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[h3]CITY-U

7/2/3/50

'VANESSA'[/h3]
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After the satisfying tone of coinage clattering against metal rung soundly in the chewed-up ear belonging to a crusty man at the helm, the tram had already bolted off. Erupting into a cacophony of screeching, creaking, clunking, clanging, clinking, clanking, and of course, rattling as it flew expediently across the rails.

This, of course, sent even the mightiest and unsuspecting, (Michelangelo), barreling toward the back of the car. Maneuvering past completely stationary commuters. Heralded by a flurry of apologies as he stumbled backward, his tumbling pace picking up at every failed footfall, the man eventually managed to turn about just in time for his dull brown irises to pick up his similarly unsuspecting companion.

"Mister Huuuuff!" He bellowed reflexively, though this didn't seem to register on the misshapen man's mind much more than a, 'Huh?' as 'Angelo slammed into the other with great force. Entirely unbudging aside from a bit of a wince, stood Arduous, whilst the large lucha-masked-man slid dejectedly to the chrome.

Muffled by the floor from which he spoke, "I am glad you were there to stop me Miser Huff, I might have gone right through the back of the tram! Hahaha!" The C-Class hero couldn't help but erupt into a bit of laughter as he solidly rose to his boots. Placing a heavy hand upon his partner's shoulder to steady himself as he did.

Brushing the dust from his fine coat, the heavily muscled man simply followed along his partner's gaze, bringing him to the resting figure, taking note of the embroidered clover pattern upon his garb. Causing a smile to pick up in the between the mask's prongs, "Oho! So it is, so it is." He called, patting Arduous on the back all the while, "But ehh, let's-a-not try making too much trouble, we're all comrades now you know? Besides, if you recall he and his brother make quite the team."

"Come to think it, that's-a-where you and I first met, no. . .?"

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[h3]CITY-U

1/3/2/50

OUTSIDE HERO ASSOCIATION HQ[/h3]
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[i][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SBATrLRWySg]Despite the rain, the crowds, and the impatience, everybody seems to be having a good time, like a festival.[/url][/i]

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Taking stride across each well-ordered stone brick inlaid on the streets, a well-sized foreign man scratches his groomed crop of hair. Peering at a map, held in the wrong orientation of course, as it became sodden in the downpour. "And here I just quit my job, I can't-a-be late!" He speaks to no one in particular as he continues to move.

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A gathering unlike any other, hordes of men, women, children, even the feeble. Every last person with some form of vendetta, or sense of justice, or perhaps even a whim, and all of them were here for one purpose. To [i]breeze[/i] through the exams and be known to the world as [b]HEROES![/b]

Of course, this is easier said than done. Especially to the grand procession that hardly take the task at hand seriously enough. Taking advantage of the modulating crowds, vendors here and there set up shop, pilfering all sorts of 'good eats' to the populace. Perhaps even forgetting their reasons to have arrived in the first place.

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"T-This is unprecedented! The turn-out is-is DOUBLE last year's. Lord Holy Tsar, what do you make of this?!" A disordered voice feebly drew out from shadows, reaching a built and suited man who sat, shrouded hands folded about each other at the mouth. Two eyes solemnly glared back at the disturbance through two crossed eye-patches.

"What do I make of this?" He begins, a tone that demands ears, "What do I make of this you ask? Simple, that the world is waking up to increasing threats, that all the grand people of our humble nations are taking up the mantle of JUSTICE! Every last one shall seek to strike down evil where it dare stands before our shining cities. And in our name we shall be glorious gods to the citizens!"


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"Told ya already lad, ya can't gettin' lest ya pass us! Int' that right Conall?" A scraggly orange mutton-chopped man stood all confident like, hands dwelling deep inside grey pocketed pants. Elbowing a much broader man, similarly dressed, up to the bowler hat, scars peeking out of what flesh lay exposed. "Aye." he said bluntly in response, crossing both mighty arms as a child scurried away.

Either stood at the gates of the association building, a great double door, from where the crowds gave them ample room under the glassy-grey sky. No one seeming to act, as piles of groaning would-be-applicants lie splayed out. A large man of dark skin, clad in red watched carefully from the edge of the crowd, nearly taking a step forward, before another stumbled into the fray. . .

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