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♦ A New Era ♦ - A My Hero Academia RP

K E N I C H I

Komei - Classroom

@PsychoPanda28 - Kenichi interacts directly.

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"Paralysis, that was what I thought." Kenichi nodded. The guy dismissed his own Quirk but asked about Kenichi's, and the bluenette looked off slightly to the side with a smirk as he thumbed his own nose--sort of like a certain game company's hedgehog mascot. "Being flashy and cool is my style, sure, but don't worry about it, man. With a Quirk like yours, the bad guy can't even fight. Might take some doin' to get 'em in range, or in an enclosed space, but once that gas takes effect it's over." When he got over himself a little, he turned back to Kimoto and started to explain his own Quirk.

"You know Monkey D. Luffy, from One Piece? And he has this move called Gear Second?" Kenichi held out one of his arms and rolled the sleeve up, revealing a normal, if well-toned and muscled limb. He turned his head slightly, so as to avoid a repeat with any leftovers of Kimoto's gas, and breathed in deep through his nose. The noise was lesser than it had been in the hallway, but it still sounded like...well, like a lot of air being sucked into something under high pressure. The desks nearest to them started to rattle a bit as the vacuum pulled at them. Kenichi stopped and held his breath, and a noticeable flush began to creep over his cheeks--not like an embarrassed blush, but like his whole body had changed complexion. The veins running down his arm had also gotten much more noticeable, almost like pink lightning bolts streaking through his skin.

"My Quirk is kinda like that, except instead of pumping blood super fast, I'm just breathing super hard. It's like what they call blood-doping, only multiplied." He breathed out, in a carefully controlled manner, but it still felt like someone had pushed the AC fan up a setting or two. The coloration over his body disappeared and he rolled his sleeve back down. "My lungs take in way more air and store it under pressure, and as I grew up my body got better at using it." He clenched a fist with a wild grin. "I could just blow villains away, literally, but I like punchin' 'em better."

More people were arriving, each just as interesting as the next--the world was a lot different than how it used to be, according to his parents, but especially here in a place made especially for them, there were so many Quirks that changed people in so many ways. From simple things like hair color to wings, metal armor, plants, even people who didn't seem entirely physical in their being.

"Whaddya think so far, Kimoto-kun? See anybody else besides me who seems like a real badass?" Kenichi grinned wolfishly again and leaned closer with a lowered voice. "Or any of these girls ya like? Blondes seem to be real trendy right now, yeah?" He waggled his eyebrows, then chuckled.

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@SolaceWhaddya mean that decade? *is also in twenties*

Nah I totally understand. Happy B-day, just remember: Growing old is mandatory, growing up is optional!

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@AmbraThis is either Gorou's best idea or the worst idea period. XD

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_{G O R O U}

On the Road...or In the Skies

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@Ambra"Believe me, Dame Rhea, it's no problem to understand." Gorou said. Now that she had turned her gaze towards him, he bowed his head slightly. "That is why I accepted your offer to ride, and made mention of Captain Aiden's recommendation. I have been as honest as possible, at least insofar as I can be without actually removing the mask." He touched the object in question, tracing the tribal patterns upon it with one long finger--the underside of which bore the callous of long hours practicing the blade. "Your duty to your liege, your level head, and your scrutiny of those under your command are worthy of the highest admiration."

"There are...a few reasons, that I hide my face." Gorou began. "As I mentioned before, I have dueled many schools of the blade. Nobles who practice the art of dueling, to defend themselves in the back alleys and taverns. Knights who practice the way of war. For those sorts, their skill and their honor is their life." He looked up at Rhea, though of course his eyes were hidden. "Even with this mask, they speak of me--"Beware the Masked Man's Challenge." But that's all I am right now--a rumor, a bit of gossip." He pantomimed a haughty voice like one of the upper class might use at a dinner party. "Did you hear? Lord Eric was bested in swordplay by some masked ragamuffin! But, so long as I wear the mask...that is all I am. A masked man could be anyone. A masked man could even be a liar, a falsehood, made to besmirch a man's honor. Can you imagine then, what would happen to those men's reputation if the one who defeated them could be recognized? A face, a family name, a personage who could be traced back to a home and a village?" He raised one hand off the saddle horn now, making a gesture of interjection.

