[center][h1][color=Steelblue][b]K E N I C H I[/b][/color][/h1]
[h3][i][b]Villain Psych[/b][/i][/h3][hr][/center]
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As others filtered into the room Kenichi caught bits and pieces of their conversations. Jett seemed to know the smaller pinkette, and called her Tomoe. Yashiro called the teacher Mako, but for some reason he sat off to the side from everyone else. Oh well, he looked like the dark and aloof type anyway. An attractive girl entered with the red-haired student who had transferred from General Studies...oh yeah, Roy had been his name. Kenichi thought he might have seen the girl at lunch too, during that incident with Ezra and Jett and the 2-A group, but he'd never learned her name.

Mako-sensei stood up and made her introductions. And at first, Kenichi leaned forward with interest. Being "good" did not mean being nice, and this class was going to be about exploiting a villain's weaknesses, taking apart their mindsets...and taking them down by whatever means possible. Even if it meant not playing fair.

Kenichi wouldn't really say he [i]liked[/i] the idea of fighting dirty. But after what had happened to his father...after learning what kind of things people could do for reasons that, to Kenichi, didn't make any kind of sense...He didn't have time for things like mercy, not in a [i]real[/i] fight with real [i]evil.[/i] Because that was what they were. They didn't deserve handcuffs, or defense lawyers, or three hots and a cot on the taxpayer's dime. Evil people were a cancer of society that needed to be cut out.

"My name is Ms. Mako. You may better know me as Madame Obsidian, the professional thief who went uncaught for six months straight and became the single most wanted Supervillain of my time. And I will be your teacher for this class. Any questions so far?"

Kenichi didn't say anything, because he knew if he did he was going to get himself expelled. He laced his hands together in front of his face, elbows on his desk, like he was thinking deeply about something--but what he was really doing was clenching his teeth until he could feel blood dripping from the inside of his cheek.

What the [i]FUCK[/i] was a Villain doing teaching in a school for Heroes!? They had just left a bunch of untrained kids in a room, unsupervised, with this...this...this fucking [i]monster[/i]?

A sensible person who did not have anger issues towards Villains might argue that Madame Obsidian was, technically speaking, only one of the most wanted villains because of the sheer monetary value of the items she stole. She had never killed anyone, had never put up a fight against Heroes, and she had served her time in prison as dictated by a fair trial, convicted by a jury of her peers. She was, perhaps, to be considered a success story of the power of rehabilitation.

If such a person had actually said these things to Kenichi, his answer would have been [i]Fuck that![/i] To his mind, she might as well have gotten off scott free. How much of the money she had stolen would ever be properly returned? How many people had suffered from something like not being able to pay for life-saving surgery or medicine, because their money had been stolen from the bank? How many businesses had gone under when their investors' funds suddenly disappeared? How much did the citizens of Japan have to put forth to provide her with sheets, clothing, toiletries, health care, heating, air conditioning, television, food, drinks, medication, for however long it was she had to stay in prison? Why did they have to pay for her to have an easy life when she had already stolen so much from them?

[i]Slow breaths. Relax. Don't crack the goddamn desk, or the floor. You are in a Hero School. You have to use your BRAIN.[/i]

It was like he'd become a statue, sitting there and staring straight ahead--not at Obsidian, but past her, at the chalk board. It was a good thing he didn't have one of those psychokinesis style Quirks. He had questions, alright. But he didn't care for Madame Obsidian's answers. How long had she been here? If he made some kind of complaint to the principal or the other teachers, would it matter?

By the time the worksheets started coming around, Kenichi felt like he had enough control to stop hiding his face. But he refused to even look in Obsidian's direction when she approached, instead looking straight down at his desk. He moved his arm aside as she slid the sheet onto his desk, instead of taking it directly from her. He didn't even say "thank you." But as controlled as he kept himself and his reactions, there were some things he wasn't even aware of consciously.

If Mako's senses were sharp, however, [i]she[/i] might be aware of it. Aware of the fact that this blue-haired boy was putting off a weak, subtle, but very much present kind of feeling. Like waves from a radio, it wasn't really something that could be seen, just something to be felt. Martial artists were good at picking it up, and so were a lot of pros on both sides of the Hero and Villain spectrum. But it wasn't exactly something "heroes" were supposed to even have.

It was called Killing Intent.

But the moment passed as Kenichi read through the paper, analyzing the questions. Yeah, Villain Psych was definitely a "smart person's" class. However, some of these weren't exactly things that Kenichi had never thought of before. Lots of people who wanted to be heroes were the types who would daydream about all kinds of situations--what would I do if this happened? What choice would I make in this scenario? How would I save people and beat this kind of villain?

