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My Hero Academia: Raw Potential

Relatively enough, the rest of the introductions progressed smoothly. Junko was paying some attention to the class but really, her interest was only directed to the ones who…well, looked interesting. That included the girl with antlers on her head and the last girl with magnets for hands. She almost expected the session to end frostily with Kouki’s words but funnily enough, that didn’t happen. All the same, their teacher seemed all too enthused with how events happened. And then it was time for a physical test. That made Junko pause.

A physical test? On the first day of class? Granted, she figured it was probably to show off their Quirks to their fellow students and teacher of course, but still, the thought of actively moving around so early in the morning didn’t sit well with Junko. She made a visible grimace, which given her already haphazard drowsy-looking state, it looked almost horrific to bear. That, and there was of course, the concern of how she was going to get her Quirk activated…maybe they wouldn’t be testing their Quirks after all? Maybe, maybe.

Her worst fears-the irony was not lost on her-were realized when the lot of them trudged into the school gym, changed and with a full other class watching from the sidelines. “We have an audience too!?” she squeaked, more to herself than anyone else. Hearing Mako’s instructions just confirmed what she didn’t want to hear. What followed next felt like a blur in constant motion to Junko. She watched as her classmates began to show off their Quirks one by one without much external help.

Some of them crushed weights like tin toys. Some of them bounced about with what she thought was chewing gum. Some of them flat out flew around in the air. However, most of that time was Junko simply keeping to herself, a nervous panic drawing over her mind as she wondered just what the hell she was supposed to conjure up in this situation. She was pretty sure the fear accumulated from before class was gone now, fizzled up; indeed, almost an entire class period of time came and went. Maybe she could ask the teacher to turn off the lights and talk in a spooky voice?

No. No, that was stupid and kind of embarrassing. She was supposed to do this on her own, wasn’t she? Before she knew it, Saki was wrapping up her show, speeding around the gym and solving…sudoku? That was impressive enough just for the sheer patience it took a normal person to do-wait, was she up? She still didn’t know what she was supposed to do. How ironic then, as she gulped and walked over to the two boxes, vaguely aware everyone was watching her now. Her hands fumbled, digging around in the display of props until…. “Huh?”

This…had to be a joke right? Someone just left this in the box? Or maybe someone knew how her Quirk worked? Then again, she’d seen everyone else find all sorts of strange little items in the boxes to help them so that wasn’t too far off the mark. Junko’s expression dipped into a crinkled smirk, hiding the small object close to her chest. She took a few steps forward, towards the Support class observing them. Spying the closest student, she shuffled forward as if drunken, face creaking into a more twisted grin, eyes hidden under her hair.

Yes…she could feel it now. It was a boy, she could tell, feeling nervous as she approached. Nervousness became anxiety, and anxiety became a burst of fear as she lunged forward with the plastic knife she kept undiscovered. But it was just a burst that she needed, a surge of adrenaline and fear that would do well. She suddenly launched herself back before digging the “knife” into the spooked boy, body moving on its own as if she was possessed. Much like the others with similar physical Quirks, she moved about almost inhumanly, fast like a blur, and leaving the ground slightly cracked wherever she stepped.

Then, in a sudden leap that carried her high, almost reaching the point of flying, she launched herself at the nearest wall. “Eeheheh….!” With a plunge of her arm, she slammed the plastic knife into the very top, the wall shaking as the toy was smashed right in, causing small fractures. The toy was shattered instantly and the dent in the wall was left creaking as Junko landed back to the ground, giggling to herself and causing more dents where she fell. Then reality ensued.

“….wait, uh, do I have to pay for that? S-Sorry, I didn’t mean to cause school damage!” she spoke with a wave of her frantic arms.

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Tower of Fable

When at last it seemed everyone had finished their tasks and upgrades, Cait summoned everyone’s attention with a resounding clap of her hands. The noise was enough of a bark to catch people’s attention and by the way Cait wrung her hands about, she didn’t expect that much force behind her blows anyway. “Alright people, break time’s over. It’s time for the next Floor~” Much like before, she directed the group towards the billboard of jobs to take, two scrolls plastered onto them with thumbtacks as usual. One looked familiar enough.

Crimson Pact: Survive the dangers of the supernatural and others who dwell in the darkness. Voyage the unbound castles if you dare or choose to scurry among the local life instead. Bring back valuable items or defeat bosses for prizes! Be wary of the red moon.

