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Komei Academy

When you go to sleep and wake up to see that there are two dozen posts IC and people are posting the bee movie script OOC

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Komei Academy

The tearful goodbye at the station was quite heart warming. Daichi's mother, a stout woman, was sure to check that the young boy had everything he needed for his new school life. As the train pulled away from the station, Daichi was left to wonder what his new life was going to be like. Surely, the new students were not going to be exactly friendly with someone as large and... monstrous looking. Then again, Musutafu was a completely different city. Perhaps things would be nicer there. He silently made sure to check that his luggage, containing all the school supplies he was asked to bring, was still near his feet. The long train ride ended abruptly, and Daichi made his way towards the motel which his mother had made a reservation for. The sound of heavy footsteps greeted the patrons of the establishment and, after handing over the money that he was sure to bring, Daichi made his way to his room. The place was far cleaner than many others, and the fact that he barely had to speak to the clerk made for the entire experience to be rather pleasant. Then again... This was his first night from home. But Daichi had to learn to accept that he wasn't going to see his mother in a long time. He turned on the television, and fell asleep to the sound of a newscaster reporting the major villains still at large. He awoke at 6:00 AM, and began to get ready for his first day of school.

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Daichi began to become frantic. Despite arriving at the school's gates nearly an hour early, the gates refused to open to his ID card. Daichi, believing this to be some kind of error, patiently waited for another student to try their luck, and each time, he was disappointment with a loud beep. It seemed that the gate was simply locked off. Pacing nervously, Daichi was nearly tempted to call for authorities by 8:15 AM. Fortunately, the gates began to respond to the students IDs, and opened mechanically to the students. Daichi nearly slammed into a small, blue-haired boy as he walked onto the academy premises. He quickly ran for the front doors, or as quickly as he could considering how bright it was. The main reason Daichi left early was to make sure he could manage to walk to the school in the sunlight. Clumsily waddling, he made his way towards the three guards who stood in front of the entrance. One child tried to make his way into the building, was pushed back by the largest man. Daichi jumped back slightly in shock.

"Sorry, but we were ordered not to allow any students in this way! The ground floor area of this building is blocked off to everyone until further notice!"

Daichi swung his head from side-to-side, searching for any possible way into the place that held his future. As he did so, two paths emerged; The Left Wing, and the Right Wing. Several tense seconds passed, until Daichi had come to a decision. Right is always right, right? Daichi began to make his way to the right extension of the building.

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The hall way was filled with flickering light, which felt nice on Daichi's skin. He could feel his stamina returning. A look to the clock on the wall told him the time was 8:20! Quickly, the large boy made his way across the path, before a rolling chair slid by him. A woman with red hair poke her head from the room in which the chair emerged, and made her way to chair, sitting lightly on it.

"Students! Do you have time for a small check up? I do like to keep my medical records up to date after all...I believe most of you require a blood test."

Daichi, large frame shaking from a combination of fear and urgency, replied to the woman.

"I-I'm sorry, S-Sensei. I have t-to g-g-get to c-class."

Internally, Daichi sighed. He was stuttering a lot more than usual, and whether it was from stress or the fact that he was so late, the woman was clearly not helping. He tried to maneuver past the woman, in hopes that she would allow him to pass.

From the Weakest Goblin To the Greatest God

Lomen's screech did the job, and the injured boar turned to face him. As he did so, Kishi maneuvered himself to it's side, before driving the spear through the mighty beasts flank. The feeling of flesh give way as easy as air caused the goblin to grin. Surely, this is how the wolves must have felt. Killing something so easily... It made Kishi grin. Not out of happiness, but out of satisfaction. He was going to kill anything and everything that threatened his kind, his family. This boar was no exception. Kishi held the spear firmly, before twisting it and letting it go. The boar trembled slightly, almost as if it was trying to fight the fact that it nearly died, before it's legs simply gave way. The eyes of the creature rolled back in it's head, and it remained still. A long, drawn out breath exited, and the creature expired.

Kishi grinned.

