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Lanestol observed others as they placed their items among the vast piles. He did not notice one of his comrades disobeying their guide's orders as he was more intrigued with Orky noticing an item from among a fallen of his race. He sensed the artifact's remnant energy, as though a piece of its former owner's soul lingered upon the helmet. He could not pick up exactly what, though, and let the orc have his moment to lay the fallen warrior to rest.

He snapped back to reality. He hadn't been able to pick up on that before. He was strictly a medical professional, able to tell live from dead about as well as the next doctor. He seemed to hear voices calling from the treasures and trinkets strewn out and piled high before them. Voices of fallen, of those lost adrift in space and in unknown reaches of planets. They started to sound like they were talking over one another, and only grew louder as he continued to linger at the site.

Fortunately enough, Gorchek ordered them all back. Just as well, for he needed to find a place to quell these new voices he couldn't pick up on before. He filed in to board a shuttle back to the Stone-Turner, trying not to panic or let the adrenaline rush show in a cold sweat or tense sensation, though his eyes seemed betrayed his uncertain fear nonetheless. Who were these voices? How did they speak to him now? He tried to drown them out to avoid answering those questions.
He would admit the first few months without being able to make use of his Quirk were difficult, as any major change in life is. The public had to adjust to a new world without their Symbol of Peace. He had to adjust to a new world where he could not be there when physical danger arose and he had to trust another to carry on his legacy. To carry on a greater legacy. Those first few months, the remainder of that school year, he felt...powerless. And yet, a strength he did have left was his moral core. One Nana Shimura passed on to him in her time. One he used even now. Evidence of that began with his appearance. He had finally switched his suits to fit his normal form. He actually sat down to learn to teach students, through observation and through lecture as he was asked here.

And even now, he found it amazing someone would approach him for such an assignment. To sit down and speak with Toshinori Yagi in his life after All Might. Even now, the legacy he once bore had infected someone other than his successor. He was used to his former identity being that inspiration for the multitude of kids all across Japan to use their Quirks to become heroes. This would be a rare encounter, discounting Deku, with someone coming to him to talk about his life now.

"Of course I'm free to talk. We should probably go somewhere I won't be scolded for bringing in one who isn't a teacher." He proceeded out the door and walked with Mela to a more private room, one that was often used for high-security written exams. One where a teacher and a student could be one-on-one with nothing else to observe.

"So, Miss Ueda. If I remember this right, you have impeccable balance on just about anything one can stand on. And a bit of archery skill as well. What exactly brings you to interview the washed-up Symbol of Peace? Why not go for someone who can still participate in the field?"


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Ryuichi tried not to let himself appear flustered as Nemuri touched him and agreed to a one-on-one talk for his assignment. He dutifully followed the pro hero back to her office. He almost felt like being a little arrogant and smirk that he snatched a coveted interview time with Midnight, the R-Rated Hero. Though, to do so would be to have the same ulterior motive as the others who wanted this talk with her as well. From what was available and what he could gather, she was one of the best in terms of technique. With his own physical abilities paling in comparison to his Festival rivals, he would have to become a technical specialist himself to stand a chance at making the final phase. The interview would be perfect for picking her mind on that first.

Once they arrived at her office and she had made a comment offering to help relieve some of his anxiety, he politely declined. "Thank you, Miss Nemuri, though I feel I work best with a bit of pressure. The honor is mine to speak with you. I would like to start with asking about your hero work. What have you had to do to make the most effective use of your Quirk? With how you've demonstrated to foes many times over, surely, they have figured to attempt to stay away from you. How do you compensate for that in a confrontation?"

He placed his notebook and pen at the ready to take notes and attempt to quote Nemuri as close to verbatim as he could keep up with. He felt eager to absorb everything he could learn, though he had some feeling he would have to edit out pieces with potential references to more mature methods. She wasn't considered the R-Rated Hero for nothing, after all. Even if it was just an act she put on for the public, this might end up being part of that as well. He would write that down, though he would have to exclude the raunchier bits should they slip. His focus was dead-set on listening to her method and what he could learn from it. Anything he could apply, whether he knew it from prior experience or not, he prepared himself to be a sponge. No pressure at all. Only preparation for his last chance to impress hero agencies and determine his life's course.
Toshinori Yagi retreated to his usual hideaway in the teachers' lounge for a cup of coffee after another class session for the day. He had been reassigned to more technical than practical coursework, such as ethics and license responsibilities for second- and third-year UA students. It was the only way he could still remain at UA for the time being as he oversaw the entire process of passing on the torch to One For All's successor, Midoriya Izuku, better known by now as "Deku." Though he missed and longed for his time as "All Might," the designated Symbol of Peace, he had known this was a possibility since the first fateful showdown against All For One which left both of them permanently scarred.

