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@Hammerman
You know how there is the Rule of Cool? Imagine that but for Yuri ;)

Then again it is merely the wild imaginings of an artist >.>

EDIT: that said, I can edit if it would be preferable. Since I can do that. Like I edited this post~
Blake Eights



"Spring and summer. The best seasons for aesthetics by far!" Warm days were the best. It's the one type of weather that you can get away with wearing less than intended! Also by noon almost everyone looked like they had just woken up from a wild night before which can only be described as... inspiring. All the more so due to the mono-gender of the student population. Following her own beliefs for spring to sprung, Blake's shirt had far less buttons than intended done up and her skirt was worn noticeably shorter than general population.

Licking her lips as she entered the hall, Blake couldn't help but let out a little cackle as she saw Ms Reinhardt fix the pervy prankster Tillia's uniform before swaggering the teacher all but swaggered off and putting on a show that would put Tillia's to shame. Blake loved this school. Taking out her sketch book, Blake roughly drew up a passable likeness of Tillia posed far more provocatively than the girl had been with Ms Reinhardt tidying her up. Tearing the page out, Blake folded the picture in half twice and wandered up behind Tillia.

"So lucky, Ms Reinhardt treating you so well on the first day~" reaching around Tillia from behind, Blake attempted to push the folded caricature down Tillia's shirt.

"Such a tight fit... it would be awful if a button burst~" pausing to imagine it briefly Blake giggled at the image of the button flying through the air and into a drink... and shoved the piece of paper in a vain hope to make dreams reality

"Well, enjoy my gift to you. Be sure to peruse it on those cold lonely nights! I'm off to find my loooovely muse~" blowing a kiss as she walked backwards, Blake turned around scanned the room and searching for her blonde bombshell, her femme fatale, her muse.

@Hammerman
Well, if the apply still stands :)

★ Toni Sparks ★



It was a strange feeling. Almost like being stretched out like a rubber band and being snapped to a new location. Toni like Jett before her kept her momentum, but the lack of support beneath her sent Toni plummeting to the ground. Scrambling around with her senses, Toni latched onto a distant structure and reeled herself him at a rapid pace to prevent her untimely pancaking to the ground. Her chest almost crushed itself against the metal scaffolding. Looking around she saw that she was now well and truly out of Point C and in the no-man’s-land between points. Panting while holding onto the scaffolding, Toni grinned wider and monologued to herself.

“I’ll get you next time Glitch…next time~!” laughing to herself and cartoonishly shaking her fist in the direction of Point C Toni climbed to her feet and took a deep breath. It was a trying feeling and she was admittedly uneasy on her feet with the sudden change of spatial awareness. Taking a deep breath, Toni gripped the structure and lowered herself as if rappelling by using an invisible rope. Feet firmly on the ground she walked towards Point C once more, no longer the villain to be thwarted but the hero to save the day Making a rough “V” shape of heavy metal objects when looked down on from above, Toni nestled herself in the crook of the letter and gripped what looked like a generator like an Olympic swimmer about to do the backstroke. With an explosive burst of strength and Quirk, Toni pushed off the generator and pulled on the objects ahead of her, launching herself like an arrow from a bow. As the “arch” of her shot lost out to gravity, Toni would drop a shard of metal and push on it, soon looking as if she were skimming above the ground like a stone on skipping on a lake. With one last push, Toni flew into the air, before coming down on the other side of a dirt hill and rolling to her feet. Brushing herself off, Toni looked around and saw the angel boy.

“Yo! Angel! Where’s the teleporter? He needs a good punching for what he did! I was once the villain, but now I, the great hero of justice, will have to put him in his place! Plus I'll embarrass the heck out of him.” picking up pieces of wreckage, Toni dragged the heavier ones to strategic locations in case Jett jumped her, acting under the assumption he was nearby.

@Conscripts
<Snipped quote by Hammerman>

Basically that. While the others cover her and, hopefully, Regina. That's the easiest thing that come up on my mind when I typed that post, even if it's a bit dull, it's likely to be efficient.


Simple plans are good plans. Complex plans have so many more things that can go wrong.
Crispin Clean



A small smile that looked uncomfortable on Clean's face could be glimpsed for a moment. He might not like the Princess, but he can at least respect her and the answer Ires gave spurred the feeling in Clean. Nodding Clean accepted their leader and was about to find something to eat when he thought he heard something...

Avian screeches pierced his ears, and the flapping of wings causes a strong breeze to gust past Clean making it quite the shame he lacked a cloak or mantle to flap dramatically behind him. The group scrambled to battle positions whereas Clean was almost obnoxiously casual about the situation. Straightening his clothes, the crimson tie unfurled and took on the sheen of a polished blade, golden basket hilt blooming around his hand with a delicate pattern. Catching the light, Clean could see his reflection stained red in the blade.

"Swords don't really work well on giant monster birds. At least until they get closer." concurring with Gradon on the particular choice of Vessel, Clean angled the blade to see the Roc's approaching and the reflected light glaring into a diving Roc's eyes as he quickly sidestepped and took a passing swipe with his blade at the creature. The complaints against the Princess' plan grated on Clean's ears however, even as he silently admitted the validity of the suggestions.

