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My Hero Academia: Another Story

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Freya Leander ~ Cait Sith

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@Tenma Tendo @Heartfillia

Freya had been just about to doze off when she glimpsed someone come in. Noticing who it was - and the exhaustion clear on his face - she sat up.

"Chi! It's been a while... How is everything?" Her voice quietened as she spoke the last part. A family emergency. That was all she knew about the reason for Chisato's absence. The longer the absence had gone on, though, the more alarm bells it had raised, text messages letting them keep in touch but revealing little. Now, she recognised that haunted look he hid behind a smile. A look not unlike the one Renard wore.

Despite his physical and mental fatigue, the offered snack showed that Chi's main concern was still his usual one - other people's wellbeing. Leaning forward, Freya sniffed the chunk of biscuit. The unmistakeable homemade scent made her mouth water. "Mmm, sure smells like it! Thanks!"

Returning the little smile, she pulled her blazer sleeves over the scratches on her arms and hands before reaching out and accepting the treat. More pressure on him to push himself was something to avoid. She popped a piece in her mouth, giving a purr of approval. The fact that a feline-featured person enjoyed chocolate and sweets surprised some, but Freya and her family could eat and taste a wider range of foods than regular cats could, albeit with a partiality to fish. Once she'd finished, she let out a few more purrs for both Chi and Renard. It was one small thing she could offer in the way of comfort, as were snacks of her own.

"Here." She took a packet of seafood snacks from her bag, pulling it open, holding it out to Chi and Renard. "Both of you, help yourselves." Chi in particular looked like he could do with the energy boost. Whatever had happened, though... As with Renard's situation, it wasn't anything small gestures were going to fix.

My Hero Academia: Another Story

@Tenma Tendo Yep, I was wondering about the combat thing, but a mostly support role is fine. He looks like he's going to be a great team player, so that'll make for some good interaction and group dynamic opportunities.

I say he's accepted, just wait for @SimpleWriter's approval.

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Hi @GoreLore, it's ok, as long as you read rules and are respectful to people OOC you should be fine. That's the most important thing.

As for characters, heroes are probably needed most, as we may have had some dropouts. More male characters, as well as students with Quirks other than Emitter types, would definitely be welcome!

My Hero Academia: Another Story

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Momo

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@Nyahahameha @SimpleWriter @Tenma Tendo @Aerandir

Switching off the music, Momo spun round at the sound of a mumble. She blinked a few times. She'd expected Gabby to radiate cheer and confidence after the win, but instead, the other girl seemed to shrink in on herself as her posture became stiff and subdued. Had the teacher intimidated her? Was she blaming herself for the broken light? Worrying about the upcoming challenge? Whichever the reason, Momo had more than just Alex's and Erika's spirits to brighten.

At Gabby's question, her usual grin returned. "Sure, that'd be great!" She skipped over to where she'd left her bag, pulling out her phone. "Let me know when you're free! I should be most evenings, I'll just try not to get stuck in detention too much, hehehe!"

Bounding back to her new friend, she held the phone at the ready. This would be the perfect chance to get to know each other better, considering how well they'd clicked. Plus who knew, if Alex and Erika wanted to tag along at any point, someone like Gabby could help bring them out of their shells.

Of course, it didn't hurt that this girl, being the athletic type, was rather cute...

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@Genon Hey, sorry I took a while, been busy. Anyway, just looked over the CS.

Hehe, another cat! That's gonna be interesting considering my character Freya, who also has cat traits, although hers are less pronounced. I can picture them having this rivalry going on because of their similar Quirks, like Kirishima and Tetsutetsu, so that could be fun.

Just a few things, though. You mentioned Albert having the speed of a cheetah and the strength of a jaguar, even though he's based on a housecat. Yes he would be faster than a regular human, and stronger in some ways, but not to that level. To be honest, characters don't need super speed and strength to be good fighters. I'd suggest either sticking with the tabby cat Quirk and giving him advanced agility and reflexes (which would work well for a stealthy character), or basing him on a big cat, like an actual cheetah or jaguar.

Also, that's rather a lot of hero gear, especially for someone who's just starting out as a student. It might be best to reduce it to just one or two items, like the cane and the grapple gun.

Lastly I recommend making him at least 15, since that's the minimum starting age in the anime.

Let us know what you decide, and @Heartfillia will give feedback too, since she recently became a co-GM.

Be my Sanctuary

Jessamyn "Jess" Bailey

Feeling the music bolster Roxy's courage, Jess gave her what she hoped was a resolute look. This was just the song for the situation. A reminder that they could both get through this.

Distractions and encouragements, however, could only last so long. As the song ended and an iron gate came into view, Jess' stomach knotted. The mansion ahead, had it belonged to anyone else, would have looked inviting with its elaborate architecture. Instead, all Jess could see was stony, steely artifice. A respectable facade hiding goings-on that were anything but.

The man who emerged gave off a similar air. Jess tensed as she got out of the car with Roxy, and step by wary step, approached him. Even if she weren't an empath, she'd be able to tell his smile was fake. As it was, the lack of affection to back it up made him all the more unsettling. Instead, a cold, calculating feeling hung around him like a chill.

She hesitated, then shook his hand, her own grip as stiff as the nod she gave. "Hi," was all she said.

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@SimpleWriter @Nyahahameha @Tenma Tendo @Aerandir

THWACK!

A green pellet whizzed through the gym, striking the punching bag with a loud thud. The missile splattered into liquid like a paintball, yet its considerable impact sent the bag swinging to and fro.