Though even now, in affairs that would not involve looking after Midoriya, he found contentment in his work teaching rising heroes the essence of being a Symbol of Peace, even if they would never rise to his fame. "Emulating what I stood for as All Might is more than just having a powerful Quirk," he would open. "It is the attitude of doing what you can when the moment arises. It is having the conviction to rescue who you can. When everyone else runs away from the danger, you run toward it. More than that, though, you also need to know what exactly to do when you get there. What should your priorities be in a crisis? Should you save the people in danger first or stop the one causing it? Do circumstances change that evaluation? As heroes, you will have to make these decisions in the moment. You will have to know what you will do ahead of time or the moment will become bigger than you. I will probably step on a lot of preconceived notions in the days to come."

It felt...different feeling powerless to do what he once did. Though, it offered a chance to strengthen and refine his own character and be a better teacher now that he couldn't just smash his way through his problems. His thoughts were sidetracked as he heard a knock at the lounge door. "Odd...who could be there? I usually meet Midoriya elsewhere and a teacher would just walk in..." He stood to answer the door, opening it up to find a rather eager student asking if he was free. It was in this moment he recalled the third-years' assignment to interview a teacher prior to the UA Sports Festival, finally getting their chance to feature as the showstoppers. This tended to be the one to watch, aside from the class that stole the show as first-years. He stood up as straight as his normal, weakened form would allow him as he addressed the student.

"Ah...y-yes, I'm free at the moment. What do you need me for?"


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Estrada Ryuichi wanted to seize his opportunity to relax now before the Sports Festival. This one in particular was stressful since it was the last one, the one hero agencies tended to weigh high among other factors. In his first year, he survived the first round, though was targeted and bodied out of the second preliminary once others caught on to his Quirk's usefulness. In his second year, he narrowly survived round one again and was just shy of qualifying for the final phase when an ill-defended stomach blow in the Capture the Flag event left his base wide open for the opponent to swipe their places in the final elimination stage. Though his constitution couldn't get much better, he had worked all year long on his physical skills to compensate, and that work was about to hopefully pay off.

For now, he needed this assignment to take his mind off the pressure. He had his hero in mind when they were told to interview someone. The main issue would be getting in and getting his interview done before Midnight was too booked up talking to others. His first opportunity to get a leg up on others he would soon compete against at the Sports Festival. Even now, in something meant to unwind, he couldn't help but feel the intensity of the task. He was justified trying to reach her for this task. He felt others wanted in more because they were...teenage boys. Young men, at best. His abilities ran along her skillset: picks and nonviolent disables.

As soon as they were released, Ryuichi dashed from his seat to find Midnight. If he recalled correctly, she would be in an office in the next hall over. He did not anticipate her being so near, and it caught him off-guard as his opportunity was closer than he expected. He snapped back after a pause and looked her straight in the eye to try to catch her attention.

"Pardon me, Miss Midnight...we of class 3-A have been assigned to interview teachers on what you have discovered in your work. I would like to interview you. I would love to learn more about you as a hero whose Quirk primarily disables opponents, as mine works a similar way."
I'm fine with that. I think we're ready to go if you are.
Estrada Ryuichi

17 years old



His quirk requires a target to touch once his hands are charged with psychic energy. Upon touch, the afflicted proceeds through physiological sensations as though they are dying, though in all reality, they are hallucinating. The end result is the target is subdued, though conscious, as though they can still see in their "death." If he concentrates and builds a lot of energy, the target can be rendered unconscious for a time. The psychological trauma from the experience can scar one affected beyond the end of the encounter. He also is highly agile and reactive through physical training, so while not on a quirk-user's level, he can still get around if necessary. His physical strength is limited to quickly moving his body around as needed and he has almost no constitution. He is best suited as a "pick" hero - neutralize one or two targets by ambush, not unlike an assassin except for the end goal.

His favorite food is tuna sashimi and his favorite color is purple.

His favorite pro hero is Midnight (not for those reasons) as her powers and skillset are, at a high level, similar, with both of their quirks favoring a quick, physically painless end (even if Midnight's doesn't come with the mental trauma).
Not on me now. I'll go look for one. I can still make a light CS.
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Lanestol seemed visibly relieved and loosened up tension once he saw Virum was at least alive. His healing appeared to work as his mending pained Virum, though not as much as it would have pained his bolder, short-sighted cohort to have lain around for months on end while the Stone-Turner crew went out adventuring. It took about 15 minutes before Virum was put back together as he was before, though he would still ache for a while longer where his injuries were.