The fear of death was gone, at least temporarily. It was imposible for him to die, at least right now. He refused to die as long as there was one creature that threatened the goblin existence. His kind were not meant to be stepping stones, as food. Not anymore, at least.

Lomen moved close to the east and began to extract the heart, which Kishi had honestly thought was destroyed. Lomen turned to the goblin.

"You should eat a bit as well before we take this back to camp. I think it would be best to share our hunt with the clan since I am well fed and we still have a wolf I need to show you how to skin."

Kishi's eyes turned towards the tusks of the creature, and he carefully removed his spear so as to not harm Lomen. Kishi quickly slashed at the two blade-like bones with his spear. Both broke off cleanly, and Kishi tossed one of them to Lomen. As Kishi replaced the horn of the rabbit with the tusk, he gave out his response.

"I refuse to eat this. At least, right now. I will not eat this until every other goblin in our home has had their fill. Grandfather especially. He is far to old to be doing his own hunting."

Kishi wasn't going to let any goblin in his home die, even if they couldn't hunt. If he had to, he was going to feed every damn one of them himself. The tusk was curved and, as a result, Kishi's spear was now more akin to a halberd than anything else. Kishi gave the weapon several practice swings before Lomen spoke again.

"Also, Kishi, I do not know what happened when you made your screech earlier, but I have gotten a skill called 'challenge'..."

An intense wave of pain flooded throughout all of Kishi's body. All around him was pure blackness, and an intense feeling of hunger consumed his being. Slowly, the hunger faded, leaving in it's place a cold numbness. Just as soon as it appeared, it faded away, and Lomen's voice reappeared.

"...something like this after the fight with the wolves?"

Kishi breathed heavily, a look of fear in his eyes. He tuned away from Lomen, and gave out his reply.

"...I don't know what you're talking about, Brother Lomen."

A wetness appeared on his face, and Kishi reached up to remove it. As he pulled away, a red liquid followed.

...Blood?

Kishi wiped away the fluid quickly, before moving to the rear of the beast and grabbing hold of it's hooves.

"...We should take this back home. We can divide up the parts back there. Besides, this thing is too large to carry back with anything else, and the blood will draw lot's of attention."

The fear of death had returned.

Goblins

@The 4 Winds,@Jangel13

Komei Academy

Daichi Nakai

Appearance

Having spent a majority of his life taller and heavier than most adults, Daichi has some height issues. While he tries to not let it bother him, the fact that he needs to ride in the back of a pickup truck has led to numerous... problems. He typically wears tight fitting clothes and very large hoodies, but loves his large school uniform. He enjoys covering his head with a hoodie, mainly just to hide his monstrous visage. He went through a phase of not using any plant products, but has gotten over it. Everywhere he goes, he usually has some form of meat, usually as jerky. His deep, grumbling voice is made humorous by his infamous stuttering, a condition he despises. His skin has a hard, almost stone-like texture, but is still flesh.

Name:
Daichi Nakai

Gender:
Male (I-I think?)

Age:
15

Height:
229 cm

Weight:
169 kg

Personality:
A loud, kind individual, Daichi is quick to stand up for others when no one else will. He refuses to back down when he is given a mission, and will hold himself to complete it. Usually, this meant getting groceries from the car, not arresting villains. While he tries not to show it, Daichi is terrified to have been accepted into Komei. He does his best to fit in with the crowd, but refuses to stand down if he sees bullying or some injustice. Due to his problems with internal injuries, Daichi has some health problems, particularly a shortness of breath. Because of his lack of... manhood, Daichi doesn't really feel anything special towards females. He is very self conscious about this deformity and his inability to conceive children, and he will try to hide it as much as possible. Due to his large frame, almost everything he owns is a much larger version of what it is supposed to be, and he is forced to act as carefully as he can around other people. Despite his loud mouthing, he means everything he says, and he cares about everyone and everything, filling the optimistic role nicely. Daichi has an incredibly naive attitude, fueled by a life of sheltering and love, to the point where he believes prison is interchangeable with shelter and killing another person is unthinkable, if not subconsciously impossible. He is far to trusting for his own good, and he does whatever he can to help, usually failing and causing harm.