"LISTEN UP, ROOKIES!"

Gasping for breath, Momo sat up as Gabby's hold loosened, and stared in the voice's direction. In the doorway stood an imposing red-haired woman, one sturdy arm outstretched. In her palm, a barrel-like opening could be seen. A metal disc slid shut inside the opening. "Whatever you're playing at, quit it already!" the teacher boomed, putting her hands on her hips, her glare flicking from student to student. "Break time, which some of you seem to be taking literally as a time to wreck the place, is over. If I'd had my way, I'd have taken charge of today's physical training! And trust me, nobody would make a mess on MY watch."

Everyone in the gym would know Miss Jocelyn Martenell, aka Marker Hero Ballistica, meant business. While a living paintball gun didn't sound too impressive, with her fine control over the force and consistency of her liquid missiles, Ballistica's reputation as a formidable hero was well-earned. Even so, Momo couldn't help glancing from the teacher to the punching bag. Paint trickled down its side onto the floor, revealing a tuft of padding poking from a split in the fabric. Her lips twitched as laughter threatened to bubble up. So much for nobody making a mess...

"You there! If you don't want to see me after school, you'll wipe that smirk off your face!" At Martenell's comment, Momo's smile vanished. "Anyway," the teacher continued, "you'd all better shape up for what's to come. Which, again if it were my decision, would be tomorrow! Disasters won't wait, why should we UJ staff? As it is, it'll be in a week, so no slacking off! Your homeroom teachers will explain once you head back to class. Now, get to it!"

Before leaving, she glowered at Maple King. "And you. How many times have I told you to control your goddamn class better?" Shaking her head, she stormed out.

Once sure it was safe to, Momo let the pent-up giggle escape. "Did she just call herself a disaster?" Not one to let a teacher's rant lower her spirits, she sprang up. "Woooo! You hear that?" She skipped over to her two classmates and twirled. "Something exciting's coming up! Ahahahaha! Looks like I'd better practice my dance moves!"

While Erika and Alex weren't likely to look forward to it quite so much, that just meant she had to play her usual uplifting role in the group.

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Kerianne Morley ~ Nightwatch

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Slowly and carefully, Kerianne stood up. Looking at the now empty hallway, she frowned. That display and attitude may have been a little overboard just now, even if preparation was of utmost importance. She approached Breeze, who'd been teary-eyed with panic as it was.

"Breeze, it's ok," she reassured her. "You didn't do anything wrong, you did great. I'm not hurt. I'll be alright, and what's coming up will be too."

Straightening her back, she glanced around at the others. "Well, good thing we made use of this time, and let's do the same with all other opportunities we get this week. From what I heard of the last official training session, it wasn't easy, but if they're throwing us in the deep end, it's for a good reason." Small steps minimising her staggering, she hauled her school bag onto her shoulder. "Whatever the challenge is, if we're well-prepared, we'll be up to it."

She took a deep breath, steadying not just her body but her nerves. Frequent training would be essential, but she couldn't overdo it and miss this event like she'd missed the last one. Finding middle ground was a challenge in itself.

Be my Sanctuary

Jessamyn "Jess" Bailey

The song Roxy picked wasn't exactly what Jess had expected. Instead of classic rock, or anything rough and heavy, a bouncy pop tune pulsed from the earphones. Not what the anchor had hinted at liking, but people couldn't assume everything about someone they'd known for a short time, empaths least of all.

As the secondhand stress eased ever so slightly, Jess nodded her head to the rhythm. It wasn't just the song that lifted her spirits, but the fact that such music had the same effect on Roxy as on her. "Pretty catchy," she commented. "Well, there you go, it seems we both like feel-good stuff. That's... something, I guess." It wasn't much in the way of common ground, but knowing each other's sources of comfort went some way towards bridging the rift.

Quicker to decide this time when her turn came around, she chose a lively pop-rock track. "This ok?" she asked, all too aware of the miasma of fear and hate Roxy tried to tamp down. How long would the music keep it at bay?

Be my Sanctuary

Jessamyn "Jess" Bailey

"Uh..." Jess looked away. Roxy didn't hate the song after all, so that was good, but how to explain why she'd chosen it? How could she talk about her own isolation to someone who'd dealt with a different kind entirely? "No particular reason," she replied. "It's... It's just one I like." With a little smile, she added, "One of those relaxing, uplifting songs, huh?"

She gripped the phone tighter, staring down at her knees. Even if Roxy got what she was trying to say, how much could a simple song truly help the situation? Music hadn't fixed everything for her, and it wouldn't fix everything for the anchor either. All it could do was distract them from the journey, and from thoughts of where it would lead.

As the track's ending notes faded out, Jess raised her head. "Well, looks like it's your turn now," she said, removing the earphone, wondering what Roxy would pick and why.

Be my Sanctuary

Jessamyn "Jess" Bailey

Even though Roxy kept her face and tone neutral, Jess could feel the welling panic. As far as music went, this called for something soothing. Unless Roxy hated it, of course, which given their luck, was all too likely.

Pulling out her phone, Jess scrolled through the playlists until she settled on some relaxing soft rock, not unlike the oldies Roxy had played in the car the other day. Maybe this would be closest to suiting both their tastes. "Here," she said, handing Roxy an earphone, letting the mellow guitar intro play. "How's this? Uh, let me know if you'd rather have something else, or if you'd rather choose some of your music."

With the melody came memories of how it had eased her worries, as day after day she'd wondered how long it would take to find an anchor. Now, as she shared the song with that very anchor, she hoped it would have the same calming effect on her.