Kenichi absentmindedly licked at the blood on the inside of his cheek as his pencil scratched across the paper.

Scenario 1: You arrive at the scene of a bank robbery. The robber holds an elderly lady at gunpoint and demands that you let them escape or he'll shoot. The robber seems terrified, and his gun hand is shaking.

[i]There's no guarantee he would release the woman if he was allowed to escape, or that he wouldn't just shoot her anyway after making said escape. Her chances of being hurt or killed stay the same regardless of whether I as the Hero choose to fight or negotiate. If he's scared, he'll hesitate. Because my Quirk can boost speed, I should at least be able to blitz him fast enough to either take the bullet with an arm or hand, or disarm him outright. Then I beat him until he stops moving. I could possibly use my Hyper Ventilation like a breath weapon from range, but that's unreliable. Being able to shoot a gun out of someone's hand only happens in movies.[/i]

Scenario 2: A sword wielding killer in armour had massacred several people in the middle of the day in a downtown market. As you confront him, he bows, and appears to be following old-fashioned combat etiquette.

[i]Beat him until he stops moving. If his armor's good I'll have to boost my strength and either throw him, or break his joints. Also it's obvious he's lying with the "honor" stuff, because he's murdered multiple people at one time in one location. If he were having 1-on-1 duels there would be a trail of victims from spot to spot, and most people would have gotten away by running.[/i]

Scenario 3: You've managed to get tied up against a chair, and your quirk has somehow been nullified. The villain has a gun to your head, and says "I've waited a log time for this. This is one plan of mine that you won't foil!"

[i]I guess all I can do at that point is keep him talking and hope for rescue, but I doubt he'd go into a real monologue. More than likely I'm dead no matter what I do, so I might as well risk a lunge and see if I can sink my teeth into him. Trying to get his wrist to incapacitate the gun is too small a target, but tearing a chunk out of his thigh or throat might bleed him out even after he kills me.[/i]

Scenario 4: A villain has brainwashed several civilians, and armed them. They stand between you and the villain, and they are advancing towards you with intent to attack. Your quirk has been nullified. The villain claimed earlier that if you killed him, the civilians would die.

[i]I use my Gran Torino style move, Jet Hunting, to get around the civilians and attack the Villain. Personally I think he's lying about the civilians dying, because there are so many instances of a person's Quirk being cancelled out when they're unconscious, but as long as I don't kill him it's fine. Chokeholds, or breaking limbs and bones badly enough to make him go into shock, should make him pass out. Even if the civilians are still under his control, he won't be able to give them new orders. Breaking his jaw might be an option too if his Quirk requires the affected person to hear a verbal command.[/i]

Scenario 5: The classic; a villain has kidnapped a member of your family or a loved one very close to you, and has strapped them to a bed with a laser cutting the table their on, inching closer to their body with every passing second. They have also taken a schoolbus full of children and rigged it with a timed bomb. They claim that you don't have time to save them both.

[i]This kind of situation seems like it's meant to make a Hero hesitate even if it's not true that there's "no time." So I'd choose whichever option I could accomplish the fastest immediately, and try my best to stop the other one afterwards. More than likely, though, I'd save the kids first; I love my parents, but I know they would want me to save others first even if it meant they were sacrificed. And if I couldn't save them, I would kill the Villain even if I were punished for it afterwards, because at that point I don't feel it's a question of necessary force, but of how many people I'm saving from being hurt in the future by taking him out now.[/i]

The blue haired boy leaned back and read over his answers again. Maybe he should try to re-word some of this? What if he got put on that watch-list, the one for kids who were considered at risk of turning into Villains themselves?

No. He didn't agree with heroes having to play nice all the time, but he agreed that heroes needed to be honest. So he would leave his real feelings right where they were on that paper. He signed his name and the date, and double checked that he had all the other necessary stuff filled in before he stood up to turn it in.

The six armed girl was ahead of him, and he wondered what her answers had been. He had seen her at the shooting range during the Hero Gear class. He wondered if her answers would be any more acceptable than his own--unless she was using rubber or trick bullets, she probably couldn't afford to just snipe all her opponents. Even then, rubber bullets especially probably wouldn't actually be much help. Someone tough enough or determined enough could easily withstand their stinging impacts and just keep going.

Again he didn't look at Madame Obsidian, nor did he hand her the paper directly. He simply slid it onto the desk next to where Dulga had turned hers in, then quickly turned and walked stiffly back to his desk. He could still taste the blood on the inside of his mouth.