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《 H.E.R.O. 2064 》

Delbrook Academy High School

Molly West

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Molly smacked an alarm clock on her nightstand. It was 6:40 am, and the first day of her last year at Delbrook. She let out a yawn. And cracked the sides of her neck with a look that said “Fuck” all over it. Molly lay under what appeared to be a mound of blankets and pillows in her dimly lit room, almost too comfortable to leave, but today was a bit important as far as school days went. She stared up at her ceiling for roughly 3 minutes and 23 seconds in complete, silent, sagely contemplation of what today was going to be.

Well…Showtime.”

In a whirling of legs and hair she threw herself upright and onto her feet. Then she sat back down on the bed after standing up to fast, vertigo’s a bitch, she thought.

”Okay, now it’s showtime.”

The next 30 minutes consisted of Molly fumbling through her closet looking for something decent and comfortable to wear, finding her left shoe, and turning up the volume on Spotify. She did all this while steadily blinking the sleep from her eyes, today was a relatively serious day, and she wasn’t about to get to school late. Not that she ever did, some days she got there before the lights were on. The Southern California sun was just barely peeking in, and the room hadn’t had time to warm up yet as a result. Molly was an early riser, typically good at getting at herself in the morning, though not necessarily waking up full of energy.

Moments later she emerged from her twilit room in a tank top, a loose overshirt, and old sweatpants. A black Nike bag was slung over her shoulder full of scholarly jargon, some skating related gear, and an off brand Supreme hydro flask. In her other hand was her Old Reliable- a 9 inch skateboard with a heavily weathered underside, and a set of solid, cold stone gray 101a 60mm flat lipped wheels. The beast. Molly made her way down the hall of her house quietly, knowing someone might be asleep at home. She crept into the kitchen and made some toast to go with the Nutella that was calling her name. While she sat on the couch with a Stoned Jesus vibe playing on her Spotify, she started texting someone with one hand. A certain girl, her girl. Monserad!

yes: Sup bb

yes: laevign in5

yes: leaving

yes: 5

Much to her surprise, no one was home. On the fridge door was a note from her mother and father.

“We’re leaving early to get some logical things sorted out at the business

gonna be closed today for it, just come home have fun at school”

Logical things? The fuck?

Probably some adult-y Squarespace Indeed something something stuff, she locked the door and dropped her board on the concrete outside her front lawn. The morning breeze was somewhat awakening for the girl. Molly liked it, good skating hours, too bad she had to go to school. One long winded push with her left foot, and her right foot set up for a reverse fakie stance, she was cruising down the hills every skater this side of the SoCal line bombed. That’s skater-lingo for riding down really big hills. The wind whipped past her hair, which fluttered like streamers as she soared down the miles long sidewalk alongside the streets of SoCal, a solid 23 mph. Several minutes, and a few ollies and power slides later, she swerved onto the school grounds with a pop of the board into her hand. Still got it. By now, others were starting to show up, and this year, she was one of the oldest kids in the schools. That felt weird to say the least, but it is what it is.

Molly popped into the building like she owned the place, strolling through the halls with her head up in a confident atmosphere, After all, she knew this place pretty well. Maybe someone would catch notice of this and ask her for directions, she wouldn't mind. There it was, Miss Spanish Goldman's classroom, and a handful of people. She had this class last year, and Spanish seemed pretty important to her, given that the language somewhat ran in her family. However, she needed it for two years, so now she could finish it. That was fine with her. "Yeah- Hey Goldie." She did that little kindergarten maneuver on her students last year too, she didn't quite get it but Goldman was...scholarly like that, as Molly'd put it. Lots of MLAs and hand cradles and other big brain stuff. She listened to Goldman’s speech for a bit until it was time to line up like kindergarteners again. Molly liked her, she was always a pretty good teacher, really chill about things. Moreover, she had a sense of humor, unlike a lot of the teachers here.

Molly left with her board, leaving her stuff in the safety of Goldman’s room. Knowing they’d be outside, she could just cruise around until someone stopped her. But she wasn’t necessarily just cruising around aimlessly, she was more or less waiting on Monse, trying to find where she might’ve gone. Maybe she snuck off for some puffs without her, hopefully not. ”Where’d you go, hmm.” She wondered while she breezed around everyone on the concrete looking for her girl.

Nora Gales

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Nora was already awake.

She had woken up unusually early today, presumably because it was an important day. The sun was already pouring into her room through the edges of the curtains when she turned the lights on. Her room was nice and organized. It was peaceful, although a bit chilly compared to downstairs. A few books were strewn over a desk that sat beneath a window, being the least organized and most messy part of the room. No big deal though. Her phone showed 6:23 am, and she was already wide awake. Nora set about stacking the books properly before searching through her closet for a few clothes to put on later. After a few minutes of brushing her hair, and fixing up her eyepatch to her face, she went downstairs where her mother was. Jessica Gales.

The house was always quiet between the two of them, she was gathering some things for her job, which she would be gone for soon. ”Morning Nora, I’ll be leaving soon. School starts today, doesn’t it?” She was an older woman, looking like she could retire any day.

”Yeah. I won’t be leaving soon though.”

”Oh, this is your senior year. You’re so grown.” She smiled at her daughter.

”Mhm. Not yet though, am I?” She joked.

”That’s right. I’ll have to go in a few minutes, can you lock the doors on your way out?” And don’t forget about the candles if you light any for you-know before you head to school.”

”I won’t- go ahead, I’ll cover the house when I go.”

”Thank you dear. I’ll see you later.”

Ten minutes later, and Nora started getting ready for school, putting on her ever-so-slightly whimsical hoodie, wide legged jeans, and a t-shirt beneath. All with her usual esoteric rune bands and the usual books in her backpack unreadable to most of the people in South California. Before she left however, she texted one of her best friends, Eretia. They shared a lot in common, particularly the things most don’t.

NoraVitki99: I’ll be leaving in just a few minutes, you can meet me in the parking lot if you’re there.

And then, Nora was riding down through the roads of Long Beach, on her motorcycle, being the only thing useful left behind by her father. The sight of a one-eyed young woman cruising through traffic with a backpack on may not be the most conventional thing to see on a motorcycle in SoCal, but how else was she supposed to get around? Busses? Sure. Roughly 15 minutes later she arrived in the Delbrook parking lot. She had a lot of memories from being here. Some of them were good, like meeting Tria, others…Well, she wears an eyepatch for a reason. Speaking of Tria, she looked around for her and waited a few minutes leaning against the bike, not seeing her friend anywhere. So she went in. The list she was provided said her homeroom would be Sra. Goldman.

