in what resembled a tattered costume of some sort hopping out and onto the top of the vehicle.

They swayed in the heavy winds almost comedically, before regaining their balance, and having a large megaphone fly through the air from somewhere inside the transport into their hand.

"TEST TEST, ONE TWO THREE, ONE TWO THREE." They hit the megaphone a couple of times, eliciting a sharp cry of static from it. "LOOK LIKE THOSE TWO BALLS OF LUNACY AND INK HAD SOME FUN ALREADY! GOT TO ADMIT, I'M SURPRISED THAT THEY ACTUALLY GOT BEAT." He shrugged his shoulders, before continuing. "THIS RAIN IS GETTING PRETTY BAD, WHICH I THINK MEANS THE SHOW IS ALMOST UP! BUT WHATS A GOOD SHOW WITHOUT AN AUDIENCE, AND AN AMAZING FINALE! AND SINCE YOU ALL SO GRACIOUSLLY MOVED ALL THE SPECTATORS INTO ONE PLACE, I CAN'T THINK OF A BETTER LOCATION TO HOLD IT!"

One of the SWAT officers who'd been holding onto the armored transport immediately hopped into the driver's seat and began plowing the vehicle forward, while the others on the side began firing their weapons; rifles, whose projectiles were unknown. While likely none lethal, it wouldn't be a wise idea to test the theory out first hand if one couldn't take the hit.

JUNIER of GS + Adox

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BRAVO HAS ARRIVED AT THE CENTER STAGE!!! And with him are a cohort of armed and geared SWAT officers, likely the same ones who originally escorted his transport. He seems focused on the taking out the heroes right now, to create the grand finale to this "event"!

Heroes have working knowledge of Bravo's Quirk, however his "strings" are observable only at close range. His maximum capacity is twenty objects or people, so keep this in mind. Currently, it is safe to assume he is controlling the five SWAT officers.

[Bravo]

SPOILER: Click to show

Awareness: B+
Presence: D
Constitution: C
Speed: C+
Dexterity: B+
Strength: D
Quirk: A (Pinocchio is an Emitter-type Quirk that allows the user to control up to twenty objects and beings through making physical contact and attaching a 'puppet string' onto them. With this string, they are able to fling the those attached at their will, or make them undertake actions within their capabilities, such as throwing a punch, or causing a car to drive forward.)
Combat: C

SWAT Officers
Awareness: C
Presence D+
Constitution: B
Speed C-
Dexterity D+
Strength C-
Combat B+
Gear C+ (Rifle, Stun Baton)

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