Despite his cheery attitude and optimistic view on life, Daichi really doesn't care about himself. He does not remember a time when other children would play with him, and he hasn't called someone a 'friend' for the past 11 years. Every time he looks at himself in the mirror, all he ever sees is the same, disgusting monster. He buries all of his self hate under the desire to help others, which was the main reason he decide to enroll into Komei in the first place. Someone could attack him without him batting an eye, but he would do everything in his power to help someone if they needed it. If Daichi ever managed to find a friend, he would do anything and everything to make them happy. He has known since he had first gotten his quirk that he was... special. He was nowhere near as smart or witty as his classmates. He was just the ugly, dumb monster. He is incredibly good at reading, and does so on a university level, but he lacks the ability to do complicated math or memorize things easily. A-at least his vocabulary is amazing! The largest flaw in his personality is by far his naiveté, which has resulted in him giving tens of thousands of yen to 'investors' and the 'homeless'. The one thing he refuses to do is go into the water, which he has an immense fear of. If the water rises above his mouth, he refuses to go near it.

Background:
Born in Kyoto to a single mother, Daichi led a completely normal life. He was quite bright for his age, to the point where his daycare thought he would accomplish great things in the future. His mother, a Florakinetic, owned a small flower shop which kept the family in a comfortable position financially. Daichi dreamed of inheriting his mother's quirk, and taking over the shop when she grew too old. He never knew his father, but he really couldn't care less at the time. After all, kids always look forward to getting their quirks. They never stop to think of what they would do if things turned out differently.

The moment went by instantly for Daichi. He closed his eyes for a second, and he was suddenly taller than his mother. His muscles bulged without any effort, threatening to rip his skin apart, and he felt so much... heavier. None of this was on Daichi's mind however. The only thing that was on his mind was the fact that he couldn't breath. His tongue, a massive blob of flesh, was far back in his mouth, near his throat. Presumably, this was meant to prevent biting it with knife-like teeth. Unfortunately, it also blocked his windpipe, resulting in him passing out. He awoke in the nearby hospital several hours later, his mother sobbing by his side.

His father had the same quirk, and had left the country in order to avoid persecution for tax evasion. Daichi's mother had seen the process of Daichi's quirk activating, which took several minutes until completion. She had been the one to call the ambulance for him. And she was also the person to tell him the bad news.

Having gone so long without oxygen, Daichi's brain had suffered immense damage. It was unlikely for him to ever recover fully, and he was destined to be mentally handicapped. Additionally, his left lung had suffered shock from the event, resulting in a shortness of breath and severe asthma. Daichi remained in the hospital for 4 months, and left just in time for his birthday.

He had turned 4.

As the years went by, it became clear that Daichi had changed, and not just mentally. He lost the numerous friends he had made, and he never managed to make anymore. He was far less expressive, and also was introverted. He began to read almost obsessively, and his small garden nearly tripled in size. He was delving into himself, and shutting everyone else out.

At 8, Daichi was taller than the average man, and weighed just as much. It was then that he decided to join the local soup kitchen. Maybe he wanted to recover himself before he became a social pariah, or maybe he simply wanted to be something besides the monster he appeared to be. Or maybe there was no reason. But the faces of those he saw that day changed him. They didn't sneer at his face, or cringe at his voice. They didn't shake in fear when he walked near them. They simply smiled, and thanked him for the food. He wanted to help people as much as possible.

For the next 6 years, Daichi became a local legend, and was the go-to guy if someone had a problem. People no longer looked at him with fear, but with gratitude. As the years went on, this sense of justice and satisfaction became addictive, to the point where Daichi had selected his future career.

Professional hero.

Daichi spent the next year studying furiously, and spending every waking moment learning. After months of studying and a grueling exam period, he successfully managed to make it into the famous Komei Academy, bottom of his class. After a tearful goodbye with his mother, Daichi left for Musutafu, to show the world that he wasn't just some monster.