”Hello, Señora.” She greeted the familiar face with a forward tone. Mrs. Goldman was a bit of a rare gem among teachers, most didn’t take to Nora’s state of being, with the eyepatch that some try to badger her into taking off because it’s “disrespectful” or pestering her about the funny words in her books. Mrs. Goldman wasn’t like that though, Nora felt comfortable in her classroom, safe even. Even when she would no doubt peer curiously over her desk and look at Nora’s books, Nora wouldn’t be bothered by the questions as much as she would someone else. It’s good to have at least one teacher worth anything in a school.

As she was finished with her introductions, she went about punishing information into her phone for which classes to head to and when, as well as the structure of the days. After that, she just started reading a few sections out of the Eddas, not far off from Lokasenna or Skardskapamal. Unfortunately, Tria’s desk was on the other end of the room. Then Mr. McGregor’s usual beginning-of-the-year speech came up. He had something lengthy planned for them all today, they always did. Delbrook was somewhat extravagant like that, always having something fitting of SoCal ready to throw at them. Something akin to a festival. And festive it was, for when she saw it all, Nora was surprised at the amount of things they could fit on their field. Before Sra. Goldman rounded them up, Nora shot Tria a text.

NoraVitki99: I’ll meet you by the doors.

There she waited, just outside the doors to the field for Tria.

This was gonna be a busy day.
_{@Pyxis@Vicier}

Delbrook Academy High School

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Molly West

Molly West

_{"I don't have enough breath to breathe for every little problem in the world."}

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___________________________________ N A M E Molly Renee West ∞ A L I A S E S ∞ Yes (Wherever she can get away with lazy names) ∞ b-ruh (Everywhere) A G E 18 G E N D E R Female: She|Her S E X U A L I T Y Lesbian C U R R E N T C I T Y Long Beach E T H N I C I T Y Half South American, half White ___________________________________ A P P E R A N C E Height: 5’ 7” Weight: 178lbs Hair: ∞ Frizzy, dark brown Eyes: ∞ Hazel Body Type: Like an upright triangle Body Marks: Only the occasional freckle here or there Clothing Style: Wide legged jeans, wireframe shades, tank tops, and low cut hoodies. All with a plethora of muted colors. An ironic lack of Thrasher is found in her clothes ___________________________________ R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S Single Crushes: ∞ None right now, she's had one or two before, and her mannerisms change somewhat around the person, but she always decided against them. Current: ∞ None Past: ∞ None F A M I L Y Father: Nathon West Mother: Natalia West P E T S ∞ Nope ___________________________________

____________________________________________________________________________ L I K E S ✔ Skating ✔ Butterfly knives ✔ Iced coffee ✔ Warm places ✔ Non-mainstream music ✔ The Inkheart books ✔ Stormy weather ✔ Strawberry flavored ice cream D I S L I K E S ✘ Warm coffee ✘ Men who flirt ✘ Bright lights ✘ Cigarette smoke ✘ Fractions ✘ Needles ✘ Country music and/or the romantic trope of a woman getting pestered by a man until she likes him even after she expresses disinterest ____________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y Molly is largely a chill and easy going person, who puts on airs most of the day to give her an ever-so-slightly difficult person to level with. That's only so the wrong people don't waste their time fooling around with her, and to separate them from the right; The wrong being someone hitting on her, harassing her, or just otherwise being a pain in the ass. Anyone who isn't falling into one of those categories knows her as just a cool skater girl who doesn't mind hanging out on her days off, mostly the weekends, and shooting the shit in one way or the other. At school, she's typically away from the sporty prep-ish life, preferring to breeze through classes like she knows what she's doing - rightfully so - and making her days something she feels satisfied with going to bed after. She's mildly introverted, and not one for big afterschool parties, though she's been found at them once or twice. Molly prefers to keep to a small group of close friends, and the rest as casuals, and everyone else as "that dude" or "what's-her-name." Molly is also a bit of what others would describe as a "mood." What do Snoop Dogg's Twitch streams, the "Shut up I'm listening to X" meme, and the average skater's patience with Karen-esque humor have in common? A certain "bruh" factor, and chill vibes. Molly's the type to send a "dead chat xd" shitpost to a group chat after only half an hour of inactivity, or the one who tosses a pack of Skittles into a hole in the ceiling as she walks by, just to see how deep it is. She's a tad aloof at times, but she's not exactly a ditz, like a certain blonde with a tiny magically alive creature on her shoulders that one or two people here know about. Molly is quite the decent student when it comes to things like Math or something pertaining to interactions like a debate class or where communication is necessary. She's probably best summed up as a very "Just run with it and see what the hell happens when it happens" kind of girl. ____________________________________________________________________________ B I O G R A P H Y "Okayyy- long story short. Mom's mom and dad lived down south, I think three or four miles from Tijuana? Anyway, her dad lost his job, so they came up here, they could've just moved to Tijuana, 'cept it's Tijuana, so they came up here when she was around 12. Fast forward a whole few decades, she met a guy named Nathon, don't ask why he spelled it that way, he's like that. Mom always liked cooking more than anything, so she grabbed an empty place not far from the coast, and opened it. She called it Sunny Water. Then my dad started working there, now they work there. Then they had me, and sometimes I help out around the place when I need cash for a new set of bearings or something else. I wheel around from here, to there, and home in maybe 20 minutes at best, so it's pretty convenient: I get out of school, cruise for 5 minutes, give people food, get paid a day since I know the owners, and I go home to binge something. Maybe I'll just be working there for good after school, hell if I know." ____________________________________________________________________________ S C H O O L I N F O Molly's the kind of person who follows conversations half-assedly, and tosses soda cans into the trash from across the room for the hell of it. She rarely gets into any considerable trouble, barring the occasional skating-related nagging. When she's on a break, she's often found outside on the school's track with her board loose, rocking 40 feet manuals and turning the school's geometry into a minor skatepark. There have been occasions where she got scolded for kickflipping over trash cans, but that's part of the fun. Molly keeps a small group of friends she hangs out with during school, and is generally seen as a decent student with her head only occasionally in the gutter. G R A D E Y E A R 12 G P A & A V E R A G E 3.68 - B average F A V O R I T E S U B J E C T Her electives, she actually uses them outside school. E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R ∞ Business management: Sort of useful out of school ∞ Physics: How else do you think she always rolls away so cleanly? T R A N S P O R T A T I O N A 9 inch Cal7 skateboard with a frosty white underside, weathered grip tape, 57mm wheels and 4.5 inch trucks. The very epitome of steeze. She rides it everywhere, with more skill in her riding than there is grease in Guy Fieri's piss. P L A N S A F T E R G R A D U A T I O N "Hell if I know." ____________________________________________________________________________ A F T E R S C H O O L I N F O Molly often spends her time out of school either skating, lazing at home or boredly working on something for school. E M P L O Y M E N T Part time at Sunny Waters F A V O R I T E P L A C E S ∞ A skatepark, despite rarely being confined to one. R E S P O N S I B I L I T I E S ∞ School ∞ A plan for the future ____________________________________________________________________________ H O M E S W E E T H O M E TBA ∞ ? ∞ ? ∞ ? O T H E R Knows tons of tricks. Once showed up to a school picture day wearing this. Once broadsided a football player in the throat with a skateboard for trying to hit on her. You can always tell who's gonna be involved in her answer to the Fuck-Marry-Kill question: Black Widow from Marvel. Which one? Well, it's not kill. Occasionally seen drawing random things on her wrist with a sharpie. Her record skating speed is 29 MPH. Carries a 50 oz water bottle around wherever she goes with a Supreme sticker on it, except the part that should be red is blue, and the part that should be white is black. Always uses default profile pictures on social media. T H E M E S O N G Another One of Those Days Face Claim: Mariana Santana | #199f88