“Technically nobody actually beat it,” Cait called out, knowing someone would question why this Floor was still there. It was much unlike the other parchment, one that hung almost soggily as if it had been drenched in sea water before being laid out to dry under the sun. Blackish blue ink sprawled lazily on its text like festering oils drooling down its surface to the bottom.

Grimmest Grotto: Darkness waits at the bottom of the depths. The surface holds the dying world set on a timer to doom. Gather what you will of treasures if you must. There is only one goal in this wretched place: Survive to the end.

Cait shrugged. “I don’t write these descriptions. I leave that job to the interns.” With that said, the cat took her place back to the bar, probably to polish glasses-no, there she went, making herself a stiff drink. While the others talked amongst themselves of which Floor to choose and which scroll to pick, the familiar face who saw them off on their last departure was back in her spot upstairs.

Katie watched the others just as she did before, leaning over the rails. “You know, there’s a clue in there somewhere,” she couldn’t help but call out. If anyone bothered to pay attention to her, she’d simply point over to the empty shop stand parallel to Emilia’s. Indeed, it was still lacking an operator and at this point, slowly collecting dust. “Just a hunch, but if you found Emilia in one Floor, wouldn’t you find the other keep in a Floor too?”

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My Hero Academia: Raw Potential

“Eh…heheh….” Junko had suspicions from the moment she laid eyes on the dark mass of a boy, but it was really only confirmed when she got a firsthand sample herself. For the briefest of moments, she gasped as she felt her arm be pulled into a viscous material that almost felt akin to mud. She waggled her fingers, hoping to feel a bit of bone stuck inside but alas, her hand was pulled out before she could really try. What was left were dark stains that filtered more like oil than anything else, light and easily wiped away. She gave Donny another grin.

“Oh wow, you really are full of surprises. Hehe…you’re really, really cool.” She eagerly took the soda offered-with her non oiled hand of course-and was just about to properly introduce herself before Mako-sensei officially announced the start of their class. Oh well, this was as good enough of a time to introduce herself anyway. Junko gave Donny a thankful nod before slowly hovering back to her desk, keeping some giggles to herself. Only when her hands were clean did she open the can, softly drinking as one by one, each student stated their name and goals.

It was kind of funny Donny was the first to go, in a way. The rest of the introductions came without incident before it was soon her turn. Junko tried not to jitter too much as the teacher pointed at her, standing up from her desk and giving the people around her a small, albeit somewhat crooked smile. “H-Hi everyone. I’m Junko Kurowai, eheh. I’m actually here because of you, Mako-sensei.” Junko’s features somewhat brightened as she looked at their teacher.

“Hehe, the idea of being taught by a former criminal was an opportunity I didn’t want to pass up. Sorry if that was offensive or anything, eheeh….I also like using my Quirk. A lot.” Junko was now nervously glancing down, flittering and fidgeting her hands together. Whether she was doing it to be off putting or because she was genuinely nervous was hard to say, though she couldn’t help but beam with everyone looking at her. “Um, I think a hero is supposed to try and make things better, no matter how small. At least, that’s what a hero means to me. Something like that.” She promptly sat down, looking relieved.

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@Lucius Cypher, @Silver Carrot

My Hero Academia: Raw Potential

Junko didn’t notice it at first, what with keeping her head down and the concerns about getting to class on time. But when she finally settled in place in her desk, it was undeniable, especially considering her pencil snapped in her hand when she held it. She blinked at the pieces of wood split in two on her desk, wondering when her Quirk activated. Maybe the two girls from outside feared her? Hehe, she did make a point to be soft-spoken, chalking it up to that instead of her being nervous talking to them.

Or maybe it was that third girl she barely caught wind of when she brushed past, someone calling themselves “Fridge, the Onmyōji”. Weird name. Either way, it wasn’t enough to cause any serious spikes in her physicality and so Junko only shrugged to herself and brought out a mechanical pen instead, careful in how she held it. The rest of the morning felt…slow. Sluggish. Dragged on. She noticed more students were filing back into class, including the girls she bumped into earlier along with someone who looked half bird and half human, no doubt an animal Quirk.

Truthfully, her eyes wandered, not really wanting to interact with anyone but herself. After all, she had an image to maintain, yes? Even so, she couldn’t resist looking at the figurative elephant in the room. Indeed, Junko found it comforting to stare at the mass of darkness sitting by his lonesome; well, not anymore, as a redhead and a boy came up to him for a conversation. How every fascinating. Junko grinned to herself, jotting down some notes as she studied the boy’s mass of darkness. Was it a shroud he hid himself in? Or was it his actual body?

