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My Hero Academia: Another Story

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Freya Leander ~ Cait Sith

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~ Collab with @Heartfillia ~

@Aviaire @Zaphander @Mangrale @Nyahahameha

Although Freya tried not to show it, she cringed inwardly at Eira's words. "Ehh, just asking," she mumbled. This was just how Eira was. Ever the ice queen. Plus, Freya couldn't exactly blame her for getting snappy, given how the training had gone. Even so, the 'ridiculous' comment stung worse than the salt, so much so that it actually surprised her when several people showed concern.

Right away, Peter presented her with a cold compress and some ointment, presumably for any bruises or sprains. "I'll be alright," she said, glancing from him to the equally shocked Sofia. "It's just my claws. They got messed up earlier, but they grow back pretty fast."

Turning to Renard, who'd abandoned his usual jokey demeanour, Freya gave a soft sigh but decided not to grumble at him. His regret was clear, especially when he offered to help. Holding out her hand, she let him clean away the salt with water. Unfortunately, such an injury was difficult to treat without making a mess. The water flowed over her fingertips, splashing on the floor.

Grimacing, Freya cast her eyes towards the puddle. "Thanks, and it's ok, but we might want to do something about that water. There's been enough bad luck going on already." Before she could take anything from her bag to mop it up, though, Renard was already on it, cleaning the spillage and the salt with his spare shirt.

Exhaling in relief, she headed to a window seat once Renard let her past. "And yep, Gabby's got the right idea," she said to everyone before sitting down. "Seriously, throwing all that at us at once, did they really expect us to breeze through right off the bat?" Resting her elbow on the window frame, she leaned her head against her good hand. She'd never expected hero work to be all that easy, but surely even Sphinx would struggle with every kind of chaos sweeping through the city at the same time... wouldn't she?

Her gaze drifted from the scenery outside to Renard. "Come on over if you want," she called, hoping it would ease his guilt. She knew what it was like to feel like crap over mistakes. She'd messed up worse than anyone, and yet people were being sympathetic, helpful even? Sure it was nice, but not exactly something she knew how to deal with.

Renard moved out of the seat and to the front of the bus, leaning out of the door while holding onto the frame, He looked around to make sure no one was right there and snapped his shirt really quickly to remove the salt before pulling himself back in as Freya finished with what she said, then offered to for him to sit with her.

The way she said it seemed, odd. As if it was almost out of pity. He hesitated for a moment, She did sit literally one seat in front of his. He shrugged. coming to a stop at her seat and reaching over the back to lay his wet shirt over his bag, and slip his water bottle inside. "Who am I to say no?" He said with a small smile.

He turned and slid down the chair into a sitting position next to Freya.I doubt they expected everyone to breeze through it. Hell, I'm sure they did it to show how every single one of us has much to learn. To think they would expect us to all work together and get everything right the first time is ridiculous.

As Renard hesitated, worries crept in on Freya. Maybe his uncertainty was out of guilt, or maybe she'd just made the situation even more awkward. She hadn't meant to sound patronising, if that was how he'd construed her offer. She'd just meant to show she wasn't mad at him. To her relief, Renard smiled and took a seat next to her. Chill out, she told herself, no need to assume you've screwed up all the damn time. Some day, she might actually believe that, although proof of it would help.

At her friend's response, she nodded. "Yeah, but still, they could have gone easier on us," she muttered. "Both during and after the training. Was that kind of lecture really called for?" Even if the lesson had been meant as constructive, a test of everyone's limits for the purpose of surpassing them, it reminded Freya of having the bar set too high just to be told she couldn't reach it.

She shrugged. "Oh well. Like I'm gonna let it get to me."

My Hero Academia: Another Story

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Freya Leander ~ Cait Sith

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@Heartfillia @Aviaire @KoL @Nyahahameha

Just as Freya made to leave, something landed over her head. She flailed as the towel obscured her vision. Pulling it down around her shoulders, she saw Renard greeting her with a grin. While she wasn't exactly in the mood to get teased over the incident, she knew he'd mean no harm by it, and she wasn't going to complain about a warm towel. In fact, she couldn't help resting her head against her uninjured shoulder, enjoying the heat that radiated from the fabric.

"Prrrrr... thanks, prrrrr..." She was tempted to lay the towel on the ground and sleep on it, but that would mean missing the visit, and it wouldn't be worth getting moaned at again. "You know..." She lowered her voice to a whisper. "You did well to stay out of that. I know we've got to train up and all, but talk about overkill."

