It was a night of confrontation in Miso City. Seyrun confronted the tenuous hold she had upon her limited view of reality. Siblings bickered and tipped the cosmic scales with their squabbling. The light chased answers in the buxom of shadow.
And the camraderie of the Dark drew in a Nightmare fouler then pitch.
The warmth fled Ami's home as the windows blew inwards, pelting them with shards of glass as the earth trembled from a great and hulking mass which struck the pavement outside. Carried upon that very same wind was a roar that reverberated into the bones of every magical girl present, a deep, primal thing that spoke of an insatiable hunger.
It was followed by the sound of a CRT monitor shrieking under strain before yet more glass shattered and plastic gave way.
Outside was a beast the size of a one bedroom household, dwarfing all those present as it heaved it's hole body with every ragged breath from the crater it made of the street. Flickers of movement radiated away from it as the Mascots fled, but at a glance they could by the detritus littering this Behemoth Nightmare's teeth that at least one mascot had not been so fortunate. The girls could faintly see the passage of the little creature, the crimson rents in Nightmare's hide glowing as it was passed deeper and deeper into the core of the beast before stilling.
A second roar from the Behemoth would shatter the petrification which gripped the Magical Girls as it set its sights upon them, a baleful intent striking them like a wall of humid air that clung to their pores and refused to be shaken. A more physical miasma began to radiate from the beast, cloaking its features in an umpentrable umbra that extended a few feet around it.
Yet still, four malevolent eyes could be glimpsed through the haze, and they all centered in upon the transformed Mascot petrified upon Tsuruga's lap at the back of the room.
It wasn't long before more Heroes in Training came to assist in rescuing the robots from their crashed cars. She didn't appreciate having to share the limelight such as this, but even she could tell there were more then enough civilians to go around. As she finished extricating one male-ish figure from the driver's side of a car and laid them out on their back a few feet away, a shout of alarm from one of her own male counter parts had her gaze directed to a precariously dangling water tower.
"Why is that even at an intersection?" Show-Stopper asked, head quirked as she took in the peculiar sight, eyes slowly trailing down to the overturned tanker below it and the fires drawing nearer. "Huh. Maybe this is more cleverly designed then I thought....Anyhow, I'll have it down in a flash, just...seriously, don't freeze it. We have people laid out on the ground and I'm pretty sure flash freezing ankle deep water around them is kinda harmful."
Now if they could have make some kind of frozen barrier to direct the water, that would be one thing, but with the loose plan they had in mind there wouldn't be time for it. If nothing else, her outfit was unintentionally designed to handle water rather well, given it would slide off her outfit like a duck's plumage.
She moved away from the trapped civilians and clambered onto the overturned tanker truck via a now horizontal ladder, finding there was enough clearence between her new position and the building the tower hung from that it...probably, wouldn't collide directly. And if it manages to fall without rupturing entirely there's a chance it'll light a spark grinding metal on metal...
"No second guessing!" She slapped both her cheeks, letting the sting bring her mind to focus while she aligned an index finger with the most beleugered of stantions supporting the tower. Curling it back into her palm, her arm remained locked in place, a tension rooting her in place as she tried to move a mass of metal and water well beyond her capacity if this was under normal circumstances. But metal fatigue and gravity being in her favor would ensure this was just the nudge needed to drag it down to earth and hopefully douse the flames that threatened the civilians safety.
It's an MHA RP. IE, high school for heroes. Your character was a few years too young for the setting alongside a power that doesn't suit the setting as it was.
The wait had been excruciating but at long last, Danielle was ready. USJ had access to some of the finest designers of support equipment and they earned cent of subsidized federal income when it came to bringing her costume to fruitition. A part of her expected it to be rejected for being too revealing like she knew some countries in the east would, but in the good old U.S. of A. there were few such concerns.
Both hands grasped her peaked cap and pulled it down snug atop her head, careful not to muss up her straightened hair and ruin the image. Pristine but foreboding. A bright beacon of red to draw the eye of damsel and villain alike.
"Look out world!" Danielle cheered with a flourish skywards of her deceptively hefty crop and a step forward that rang with the harsh clack of a heel driven sharply to the floor. Alas, the applause of the masses would only exist in her head as the bathroom stall she was afforded for changing was lacking in that area.