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Quirk:
Monstrous Physiology

Classification:
Mutant

Description:
Daichi has an incredibly strong body. Something such as a regular punch would probably break a person's hand, and it would take a large number of small caliber bullets to take him down. Strength wise, it would be easy for him to throw cars, let alone punches. Something large, like a building or truck, however, is beyond his capabilities. He is able to see in the dark, and can jump three meters vertically in the air. He is at full strength in the dark.

Unfortunately, Daichi's quirk comes with some side effects. He is, compared to his classmates, mentally dim, and his quirk reshaping his mouth has caused him to develop a severe stutter. Additionally, subtlety is a foreign concept for him, as simply walking generates a lot of noise. Speed is also unknown to him, as he has horrible cardiovascular strength, to the point where jumping places would be faster. Internal damage is by far the biggest threat, as most surgical scalpels cannot pierce his skin, leading to numerous health problems throughout Daichi's life. Daichi has no sense of smell, and his stomach has become incapable of digesting plants, leading to a carnivorous life style. On the topic of food, Daichi requires 5000 calories a day which, while not to threatening in modern day Japan, would be incredibly dangerous in a survival situation. Daichi's durability only extends to physical trauma, and mental attacks are more than twice as effective on him. He has numerous 'weak points' scattered throughout his body, mainly on his back and lower on his neck. These spots glow bright red when he is in a rage, and will cause him to fall unconscious if hit with large amounts of force. His quirk is constantly active, making Daichi gain a very careful disposition when it comes to other people, the inability to swim, and a very low IQ. Finally, Daichi is 50% weaker in the light, leading to his more 'nocturnal' sleep cycle.

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Talents:
Boxing: Due to his size and lack of dexterity, Daichi has adopted the western art of Boxing. He is quite experienced, but nowhere near tournament level.

Gardening: Despite being a pure carnivore, Daichi has been known to be an avid gardener, and does his best to keep his plants alive. He's the kind of guy who brings his potted plants inside during bad weather.

Foreign Language: Unsurprisingly for the guy with the intelligence of a child, Daichi has an incredible grasp on foreign languages. He has nearly mastered English (Westaboo), and has made great progress towards Chinese. He will occasionally make exclamations in English, mainly for effect or attention.

Strength in Light

• Lift small cars, but cannot throw them.
• Tires out quicker, as if he was underwater
• Jump 1 meter in the air
• Can take several small caliber bullets before needing immediate medical attention.

Strength in Intense Light (Flash bang, Fire, Etc.)

• Slightly-below average human strength.
• Human durability
• Walking is impossible
• High chance of fainting from fatigue/ lack of stamina.
• Exposure of more than a minute will cause cardiovascular muscles to fail, resulting in heart attacks.

We Was Reincarnated!

A historical play was not really the best thing to go to, but Kenji really didn't mind that much. After all, this was his first field trip. His parents were really starting to go easy on him. Maybe they realized that he was starting to become to old for them to breath down his neck anymore. Not that he would want to get on their bad sides. As Kenji was lost in thought, he barely noticed the bus turn onto the thin mountain pass. Many of the other students moved away from their window seats. Considering the proximity the bus was to the edge, it was to be expected. Luckily, Kenji didn't have to share space with anyone as he moved to the other side of his seat. He was sitting alone... like always. The bus bumped on the road. Kenji couldn't react when he heard a person scream. Blinding whiteness... And then, nothing.

Kenji opened his eyes in a room.

The blinding light made it nearly impossible to focus on the voice, and a slip of paper appeared in his hands.

Kenji found himself in a forest, the trees overhead nearly engulfing the sun entirely. The voice of the man rung out, this time far more clearly. South... Considering the fact that the sky was obscured by leaves, that would definitely be a problem. No... That didn't matter.

He died.

Kenji fell to the ground, the contents of his stomach churning with realization. His life... Everything he worked for... Wasted.