With that, she headed to the changing room. While not as averse to water as an actual cat, being soaked for too long irritated her, so she made the shower a quick one before throwing on her usual clothes. Even so, it turned out the other students had been faster. Trudging back out to see most of them had already piled onto the bus, she groaned. This was rather a lot of rushing around for one day.

Of course, once on the bus herself, it turned out there'd been nothing to worry about. The driver had yet to arrive, which suited her just fine, though her more eager classmates were likely to get bored. Relaxing once more, she glanced around at the students, her gaze settling on Eira, one of the few not involved in conversation.

"Hey Eira," she called, traipsing forward. "Everthing ok now? ... Aah!"

It was right as she passed close by Abigail that her foot struck a metal pole. She pitched over, flinging out her arms. "Mrreeeow!" Her injured hand plunged into, of all things, a little pile of salt.

Wincing as the wounds flared up, she rose to her feet, cradling her hand. "Salt?" She frowned down at the burst packet, its contents trodden all over the floor by someone. "Who left that there?"

Kurai Majoko: Dark Magical Girls

♥♠♦♣ Ayumu Harasawa ♥♠♦♣ Phantasmagoria ♥♠♦♣

@SimpleWriter @KoL @Lonewolf685

Ayumu, now dressed in pyjamas instead of cake-covered clothes, smirked at Seyrun's deer-in-the-headlights expression. The new girl didn't know how good she had it, finding out this way. She hadn't been presented a picture-perfect image of magic like so many of them had.

"Aw, well that's kinda rash," she told Machiko. "Let's at least give her a chance." She couldn't deny Seyrun gave off an unsettling feeling, but the Detention Club needed all the allies they could get against Aegis. Standing up, she transformed in a rush of red and black swirls, playing card symbols dancing along them.

Phantasmagoria sauntered over to Seyrun, raising her top hat headband. "Welcome, and thank you for being here tonight!" she said in that dramatic stage voice. "You see, it's a non-stop party, with much more than cakes to feast on. Allow me to demonstrate!"

She put her hat back on and clicked her fingers. In one corner of the room, a shadow welled to life, several skeletal arms and a white mask sprouting from its blob-like body. "No need to be scared, this one can't hurt us," she reassured Seyrun. "Besides, actual Nightmares have more reason to fear us than we have to fear them."

A figure appeared in the other corner, one everybody in the Detention Club save Machiko would recognise as the likeness of Kiru. The illusory dark girl sped at the Nightmare, a maniacal grin on her face as she whirled her ringblade in a blur. Lumps of goo flew everywhere, pooling on the floor. As if reaching for a gourmet snack, the image of Kiru stretched out her hand. The ooze evaporated to black streams, surging into the girl, becoming part of her essence.

"And that," Ayumu announced, the illusions vanishing with a wave of her hand, "is how it works. Hope you enjoyed the show! If you want to experience the real deal..." Her eyes shifted to the catgirl, the slightest steely glint appearing in them. "Just tell our mascot over there."

As adorable as Kuro was, could mascots be fully trusted? Wasn't the entire world of magic just as deceptively cute on the surface? At least this was the Detention Club mascot, hopefully on their side for real. Even so, now the cat could speak, Ayumu had a few questions to ask her later on.

She turned back to the newcomer. "So, what do you say? I say it's better to own the darkness..." Her voice took on a trace of wistfulness. "Than to fall for a trick of the light."

Instead of a reply came a juddering smash, followed by a roar that chilled Ayumu to the bones. She leapt out of the way as glass shattered all over the floor. "Ok, this isn't one of mine," she warned, cards at the ready as she stared at the gargantuan creature. Spotting the tiny, mangled carcass between its fangs, she winced. Trustworthy or not, the mascots didn't deserve this. "The real thing's just crashed the party."

As it set its sights on Kuro, Phantasmagoria stepped in front of her. "Why don't you pick some easier prey?" As the magician spoke, three wounded mascots, each one sporting a cracked and dented head, frantically dragged themselves away from the monster. Mere illusions, of course, but maybe they'd distract the Nightmare long enough to give the club the advantage - especially as they swelled and twisted into giant demonic felines, their sinewy bodies more shadow than flesh. They crouched, hissed, then pounced.

Now was the dark girls' chance.

Be my Sanctuary

Jessamyn "Jess" Bailey

"No, no there's no need to be sorry," Jess told Roxy as she followed her into the shop, where the watchers would certainly be. "I'm sorry I got you even more caught up in that world." Maybe they should have accepted right from the start that, despite being an empath and an anchor, being matched up would lead nowhere good. Maybe she really should have stayed a little longer in isolation until someone else could be found. Having been all too aware of Roxy's reluctance, that responsibility had been hers.