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Nora Gales

Nora Gales

_{"From the smallest winds came the biggest waves."}

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___________________________________ N A M E Nora Jasmine Gales ∞ A L I A S E S ∞ NoraVitki99 A G E 18 G E N D E R Female: She|Her S E X U A L I T Y Pansexual/Demisexual C U R R E N T C I T Y Long Beach E T H N I C I T Y White ___________________________________ A P P E R A N C E Height: 5’ 5” Weight: 163lbs Hair: ∞ Light brown Eyes: ∞ Blue Body Type: Ectomorph Body Marks: Nothing but the occasional ink stain on her skin. Clothing Style: Anywhere from baggy clothes to summer beach clothes. Nora always has a gray hoodie on with a quote somewhat floppy hood that comes down to below her eyes occasionally. ___________________________________ R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S Single Crushes: ∞ None Current: ∞ None Past: ∞ No one worth mentioning F A M I L Y Father: Wayne Gales Mother: Jessica Gales P E T S A pit bull named Silver. ___________________________________

____________________________________________________________________________ L I K E S ✔ Runes ✔ Winter weather ✔ Fried rice ✔ Quiet areas ✔ Books ✔ Dogs ✔ Evenings and nights ✔ Old Nordic Cosmology D I S L I K E S ✘ Summer ✘ Fundamentalism, conservatives, evangelists, etc. ✘ Loud noises ✘ Stubborn-mindedness ✘ Most men ✘ Caramel ✘ Country music ____________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y Nora is a very grounded and rigid person. She doesn’t talk to a lot of people, especially since most of them don’t like her. The result of all this is that she treasures anyone who treats her with any manner of respect, and awarded one kindness with another. One could assume this extends at least someone from her association with the Asatru faith, as this is a trait many followers have, but due to her own past issues, she has learned to appreciate when people aren’t dishonorable scum. Nora’s typical demeanor is one that dissuades a lot of people, as she regularly comes off as frigid or stone-faced, but anyone who actually knows her knows this is just to keep away anyone not willing to be patient around her. Nora has trouble when it comes to putting trust in people, due to the fact that her trust has been betrayed on numerous occasions. When you get past her dampening atmosphere, Nora is a sweetheart to anyone she holds dear. She would burn down the entire world to keep her friends safe, treating them like found family. If you want to get to know her best, just be genuine, and don’t try to make moves on her. If you just talk to, and try to understand where she comes from, and the kind of lifestyle she leads, you won’t have any problems with her. Nora rarely smiles, but sometimes you can just tell when she’s feeling okay about you. ____________________________________________________________________________ B I O G R A P H Y Nora doesn’t like to open up about her younger days much, having dealt with an unloving, father, a disloyal scumbag boyfriend, and the inability to connect with most kids her age when she was younger. There are enough people who know about those things to count on a hand….Beyond that, though, before high school she developed an attachment to an old, pre-Christian cosmology and faith that is understood by more…metaphysically inclined people such as Eretia. She is more than comfortable in her religious practices, and enjoys indulging with Eretia on related subjects.z ____________________________________________________________________________ S C H O O L I N F O Nora was never a terribly active person in her classes, only participating mostly when necessary. She doesn’t use the term “Not like other girls,” but not many girls have a Havamal just sitting in their backpack. She’s most active in her electives, particularly World Religions and Debate, and where can level with others in an environment most appropriate for discussing less appealing subjects. G R A D E Y E A R 12 G P A & A V E R A G E 3.81 - B+ average F A V O R I T E S U B J E C T Her electives. E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R ∞ Business management ∞ Debate T R A N S P O R T A T I O N A bike. P L A N S A F T E R G R A D U A T I O N Undecided ____________________________________________________________________________ A F T E R S C H O O L I N F O Nora spends her downtime doing studies on runes, or doing more personal practices that she doesn’t talk about very often. She can sometimes be seen with a small number of friends in areas with little noise, such as the beach, a park, or stopping for food. E M P L O Y M E N T TBA F A V O R I T E P L A C E S ∞Parks, the beach, and with friends R E S P O N S I B I L I T I E S ∞School ∞Silver ∞Spiritual studies ____________________________________________________________________________ H O M E S W E E T H O M E TBA ∞ ? ∞ ? ∞ ? O T H E R Wears an assortment of runes on an arm band and a necklace, both of which she made out of repurposed pieces of material that would otherwise be thrown away. They’re special to her. Enjoys creativity, like sketching. or turning useless things into something else Don’t ask about the eye, she wears it for medical reasons. Eretia’s one of her closest friends More than happy to talk about her religion with others, as long as they’re respectful. Left handed On anxiety medicine T H E M E S O N G The Ship in Port Face Claim: Unidentified | #781fff

Delbrook Academy High School

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Molly West

Molly West

_{"I don't have enough breath to breathe for every little problem in the world."}

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___________________________________ N A M E Molly Renee West ∞ A L I A S E S ∞ Yes (Wherever she can get away with lazy names) ∞ b-ruh (Everywhere) A G E 18 G E N D E R Female: She|Her S E X U A L I T Y Lesbian C U R R E N T C I T Y Long Beach E T H N I C I T Y Half South American, half White ___________________________________ A P P E R A N C E Height: 5’ 7” Weight: 178lbs Hair: ∞ Frizzy, dark brown Eyes: ∞ Hazel Body Type: Like an upright triangle Body Marks: Only the occasional freckle here or there Clothing Style: Wide legged jeans, wireframe shades, tank tops, and low cut hoodies. All with a plethora of muted colors. An ironic lack of Thrasher is found in her clothes ___________________________________ R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S Single Crushes: ∞ None right now, she's had one or two before, and her mannerisms change somewhat around the person, but she always decided against them. Current: ∞ None Past: ∞ None F A M I L Y Father: Nathon West Mother: Natalia West P E T S ∞ Nope ___________________________________

