My Superhero Academy

After Rosalinda reached Godzilla's lefty hip, which didn't take long because of how stubby its legs were, she threw a chain with a hook at the end at one of its spikes. Once the hook was secured on the massive spike, she quickly retracted the chain, propelling herself upwards. Once she reached the spike, she repeated the process until she reached the top spike.

Where there's life, there's hope.

Training hall?

Ever was taken by surprise when the thugs vanished, even more so surprised by the giant lizard. Ah, so that's why there were so few thugs. She looked over at her newly minted plants. The nettle would be almost useless again't it, but the snap traps were already far beyond the size they should have been naturally. She sized up a few of the larger heads and did the same to the lizard. Well, the traps weren't big enough to eat a 50 foot monster, but they were certainly big enough to do some damage to it.

Half to herself and half to the monster she quietly claimed, "Shame for you, I've seen scarier." As if on cue, the largest snap trap heads rushed towards the creature, like some sort of leafy hydra. Each head searched for a place to get purchase before chomping down on the fiend, their lance-like "teeth" sinking deep.

Ever looked toward the show off, "Hey, champion!" she flicked a castor bean into the ground and indicated the sprout that had already begun to grow, "Those fly traps won't do much, but this certainly will. The bush will be fully grown soon. Do you think you can throw it into that thing's mouth?"

edited 20th Feb '18 8:27:31 AM by TopGof

Argue everything you can argue. Doubt everything you believe. Ask every question you have. Argue, doubt and ask. Through this we learn.

Training Room - Earlier

Victoria stared with dull eyes at the things charging at the group, moving her hand in front of her mouth as she yawned. As one of the thugs took a swing at her mid-yawn, she casually leaned to the side and out of the way. Her free hand swung out towards his stomach, a shockwave bullet quietly firing off mere inches before her fist came into contact with its gut. The blast sent the hologram flying back a shirt distance, Victoria taking the opportunity to stretch.

Well, there's my token effort...

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Training Hall - Present

The thugs had vanished, only to be replaced by freaking Godzilla. This elicited a reaction out of Victoria, her eyes opening a bit wider from their usual half-closed state.

"That's...Godzilla. I'm going up against Godzilla. Awesome."

Her stretching complete, Victoria looked around, and Champion was offering to give a little boost to anyone who wanted to do some real damage.

"Yo, sign me up for a one way ticket to Godzilla's chin."

Her heart was beating slightly faster. A bit more effort to take on freaking Godzilla was effort worth spending.

Training Room - Lucy Livingston (Past)

Lucy's head snapped around as Mikael's tranq struck the thug that was sneaking up on her, and she gave him a grateful nod, picking up her whip and waiting for another opportunity. Seemed like everyone else had it handled for now, though.

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Training I BLOODY KNEW IT WAS GONNA ESCALATE Room (Present) - Lucy Livingston

Lucy stared agape as Godzilla himself appeared in the room (she wasn't sure if she signed up to this), craning her neck up to catch a glimpse of its disproportionate head. Shaking her head out of her stupor, she forced herself to swallow a gulp and stop shaking, pointing her hand behind her to where her bag was and pulling the ink inside to her, dragging the bag along with it.

Keeping her eyes on the nuclear lizard, she felt the bag collide with her palm and she quickly unzipped it, a few cartons of ink floating out of it. She grabbed them, unscrewing the lids quickly, the ink flowing out into a congealed sphere like earlier.

Taking a deep breath, she concentrated in splitting off into several paths. One path of ink split off further into two and built up an astonishing amount of speed as it flew up and impacted against the Kaiju's massive eyes, attempting to soak in to further blind it. The other path snaked towards Godzilla's thick tree trunks of legs, wrapping around them and hardening into a semi-solid state in order to try and halt their movements.

Any semblance of hesitance and anxiety was gone from her now, and she didn't want this rush to end, but she still didn't trust herself to be able to speak from the combination of both the adrenaline and her already bad stutter.

So she didn't. There was only action.

edited 20th Feb '18 1:38:25 PM by Enirboreh

bork

Finally, I'm here.

