Calling a spot, this looks really cool! Question though, what's the average power level for students you're hoping for? I'd like to play a character from a line of excellent void wizards, so he's a super prodigy when it comes to void magic. Maybe even master-level. However, he never uses it and instead focuses on creation magic which he's horrible at, just barely apprentice level, because he's afraid of void magic's negative and absolute nature.
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Clay McCog
Behind the Bodega - September 1st, 17:10
As much as he tried, Clay couldn't block out the sounds of cat calls. However, he did manage to keep his instincts at bay by regulating his breathing like his therapist had taught him. Breathe in while counting to four, hold breath while counting to seven, breathe out while counting to eight. Breathe in while counting to four, hold breath while counting to seven, breathe out while counting to eight.
He eventually made it through the alleyway out to the back of Mr. Gar's bodega, and crossed the ditch over to the woods. Phew. While he could still hear the commotion and pick up the scent of cat, he was far enough away that his logical side could easily overpower his instinctual side.
Guess I'll be camping out over here for a while. Luckily, this Feliking fellow seems pretty physically weak, the boy thought to himself, I estimate it'll take the other employees about five minutes to take care of him, and throwing in another ten minutes to turn the civilians back to normal, I'll just have to sit tight for fifteen minutes.
As he pondered, a scruffy brown strolled out from behind a dumpster and hopped across the ditch, grabbing onto the other side with her front paws. Mutt then pulled herself up and ambled over to Clay.
'Do not give me that look, I bet you have more trouble controlling instincts than I,' he motioned in slight irritation and sat down next to her.
Clay McCog
Lakewood Plaza - September 1st, 17:08
"Oh yeah, you still have that thing about prey. You wanna, uh, sit this one out Clay?" his brother asked. Still grasping his ears much too hard, Clay slowly nodded, turned and began walking back towards the store. Each step almost mechanical and rhythmic as he forced himself forward with his tail curled once around one of his legs. Finally, he made it inside and closed the door. Slumping to the floor with his back against the wall, he sighed, partially out of relief, partially out of disappointment. Stupid habit. He rubbed the bruise on his forehead caused from running into the door earlier as he tried to calm down. Ommmm... Ommmm... Ommmm...
SMASH!
One of the front store windows shattered as a blur of pink shot out and towards the nearest cat. Approaching at high velocity, Ms. DeVine couldn't react in time and was slammed with a headbutt. She screeched in surprise, anger, and pain before being grabbed by the tail, swung in the air a couple times, then let go.
Clay watched the cat fly in an arc across the parking lot with a smug look that quickly turned to horror.
No! I mustn't! I have to get out of here! He took off towards an alleyway beside the store and covered his eyes with his hands. There's nothing here, there's nothing here, there's nothing here, there's nothing here...
Clay McCog
Lakewood Plaza - September 1st, 17:00
Let's see, diapers, diapers, where art though diapers, Clay thought, navigating the storage labyrinth underneath the backroom. It wasn't that he didn't know where they were, just not where they were at this very moment. It seemed like every time he needed them, the Ultimate Diapers were in a different place. A week ago, they were in the far, far back, where light itself dared not go. A couple days ago, they were right by the stairwell down. Today, they were... um...
ALL EMPLOYEES, TO THE PARKING LOT! WRECK THIS NERD! NERD! NERD! NERD!
Clay blew the hair up out of his eyes in annoyance as the assistant manager's voice echoed through the backroom. Jerkface Mr. Poe, always sending those stupid henchmen over and wasting everyone's time. It's not like his villains ever actually accomplished anything. Viki, Iris, and Tatsumaki usually had them begging for mercy before they took more than a few steps out of their delivery boxes. And yet, everyone made it out to be such a huge deal whenever a new henchman appeared. The storage imps that guarded the Holy Hand Grenades? Now they were an actual threat, but most of the other employees acted like they didn't even exist. If it weren't for the fact that they were allergic to canines, Clay would've probably been in big trouble.