____________________________________________________________________________ L I K E S ✔ Skating ✔ Butterfly knives ✔ Iced coffee ✔ Warm places ✔ Non-mainstream music ✔ The Inkheart books ✔ Stormy weather ✔ Strawberry flavored ice cream D I S L I K E S ✘ Warm coffee ✘ Men who flirt ✘ Bright lights ✘ Cigarette smoke ✘ Fractions ✘ Needles ✘ Country music and/or the romantic trope of a woman getting pestered by a man until she likes him even after she expresses disinterest ____________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y Molly is largely a chill and easy going person, who puts on airs most of the day to give her an ever-so-slightly difficult person to level with. That's only so the wrong people don't waste their time fooling around with her, and to separate them from the right; The wrong being someone hitting on her, harassing her, or just otherwise being a pain in the ass. Anyone who isn't falling into one of those categories knows her as just a cool skater girl who doesn't mind hanging out on her days off, mostly the weekends, and shooting the shit in one way or the other. At school, she's typically away from the sporty prep-ish life, preferring to breeze through classes like she knows what she's doing - rightfully so - and making her days something she feels satisfied with going to bed after. She's mildly introverted, and not one for big afterschool parties, though she's been found at them once or twice. Molly prefers to keep to a small group of close friends, and the rest as casuals, and everyone else as "that dude" or "what's-her-name." Molly is also a bit of what others would describe as a "mood." What do Snoop Dogg's Twitch streams, the "Shut up I'm listening to X" meme, and the average skater's patience with Karen-esque humor have in common? A certain "bruh" factor, and chill vibes. Molly's the type to send a "dead chat xd" shitpost to a group chat after only half an hour of inactivity, or the one who tosses a pack of Skittles into a hole in the ceiling as she walks by, just to see how deep it is. She's a tad aloof at times, but she's not exactly a ditz, like a certain blonde with a tiny magically alive creature on her shoulders that one or two people here know about. Molly is quite the decent student when it comes to things like Math or something pertaining to interactions like a debate class or where communication is necessary. She's probably best summed up as a very "Just run with it and see what the hell happens when it happens" kind of girl. ____________________________________________________________________________ B I O G R A P H Y "Okayyy- long story short. Mom's mom and dad lived down south, I think three or four miles from Tijuana? Anyway, her dad lost his job, so they came up here, they could've just moved to Tijuana, 'cept it's Tijuana, so they came up here when she was around 12. Fast forward a whole few decades, she met a guy named Nathon, don't ask why he spelled it that way, he's like that. Mom always liked cooking more than anything, so she grabbed an empty place not far from the coast, and opened it. She called it Sunny Water. Then my dad started working there, now they work there. Then they had me, and sometimes I help out around the place when I need cash for a new set of bearings or something else. I wheel around from here, to there, and home in maybe 20 minutes at best, so it's pretty convenient: I get out of school, cruise for 5 minutes, give people food, get paid a day since I know the owners, and I go home to binge something. Maybe I'll just be working there for good after school, hell if I know." ____________________________________________________________________________ S C H O O L I N F O Molly's the kind of person who follows conversations half-assedly, and tosses soda cans into the trash from across the room for the hell of it. She rarely gets into any considerable trouble, barring the occasional skating-related nagging. When she's on a break, she's often found outside on the school's track with her board loose, rocking 40 feet manuals and turning the school's geometry into a minor skatepark. There have been occasions where she got scolded for kickflipping over trash cans, but that's part of the fun. Molly keeps a small group of friends she hangs out with during school, and is generally seen as a decent student with her head only occasionally in the gutter. G R A D E Y E A R 12 G P A & A V E R A G E 3.68 - B average F A V O R I T E S U B J E C T Her electives, she actually uses them outside school. E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R ∞ Business management: Sort of useful out of school ∞ Physics: How else do you think she always rolls away so cleanly? T R A N S P O R T A T I O N A 9 inch Cal7 skateboard with a frosty white underside, weathered grip tape, 57mm wheels and 4.5 inch trucks. The very epitome of steeze. She rides it everywhere, with more skill in her riding than there is grease in Guy Fieri's piss. P L A N S A F T E R G R A D U A T I O N "Hell if I know." ____________________________________________________________________________ A F T E R S C H O O L I N F O Molly often spends her time out of school either skating, lazing at home or boredly working on something for school. E M P L O Y M E N T Part time at Sunny Waters F A V O R I T E P L A C E S ∞ A skatepark, despite rarely being confined to one. R E S P O N S I B I L I T I E S ∞ School ∞ A plan for the future ____________________________________________________________________________ H O M E S W E E T H O M E TBA ∞ ? ∞ ? ∞ ? O T H E R Knows tons of tricks. Once showed up to a school picture day wearing this. Once broadsided a football player in the throat with a skateboard for trying to hit on her. You can always tell who's gonna be involved in her answer to the Fuck-Marry-Kill question: Black Widow from Marvel. Which one? Well, it's not kill. Occasionally seen drawing random things on her wrist with a sharpie. Her record skating speed is 29 MPH. Carries a 50 oz water bottle around wherever she goes with a Supreme sticker on it, except the part that should be red is blue, and the part that should be white is black. Always uses default profile pictures on social media. T H E M E S O N G Another One of Those Days Face Claim: Mariana Santana | #199f88

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Nora Gales

_{"From the smallest winds came the biggest waves."}

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___________________________________ N A M E Nora Jasmine Gales ∞ A L I A S E S ∞ NoraVitki99 A G E 18 G E N D E R Female: She|Her S E X U A L I T Y Pansexual/Demisexual C U R R E N T C I T Y Long Beach E T H N I C I T Y White ___________________________________ A P P E R A N C E Height: 5’ 5” Weight: 163lbs Hair: ∞ Light brown Eyes: ∞ Blue Body Type: Ectomorph Body Marks: Nothing but the occasional ink stain on her skin. Clothing Style: Anywhere from baggy clothes to summer beach clothes. Nora always has a gray hoodie on with a quote somewhat floppy hood that comes down to below her eyes occasionally. ___________________________________ R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S Single Crushes: ∞ None Current: ∞ None Past: ∞ No one worth mentioning F A M I L Y Father: Wayne Gales Mother: Jessica Gales P E T S A pit bull named Silver. ___________________________________

