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Saint Hirst Academy [10/12 Slots]

Blake Eights

A siren's song upon the wind graced Blake's ears and a wicked grin split her face. Her muse had arrived. And like the siren of myth, she was leading the innocents to crash upon the pragmatist of Boss. Likely hoping to cause the woman to have an outburst. Still her muse had been located and honestly, Blake knew exactly whose room she would be in. Feeling the student body parting like the red sea, Blake slipped in behind the real Student President and followed in her wake. The Student President's rage almost scorched the air around her as Blake stuck her tongue out at Dana, trying to restrain her laughter.

"C'mon Prez! Surely you can see Dana was only trying to help! You were, by your own words, indisposed, and we couldn't have everyone just be waiting here all day. That would be rude! So Dana had to improvise and in the heat of the moment... well the details slipped her mind~. All I can say is well done to my lovely muse~" giggling like... well... a school girl Blake flitted up to Dana, Blake attempted to hug the slightly shorter girl from behind, wanting to wrap her arms around her.

"A girl this cute couldn't have even imagined that her words would have such an effect! After all, not everyone here's a first year. Surely the seniors all know your face, Prez, and as cute as you are you and Dana can't really pass for each other. So that is a very good question. Why would everyone rise and swarm the poor faculty at her words?" biting her lip, Blake's gaze traveled up and down Dana, drinking in every last detail, as Blake filed away the image of Dana in the Student President's uniform in her mind for a masterpiece later.

"How on earth did you manage to squeeze into that, Dana~?"

♦ A New Era ♦ - A My Hero Academia RP

★ Toni Sparks ★

"Damn. Oh well. I'll simply have to take care of Glitchy boy in my own time. Thankfully I have an entire year at the very least to get back at him." as the jeep rolled up, Toni followed the Angel and the naked meatball of Donny after Teach Yoshida. Surprisingly enough Toni came out of the rumble at Point C with little more than some nasty bruises and maybe a little whiplash, nothing really worth bothering a school nurse with.

"Better get out of this PE stuff..." having a quick shower and getting back into more regular attire, Toni slowly cleaned her glasses to a mirror sheen, going over her fight in her head. Could she have done better? Reacted quicker? Taken better advantage of Jett's quirk limitations? Maintaining momentum is a double edged sword for teleportation, so she wasn't wrong to do so, however she lacked the knowledge that he could teleport things other than himself.

"Sigh... I suppose I should have known that no one has a 'standard quirk'. There must have always been conditions to his quirk, like there are for mine. He maintains momentum and I didn't see Jett go anywhere that was out of his line of sight... maybe a smokescreen will be useful? Can he go through a window? Hmm..." putting her glasses on her forehead, Toni wandered back to the classroom. She honestly had little idea if her team had won or lost. It would be nice if the team had won, but the point of the exercise was partly to 'prove' themselves to the teacher and, well, all chaos aside no one seemed to fail in that regard. The shower overall left Toni rather drowsy as she slid into the classroom like she was Tom Cruise in Risky Business, her fresh bruises leaving that almost comfortable ache of having done a good job.

"Relax, everyone. No need to worry, no need to fear... I'm here now. Hold the applause, please." Stretching out as if she had just woken up Toni let all the tension vanish from her as she collapsed into her chair, draping herself over it. Looking around the room she spied some students she thought she didn't recognise... leaning backwards and seeing the classroom with an inverted perspective she scanned the room, glasses defying gravity and sticking to her head.

"Something... is different. Something... new. You're new. I better step it up then! New people tend to steal the spotlight after all~" pointing to Elvira sat up straight and considered moving over to investigate further, but had that odd feeling that as soon as she got out of her chair the teacher would come in and demand everyone to take their seats...

Saint Hirst Academy [10/12 Slots]

<Snipped quote by KoL>

No one cares KoL.

@TheWindel

No one caring would mean there would be no discussion regarding it... right? :3

Saint Hirst Academy [10/12 Slots]

@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~

Saint Hirst Academy [10/12 Slots]

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

Saint Hirst Academy [10/12 Slots]

Blake Eights

Name: Blake Eights
Age: 16
Grade: 5
Nationality: New Holland
Theme: Spider

Appearance: 155cm 50kg

Bio: Blake was born in the island nation of New Holland to unknown parents and was communally raised by the town. It was a land only just now being tamed and finally entering the world stage. The colonization efforts were hard, but once a foothold was established the harsh country became a wonderland for scientists and artists alike to make a name for themselves documenting the new flora and fauna to be found. Red soil stained the deserts and rich green forests littered the coastline. A veritable rainbow birds speckled the air with their pigments and although taming was the only appropriate word for what was happening to New Holland the harshness of any area beyond the coastline coupled with fauna that had an almost unnatural tendency towards poison made a true taming of the land a distant dream.