"Regina. I respect your opinion, but Ires has been elected leader with Gradon as the vice captain. We're mere cadets so all we can do is try our all to make certain that our leader's plan succeeds. Next time we elect someone, I'll vote for you if you wish to lead, but we need to be unified at this moment and make a clean getaway from this mess. I'm of limited use since Farris volunteered to be the bait, admittedly given her agility she's more likely to survive such a role." Moving into the cover of a building, or at least what was one, Clean's lighter blade was raised up alongside his cheek, point aimed at where Leblanc was to be the bait and preparing to dash out at a moments notice. His immediate goal being to shred one of the Roc's wings so that even if it does escape the bindings mentioned in Ires' plan it can't escape. Good plans have back ups. Good soldiers make a leader's plan succeed. Clip its wings. Ground it. Kill it. Maybe have a nice roast Roc for a meal. A stew? That might take longer, but could make less of a mess.
Crispin Clean



Finally clean. He wasn't sure if it was the holy water or what, but it was at the very least a strong placebo effect. Natus seemed to take issue with Clean's aversion to dirt and mess, the strong words flowing in one ear and out the other with Clean making no effort to retain the noise, the old guy on the other hand seemed to find him funny and that did raise an eyebrow from Clean, the tough old goat seemingly as blasphemous as Clean was. Well, by the general population's interpretation of blasphemy at any rate. The night passed with Clean enjoying the pristine church...




The princess was now the head of a procession. The talk about the princess being a fellow student went some way to explaining the familiarity the Captain had with the nobility. It was still odd that a mere captain, even if the captain was anything but 'mere' and one that trained a princess, was allowed to use their first name as she had the day before.

The casual tone and cadence of the princess' voice did go some way to convincing Clean that this particular noble was different than the rest. It was doubtful that an average noblewoman of any standing could so easily fall into a colloquial manner of speaking. It was something more befitting a king that could rally troops into a loyalty and have them willingly rush into battle with chests swollen on pride. As they broke for lunch this thought churned inside Clean's head, unwilling to be merely forgotten as a passing idea and finally springing to his lips.

"Her Majesty has a powerful way with words. I do wonder which kind of Princess Her Majesty is. The Good Princess that can inspire loyalty and troops that will fight to the death on her behalf? Or the Great Princess that will keep her people alive? I don't care who our leader is in all honestly as long as they're someone who'll strive for greatness over being merely good. A leader shouldn't settle for anything less." There was no spoken candidate in Clean's speech, just his expectations of whoever decided to take the position. After all, if they couldn't handle the pressure of one person's expectations how could they handle the lives of those who follow them?
★ Toni Sparks ★



“Spotlights and you may get along, but a word of warning. The spotlight doesn’t go to anyone but number one and it’s the loneliest number. Can you handle that? Standing above everyone else? I’m going there to see that which no one else can see… if you want to get there, you better just try and drag me down~!” the wicked grin of someone who knew exactly what she was after split her face as the light-hearted words contrasted with the subtle steel in her eyes, daring Lysander to try as she clicked her fingers and made finger guns at him. As the bell rang and the teacher arrived, Toni put her metaphorical game face on, grin widening as Mister Yoshida seemed to have doubts on everyone’s right to be in the hero course. Well, a hero should prove themselves. As the crowd of the class went to put on their jumpsuits, Toni let them go ahead, she put her earbuds in again let herself get lost in the music for a moment before rushing out to get her jumpsuit on.

Lip synching to her song, Toni tossed her bulky clothes into the locker and slipped into the provided jumpsuit. Putting her shades on, Toni put her loose change in her pockets and strode into the training facility. Seeing Training Ground Echo Toni couldn't help but laughing at the sight and beneath her glasses her eyes lit up. A construction sight, heavy machinery, scaffolding, cranes… it was a paradise.

Stick to your strengths? Sir you’d be hard pressed to get me away from my strengths here. Tearing out the earbuds, Toni bundled them up, tucked them into her jumpsuit and walked over to a chatty group.

“So, what do you think? Fighting a villain or performing rescue operations?” not really directing her question, simply making small talk.

@Experiment 249@Feyblue@Aerandir@Riegal
★ Toni Sparks ★



Toni's grin caused her eyes to squint as the room simply seemed to fill with chaos. It would be a challenge for a star to shine bright in this eclectic room of noise and presence. Especially the guy who proudly and loudly claimed the "Main Character Seat" as his, he had stage presence. Eyes rolling in her head as this classroom was certainly going to be amusing and it admittedly did cause an idea to spring to mind. Fingers trailing over wood grain of the desks, she reached the center of the front row.

"Front and center. Any other place would simply not befit a star~" looking up a shock of pink hair filled her vision and replied to the wave with one of her own. Spinning the chair around to face the girl, Toni fell into the seat and leaned back.

"Hiya to you as well, love the hair. I'm doing well, thanks. I kinda hope that we get to do an 'obstacle' course like that often, it's a fun warm up, you know?" drumming her hands on the desk she slowly looked around the room and took everyone in. Making a few assumptions about the mutant quirks about the room, the tree person for example. Emitters were always different, it was always smarter to wait and see what they can do. Assuming someone's power in any circumstance is already a risky business, even mutant ones. Shaking her head and throwing her assumptions to the side, Toni arrived back at Mamoru.

"I'm Toni by the way. Terribly rude to not introduce my self, just awful manners on my part. What's you're name?"
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