____________________________________________________________________________ L I K E S ✔ Runes ✔ Winter weather ✔ Fried rice ✔ Quiet areas ✔ Books ✔ Dogs ✔ Evenings and nights ✔ Old Nordic Cosmology D I S L I K E S ✘ Summer ✘ Fundamentalism, conservatives, evangelists, etc. ✘ Loud noises ✘ Stubborn-mindedness ✘ Most men ✘ Caramel ✘ Country music ____________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y Nora is a very grounded and rigid person. She doesn’t talk to a lot of people, especially since most of them don’t like her. The result of all this is that she treasures anyone who treats her with any manner of respect, and awarded one kindness with another. One could assume this extends at least someone from her association with the Asatru faith, as this is a trait many followers have, but due to her own past issues, she has learned to appreciate when people aren’t dishonorable scum. Nora’s typical demeanor is one that dissuades a lot of people, as she regularly comes off as frigid or stone-faced, but anyone who actually knows her knows this is just to keep away anyone not willing to be patient around her. Nora has trouble when it comes to putting trust in people, due to the fact that her trust has been betrayed on numerous occasions. When you get past her dampening atmosphere, Nora is a sweetheart to anyone she holds dear. She would burn down the entire world to keep her friends safe, treating them like found family. If you want to get to know her best, just be genuine, and don’t try to make moves on her. If you just talk to, and try to understand where she comes from, and the kind of lifestyle she leads, you won’t have any problems with her. Nora rarely smiles, but sometimes you can just tell when she’s feeling okay about you. ____________________________________________________________________________ B I O G R A P H Y Nora doesn’t like to open up about her younger days much, having dealt with an unloving, father, a disloyal scumbag boyfriend, and the inability to connect with most kids her age when she was younger. There are enough people who know about those things to count on a hand….Beyond that, though, before high school she developed an attachment to an old, pre-Christian cosmology and faith that is understood by more…metaphysically inclined people such as Eretia. She is more than comfortable in her religious practices, and enjoys indulging with Eretia on related subjects.z ____________________________________________________________________________ S C H O O L I N F O Nora was never a terribly active person in her classes, only participating mostly when necessary. She doesn’t use the term “Not like other girls,” but not many girls have a Havamal just sitting in their backpack. She’s most active in her electives, particularly World Religions and Debate, and where can level with others in an environment most appropriate for discussing less appealing subjects. G R A D E Y E A R 12 G P A & A V E R A G E 3.81 - B+ average F A V O R I T E S U B J E C T Her electives. E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R ∞ Business management ∞ Debate T R A N S P O R T A T I O N A bike. P L A N S A F T E R G R A D U A T I O N Undecided ____________________________________________________________________________ A F T E R S C H O O L I N F O Nora spends her downtime doing studies on runes, or doing more personal practices that she doesn’t talk about very often. She can sometimes be seen with a small number of friends in areas with little noise, such as the beach, a park, or stopping for food. E M P L O Y M E N T TBA F A V O R I T E P L A C E S ∞Parks, the beach, and with friends R E S P O N S I B I L I T I E S ∞School ∞Silver ∞Spiritual studies ____________________________________________________________________________ H O M E S W E E T H O M E TBA ∞ ? ∞ ? ∞ ? O T H E R Wears an assortment of runes on an arm band and a necklace, both of which she made out of repurposed pieces of material that would otherwise be thrown away. They’re special to her. Enjoys creativity, like sketching. or turning useless things into something else Don’t ask about the eye, she wears it for medical reasons. Eretia’s one of her closest friends More than happy to talk about her religion with others, as long as they’re respectful. Left handed On anxiety medicine T H E M E S O N G The Ship in Port Face Claim: Unidentified | #781fff

Delbrook Academy High School

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Delbrook Academy High School || SOL RP

this seems cool

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Just Another Hero

Yozoru Hoshi
_{The Cosmic Hero}

Nikushimi Shinsetsuna
_{The Malicious Hero}

And so, the lot of them descended on the hero like their lives depended on it. Aegis’ mood was made first. Al he did was point at her, and Nikushmi was already leapt into the air. Deitrich’s quirk let him generate barriers, it was obvious that if he was raising a hand to an enemy, he could change its shape to some form a weapon. That’s one attack evaded, now Keiji’s attack…A soaring kick. Nikishimi didn’t even flinch. In a fluid motion from her jump, she swatted his leg away, swinging his body around so his arm was reachable. Before hitting the ground, Keiji was already flying backwards towards Emiho, who was trying to take the long range apparoach. A smarter move, to be sure, but an unsuccessful one. That left Yozoru and Shinon…and Shinon’s monsoon.

An unprecedented surge of water had been conjured behind the pro. Shinon was a little more skilled at this than Nikushimi had anticipated. ”Interesting.” The hero didn’t even move, rather, she waited to draw a weapon from her person. A strangely shaped firearm with maleficent intent. Nikushimi quickly aimed her handgun at Shinon’s general direction and started firing blind shots, or rather, what appeared to be blind shots. She was aiming at the surroundings to scare her off. As she did so, she charged, leaping up from what could’ve been a 20 foot drop right into the balcony where Shinon and Yozoru still had been. Her next attack would be directed at Yozoru, who could easily fire off a long distance attack with varying degrees of success.

”Wha- Oh sh-“ In the midst of the attack, she had pressed her watch’s suit release to prepare the engine, which cushioned her slam into the wall, but now Nikushimi was standing on top of her. And she was struggling to shake her off.

”This is what pro-level combat is like.” She turned to both of them with a very, very nerve-racking tone in her voice. ”Either you fight, or you die. Villains don’t give mercy. Is this really the best you can do? You, Hoshi. You wanted to surpass Zeal, and this is what you showed up w-“ Yozoru’s suit popped an opening in it’s center, a shining sphere of light and fire was revealed. That prompted Nikushimi to backpedal away from the obnoxious blast that came forward. It was like someone had put a shotgun in her chest. Yozoru’s body let out what could only be described as a burning laser of starlight, which burned a hole in the roof of the training field. She then spun to her feet and shoulder charged Nikushimi…off of the balcony.

Nikushimi tumbled down and landed on her feet like a cat. ”A combat reset, I’m impressed.” The hero was, however, still composed. Shit, where’d her gun go?

”Everyone! Now!” Yozoru exclaimed, levitating off the balcony as she readied a blast of starlight. The idea was to combine their quirks into an all-or-nothing attack. Up to this point, though the fight had only started a few seconds ago, they were already scattered. If they didn’t put up everything they had, they might as well have put up nothing.