"But don't misunderstand, it's not that I'm trying to hide from them--it's that I don't want fame or glory for myself, and I don't want to make other people look bad even if I have to defeat them in battle. I don't study the blade because I want to go down in the history books as the best swordsman in the world...though I suppose that might be nice...But, I walk this path because I want to know what's at the end of it." Although, as he said that...what little was visible of his face grimaced, just a little, and his voice seemed a little sad. But it was no more than a mere instant, and the expression was as neutral as before.

"That is one reason. Another is that my eyes--" He stopped. It was clear he had to think for a moment before he continued, and this time his face certainly changed, becoming a bit redder in the cheeks. "Well, I-I've been told that my eyes are...unpleasant to look at." His free hand scratched at his cheek, and he looked away as if he were taking the scenery in around them again.

"But I assure you, Dame Rhea, I can be trusted." What can I tell her, though, to really make that clear? That I'll lay down my life for the Prince? But that's already expected of everyone here. Everyone cares about Prince Eli...ah, perhaps that's it.

He looked back at her again, and smiled--a real smile, showing off white teeth and everything. The light of the sky behind them even seemed to make him sparkle.

"I shall fulfill my duty to the Prince...and I'll do everything I can to protect you, too."

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@TominasFrom what GM said earlier I'm pretty sure we're supposed to just get past them on our own with a little bit of reasonable puppeteering. Just imagine something your character could do that, even if a "Pro Hero" could probably stop it, they'd be impressed enough to let it slide and do that anime-thing like "Hmm...he's one to watch out for," or "To be so capable at that age..."

After all, considering that there's supposed to be a "big crowd" of people trying to push their way into the school, our class of 20 is probably supposed to be the cream of the crop at least as far as first years are concerned.

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@Feyblue@ConscriptsHe even has an unnatural hair color, if BNHA's world wasn't already so wacky you could play "Spot the Protagonist" with him. All he needs now is a dumb toy/card/spinning top tie-in and we'd have a goddamned franchise.

Thanks for the compliments though, glad to see others enjoy it.

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Ohio Godzilla mini-sand.

@AmbraAny reply from Rhea incoming?

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For those whose characters weren't mentioned or acknowledged by Kenichi, I don't mean to ignore you. I was just working my way through the timeline of arrivals until I got to Sen, since his Quirk--and his choice of seat--would have gotten the biggest reaction out of Kenichi.

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K E N I C H I

Komei - Classroom

@Silver Carrot@Ryteb Pymeroce@Lucius Cypher@Feyblue - Kenichi observes.
@Conscripts@TerraGCopper - Kenichi meets Acion's eyes and has similar thoughts. Kenichi returns Flora's wave and smiles.
@PsychoPanda28 - Kenichi interacts directly.

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Kenichi hadn't been the first in the classroom, but he was part of the first wave from the looks of it. As he stepped out of the doorway for people coming from behind him, he found an unoccupied space and stood there for a moment, just taking in everything. A tiny blonde girl with twin tails, who didn't seem to have any outward indicators of her Quirk, was the first he saw. But she had gotten here before him, which probably meant that she had a strong Quirk, or else had a good mastery of her powers. Or maybe the other teachers were easier to get past than Isshin had been. A girl in glasses, this one with pink hair, looked to be catching her breath near the teacher's desk--she also had a shield on one arm. Kenichi was pretty sure the costumes and equipment either hadn't come in yet or was being stored somewhere inside the school, so unless she had brought it with her from home for some reason...could that be her Quirk? A creation type of some sort?

There was a third girl, also with glasses and also blonde but with much longer hair, so long as to seem impractical. She was near one of the windows, which had somehow been opened...but they weren't supposed to do that from the outside, or else all the leapers and flyers would have of course headed for them first. Telekinesis, to undo the latch? Teleportation? Hm, that one was a mystery...Also, Kenichi couldn't help but get a little irked that three girls had gotten here ahead of him. Call him sexist if you wanted, but he had his pride dammit. At least there was one other guy here--no, wait, there were two.