Rosalinda was standing at the top of Godzilla's head, holding onto balance by stabbing a spear on its skin. With her right arm holding the spear, she used her left arm to whip a chain around Godzilla's neck. After a few tries, she had created a collar for the beast. Rosalinda concentrated on shrinking the collar, tightening it around its throat.

Where there's life, there's hope.

Called it Sam deadpanned on his mind as he tried to avoid the tail coming way too close. Of course they had to deal with a giant monster. He had been told stories about how a routine day of dealing with thugs got derailed into cleaning up an alien invasion or other insane escalations.

Using a pile of snow to jump and get on its tail, Arctic gripped as hard as he could and Godzilla started freezing, starting from the tail and covering feet and going up until the neck was reached.

There was something else, a big block of ice was forming, at least 30 feet by the time it was done.

"Everyone, out of the way!" He shouted as loud as he could. With a swing of his arm, the block went directly to crash against the King of Monsters.

Hopefully, this could do the job.

Wake me up at your own risk.

Armada's Office. Almost dead, but fine.

Alexa did not move even an inch, as a laser was shot near her ear. The girl was more surprised at how she felt numb at her near-death experience. Fortunately for her, there was some shock, but it was subdued compared to her previous reactions. Alexa still retained the smile she always had.

Robot girl certainly did not see pictures of almost naked women coming. She hedeed it no mind.

By the way Aramada spoke, she also seemed to be a cyborg or robot. Automaton found a place to sit nearby. "No, thank you." She replied at the woman's suggestion of oil drinks.

"So, may I ask why am I here?" Alexa asked to the engineer.

Everything that lives is designed to end.

Training Room - Earlier

OK, this was pretty neat. But there was a 1:1 ratio and the dummies were a little underpowered for that; combined with the showboating going on he didn't really need to be proactive. Sure, they were probably being watched and judged but he didn't actually care.

Purple strands pushed out of his arms and knitted themselves into two small shields, each of which sharpened to a point past his hands. He stood ready to deflect any strikes but the others took care of most of that.

Training Room - Now

"Godzilla!"

Are these things the only pop culture you know?

Giant. Lizard.

Caleb sighed and started flying upwards. One of his shields morphed into a whip as it flew towards a Godzilla arm and latched on. It wasn't the best move but hopefully he could restrict the movement a bit.

Training Room

"You know it!" Champion shouted confidently to Ever at his request that he throw the bush in Godzilla's mouth. First things first though. He ran to Victoria who requested a lift and he tossed her up to the monster's head before running over to the plant and hurling it at the thing's mouth, using his football skills to ensure he wouldn't hit Victoria. He would upstage Matten yet.

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Oliver was going to fire his sword at Godzilla, though, with all the acrobatics going on, he was afraid he was going to hit someone who wasn't a giant lizard, so he converted the laser energy into a deflection field around him and Mikael, though he wasn't sure they needed it.

He looked over to the hunter and attempted to make conversation.
"So... crossbows."

The man who sleeps with a machete is a fool every night but one.

Victor mentally patted himself on the back as he slunk deeper into the basement of the academy. Sure, it had meant missing the first day of class, but he'd decided that today was the most plausible day to pull the 'got lost looking for the bathroom' excuse. He was clad in his (partially functional) battle suit, counting on the shiny black material to help him stealth as he searched for any appreciably appropriable apparatuses.

Victor and Battlesuit, mid-sneak

Paranoia - The Most Fun You Can Have With Deadly Lasers!

Probably Still the Training Hall

She smiled as the plant soared into the beasts mouth, she had drastically increased the ricin amount in those castor beans, the rest of the plant as well. No matter if the beast was resistant to it, that concentration would give a nasty result. That reminded Ever of something very important.

She turned back to champion with a slightly sheepish look. "You're probably fine, but, ah, you may want to wash your hands before eating... Or touching your face... Again you're probably fine."

Ever rushed off before he had the chance to say anything, intentionally ending the conversation so as to avoid having to answer any awkward questions. She looked around for anyone in need of some help. Her first thought went to Lucy, the girl was so nervous that Ever thought she might have frozen up, but when she looked over Lucy seemed to be holding her own. She did see someone else who could use some. The kid with the crossbows, Mikael, and the tall one, Oliver, were sitting back from the fight in some kind of energy field. While she didn't know what the tall boys powers were, there was one obvious way she could help the other. She had the trap with the longest stalk head as close as possible to the duo and snap it's jaws shut.