Either option didn’t much matter to her, aside from the fact that he looked so, oh so, scary. She was almost jealous in a way-no, no, she was entirely jealous. Junko blotted out the conversations being had, studying Donny’s body movements. She almost gasped with delight in seeing a boned hand spring out from the mass to pop open a soda. Now that was cool. That was scary. Junko could resist no further. Slowly, idly, she creeped up to Donny and shamelessly tried to grab at his side, just a palm full of his blobbed body.

“Oh, cool.” She wouldn’t be letting go of course, not until she had fully deduced the exact physical nature of his body. Of course, if Donny actually noticed her, she’d simply look up with a sheepish grin. “Ehehe, sorry. I just had to know. You look so cool,” was her defense, ready to be said in case she was perceived as a creepy weirdo. Then again, that was fine by her given her Quirk. She’d already made a point in her life to try and weird people out.

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@Lucius Cypher, @Conscripts, @Silver Carrot

Tower of Fable

As the mighty travelers made their safe return to the Dangeki, only one of them had the good sense to speak the soundest advice; do not disturb the barkeep. Indeed, with everyone laundering at Emilia’s shop and Kanbaru having gone upstairs, Cait saw no real reason to get involved or wake up from her nap. People came and went as they pleased in the only true safe place in the Tower after all. Of course, there was always someone who didn’t listen, who broke rules.

It just had to be the thief. Cait’s features furrowed and frowned, unconsciously batting away at the reed stalk with her hands. Where Clair even got the thing was hard to say because she certainly didn’t buy it off Emilia. The blue cat’s tail flickered and swished to smack it away before at long last, Cait woke up with a loud sneeze. “Hooooo~!” Sniffling, the cat immediately sat up on her haunches, blearily looking around before catching Clair in the act.

“Oh, think you’re real funny eh?” Then she spotted the phone in Clair’s hands, further narrowing her eyes. She leaned back against the wall and crossed her arms with a huff. “Recording the bar keep is a serious violation of privacy. I think a fair trade is in order. How about, you give me the phone and I, I dunno, give you like, half discounts on a drink. Deal?” Her ear perked up as she heard Emilia call out from the other room to the pirate. “Pssssh, come on Emilia, lighten up and give a blank card for the poor pirate. I betcha you got there something in there for a vessel, I reckon.”

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Monster Federation Force (Monster Girl RP)

Well wasn’t this just perfect. Schrödinger would have cursed by the merit she had two dead weights to drag around if she weren’t still on the run from MFF troops. Terrorkeat had since shrunk down into human size, nestled among her jaws, and judging from Utena’s lack of order giving or noise, she could only assume she was passed out too. That only left the cat to bring the both to safety and she almost considered dropping Utena outright. Wouldn’t the MFF jump at the chance to capture the traitor? At least, Schrödinger thought so.

But she didn’t want to hear the bird squawking in her ear for leaving their little human helper for dead, so she continued onwards instead. Once more Schrödinger activated her ability, turning completely invisible, as well as extending her reach to Terrorkeat and Utena as well. Slowly, cautiously like a predatory cat, she stalked up and through until she breached the opening that led into the lower segments that was this MFF base. Unseen and unheard for the most part, she swiftly exited their prison and made her way into the city.

Only when she was at the bordered edge did she shrink down as well- “Ooof.” -only to immediately regret it as she was left with two girls that were heavier than they looked. “You two owe me,” she grumbled, wondering where the hell she was supposed to go now. Terrorkeat mentioned something about allies in high places, but she wasn’t the one who could fly. She’d either have to wait for the bird to get to her senses or look for herself. Or…

With a sigh, she dragged both human and GMG into a dark corner of an alleyway. Then, slowly, carefully, and just making sure both were unconscious…she purred. It was a low, vibrating, but relatively unheard sound that only other GMGs could pick up, so thin was its wavelength. If they truly had allies, then surely friendly GMGs would pick up on her signal? If not, she could and would always blame it on Terrorkeat or something.

Back in the ruined MFF base, the good doctor was less than pleased with the results. By the time all personnel were accounted for, she was already stalking up to McNair with an unamused look on her face, dusting off her coat. “No need to bring me a status report Commander, I’m aware both the GMG specimens and our turncoat have run rogue and escaped. I want MFF troops in the streets looking for Utena. As for our monster problem, it’s not that hard to find such big girls now is it.”