Washing up and joining her similarly suited classmates, Mr. Hayes had set forth a challenge of their skill in heroism with the rising of a titanic cityscape made all the grander for its indoor nature. She could feel the artifical wind buffet her liberally exposed skin and felt a shiver of anticipation to be let off the metaphorical leash and strike out into the training ground. The signal to began went off and, to her surprise, a few darted ahead like wild horses through a broken enclosure fence. An admirable enthusiasm that stoked a competitive flame in her breast.
"This is what I've been training for. There's no way I'm passing up on this stage!" Dan- No, Show-Stopper, cried out and took off into the city streets behind them, plunging forward where others dove into buildings and nooks least they all waste time stealing each others heroic spotlight.
This put her on course with an eight car pile up at an intersection, the robots inside the cars looking fittingly like crash test dummies given a more human skin tone and accesories, but still left limp and in need of rescue from the snarl of twisted metal and shattered glass. Her eyes flickered to one side of the intersection completely blocked off by an over turned tanker truck, and the oh so convenient flames just happened to be near said tanker.
"If nothing else, USJ knows how to build up a moment. Nevertheless, I'm not leaving anyone to meet the fire today!" Show Stopper said, running headlong into the thick of things to start bringing the civilians to safety.
Hero Name: Show-Stopper Quirk Name: Attraction Quirk Type: Emitter Quirk Description: The ability to identify by sight and physically pull in a targetted person, place, or thing towards Danielle. Can function as a sharp tug or a continuous pull. The target is identified and drawn by pointing with one hand and beckoning towards her.
If the target is rooted in place or unable to be moved by size, mass, force, etc., then continued use of Danielle's Quirk will result in she herself being pulled towards the target as her Attraction quirk reels her in hand first like a grappling hook.
While the Quirk can draw most things in with great force, it doesn't halt the momentum of that attraction when it reaches Danielle, forcing her to be cautious not to pull someone torwards her from a great distance and bowl herself over from a sudden high speed collision, neccesitating the use of her custom capture tool and quick reflexes to compensate.
Obviously the Quirk can't be utilized on anything so far that Danielle can neither see nor reasonably point at bodily or with her capture tool. As such she could easilly target someone's individual limbs or a weapon in their hand from from twenty feet away, but after fifty she'd be targetting the entire object with equal force if she could target them at all. Only one object can pulled at a time but it's perfectly feasible to have drawn in multiple targets so long as their momentum persists while Danielle targets and pulls another.
Excessive use of the Quirk can result in eventual headaches and mental strain, but a far more immediate effect that hinders her quirk is simple physical exertion. If her breathing is labored and her arms exhausted then accuracy naturally grows more difficult, diminishing the range she can reasonable target with her Quirk.
Inventory & Possessions:
Reinforced Riding Crop: A Quirk that draws people in isn't always enough on its own to be suitably heroic, and Danielle finds herself enjoying having a fanciful prop to twirl, flick, and beckon her foes close. A capture tool custom built to have the heft of a police officers truncheon at the head while keeping the springy, supple nature of a crop. What better then an instrument of punishment to instill guilt into the hearts of villains?
Expansive Wardrobe: Ever desiring to be the center of attention, her wardrobe is as deep as can, with numerous outfits for every season and multiple pressed spares of her Hero Costume so even the roughest of conflicts won't keep her from shining in the public eye after a quick change of clothes.
Eyes like gold, brimming with covetous desire, raked across the pages of tabloid rags displaying the latest and greatest idols. She took in the curves of their figures and the cut of their clothing and compared them to the image of herself she'd so thoroughly ingrained within before her bathroom mirror.
Check.
Her nail traced the impression of a carefree smile of an outgoing imouto, the aloof stare of a cool beauty, and impish delight of a punk with a heart of gold. So many personalities all vying for attention, forever embossed on the pages in her hands and mirrored in turn by her face going through a familiar set of motions. Their personas were tried and true favorites, captivating the public's fickle eye long enough to leave their mark and open the door for greater opportunities.
Check as well.
Danielle knew she had all of that down pat. She could dance too, if the lessons she'd endured were anything to go by, but she lacked that one special something that put someone on the center stage and let them shine.