Kenichi had almost missed one of them, because he was nearly transparent. That was the weirdest Mutation Quirk Kenichi thought he'd ever seen--if it were a Transform type, letting the user become invisible or phase through stuff, the kid wouldn't be able to keep it on constantly unless he had monstrous stamina. But if he'd been born like that...did he just float out of the womb? Kenichi shook his head to push weird thoughts like that away, and instead focused on the fact that the ghost boy was reading a book that had a title written in English. After that Kenichi noticed that his facial features weren't Japanese...a foreigner? Huh.

The second guy had a portly build, and snacked nonchalantly on a bag of chips. A big guy like that, if he had a quirk that could toughen or speed him up, would have been able to get past the clones, maybe even the security guys, pretty easy. But being big didn't always mean being strong, especially when it came to fat and height versus muscle. Kenichi really hoped this guy wasn't just a lardo who got lucky--someone who didn't train themselves outdoing him would have made him angrier than being outdone by the girls.

While Kenichi had been taking in everyone else, there were a few new arrivals. Another girl--or at least he thought it was a girl by the voice, because their actual body seemed to be made of plant matter. She sat down and waved at everyone else she saw--Kenichi returned the gesture with a small smile--and seemed to be eager to go. Another guy came through next, barely making it through the door with those six giant freakin' wings growing out of him. The guy had a posture and an expression that said he thought he was confident and strong. Like Kenichi he took a moment to look around the classroom--when their gazes met, Kenichi felt that same kind of inkling. Is this guy strong? Will he be able to compete with me? Kenichi returned the acknowledgement with a wild grin.

A sort of gloomy-looking girl entered and talked to the girl with long blonde hair. Kenichi thought she had come from behind him, so had she gotten past Isshin too? He wondered if she had seen him use his awesome move--

MY FRIGGIN' NOOOOOOOSE!

Kenichi suddenly clapped his hand over his mouth and nose as another young man came up from the left wing. The guy was wearing a gas mask, so whatever his quirk was it seemed to be contained. But he had used it, recently, and there were just ever so few traces of it in the air around him and on his clothes. But the fact that Kenichi's quirk meant his breathing was deeper than likely anyone else's in the room meant that he absorbed more air, and thus even those traces--little as they were--would have an effect if they were all sucked into the same pair of lungs. His nose and the back of his throat were already tingling, not quite numb but definitely in that phase between a limb being "asleep" and full function. Some kind of paralyzing agent?

The guy in the mask was heading towards the back of the room, near the windows...and it was here that Kenichi realized the true danger he was in from this boy.

"Oi, oi oi oi!"

The blue-hair actually vaulted over some of the other desks as he ran across the room. The gas-mask kid was already sitting down...but he could still make it!

As Sen Kimoto sat down in the back row, in the corner next to the window, Kenichi practically crashed into the seat right in front of him. Second row from the back, the column closest to the window--a seat that would have one person behind it, several people in front of it, and people to one side. A seat that would have a view of the school grounds and the sky, perfect for daydreaming. A seat marked by legend.

"THE MAIN CHARACTER SEAT IS MINE!" Kenichi crowed triumphantly, though his voice was slightly nasal thanks to the numbness in his nose. He turned in the chair to grin at Sen. "Yo, I'm Yoshida Kenichi!" Then, with a wrinkling of his nose, he got a little more serious. "Sorry dude, but do you mind if I ask about uh...whatever it is your Quirk puts out? See, my Quirk makes my respa...my restive...my respiratory, yeah that's the word, my respiratory system is sensitive. I got a whiff of that stuff off you, and I just wanna be sure it ain't gonna kill me or--hold up--"

It was a good thing the windows did open up from the inside, as Kenichi now flung one open just in time to put his head out into the open air and sneeze.

"AUUGH-CHOOO!"

It was like one of those air-cannon toys for kids, except multiplied enough to knock someone off their feet. If he hadn't released it outside--where it had blasted some leaves off a tree branch--it might have made a real mess. But now whatever it was in his system had been expelled, and Kenichi rubbed the bridge of his nose for a minute until he had feeling in it again.

"Uh, sorry bout that." he said, not just to Sen but just kind of in-general.