Kenji slowly raised to a stand, and listened to the others converse. One of them, Chloe, seemed familiar... That's right, she was a girl who came by the student council in the beginning of the year to ask for increased funding for the track team...

Following the orders of the man who had talked to the group, Kenji prayed. Is this how it works? I would appreciate it if you could show me my... Status screen? As soon as the thought was finished, a blue screen hovered in front of him. It displayed some familiar words, and Kenji had the feeling it was something like those RPGs that the disciplinary club was always confiscating. Considering Kenji had never played a video game in his life, he had no clue how this even worked. All he knew was that these were people from the bus... Others who have died. The conversation they were having continued on, and Kenji realized that he also was wearing different clothes. Plain purple robes were adorned across his body, and to his side was a sheathed... dagger. The thought of simply throwing the dagger away crossed his mind, but Kenji decided against it. If worst comes to worst, Kenji would need something to protect the others in the group.

Kenji quickly adopted his authoritative "In-charge" voice, and began to speak to the people who surrounded him.

"Can I have your attention please? I believe introductions are in order. My name is Kenji Watanabe, student council vice-president. I apparently have some skill called Enchanting and Pain Resistance. Before we do anything, we need to find out what happened to us. I assume the rest of you were in that bus as well?"

Despite the fact that he was only addressing 5 people, Kenji's heart was thundering in his chest. This sure as hell wasn't some picnic, everyone here died. Kenji had thought about death before, even suicide, but never thought about what it meant... No. This wasn't a bad thing. It became clear what had happened. God gave him this chance. God is giving him the chance to save everyone.

And he wasn't going to mess up.

We Was Reincarnated!

Posting soon, sorry for the delay.

From the Weakest Goblin To the Greatest God

Time had slowed to a crawl as Kishi gripped the spear. His muscles, much larger than they had been the day before, tensed in preparation, and his breathing slowed. The boar, tensing every muscle in it's body. The creature looked as if it was about to catapult it's way through the very trees in it's path. Kishi wasn't going to fail. He wasn't going to die.

Not now, anyways.

Lomen had begun to inch his way closer, and the boar took notice. It immediately entered a rage, charging at the goblin with speed that was at an incredibly intense level. Lomen, with dexterity that reminded Kishi of Xaal, dodged out of the boar's path with ease. The boar, barely managing to stop itself, began another rampage which Lomen expertly dodged, leading it mere feet from Kishi's position.

Kishi leaped downwards, pushing off the branch to deliver as much force as possible. With surprising ease, Kishi's spear penetrated the beast's thick hide, striking down to the bone. Kishi felt spine hit his spear, before he leaped away, pulling his blade with him. The boar thrashed in pain, desperately flailing in a poor attempt to rid the goblins from it's presence. Kishi felt no pity. It was kill or be killed. The black wolves had taught him that fact the previous night. And Kishi wasn't going to let any of his family be killed.

Not again.

Lomen released a bloodcurdling scream, similar to what Kishi had done earlier in the day. Kishi slowly maneuvered himself, trying to make his way behind the boar. All the while, Lomen was trying to draw the monster's attention with his screaming and the rapid swinging of his horn. If he managed to succeed, Kishi would deliver another Precise Strike to the Boar's rear.

Goblins

@Jangel13,@The 4 Winds

Code Geass - War For the Homeland

The atmosphere was tense, but Robert felt as if a heavy load was removed from his shoulders. He wasn't going in combat. Considering his level of education, it was actually quite idiotic of him to think he would be engaged in combat with the best forces the Eu had to offer. Surely, Robert would be capable of simply lying his way into the base, and he was more than happy with the way things were developing. He would be an important member of the team, without having to risk as much. Perfect. Jack, or as the muscular man in the corner referred him, "Jake", seemed to be an excellent leader, but seemed a little... too willing to follow the general's orders. Then again, it was hypocritical of Robert to think like this. When he realized this, he stopped the line of thought quickly, and turned back to the task at hand.

"Thank you for clearing up that misunderstanding, General. I would be honored to be a part of this plan, and I agree with Miss Shiomi in that we should make preparations immediately."