When Roxy mentioned what her father planned to do - win her to his side - Jess' eyes widened. "I won't..." she started. She wanted to say she wouldn't let him do that, but realisation silenced her. If she didn't go along with whatever he wanted, Roxy would be likely to suffer for it. Neither of them could escape his control.

"I won't cause any trouble," Jess finally said. "At least, I'll try my best not to."

Mahou Shoujo no Hex Night: A Magical Girl Battle RP

❅❄ Fuyuko Yamazaki ❄❅

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@VitaVitaAR

Shining Fist was right, Fuyuko acknowledged as she took in the words of reassurance. Yes, she needed to help her family, but she couldn't ignore everyone else while doing so. If there was a way she could help stop this threat, she had to do it, and deal with any consequences afterwards.

At least Shining Fist didn't seem too worried, raising her gauntlet in a display of confidence. Maybe teamwork was still possible after all... For now, anyway.

"Well, if you're ok with this," Fuyuko murmured as she reached the forest's edge, "here goes." She retreated into the shadows, snow whirling around her and dispersing. Right after she transformed, her appearance changed again. Flesh dissolved into fog, until in front of Shining Fist floated a wraithlike figure, features indistinct, wisps streaming where hair and clothes once were.

The mist girl drifted up, her movements light and easy for all her emotional burdens. Despite her lack of a body as such, she could still see and hear just as well, the woodland spreading out below her. She skimmed the treetops, cautious to avoid notice as much as possible, and watched for any sign of the masked figure.

My Hero Academia: Another Story

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Freya Leander ~ Cait Sith

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No sooner had Freya managed to tear away the restraint than just like that, the session was over. Chaos dwindled to calm in the span of a second. "Well, I guess the teachers can't complain too much," she muttered as she trudged to the entrance, although knowing Mr Hayes, he could and would.

After the medics had seen to her broken claws and bruised shoulder, she headed over to the other students. Her fingers had stopped bleeding, and the pain had lessened, but the wounds that could hurt the most weren't always physical. Leaning against a wall, she pretended Mr Hayes' criticisms didn't get to her half as much as they really did. Part of what had happened could be chalked up to Abigail's presence, but still... Freya could only imagine what Felicity would say if she'd witnessed that. Not that she should even care what her sister thought, of course. She shouldn't, she didn't...

Oh well, at least now she could find somewhere to sleep. She started towards the exit, then stopped and sighed as the teacher announced they wouldn't get to rest just yet. Typical. As if the class hadn't already been run ragged.

At the sight of who came in, Freya's bored expression became one of surprise. Enterprise. In person. And she'd seen all that. Thankfully, the director's attitude was as far from that of Mr Hayes as it was possible to be. Even more thankfully, it turned out the surprise wasn't anything unnecessarily strenuous or tedious. A visit to a hero clothing company. As long as there was a chance to rest after that, Freya couldn't say she minded.

My Hero Academia: Another Story

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Freya Leander ~ Cait Sith

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@Aviaire @NightmareInd @Lonewolf685 @Zaphander @KoL

Poking her head out of another car she'd clambered into, Freya nodded, watching Danielle pull the tank to the ground. "Thanks for helping out. And yeah, though I didn't mean freeze it around them. I meant..." She winced as water gushed towards the robots. Sure, these were just dummies, but if they were unconscious humans, they could easily end up with water in their lungs. She jumped from the car, ready to prop up as many robots as she could.

It turned out she didn't have to. A wave of cold spread through the area. Shivering, Freya turned to see a coating of ice on the ground a short distance away - with Eira trapped up to her ankles in it. Freya cast a frantic glance towards Sam. Surely he could warm up the area around Eira's legs without melting all the ice. Thankfully, somebody did come to the rescue. With a sigh of relief, the feline girl watched Peter morph into his boulder form and chip away enough frozen chunks to set Eira free.

"Whew. Well, that still did the job," she reassured Eira, then turned to Peter. "I'm with you, I'll get out as many as I can." Diving back into the car, she worked at the seatbelt. A tough, twisted up seatbelt. As she scraped and tugged at it a little too hard, it gave way all of a sudden. Freya yowled and hissed as her fingers whacked against a chunk of metal. Raising her hand, she saw two of her claws had snapped off, blood trickling over her glove. "Great," she grumbled. As if this rescue mission wasn't difficult enough already.

Gritting her teeth through the pain, she helped the robot out, then tried the door of another totalled car. It wouldn't budge. Grabbing a piece of debris with her good hand, she smashed the already cracked rear window and leapt onto the boot to climb through.

That was when things went from bad to worse.