"I would advise against attempting to take advantage of the planet's lower gravity like that again," the doctor noted. "Those injuries you sustained will still be tender for a day or so. Your body will have to pick up the final stretch before you're back to your former state." He reached out his hand to pull his shipmate back to his feet, satisfied he was revitalized enough to at least stand and walk the rest of their trip. He had also caught sight of Orky intentionally tumbling down the hill and dislocating his shoulder, though seemed glad he didn't have to step away from his more critical patient.

If this is the pace we're setting for our adventure, running the medical bay is going to be SO much fun...

With no further need for his services for the time being, he stood about a foot from the edge of the pile of trinkets. Clutching his own in his hand and finally deciding the gut feeling was his fear holding him back, he placed his necklace down at the outermost layer in the pile. As his hand separated from it and he stepped back, he felt a shiver run through him, though he shook it off as the initial recoil of the aforementioned fear. He left it in its place and receded to allow others to place their contributions.
Welcome to my IC. I try to be pretty chill about standards and welcome all lengths of posters.

About me:

-Mid-20s, RP'ed for 10+ years, currently work during weekdays. I have some access during the day, though more during evenings.
-I try to be on most every day. I will let you know if I have to be away for an extensive amount of time.
-English is my first language. I won't turn anyone away who isn't a native English speaker or who is otherwise still refining their English skills. As long as I get the basic idea of what you're saying, it's fine. Ask for help if you want it.
-I'm willing to play mature plits. There may be certain plots where I won't want to play with certain mature elements or any at all. You reserve the right to ask the same.
-Characters under 18 will not be involved in detailed mature events. Bad things can happen to them off-screen.

Each of the following preferred elements may be combined into one plot if you wish.

Settings

-Superhero/supervillain world
-Fantasy (high or low)
-Mythology (willing to pull from several different myths)
-Supernatural (can go in hand with mythology)
-Science fiction

Pairings
-Superheroes, supervillains or superhero x supervillain
-Supernatural beings or supernatural x human
-Demigods or demigod x human
-Shapeshifters or shapeshifter x human
-Hybrids or hybrid x human
-Anthros or anthro x human

Plots

Fandoms (willing to play combinations of canons and OCs; subsets of broader categories will be considered)

-My Hero Academia
-Marvel Cinematic Universe
-Batman
-X-Men
-Sonic
-Mega Man
-JoJo's Bizarre Adventure (can take place in either canon universe, though I have a Fight Club type adventure idea)
-Yu-Gi-Oh! (would like to explore the original King of Games world more w/o Duel Monsters being at the forefront - i.e. DM is on the same pedestal as other games)



Feel free to request anything not specifically listed as well as any modifications you would like to see to a suggested story or pairing.

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I have the following requests:

-Please PM me if you are interested and what you are interested in. Please include a preference order when possible. I'm open to plots and pairings I haven't thought of if you want to include them.

-Please write with decent grammar and spelling. It's fine if English isn't your native language. I will work with you if you still need to shore up more.

-Please let me know if you need a temporary leave or if you just don't want to play anymore. After 7 days, I will check in. After another 7 days without an answer, I will assume you don't want to play anymore.

-Please help with the story. Neither one of us should take it over. Someone to build with equally, rather than having one person take over it and the other just playing along. You are free to include your ideas and flesh out mine more.

The only requirement:

-If a game will be mature, it must go to PMs. Otherwise, it may go to a thread or PMs, whichever you would prefer.

If I think of anything else, I will bring it up with you. Feel free to ask questions if you want any clarification before committing. It's okay to back out early if you think you're interested, but decide you're not after more thought.

PM what you would be interested in.
"I think if one is going to be laid to rest here, they ought to be properly laid to rest. In a hole. Erosion is barely a thing here, if ever, so it would likely only have to be deep enough to cover them, though a normal-size grave would basically do it forever. I just wish they would have thought about that before dumping off their dead out in the open. They know people come here."

Lanestol was caught off-guard as Virium tripped and tumbled down the hill. By their guide's direction, he headed downhill as fast as was safe for him as he didn't want to become a second casualty on this excursion in such a short time. He kept one hand near the ground and leaned back as he made his way down so if he fell, he fell backward and could control his descent. He caught up several seconds after Virum stopped tumbling and came to rest past the base of the hill, a few feet from where the masses of trinkets began and, thankfully, still far enough away from the nearest body in the pile.

He knelt down to examine his cohort's injuries first. He took precaution to start healing him in case he was still alive. He thought he could sense a pulse at least, so he got straight to work. He could feel as various parts Virum broke on the way down mended quickly, as though the months otherwise required to heal sped up into within minutes. Broken ribs, collarbone fracture, wrist fracture, torn ACL...he had to work one injury at a time, though it wouldn't take more than a few minutes as he channeled his healing touch through his staff. He started work on the ribs first so they wouldn't pose a breathing issue.

"Can you still speak, Virum? Answer if you can respond."
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