"Hey, c'mon! We gotta villain to fight!" Iris's voice bounced down the elevator shaft. Clay sighed. Despite the fact that he couldn't actually fight, she always tried to get him involved. Well, at least he always felt included.
He turned and started to jog back towards the stairs when he spotted something out of the corner of his eye. Target found, objective complete. There, in all their glory, were the beautiful, beautiful diapers. Since he didn't have much time before the other employees tore the limbs off the villain he was supposed to be fighting, he quickly swallowed a whole bunch of boxes and dashed for the exit.
He made his way up the staircase, slid past the mostly empty shelves in the backroom, and slammed into the employee's only door.
That, uh, that opens inward... Clay flinched, rubbing his bruised forehead. Pulling himself back to his feet, he exited the back and grabbed a laser sword off the shelves on his way towards the parking lot.
Cats.
The boy's fox ears began to twitch.
So many Cats.
His tail's sporadic movements became a lot more frequent.
Stop it Clay, what did dad tell you about succumbing to your primal instincts! he warned himself, grabbing a hold of his ears. Keep yourself focused. Neither Lyle nor Kokuro have this problem.
He took a deep breath and turned to face Feliking.
Ms. DeVine, the 9th grade English teacher at Lakewood High was just about to head home after a bit of shopping. She had just purchased some meat and vegetables for a stew when suddenly she was a lot more feline than she last checked.
"Oh my, that Feliking character is getting between me and my dinner! I must go and give him a good scolding!" Ms. DeVine flaunted over to him, her tush swishing back and forth.
The next day...
"What? ... What do you mean you're in the hospital? ... You were turned into a cat when out for groceries yesterday? ... Attacked!? By whom!? ... A boy with fox ears and pink hair? ... Yes... Uh huh... I understand, I will get someone to substitute until then... Uh huh... Well, we all wish you well soon, Ms. DeVine... Alright, goodbye."
The principal at Lakewood Highschool sighed, then began dialing a number.
How about an Edolasian guild instead of one form Earthland? That world remains woefully unexplored :)
Ooooooh, that is genius! I can't believe I've never thought of something like that :O
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Not top of the food chain in class though.
Peter's gonna become the best just to make you all feel bad
Also, it's 1A, not A1. It's a classroom, not steak sauce.
Honest mistake, they both have high stakes.
@Ebil Bunny No love for sex crazed foreigners.
Hey, if he were actually sex crazed, he could do a lot more as an invisible dude than fall on people
Wow, no sympathy for the poor invisible guy. Feels bad :(
P e t e r
• Ishin Academy, Sapporo (Japan) •
April 7th -- School Grounds
"Oof!"
Before Peter knew it, he was on the ground. Surprised, yes, but not that surprised. Turns out when nobody can see you, they don't realize you're standing in the middle of the walkway. Someday, someone's gonna invent something to help out with that. Something besides a belt with flashlights all turned on and pointing downward, like what he wore in elementary school. He stopped once he got to middle school because, while it technically worked, it was weird. And also a bit uncomfortable.
"You guys alright?" Peter asked, standing up and dusting himself off. "Yeah, sorry about that. Invisible. Happens a lot." Peter chuckled a bit to try and lighten the mood. He decided it best not to mention the awkward situation that totally didn't just happen. He wasn't that kind of boy, either. Mirror, who had seen collapses like this quite often, was more interested in the newcomers. He gave all three of them a large, heartwarming grin and a wave. Friendliness first!
"So are all of you part of 1-A as well? Maybe now would be a good time to introduce ourselves, then. I'm Peter Koro, I'm a transfer student from the US." Peter moved up against the wall next to Mirror so people wouldn't bump into him. Probably. "And, well... This is my quirk. I look forward to classing with you!"
After that, he slid down the wall into a sitting position to rest his legs. He'd been standing during the entire opening ceremony so Mirror could sit in his seat. Even if the teachers already knew the nature of his quirk, it probably would've distracted the other students if Mirror had stood in front of everyone while one of the seats remained "empty". Technically, they both could've sat in his seat, but there was something very disconcerting about occupying the same physical space as someone else. Even if that someone else was just a visual version of himself.
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