For the life of her, Danielle McNair couldn't sing.
Her sense of pitch was terrible and after the third instructor described her as a 'wailing banshee' she found she could, if nothing else, break glass with an almost Quirk like screech. It left her feeling rather directionless knowing her childhood dream to entertain the masses and bask in the thrumming lights of a stadium packed to the rafters was beyond her ability, a fate made all the more bitingly ironic given her Quirk.
If I were a villain I'd have no trouble getting a captive audience at least. They might even applaud for fear of their safety, but that's hardly a pleasing thought.
Danielle's eyes dimmed, jealousy giving way to dejection as she set the magazine back down upon the rack and looked out the store window to see the throngs of people bustling about the mall. A faceless horde lacking distinction, where even the brightest and finest clothes were merely smudges against the sea of clashing color. Some would say it was a comfort to lose yourself in such a sea of humanity but not for one who desperately wanted to stand out.
But wants were secondary to the reality before her and she drew in a breath to prepare herself for a morose walk home, only for something peculiar to shatter the norm. There was a great cacophony of a storefront window shattering outwards, Danielle bogling as she witnessed a flurry of glass from next door pelt the shoppers before being followed by a twig of a man. At a glance his quirk seemed to be some Transformative that gave him the features of a rat, with a twitchy nose and long, hairless tail. The length of said tail as well as the man's arms were laden with jewelry, diamonds glittering under the rays of an overhead sunlamp reminding Danielle that beside this trendy little shop was a jewelers.
In that moment the sea of humanity had parted, dumbstruck by the crime happening right before them and disturbing their peaceful days. There was a word for the phenomenon that had everyone rooted in place, but Danielle neither knew or cared. Her mind, instead, clung fiercely to the attention heaped upon the thief. The world sped by in slow motion, his rodent-like form darting past her without a hand raised by anyone to stop him.
All the thief wanted was his ill begotten riches, but instead he'd stolen the eye of the public, and something inside Danielle snapped.
Refusing to stand aside and fade into the crowd, her hand snapped up and she thrust her index finger towards the thief's head. The familiar rush of her Quirk welled up inside her and with a smile that was more genuine then any she'd mirrored in her magazines she curled inwards.
An unseen force tore the errant rat from his feet and pulled him head-first through the storefront window on a collision course with Danielle. Knowing this she put her other hand upon the magazine rack, one of those rotating carousels that stood tall to save on floor space, and braced herself with it between her and projectile rodent.
There was the brief flare of pain as a body struck her shield, followed by the clatter of precious stones flying past her in a rain of glittering treasure. She hesitated there, waiting for reality to re-assert itself and the thief to lash out, but there wasn't even a groan of pain to signify reprisal.
Peaking from around the edge, Danielle found the thief's head cradled none-too-kindly in the shelving of her imprompto shield, eyes closed and body slack in a complete lack of consiousness. It was almost anti-climactic in its simplicity where it not for the attention of the masses now shifting to her. Suddenly Danielle was the center of attention, and her smile could have given All Might a run for his money.
Hero Name: Show-Stopper Quirk Name: Attraction Quirk Type: Emitter Quirk Description: The ability to identify by sight and physically pull in a targetted person, place, or thing towards Danielle. Can function as a sharp tug or a continuous pull. The target is identified and drawn by pointing with one hand and beckoning towards her.
If the target is rooted in place or unable to be moved by size, mass, force, etc., then continued use of Danielle's Quirk will result in she herself being pulled towards the target as her Attraction quirk reels her in hand first like a grappling hook.
While the Quirk can draw most things in with great force, it doesn't halt the momentum of that attraction when it reaches Danielle, forcing her to be cautious not to pull someone torwards her from a great distance and bowl herself over from a sudden high speed collision, neccesitating the use of her custom capture tool and quick reflexes to compensate
Inventory & Possessions:
Reinforced Riding Crop: A Quirk that draws people in isn't always enough on its own to be suitably heroic, and Danielle finds herself enjoying having a fanciful prop to twirl, flick, and beckon her foes close. A capture tool custom built to have the heft of a police officers truncheon at the head while keeping the springy, supple nature of a crop. What better then an instrument of punishment to instill guilt into the hearts of villains?