Robert slowly closed his journal, which he had been doodling random numbers and symbols in an attempt to make those watching think he is smart. Robert began to speak once more, this time with a steadier and tired voice.

"If that is all... *Yawn* ...I believe we should begin to prepare. I will leave at your dismissal, General."

Robert smiled slightly, before closing his eyes. He was planning to immediately find his Knightmare and sneak a nap in the cockpit as soon as the meeting was adjourned.

Summoners of Babel

The night had been incredibly hectic. The man, Lux, as he addressed himself, was incredibly... dramatic? Samuel had a hard time putting the man into proper words rather than a collection of scrambled letters. The two had managed to hit it off, at least, which surely means something. Unfortunately, the heated discussion that arose between Lux and Alex resulted in a quick ending to the night. Samuel, dejected after his attempt at peace was ignored, went to the room which Okami had offered to him. His robes, incredibly dirty and caked in sweat, were thrown into a pile at the door. Samuel did not even have time to wonder where Gabriel had wandered, before drifting off to the land of dreams.

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"Samuel... Please man, you gotta come back!"

"C'mon man, I haven't eaten in days! Wait any longer and I'll even be able to get free myself!"

"Please Samuel, get back soon! I need some help over here..."

"Dammit..."

"Please..."

"..."

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Samuel woke up in the middle of the night, covered in a thin veil of sweat. A light thumping was emanating from behind his window, but Samuel was unable to hear it over his own heartbeat. Samuel slowly rose out of his bed, before immediately rushing to the bathroom. What felt like hours passed by, as Samuel's stomach wretched and regurgitated everything he had eaten the night before. Samuel slowly closed his eyes, as tears rapidly fell from his face. By the time he had cleaned the area and left, the sun had already risen. Gabriel was nowhere in sight. Samuel quickly washed his robes in the clean bathroom, before sligning them on, still wet. After all, it would at least wake him up.

Samuel made his way down to the main bar, which was now but a hollow shell of its former glory. All that remained of the patrons from the night before were a few drunkards, and those who had still not finished their drinks. Moving himself to the bar, Samuel ordered a water and did his best to remove the scent of vomit from his breath. Samuel spent the next few hours drifting between conscious and unconsciousness, until a voice that sounded familiar echoed the name of the boy he was waiting for.

"Pardon, sir? Sorry to bother you. My name is Faera, I'm looking for someone named Okami, so do you happen to know where him and his group are?"

Samuel raised his head from the bar, and motioned for the young girl to come closer. As he did so, he noticed that his robes had dried in the heat of the tavern, and he lightly called out to her.

"Greetings, Faera. I believe Okami is still asleep in his room. Do you know where the rest of the group is?"

It was good to see that the team was still together.

The sight of a young man's face filled Samuel's mind. He couldn't be slothful in his mission. He had come to the tower for a reason. And he was not going to back down. Not now.

Samuel, lost in thought, did not even notice Gabriel seated neatly in his lap.

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Finally! Now that everyone is going to bed, it is time for me to practice the ancient forbidden art!

Flight!

I quickly moved my way through the tavern, avoiding feet as if they were slow moving, glacial as... Glaciers.

By the time I had made my way out, I was already analyzing my surrounding, using my eagle-like vision to find the perfect passageway to the top of the tavern. Finally, it came to me like a puppy duckling to it's master: The gutter!

While the way to the top was... unpleasant, to say the least, I had successfully reached my goal: The roof! Now, the mighty Gabriel merely needed to learn how to fly before the winged maiden sees him again. How hard could that be?

I took several strides back, before running forwards and leaping off the ledge.

I then plummeted and smashed face first in the ground.

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As it turned out, I have severely underestimated gravity. Additionally, simply flapping your wings as hard as you can while praying does not gift one with the ability of flight. With my body broken bruised and my pride battered scratched slightly, I made my way to the washroom of the tavern. Roughly an hour later, I emerged perfect. As usual.

Besides, I hear ladies love a man with tons of scars!

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Code Geass - War For the Homeland

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