Something hard and heavy struck her shoulder. With a meow-like yelp, she stumbled off balance and fell. Flipping round, she landed in a crouch with no further injury - but also managed to put her good hand right through one of the restraint bands on her belt. The band snapped shut, locking her arm against her waist and thigh.

"Eheh..." An uneasy laugh juddered from her as she tried to pull her wrist free, reaching round and scratching the restraint. Not the easiest task with a wounded hand. Her eyes darted from teammate to teammate, settling on Eira. At least maybe she'd feel better about her own mishap now. "Look on the bright side," Freya said. "You're not the only one to have captured themselves. It... unnggh... happens."

Although she pretended to shrug it off, she doubted the teachers would let it slide so easily. She wore away at the material, panic rising with each precious second that slipped by.

Be my Sanctuary

Jessamyn "Jess" Bailey

Trailing behind Roxy, Jess winced. It wasn't difficult to guess what the creep wanted, but that wasn't the subject she'd meant to address. Not that any subject related to the shady goings-on would be comfortable to discuss.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean..." she babbled, before lapsing into silence. She gazed down at the concrete, then stared back up as Roxy dropped the bombshell. Her father. The same man who'd made the call that had changed everything. The same man who stirred up a turmoil of fear and rage in the anchor. The same man who kept close watch over a daughter who wanted nothing to do with him.

And Roxy would have to face him again, all because of her.

"He..." Jess shook her head. "He can't use that as an excuse! I wanted to see my mom. You don't want to see your dad." Understatement of the year, she thought. "But there's no avoiding this, is there? You said he's used to getting his way."

And there it was. She'd let on that she'd figured out the boss' identity. That much had been clear, no matter how much Roxy had tried to hide.

Pokemon Spiral

Amber Pine

Mesalon Pokecentre

@Dusksong

Amber winced at Aedre's haste in changing the subject - proof that she'd said the wrong thing. Trying to push the blunder to the back of her mind, she went with the other topic, the gym challenge.

"Yeah, if you're ok with it," she replied, putting away her laptop and standing up. She figured Aedre wasn't concerned with gym battles herself, since her visit to Kosei was meant to be short, but maybe her curiosity would extend to them. "Since I have a Ghost type, and you're studying one, this could provide some insight into them that'll help with your research. Provided Alma behaves herself, that is."

Going by what Amber had heard, taking on tough challenges together was a good way to earn the trust and respect of a Pokemon. Maybe this was how to train the Sableye. How fair would it be, though, to send her newer Pokemon right into a milestone battle with no experience of competing against another trainer?

"Hmm..." She glanced at her team. Aeshna zipped from side to side as if she couldn't wait to get out, while Kyra bounced around, eyes wide, tail wagging. Tacita fluttered over, nesting in her trainer's pocket, while Chalcedony scuttled across the tiles to Amber's feet, closely followed by Larimar. "You ready for this?" the researcher asked, then turned her gaze to Aedre.

"Just to make sure they are, would you be alright with a sparring match?" she suggested. "A match with the same number of Pokemon each, of course."

Not only would it be a valuable training experience, it could help take Aedre's mind off things.

Notes

Pokemon Party: Kabuto "Chalcedony" lv11, Yanma "Aeshna" lv9, Rockruff "Kyra" lv13, Rowlet "Tacita" lv10, Anorith "Larimar" lv12, Sableye "Almandine" lv11
Pokemon in PC:
Inventory: Pokeball x1, Potion x2, Dusk Ball x1

Mahou Shoujo no Hex Night: A Magical Girl Battle RP

❅❄ Fuyuko Yamazaki ❄❅

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@VitaVitaAR

Even without a plan, normally someone like Shining Fist would have put Fuyuko at ease. That lively, friendly demeanour reminded her of Noriko. If only she could be sure the warrior was someone she could fully trust. Then again, maybe she was letting nerves get the better of her. Such an easy thing to do with so much at stake.

"It's ok," she replied. "It wasn't so long ago that I saw them, so they could still be in there."

She lapsed into silence as she headed back along the path to the hill, deep in thought. There was a way to make the search easier. There were also many ways this could go wrong.

"I, um... I think I might have an idea," she finally admitted. "One of my abilities, Winter Mist... I could use it to float over the forest, and find out if the watcher's around. The problem is..." She paused, biting her lip. If she voiced her concern, it could become obvious she was in the Hex Night - as obvious as a strange ghostly form in the air would possibly be to rivals. Of course, Shining Fist seemed to have already guessed, and all magical girls were potential targets tonight. It wasn't just competitors who feared being such.

Taking a deep breath, Fuyuko continued. "The problem is, it could get us noticed."