Expansive Wardrobe: Ever desiring to be the center of attention, her wardrobe is as deep as can, with numerous outfits for every season and multiple pressed spares of her Hero Costume so even the roughest of conflicts won't keep her from shining in the public eye after a quick change of clothes.
Eyes like gold, brimming with covetous desire, raked across the pages of tabloid rags displaying the latest and greatest idols. She took in the curves of their figures and the cut of their clothing and compared them to the image of herself she'd so thoroughly ingrained within before her bathroom mirror.
Check.
Her nail traced the impression of a carefree smile of an outgoing imouto, the aloof stare of a cool beauty, and impish delight of a punk with a heart of gold. So many personalities all vying for attention, forever embossed on the pages in her hands and mirrored in turn by her face going through a familiar set of motions. Their personas were tried and true favorites, captivating the public's fickle eye long enough to leave their mark and open the door for greater opportunities.
Check as well.
Danielle knew she had all of that down pat. She could dance too, if the lessons she'd endured were anything to go by, but she lacked that one special something that put someone on the center stage and let them shine.
For the life of her, Danielle McNair couldn't sing.
Her sense of pitch was terrible and after the third instructor described her as a 'wailing banshee' she found she could, if nothing else, break glass with an almost Quirk like screech. It left her feeling rather directionless knowing her childhood dream to entertain the masses and bask in the thrumming lights of a stadium packed to the rafters was beyond her ability, a fate made all the more bitingly ironic given her Quirk.
If I were a villain I'd have no trouble getting a captive audience at least. They might even applaud for fear of their safety, but that's hardly a pleasing thought.
Danielle's eyes dimmed, jealousy giving way to dejection as she set the magazine back down upon the rack and looked out the store window to see the throngs of people bustling about the mall. A faceless horde lacking distinction, where even the brightest and finest clothes were merely smudges against the sea of clashing color. Some would say it was a comfort to lose yourself in such a sea of humanity but not for one who desperately wanted to stand out.
But wants were secondary to the reality before her and she drew in a breath to prepare herself for a morose walk home, only for something peculiar to shatter the norm. There was a great cacophony of a storefront window shattering outwards, Danielle bogling as she witnessed a flurry of glass from next door pelt the shoppers before being followed by a twig of a man. At a glance his quirk seemed to be some Transformative that gave him the features of a rat, with a twitchy nose and long, hairless tail. The length of said tail as well as the man's arms were laden with jewelry, diamonds glittering under the rays of an overhead sunlamp reminding Danielle that beside this trendy little shop was a jewelers.
In that moment the sea of humanity had parted, dumbstruck by the crime happening right before them and disturbing their peaceful days. There was a word for the phenomenon that had everyone rooted in place, but Danielle neither knew or cared. Her mind, instead, clung fiercely to the attention heaped upon the thief. The world sped by in slow motion, his rodent-like form darting past her without a hand raised by anyone to stop him.
All the thief wanted was his ill begotten riches, but instead he'd stolen the eye of the public, and something inside Danielle snapped.
Refusing to stand aside and fade into the crowd, her hand snapped up and she thrust her index finger towards the thief's head. The familiar rush of her Quirk welled up inside her and with a smile that was more genuine then any she'd mirrored in her magazines she curled inwards.
An unseen force tore the errant rat from his feet and pulled him head-first through the storefront window on a collision course with Danielle. Knowing this she put her other hand upon the magazine rack, one of those rotating carousels that stood tall to save on floor space, and braced herself with it between her and projectile rodent.
There was the brief flare of pain as a body struck her shield, followed by the clatter of precious stones flying past her in a rain of glittering treasure. She hesitated there, waiting for reality to re-assert itself and the thief to lash out, but there wasn't even a groan of pain to signify reprisal.
Peaking from around the edge, Danielle found the thief's head cradled none-too-kindly in the shelving of her imprompto shield, eyes closed and body slack in a complete lack of consiousness. It was almost anti-climactic in its simplicity where it not for the attention of the masses now shifting to her. Suddenly Danielle was the center of attention, and her smile could have given All Might a run for his money.
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