My Hero Academia: Raw Potential

Unfortunate for Yukari, someone did see her run her face right into a pole. Actually, two someones, both coming in opposite directions. Junko wasn’t sure if she was seeing things correctly, blinking as she saw the girl almost mold around the pole, yet still smacking her face right into it. Then again, she wasn’t much paying attention to surroundings herself, muttering some soft words under her breath and generally trying to keep her head and gaze pointed downwards. First days were always so…tiring.

Junko was lucky enough that her house was only a few blocks away from Matsubara High. In truth, the close convenience was just another factor in enrolling; if nothing else, it translated into short walks to school every day, in and out. But she wasn’t aware there were others with such a short commute as well, and thus, she was treated with the sight of a girl smacking herself into a pole. She kept a hand to her mouth, trying not to laugh at the expense of others. But it was funny.

The sound of concern brought her attention forward and she noted another girl briskly coming up to Pole Girl. Junko tried not to stare at her antlers, but she also couldn’t help but think they almost looked like demon horns. Hmm. Perhaps that was a feature she could use in her hero costume? If she had the time, she might have considered taking out a pen and paper to jot that down, but she didn’t fancy the idea of being late on her first day. Besides, she figured Horny Girl came from the school anyway, so it wasn’t too far.

“Please watch your step next time.” Her words were almost severely quiet as she passed by Yukari and Noel, her advice meant for the former. She’d give each a shaky nod before continuing down her way to Matsubara High. By the time she got to Ms. Mako’s hero class, the room was already starting to fill up with students of all different shapes and sizes. If nothing else, this would be an interesting school year. “Mhm.” First impressions were everything. It was important, especially with a Quirk like hers.

“Eheh, good morning senpai…” Junko kept her eyes slightly downward with a crooked smile aimed at anyone who wanted to greet her; it was less a tactic and more just her natural expression. Right, right, where was it…one, two, three…. her eyes darted about the classroom, looking for the thirteenth seat specifically before happily claiming it as her own. It was common belief the number thirteen was associated with bad luck, and thus, it only made sense she’d start her enigmatic and spooky appearance here and now.

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@ShwiggityShwah, @Ryonara

My Hero Academia: Raw Potential

Junko Kurowai

Appearance

Costume

✣ Name: Junko Kurowai
✣ Hero/Vigilante Name: Jigoku
✣ Gender: Female
✣ Age: 16
✣ Height/Weight: 5'80" (177 cm) / 110 lbs (50 kg)

✣ Personality: There’s some irony to be said about Junko, especially regarding her Quirk. Indeed, for someone whose power relies on fear, she herself isn’t much vocal in those matters. Or any. Quiet, reserved, and generally only speaking when spoken to or when necessary, Junko finds comfort in keeping to a small circle of friends and acquaintances. Prolonged social behavior tires her out-probably the excuse for the constant bags under her eyes-and she’d rather let actions speak for her words anyway. That, and she’d rather not speak much at all.

If nothing else though, such near-timid behavior does wonders to her Quirk after all. Often she’s been perceived as, “that quiet girl who kind of reminds you of a horror flick ghost”. Given her looks and soft-spoken nature it’s not hard to make such assumptions and these antsy reactions only serve to help bolster her Quirk. Junko isn’t completely inept either; if she notes something will creep out the people around her, she’ll do it, if not for her Quirk, then for a reputation. Perhaps under that shy exterior is a girl who likes mischief more than she’d like to admit….

✣ Background: Really, is it any wonder Junko didn’t end up in UA? Or any big-name hero school? Is it really? With a Quirk like hers, Junko was practically destined to be glanced off and put aside for not being “heroic” enough. A fear-based Quirk, especially one that worked in her manner, would have had no place in proper hero society as it stood. Thus, she was recommended to try out for one of the more local schools that were laxed and lenient on the matter. To hear that Madame Obsidian herself, a turncoat villain, was teaching as well proved to also be some inspiration.

Though really, Junko’s started from a long time coming. Even in her youth she’s found more fun in scaring people than actually committing to hero work. If nothing else, she was more than happy to skip over the big wig schools that would no doubt judge her and her Quirk for something smaller and more homely. Even her costume is nothing short of handmade, a mismatch collection of items that, when put together, Junko believes is quite scary under the right lightning. Even so, she’s still scrounging up money to buy an actual chainsaw, not the plastic one she has now. She’ll just chalk it off as a “support item”.

Whether she’s on her way to being a hero in disguise, a vigilante in the making, or a new villain is anyone’s guess.