TENEBRAE: The Rebellion of Shadows (Ladies Only)

Rainsinger

”Yeah. Homesickness. You could say that. Old town’s a piece of work, but she’s our piece of work. Well, yours, I guess. You get it, anyway, I’m getting old. People retire when they’re old, dunno how much I got left in me. Being out there so long and not here very long, it’ll make you realize where you went ain’t much far from where y’came from.” An inhale of whatever he was drinking punctuated the awfully poetic explanation Linus just gave Lady Hel. For all his composed, somewhat standalone-ish nature, he always did have a soft spot for this place. It wasn’t out of memories, hell, he’d never touch this place again if that were the case. It made him him. The name “Rainsinger” wouldn’t exist were it not for mire of messes and street politics he grew up in. ”Guess I couldn’t stay away from the place’s charm for another twenty…Say, you wouldn’t happen to know anything about Fade, would you?”

And on they went. Reminiscing about this, that, and everything in between.

”Welp- Sweetness. It’s been a pleasure talkin’ with ya, funny enough, but I’ve got other reunions worth seeing to.” Linus slipped a $20 into the empty glass, not even feeling a buzz from the strong drink as he slid it down to the bartender before standing up. ”Grab me sometime, I’ll be in town a while. We can catch up some more anytime. Oh- and while you’re not busy, might wanna put those Shade Knights on a leash. Shade Knights…Shadow Knights, the guys in the dopey lookin’ hoods. The kook with the scar thought he was gonna spook me. I guess you know who I’m talking about, if you don’t, I don’t.” What were the odds Hel actually knew any more about them than he did? He felt them pretty high, given he took a life-long vacation. ”Tell your girls I said hey.”

And so he left.

Linus left the bar, and proceeded to make his way around Tenebrae, seeing all the old things he used to wake up to every day. From the looks of it, this old city hasn’t changed much, hasn’t aged a day, he thought. Then again, when he and Hel last knew each other, they were nothing but a bunch of squatters hiding from the rain as she put it. The sun was pulling more and more into the sky as he strolled down street after street, block after block, recalling old memories. The time he learned to walk on water, the time he made the whole city blind thanks to Carver. His “death.” The fire. That fire. It was all enough to make a man of his age sit back and think.

As he continued making his journey into the city, he saw it.

The old Crane factory.



A tall, crumbling spine of forgotten days and endings. The building wasn’t really a building anymore, but just a decayed husk kept together by settled soot and gravity. Long-forgotten police tape fluttered in the breeze as Linus stepped around broken glass. At one time, this was a busy and thriving place of work where many came and made something of themselves. That, however, was until Carver and Rainsinger came along. Linus stood in front of the old, twisted mess of construction that he destroyed, pondering the last time those two ever saw each other. The day this factory burned was the last time the man named Grayson ever lived, and the last time Rainsinger was seen in Tenebrae. If he looked hard enough, he could see what was left of the window they were both supposed to jump out of, in order to evade the cops. Too bad it didn’t work for them both, Carver got caught. Poor bastard. He stayed there for a while, and the sun started to hang lower and lower. It was about time to find a bed. Suddenly, a bag of fur and shiny eyes calling itself “Fauxpaw” was at his side with a message. “7. Where five fingers make a hand. Sunrider.”

Sunrider. That’s a name he damn near forgot…

Ellie

Ellie was already a quarter of a mile away from everyone when things started happening. She wasn’t aware that the Hunters were on Dream’s trail, otherwise there’d be nothing left of them at all. She was zooming down the roads and intersections, weaving through traffic in ways that could only be described as unusually hasty. But then, how else should one feel in her state? Memories were flood back into Ellie’s head that she wanted to bury; Fire. Insomnia-driven nights. Unchained decisions. Danger. Everything Ellie swore that she left dead and buried many years ago. The last - very last - thing she needed was anyone that she couldn’t trust knowing those things about her. It wasn’t a matter of fear, her life depended on it. There was nothing out there for her to go to if things went south. Last time, she got lucky, that one-in-a-million everyone gets only once in life. There were things building inside of her the longer she laid her floor flat against the throttle, and not the kind of thing that glowed.

Anger, bewilderment, embarrassment even. She was mad for reasons she could understand. Why would Rainsinger fake his death, what did he gain from that? Moreover, she felt like an idiot for thinking a man like him could die in a fire, what in hell did she think that for? It didn’t matter, she thought those things two decades ago. He was supposed to die two decades ago. Where has he been? Here? Somewhere else with a dock? So many things clouded her thoughts that she almost couldn’t think straight, she was going down roads she never went down anymore, towards the south east end of Tenebrae. Ellie passed through old neighborhoods, down cracked pavement and dusty houses. Colson Street. No one lived here anymore, not since anyone found out there was a gang of violent metas living under their noses. Weeds were growing in clumps out of old pavement, unattended to for years. Ellie stopped at a turn to look around the empty place. It’s been years.

Takeda was a ways behind her, she should’ve figured. That didn’t matter, she’d just keep driving. Whatever he wanted didn’t matter. She’d just keep driving. What she didn’t know is she wouldn’t have lost him yet. Even still, Ellie disappeared behind the turn and went straight for a little while long before another turn, and down a dead alley, and up a forgotten road again. She came to a desolate warehouse. Dulled sheet metal on the roof, rusted metal doors, weathered brick. In front of it was the remains of a fallen chain link fence, as if someone had flattened it with something. It lay tangled in overgrown grass, untouched for a lifetime. Ellie pressed on, affected by her surrounding not in unfamiliarity, but nostalgia. Foreboding, uncomfortable nostalgia.

She came to the front entrance, a garage door barricaded by cinderblocks in a stacked pattern, on the door off to the side for workers was a peeling, painted sign depicting a wire frame of a hand. The fingers were all different colors: Blood red, bright orange, faded gold, and navy blue. This was the place Ellie was coming to- the place where five fingers make a hand.

This was a dead place, in a dead part of Tenebrae, held by dead names.

And she didn’t even see Takeda follow her in.

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Ellie snaked her way under a rusted garage door that let her into the sprawling building. Boarded up windows that let in just enough light. Relic-old shipping trucks connected by boards used for walkways, and what used to be the Gray Dragon’s central base of operations. Ellie’s home away from home. Rainsinger’s real home. Fendrix’s castle. Carver’s lab. Fadeaway’s hideout. Rainsinger…

She continued into the grass-ridden building, knowing the place like the back of her hand. On the other side of this husk was a common space, where they hung like they were normal people discussing which banks to shatter. You know, the usual thing normal people do when they live in decaying warehouses in a city full of superhuman criminals. It felt…like the absolute opposite of catharsis sitting on the same stack of crates again, like she was 15 again, waiting on the sun to poke through the roof; When the rest of the gang would get here after her, after Grayson came crawling out of some unknown part of the building with a granola bar in his hand as he’d say-

”Hey, kid.”