It was in this land that Blake grew as an artist, depicting the wonders of the land around her, the exploits of those who ventured into the land and the treasures they brought back. Seeing the blossoming talent, the townsfolk felt that Blake would have better prospects outside of the frontier town they were and petitioned for her to go to Saint Hirst Academy. It had nothing to do with the Madame from the brothel commissioning Blake to make advertisements for her establishment. However it was only once she was admitted into Saint Hirst Academy that Blake found her muse.

Sample Post: The warm glow of the sun cresting the horizon lit the silhouette of a shorter girl sitting at an easel. Legs not reaching the ground from her stool, the sound of charcoal scratching over paper in a slow arching motion lightly filled the air around her. Looking over the newly illuminated landscape, Blake quickly finished up her rough sketch before taking out the water colour paints and adding the golden light at the top splayed and washing over the emerald ground, rippling like silken sheets.

Eyes staring at her latest masterpiece, Blake added two red orbs, those eyes that pierced her heart. Looking at the painting you would see only the vaguest hint of the landscape before her. Instead you would see was an image that would make a rock blush. A golden-haired beauty sprawled under green silken sheets, the ‘hills’ nearly cresting out of the sea of green.

“Another gift for my muse~” letting the air dry the water colours a little more before putting the image away. Dashing back up to the dorms to compare her work to the real thing, something she knew she couldn’t compare to.

Extras: Blake has a sketch book full of images of her muse. Said muse is completely aware of the sketch book, since Blake will shove a new drawing under her nose each day. That said, Blake will gladly paint a portrait of you… maybe with some creative liberties when it comes to poses.

Saint Hirst Academy [10/12 Slots]

Well, if the apply still stands :)

Blake Eights

Name: Blake Eights
Age: 16
Grade: 5
Nationality: New Holland
Theme: Spider

Appearance: 155cm 50kg

Bio: Blake was born in the island nation of New Holland to unknown parents and was communally raised by the town. It was a land only just now being tamed and finally entering the world stage. The colonization efforts were hard, but once a foothold was established the harsh country became a wonderland for scientists and artists alike to make a name for themselves documenting the new flora and fauna to be found. Red soil stained the deserts and rich green forests littered the coastline. A veritable rainbow birds speckled the air with their pigments and although taming was the only appropriate word for what was happening to New Holland the harshness of any area beyond the coastline coupled with fauna that had an almost unnatural tendency towards poison made a true taming of the land a distant dream.

It was in this land that Blake grew as an artist, depicting the wonders of the land around her, the exploits of those who ventured into the land and the treasures they brought back. Seeing the blossoming talent, the townsfolk felt that Blake would have better prospects outside of the frontier town they were and petitioned for her to go to Saint Hirst Academy. It had nothing to do with the Madame from the brothel commissioning Blake to make advertisements for her establishment. However it was only once she was admitted into Saint Hirst Academy that Blake found her muse.

Sample Post: The warm glow of the sun cresting the horizon lit the silhouette of a shorter girl sitting at an easel. Legs not reaching the ground from her stool, the sound of charcoal scratching over paper in a slow arching motion lightly filled the air around her. Looking over the newly illuminated landscape, Blake quickly finished up her rough sketch before taking out the water colour paints and adding the golden light at the top splayed and washing over the emerald ground, rippling like silken sheets.

Eyes staring at her latest masterpiece, Blake added two red orbs, those eyes that pierced her heart. Looking at the painting you would see only the vaguest hint of the landscape before her. Instead you would see was an image that would make a rock blush. A golden-haired beauty sprawled under green silken sheets, the ‘hills’ nearly cresting out of the sea of green.

“Another gift for my muse~” letting the air dry the water colours a little more before putting the image away. Dashing back up to the dorms to compare her work to the real thing, something she knew she couldn’t compare to.

Extras: Blake has a sketch book full of images of her muse. Said muse is completely aware of the sketch book, since Blake will shove a new drawing under her nose each day. That said, Blake will gladly paint a portrait of you… maybe with some creative liberties when it comes to poses.

♦ A New Era ♦ - A My Hero Academia RP

★ 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

War Notes

<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.

@KoL

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

War Notes

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.