✣ Quirk: Junko’s Quirk is named Fear Monger. A Transformation type Quirk, Fear Monger converts the fear pheromones from the people around Junko into physical power for herself. In apt terms, the scarier she’s perceived, the greater her physical capabilities are increased. Strength, speed, and durability; Fear Monger creates a spike in all these capabilities by feeding pure adrenaline into Junko’s brain and body via fear pheromones in the air. However, the longest lasting time for this effect seems to be four minutes before Junko’s body needs time to rest.

✣ Other: Perhaps to no one’s surprise, Junko likes horror flicks. Granted, she’ll still shriek and scream-about the most noise you’ll get out of her-at the average poorly framed jump scare, but that doesn’t do much to deter from her enjoyment of them. She has a bad hobby of looking up new ways to scare people as well as researching all the different effects of fear on the human brain. She has an even worse habit of encouraging pranks on people and isn’t below participating in them herself for some fun. Her birthday is also on Halloween, as if the cosmos themselves deemed her existence ironic.

My Hero Academia rp: Underdogs

Junko Kurowai

Appearance

Costume

✣ Name: Junko Kurowai
✣ Hero/Vigilante Name: Jigoku
✣ Gender: Female
✣ Age: 16
✣ Height/Weight: 5'80" (177 cm) / 110 lbs (50 kg)

✣ Personality: There’s some irony to be said about Junko, especially regarding her Quirk. Indeed, for someone whose power relies on fear, she herself isn’t much vocal in those matters. Or any. Quiet, reserved, and generally only speaking when spoken to or when necessary, Junko finds comfort in keeping to a small circle of friends and acquaintances. Prolonged social behavior tires her out-probably the excuse for the constant bags under her eyes-and she’d rather let actions speak for her words anyway. That, and she’d rather not speak much at all.

If nothing else though, such near-timid behavior does wonders to her Quirk after all. Often she’s been perceived as, “that quiet girl who kind of reminds you of a horror flick ghost”. Given her looks and soft-spoken nature it’s not hard to make such assumptions and these antsy reactions only serve to help bolster her Quirk. Junko isn’t completely inept either; if she notes something will creep out the people around her, she’ll do it, if not for her Quirk, then for a reputation. Perhaps under that shy exterior is a girl who likes mischief more than she’d like to admit….

✣ Background: Really, is it any wonder Junko didn’t end up in UA? Or any big-name hero school? Is it really? With a Quirk like hers, Junko was practically destined to be glanced off and put aside for not being “heroic” enough. A fear-based Quirk, especially one that worked in her manner, would have had no place in proper hero society as it stood. Thus, she was recommended to try out for one of the more local schools that were laxed and lenient on the matter. To hear that Madame Obsidian herself, a turncoat villain, was teaching as well proved to also be some inspiration.

Though really, Junko’s started from a long time coming. Even in her youth she’s found more fun in scaring people than actually committing to hero work. If nothing else, she was more than happy to skip over the big wig schools that would no doubt judge her and her Quirk for something smaller and more homely. Even her costume is nothing short of handmade, a mismatch collection of items that, when put together, Junko believes is quite scary under the right lightning. Even so, she’s still scrounging up money to buy an actual chainsaw, not the plastic one she has now. She’ll just chalk it off as a “support item”.

Whether she’s on her way to being a hero in disguise, a vigilante in the making, or a new villain is anyone’s guess.

✣ Quirk: Junko’s Quirk is named Fear Monger. A Transformation type Quirk, Fear Monger converts the fear pheromones from the people around Junko into physical power for herself. In apt terms, the scarier she’s perceived, the greater her physical capabilities are increased. Strength, speed, and durability; Fear Monger creates a spike in all these capabilities by feeding pure adrenaline into Junko’s brain and body via fear pheromones in the air. However, the longest lasting time for this effect seems to be four minutes before Junko’s body needs time to rest.

✣ Other: Perhaps to no one’s surprise, Junko likes horror flicks. Granted, she’ll still shriek and scream-about the most noise you’ll get out of her-at the average poorly framed jump scare, but that doesn’t do much to deter from her enjoyment of them. She has a bad hobby of looking up new ways to scare people as well as researching all the different effects of fear on the human brain. She has an even worse habit of encouraging pranks on people and isn’t below participating in them herself for some fun. Her birthday is also on Halloween, as if the cosmos themselves deemed her existence ironic.

My Hero Academia rp: Underdogs

I just want a spoopy Quirk.