Ever gestured to the Mikael boy, "Climb up! Tell it where you want to shoot your crossbows! It can give you a better vantage point!"

Argue everything you can argue. Doubt everything you believe. Ask every question you have. Argue, doubt and ask. Through this we learn.

edited 20th Feb '18 12:25:43 PM by RAlexa21th

Where there's life, there's hope.

Training Room

"Well," Mikael stopped firing a moment to address Oliver. "I am a hunter, after all, and they are a hunter's weapon. The other option I considered was a rifle, but heroes do not use lethal force, as a rule." He shrugged.

Then the plant girl grew a venus flytrap monstrosity. To give him a vantage point? An interesting, but not unappreciated use of her powers. Pulling himself up onto the plant, and gesturing for Oliver to follow if he wished, Mikael gestured with a crossbow for the plant to go up.

"Upward, so I main aim towards the eyes of the beast!" He called, and resumed firing, this time shooting to blind the monster.

What is so amusing about this? Why do you take lives? How can you forget?

Training Room

Victoria sneakily pushed off of Champion's toss with a subtle blast, shooting towards Godzilla's chin. She cocked her right hand back, a gleam in her eyes.

"I've always wanted to do this!"

She swung her prepared fist in an uppercut. As it touched Godzilla's chin, she let out a war cry, the image of countless hours of button mashing and memories of sore fingers coming back.

"SHO-"

With a powerful blast, she finished the uppercut, pushing Godzilla's head up and backwards as her whole body followed through the motion, unstoppable.

"-RYUKEN!"

As she slowed down and gravity started pulling her down, she landed on the beast's head, clinging on as it moved.

Training Room

After a short period, Rebecca had finally produced enough sludge for her master plan. Commanding a truly massive amount of the stuff, she attempted to bury Godzilla to his knees in in the sticky, rancid substance.

If this worked, it would hopefully buffer the existing restraints enough that the kaiju would be completely immobilized.

The impact of Dreamgirl shook Godzilla's head. Rosalinda's spear fell away from the head, causing her to fall. Rosalinda extended another "branch" from the chain around Godzilla's head and grabbed its end. She slowed down her descend by grinding her boots against the neck. Eventually, she was able to hang on to one of the monster's spikes.

"WHAT THE HELL, DREAMGIRL?"

edited 20th Feb '18 3:33:23 PM by RAlexa21th

Where there's life, there's hope.

Matten found herself only half-satisfied by the goopy lumps of tainted flesh dropping down the thing's throat. For a moment, she thought the thing had been sputtering in pain and breathlessness, but the inside was not spasming. Just constricting. Vicky go for a headlock? Or Green Thumb go for an ivy noose? Both of those seemed unlikely though.

The inside did get pleasantly cooler though. The thing dead already? It roared some more. Nope. And still eating. Bushel with an obnoxious number of beans began to bounce off her. At least, Matten assumed it was bushel. Ice would be harder. Snow and sludge softer and not feel leefy. And Gently probably would have stepped in before it got to the point of the flesh and bones of one of the others tumbling down here. Unappreciative, Matten nonetheless made an attempt to shrink into the side of the throat and let some pass, lest proximity to her keep spoiling them. The throat didn't leave much room though.

Of course with that little act of charity... POW!. Matten was in perfect position to feel the after shock from something hitting the lizard king. The thing's throat suddenly constricted again and Matten bounced around, losing some value on the z axis, before hooking onto some throat flesh. She doubled over in laughter and fell a bit more. I must address that.

Matten was no bench-presser but constricted throat plus clear strain meant thin target, and she hesitated none before pressing her arm through a straining bit of throat—and some ice. That answers that. If Gently asks, this is an Impromptu Tracheotomy.

There was finally air on her fingers outside. Hm. I left a trail of noxious stuff and ruined throat down to its lungs. Green gave it some roughage. Sammi chilled it at least around the neck. And someone is doing the equivalent of lobbing high caliber non-explosive shells at its head.