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K E N I C H I

Komei - Left Wing

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Like some of the others, Kenichi considered this one of the most--possibly the most--important days of his life. A model student he was not, but a slacker even less so; he hadn't just gotten up early to get to the school, he had been up since 5 AM that morning just like he had ever since he had decided to seriously pursue Heroics. Every day he did fifty pushups, situps, squats, and jumping jacks. After that, a two mile run with one of those breathing masks. Shower, breakfast, dressed, out the door, on the train. He'd been here since 7:30 this morning, tapping one foot and trying to keep his breathing shallow so he wouldn't ruffle anyone around him.

The crowd got more desperate as the clock ticked on, and when the doors finally opened it was like a flood breaking through a dam. Kenichi pushed his way through like everyone else, but given that he was probably one of the shortest ones there--at least among the boys--he had to struggle to keep from getting pushed around himself. He could have used his Quirk, he supposed, but that would be a bit much; he didn't want to start anything or hurt someone on the first day, no matter how peeved he was at the moment...right?

The front doors were blocked. The crowd surged this way and that, and a vein pulsed in Kenichi's forehead as he struggled to get himself out of the throng without bowling anyone over. This was Hero school, he couldn't keep the same delinquent attitude he'd had at his last school, right--?

He wasn't even sure where he was now, because there were so many goddamned people and they wouldn't stop friggin' pushing--

"ALRIGHT ALREADY!"

He sucked a sharp breath in through his nose, and several students around the smaller boy felt as if their clothes and hair were being pulled towards him. Belying his size, he roughed his way through the crowd like they were ragdolls, forcing his way to the front.

They were at the left-wing entrance of Komei Academy.

The rookie Assistant Teacher Isshin stood in the middle of the hallway, adjusting his glasses and smiling like some kind of villain. He faced the student's direction as they were making their way towards him and briefly glanced at his watch.

"Oh my, Look at the time. It is 8:20, you kids better rush to class before you are marked absent. Chop Chop!" He clapped his hands twice. " Komei Academy has implemented a new zero tolerance policy on absences. Let's see, if I recall correctly... anyone who is marked absent will be expelled from the Academy! Better hurry!"

He moved aside, revealing that almost a dozen more of himself had gathered to block their way. Kenichi's eyes narrowed. They'd already done the entrance exam; a practical, a written test, student interviews...What was this bullcrap!?

"Alright teach--just don't blame me if you get hurt." The short, younger boy growled. He crouched closer to the floor, a runner's three point stance...except, somehow, it seemed more accurate to call it a wild beast poised for the hunt.

Kenichi opened his mouth and breathed in deeply.

With a sound like a jet engine, a vacuum began to draw air in from all around him. Loose clothing, hair, even the cards on the table way down at the end of the hallway began to flutter. Some students covered their ears with a wince as the sudden drop in pressure caused their eardrums to pop. Kenichi drew it all down into his lungs, more than even a scuba diver's tank could hold. He closed his mouth...then grinned, wide enough to show off his canines.

A duplication Quirk...but it doesn't matter how many of him there are if his physical abilities aren't enhanced at all!

His skin flushed all over his body, especially along his forearms and neck where the veins could be seen pulsing bright red. A single bead of sweat broke out on his forehead.

"JET...HUNTING!"

It started as a dash, a straight run, but all the clones were right there in front of him. Even if he were stronger than they were, he was lighter than even one of them, and all they'd have to do would be to make themselves a wall--Then he suddenly shot up, hitting the ceiling just before the lights. Like a pinball he bounced off that, hit the tile again to duck under the extended paint roller, then up along the section of wall that wasn't being painted to get around the ladder under the lights. Back to the ceiling over the napper, then down like a lightning bolt on the top of the card table--then, straight as a gunshot, the cards still flipping through the air around him, he was through the door and into the hallways beyond. It was roughly a hundred meters, and it had taken Kenichi all of about three seconds.

"Ha!" he yelled as he stood upright, bouncing on the balls of his feet to bleed off the extra momentum. He waved at Isshin-sensei with a smirk. "Got that idea from an old Gran Torino vid!" He took off at a run--this time only slightly faster than an average human--and soon reached his classroom. As he entered--slamming the door open perhaps a bit too loudly, his eyes had that "hell yeah" look, and he proudly exhaled through his nose...although it had enough force behind it to cause his clothes and hair to ruffle like some kind of dramatic movie.