That voice. That fucking voice.

Ellie’s whole body nearly fell to fight-or-flight. She tensed up into a stance as her eyes instantly locked onto him. He was roughly 30 feet away from her, walking out from behind a box of retail crates, with his hands in his pockets as if he just woke up 23 to 24 years ago. Ellie’s whole body was frozen, not out of fear, not out of rage, at least not yet. What she was feeling was the feeling you get when you hear something explode out your window. Like being floored, he was dead. But here he was. The one and only. Her face’s expression melted from shock to stand-off as she began to accept what she could see with her own two eyes. Grayson Danvers didn’t die. He simply left.

And now, he’s come back.

Linus stood away from her, at a considerable distance where punching didn’t work. He had an odd look on his face. It was a smile, a patronizing one. It was the kind of smile you get when someone’s trying to make a point. ”Did’ya miss me?”

”Grayson…”

”-He’s dead. I go by Linus now. Haven’t used the name Grayson Danvers in years.”

”Like in 20?” She sounded bitter and angry. She wasn’t either, just anxious.

”Easy there, Sunny. Your furball told me you were lookin’ for me. By the way, Hel says hey-“

”Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t kill you for real this time.”

”Who am I again?”

”You’re supposed to be dead!” Ellie shouted, her exasperation was showing. She was uncomfortable with the fact that he was here. Irrationally so. ”You burned! You just vanished!”

”Well, you’re half right.”

”Why?! Why didn’t you stay dead?! Gone?! What do you want?!”

”What, you think I came back for you? Take a knee, Sunny.”

”That’s not my name!”

”Right, lemme guess, you went and redeemed yourself. Got good, got right with yourself, and now you’re scared I’m gonna throw you out there, outta the kindness of my heart.”

Ellie didn’t have anything to say to that, because he was right.

”And you think I sailed all the way back to little old Tenebrae because your old friend Rainy had some sorta- karmic vendetta on the one who scattered the herd a whole generation ago? Your hand’s showing.”

”I…How…”

”Take a deep breath, kid- You think I’m gonna rat out my own runnin’ pal? Me?”

Ellie seemed speechless and disarmed of her anxiety. The more the thought about it, how would he make any dirt on her count after so long…

”There it is. See? Why don’t we start over…Ya miss me?”

Now that Ellie was thinking a bit more clearly, she took a more abrasive mindset, similar to the kind she had when she first met Takeda. Only now, it was with a hardened criminal rather than who she thought was a criminal.

”Grayson- Linus, whatever- what the hell are you doing here. You fake your death, leave without a trace like a ghost for 20 years, and come back for what exactly?!”

”Heh, I guess Hel says I’m homesick. Felt like seein’ the old place again. Tenebrae ain’t getting any older, no time like the present.”

”Yeah, right. I don’t trust that for a second.”

”Would I lie to you?”

”Don’t start with me.”

Of all things, Rainsinger laughed. One would swear this man made a hobby out of acting like an ass around dangerous women.

”Hey, come on. This is me we’re talkin’ about. Your old buddy, the Rainsinger. Oshus, Tenebrae’s Trident. Been meaning to swing by and say hello for a while, but things happen. Relax, kid. I ain’t like that no more. I didn’t come here to rob a bank. Doesn’t look like you do that either, am I right? You clean up your act?”

”Did you?”

”What kind of question is that? I got out, I moved up. Haven't I always told you that's what I wanted? Just to get better? Hell, we're standin' in what used t'be my house, now I got a boat and enough cash to retire like some Florida Keyes tax expert or whatever."

"And you just happened to come back to this, with all that? You hated Tenebrae."

"Yeah. Hated. It's easy to hate a city when it's full'a things ya don't have."

Ellie was at a loss for words. In the old days, the man who stood before her was known for his capability to flatten the city with so much as a wave of his hands. He was unpredictable, unreadable, and the only person who stood a chance again the bane of every normal person's life. And now, he stood here saying he was stopping into town because he was homesick. Nothing added up, it was like he was a completely different person, and she was dumbfounded. It made her uncomfortable, knowing he was here.

"Anyway, you invited me here. What's the word?"

"...I had to see you for myself, I didn't want to believe you weren't dead."

"Yeesh. That bad huh?

"What?"

"Must've scared you pretty bad, huh?"

"Look. Y-" Ellie heard an out-of-place noise behind Linus. Something knocked over, someone spying on them.

"Takeda?"

TENEBRAE: The Rebellion of Shadows (Ladies Only)

Ellie

Dream, Takeda and Fauxpaw found themselves acquainted apparently. It seeks Dream was already familiar with this little spy. That didn’t exactly come off as a shock, Fauxpaw was good at this sort of thing, finding things out and learning about people. ”Huh, so I guess we all know each other.” Except Takeda, of course. ”This is Madame Fauxpaw. She’s familiar with pretty much every vigilante in Tenebrae, and always has a good nose for sniffing out the truth. If she can’t figure something out, no one can.” Turns out she knew him, something about running from a relationship to “save the world.” Weird.

"I—uh, t-then you know why we're here,"

"Perhaps. I hope you plan on getting your eyes on that lab sooner rather than later. They make their move tonight, judging from the extensive sabotage."

What was happening exactly?

”What sabotage? Is something going on? Dream” Dream seemed stressed about something, and was already preparing to leave again... "If I'm not at the pier for our coffee date, start the mission without me. You'll be fine with the doc watching your back."

”What’re you talking about? Where are you going?”

Then she left.

"w-what's going on?"

"Maybe ask her yourself. Speaking of which, have you told Ellie about our unexpected guest?"

"You mean the hydrokinetic? Well, yes, uh, of course."

What?

”Let’s not.”

"Did you consider her history before opening your yap?"

Ellie shot Takeda a look that practically screamed “Not another word,” but Fauxpaw didn’t seem to take a hint. She began rattling off a dead man’s reputation, she was right on the mark, as usual. But the things she said were really just the surface level facts.

If he didn't fake his death, he would have wound up on the military's wanted list."

”Fake...?”

Everything else they said just went out the other ear. If anyone knew it was true, it was Fauxpaw. It felt like hours went by in the span of seconds. Ellie’s demeanor went from the usual to nothing short of a distant, detached feeling of despair. Ellie had to do something. Carver was locked up. Fadeaway disappeared, and the only person who actually stood a chance against that man was dead thanks to Ellie. She had to do something about this. This wasn’t good, this was bad. Whatever brought him back from wherever he went, she had to see it for herself.