Matten gave a little wave at she didn't really know what, before withdrawing her hand and moving about so that she could use her mirror. Too much and too much unknown happening to stick out her head. She did hear a brief "What the hell, Dreamgirl."

edited 20th Feb '18 3:31:07 PM by CenturyEye

Look with century eyes... With our backs to the arch And the wreck of our kind We will stare straight ahead For the rest of our lives

Training Room: In Which the Narrator Attempts to Figure Out What the Hell is Going On

By this point, Mr.Godzilla had been sunk in sewage, burned from the inside, frozen on the outside, and struck on multiple points on his body. If this had been Training Level 2, this would have been the point where the monster would be possessed by a nanite virus and transformed into Mecha Godzilla, but seeing as Interceptor was not a total fuckwad, he decided to have some mercy. As far as the students were concerned, the monster had been bested, and fell to the ground with one thundering thud before fading into nothingness.

The room shifted and warped around them once more, returning to its original state. As if on cue, Interceptor turned off his cloaking field and came out of hiding, none the worse for wear. "Good work. A bit sloppy here and there, but far from the worst I've seen. Though I suppose I'm not really the one who should be saying this."

Just then, a loud, slow series of claps could be heard from the other end of the room opposite the entrance. A tall figure with the muscles of a bear walked forward. He was dressed in a white business suit without a single tear or wrinkle, and a golden 'S' was embroidered on his lapel. His smile was broad and gleaming, and despite his size, one look at him was all you needed to know that this was someone you could trust. There was no mistaking it.

"Class," said Interceptor, "say hello to the Saint."

"Now, now, Dirk" said the Saint, "no need to be so formal. This is our students' first day. And I must say, you've all done an exceptional job! Bravo! I saw it all from that window near the top! Didn't see it, did you? To be honest, I was against it, but Dirk always insists on having his little secrets! He's adorable!"

For the most part, Interceptor seemed completely unfazed by the Saint's gentle ribbing, the only indicators saying otherwise being his eyes. They were slowly but surely beginning to glow red hot, as though this was the one thing that got through that gruff interior. "Are. You. Done?"

"Ah, yes, I suppose so. Besides, this isn't about us." He turned to the students. "As I was saying, that was a heck of a show! I should have brought popcorn! Seriously though. You were all wonderful. That said, if this had been a real battle, things would have been rather different. Anyone care to guess why?"

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Armada's Office

"Glad you asked," said Armada. "I called you for over for a few things. Three if we're gonna be specific. Let's start with the first one." Armada briefly averted her gaze from Omega before taking a deep breath, or at least stimulating the motion. Actually taking a breath was something that she was unfortunately quite unable to do. "Look. I know it might not mean much to you, that it might not really change anything, but I am sorry for what happened to you. And I wish there was something I could've done. Cuz I know what it's like to go through that kind of hell."

She grabbed a can of premium oil sitting atop her desk and took a swig. Almost as if she needed it. "Do you know how I got this way? Back in the 40's, I was trying to make myself my own special little girlfriend. I was a guy back then, FYI. Anyway, I was so desperate to have somebody to love that I made one. Kinda pathetic, huh? Sad too, I guess. But not as sad as what happened next. All of a sudden, a bunch of thugs broke in and tried to take her for themselves. I tried to stop them. And got shut right in the gut."

She took another swig. "It was pretty painful. Near bleedin' to death like that. Maybe not as much as having your whole body destroyed, but still. In any case, that should've been it for me. End of the line. But it wasn't. I don't know if it was out of uncanny foresight or deepseated wish fufillment, but I installed in my girl an emergency transfer device, to put someone else's brainwaves into hers. Turns out it came in handy. My brain or at least the essence of it got put in her robot body. Stuck inside a computer chip. And I'd officially joined the sisterhood."

"I managed to beat off the thugs, but the damage had been done. Even if there was a way to reverse the process, my old body was already dead on the floor. There was nothing to be done. I was stuck like this. Forever. Eventually, I came to terms with it. Though it took me a long time. Even after becoming a Superhero and helping found the Protectors, it was still years before I thought that this was me. Like I said, I got over it. Now, I can't think of myself as anything but. Both as a 'bot and the other white meat. Even made myself some new bodies, all Gender F."

She lifted back the can and tried to take in just a little bit more, but much to her dismay, it had run dry. "Dang, these are cheap. Anyway, my point is, I know what it's like to have your whole world turn completely topsy-turvey. And I know it can take a while to get used to it. To adjust. So I guess what I'm saying is, you don't gotta be alone. If you ever need someone to talk to or if you're ever having any problems, just stop on by. I'll always be here to help. If you want it. You can count on that."

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Academy Basement — Wait How Did He Ever Get Down There

Victor continued to prowl the basement, doing his best to find something of note. Not that he could see much of it. Much of the basement was still shrouded in darkness, as though everyone else was still busy elsewhere. That said, he could see a faint yellow light coming from behind a wooden door. He couldn't quite make out what was going on in there, but one thing was for sure: It had to be something diabolical. Or at least that was the theory.

Doctor Who — Long Way Around: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13536044/1/Doctor-Who-Long-Way-Around

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

The giant monster that Rosalinda was holding on vanished, causing her to keep falling and falling. I really should have climbed down five minutes ago.

edited 20th Feb '18 6:39:49 PM by RAlexa21th

Where there's life, there's hope.

Training Room

Thankfully, Interceptor had keen foresight and had arranged for a mattress to appear to break Rosalinda's fall. After all, he didn't want a dead student on his hands, did he?

Doctor Who — Long Way Around: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13536044/1/Doctor-Who-Long-Way-Around

PMMMFFFFF!!!!

Rosalinda slammed into the mattress and bounced back one meter and then landed on the mattress again. Dazed from the landing, she climbed out of the mattress and walked like a drunk woman. Nevertheless, she was conscious enough to deactivate the ReliKON.

She shook her head to clear her mind and rendezvoused with the rest of the class.

edited 20th Feb '18 6:25:29 PM by RAlexa21th

Where there's life, there's hope.

Training Room - Lucy Livingston

Panting in relief, Lucy dropped her mental connection to her ink, sinking down to the floor in exhaustion. However, she bolted back onto her feet as she saw several of her fellow students falling from where the false Godzilla had vanished, reconnecting herself to her ink and forming it into a stretchy cushion underneath where Vicky was. Making to do the same for Rosa, she halted as she saw that she had already safely landed on a mattress.

She would have caught Matten as well, but she was distracted by the legendary Saint himself clapping for them.

Suddenly feeling very light-headed, face glowing self-consciously, she timidly commanded the ink to recede from the battlefield (the makeshift pillow should have caught Vicky by now) and return it to her bag. All the while she faced the Saint respectively, head down low as she focused on playing with her hands due to being too timid to look him in the eyes.

"W-What is i-it, Mr. S-Saint sir?" she asked quietly in response to his question, feeling too overwhelmed to formulate a detailed observation.

edited 20th Feb '18 7:37:24 PM by Enirboreh

bork

Training Room

"We would probably have been working in smaller groups; large-scale battles like that make teamwork unwieldy. And had this been a real battle, our opponents would likely have displayed superhuman abilities of their own." Mikael had slung his crossbows across his back and now crossed his arms as he answered Saint's question. "Additionally, if we did encounter an opponent as large and powerful as Godzilla, they likely wouldn't be so easily defeated. Interceptor was going easy on us. Logical, though it seems a bit condescending."

Hopefully their next training exercise would be done individually, rather than as a patchwork group such as this. While he had no issue with teamwork, Mikael preferred to work alone, just as the way he hunted.

What is so amusing about this? Why do you take lives? How can you forget?

Training Room

O. M. G.

The Saint himself was standing in front of her. The literal, actual Saint, the first and best of the superheroes. Was here. In person. Rebecca had been dreaming of this day for years.

How did she look? Should she have cleaned herself up first? No. No, she had made her decision. She was embracing her powers and everything that came with them. With the resolve of a true fan, Rebecca pushed her way to the front of the crowd.

“Mr. Saint, sir?! I’m your biggest fan! Could I get an autograph?!”

Frantically searching for something he could sign, Rebecca eventually held out her glove to him.