”...Look. If, if what you’re saying is true, this is way worse than Takeda knew.” She spun around and looked to Takeda with a sharp, jagged gaze. ”Now, listen to me and listen good. I don’t care what you’ve read or hacked into, that man is not our friend. I don’t know why he’s here, but let me put it so you get my point. He could snap his fingers, and this city would disappear. Faux-“

She strutted around her room gathering things, her shoes, a jacket, a glock.

”If you got any idea where he’s at right now, I need you to find him and give him a message. Tell him, “Seven. Where five fingers make a hand...Sunrider.” He’ll know what it means-“ There was a fervent, uncharacteristic haste in her movements. ”If you need to find me, the Valks are gonna hear about this when I get to the bottom of it. They need to. Takeda, you’ve got my number but stay the hell away from where I’m going.”

”I’m taking the drone, I’m gonna follow through with the mission, don’t worry, just text me when it’s time, I’ve got that covered, it’s fine.”

And grab the drone she did, and with a flash of light, she jumped off the several stories high balcony without even thinking about it. Not even two minutes later, a motorcycle churned away into an unknown location.

Rainsinger

”Terrorism and Humanists still, figures. Thieves? Sounds fun.” Linus took a long drag on the noticeably stronger drink. What wasn’t noticeable however, has his reaction. He’s had stronger. It was definitely a good drink to indulge in after a day on the sea, though. Linus sat there, taking in the buzz of the day, until a change stifled the air. The lights around the place took to dimming, and the bartender seemed to feel it too.

”Hello Oshus.”

A familiar name, a similar voice.

An old acquaintance.

”Mm. It’s been a while, Helasdottir. Hasn’t it?” He uttered another name back, in an improvised Germanic accent, very obviously not intimidated by the presence of such a woman. Lady Hel, ruling leader of one of the older gangs. The Valkyries. They had worked together a decent amount, enough for both of them to know one another’s skills and capabilities quite well. A rocky history, with a discordant ending. Sure enough, who could picture them meeting like this? ”You sound...different. New cover?” He joked, quite literally having a laugh with death.

"Word was, you managed to burn yourself to death."

”Hm. You sound surprised. You know me better than that-“ A coy, snarky undertone in his voice that few people would have the nerve, let alone the right, to speak to her with. ”You don’t think I’d die in a fire, do you? That guy? Even if old Sparky wanted to trap me for real, you think he’d hold a candle to me? Know what, don’t answer that.” Eluding to irony, Rainsinger took down another half of his drink in one breath.

”Anyway, what I just heard, something rough’s goin’ on around here. Never changes, I guess. How’s the gang doing? You ever take over for Jörm while I was out, or did someone take the man’s seat after he died?” He asked casually, like he didn’t just come back from being dead 20 years and accidentally throw an unforeseen wrench into an unknown amount of plans on several fronts. Lady Hel probably had better things to do than shoot the breeze with an old ally, but it’s not like he did.

Just Another Hero

Nikushimi Shinsetsuna
_{The Malicious Hero}

"Good...Good." The number of heroes with a desire to improve under serious conditions was indeed fortunate. Japan needed this kind of heroism. As the interns gathered around their chosen pro heroes, it became clear where everyone was going, Yozoru, Keiji, Shinon, Konig, and Emiho would be her interns. "Well, students. I like what I am hearing...But - and let this sink in - the training you are going to endure under my guidance will, as they say, separate the heroes from the dreamers. You will either emerge from Emerald Miasma as a group of professional heroes with the skill and capability to surpass Zeal as if he were a child, or you won't at all." There was zero pull in the punches of Nikushimi's words, she was being dead honest. They would endure something very harsh, if they can't give it their all in training, they can't give it their all in practice. "Now. Your teachers will excuse you whenever you need to be, and I will see to it that you're brought to the agency whenever it is time to train, which will be every day of the week after your classes. The logistical side of it all will be handled, all you need is to act like you want this. Let's go." She turned around abruptly and walked out, with her anklebiting promises in tow. When the lot of them made it to the entrance, a number of vehicles sat outside belonging to various pros, the one closest to the was a black, spacious vehicle with a well-dressed man with goat horns waiting outside. This was Haikeo, the driver. "Good evening, Eirei students, shall we?"

"We're ready, take us back."

Roughly a half hour drive later, and the entire group appeared outside a rather unsuggesting penthouse. It simply looked like the home of a wealthy person who lived in mellow comfort. A gate opened, and they were brought inside.



There wasn't much to say, provided the students kept their jaws off the floor.

"This is the Emerald Miasma Agency. Do not be fooled by the citizen-like interior. Everything you will need is below the floor. Hidden away." They all stood in the common room, like guests to a party, but Nikushimi strode across the floor to a wall, as she tapped a certain spot on it, the entire wall opened up to reveal an elevator.

One trip later, everyone was in a training ground. They stood atop a staircase flanking a balcony to a vast, spacious field that was designed to accommodate virtually any quirk and fighting style. The entire room felt several times larger than the house they were just in.



"This is where we will all train for most of your time spent here. In this room, you do not need to worry about damage, or casualties, unless told otherwise. Whatever you could do with your quirks at Eirei, you can do better here. I will push every single one of you to the absolute limit in this very room, and you will be lucky to leave here alive. To restate: There are no limits here. A real hero knows the absolute limits of their quirk, and you will only find that limit, when you're able to explore it."

A moment of silent passed, as Nikushimi allowed her interns to take in everything she just said, needless to say, they were already moving quite fast, they had to, to keep up with everything around them that was changing. This was their world now.

"There's a catch though. Your first assignment, is to face me." She declared, leaping off the balcony down to the open arena below.

"The five of you have proven to show great promise at Eirei; Emiho's empath quirk, Yozoru's speed, Shinon's power...it's all useful. But the question I have is, how will all of you fare against an opponent who greatly outmatches you?!" She shouted, cracking her knuckles. "You are all going to come at me with the intent to kill, however you want, and you will earn your place here. Coordinate, overpower me, form a strategy, or fumble over each other, I don't care."

She stared at the lot of them with the most unintimidated look she could make.

"Do your worst. All of you. Prove to me that you deserve to be heroes."

Every student at Eirei academy is issued a nanotechnology watch that is configured manually to match the schematics of their hero outfits. For example, Yozoru’s engine of creation immediately forms out of nowhere with a radiant glow of light, while Shinon’s priestly vestments seek to just flow into being. In short, you press a button, you’re ready for battle.