My Superhero Academy: Crisis of Infinite Reboots

Class 1 Homeroom

"Alright," said Kilgore, "let's do this one at a time, alright?" He turned to Perry. "Don't worry. Lunch is at 12:00. We'll be done well before that."

Next up was Ash. "Listening to rock is fine. Setting the bad guys on fire is also fine as long as you don't give them any severe burns. Just try to keep it on a low setting if you can, alright?"

Next, Dawn. "Dawn, right? Look, I know where you're coming from, I really do. But one of the things you've got to learn about being a hero is holding back is part of the job. Obviously there's exceptions for everything. Sometimes you don't have much of a choice to but to go all out. But that's the exception. You can thrash around the bad guys as much as you want, but unless it's an emergency, no lethal force. Alright?"

Last but not least was Karl. "No it would not," said Kilgore. "You try that and it's detention."

With that, Kilgore clasped his hands together as the Q&A came to an end. "Right! I think that covers it. Next up is the Training Room. Should be right down the hall. Anyone's got anything they want to add, they can do it on the way." He walked toward the door, motioning for everyone to follow. "Right. Let's go everyone! You ain't seen nothin' yet."

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Training Room

Eventually Kilgore and Class 1 arrived at a large metallic door, the words ‘TRAINING ROOM' placed above it clear as day. The door slid wide open as the class walked towards it, revealing the room beyond. It was a vast empty wasteland that stretched as far as the eye could see, made up of nothing but large green tiles filled with wires and circuity. "Right. Come on, everyone." He walked into the room, expecting everyone to follow.

Standing off to the side was a tall, wiry man dressed in a pitch black costume with orange highlights. His face was worn, though not by the passing of the years. His messy back hair was as dark as his suit, and his tired black eyes were like an empty void where all hope and joy went to die. Suffice to say, this did not seem like a very nice person. He held up his wrist, looking at a watch strapped around it. "You're late."

"Hey," said Kilgore, "what can I say? It's the first day. It always takes a bit longer to get things going, you know?"

"If you say so. All I know is that you were supposed to be here five minutes ago, and I don't have all day."

"Hey, lighten up, will ya? No wonder everyone says you're no fun."

"Why do you think I'm taking therapy?" He turned to face the class, his eyes briefly glowing a bright orange-red as if to signal a shift in the paradigm. "You must be the new Class 1. A pleasure to meet you." He glanced at Matten and some of the others. "Although I think some of us have already met. I'm Interceptor. Chief of Security, though I also teach the Combat course. And that's all you need to know.

"Anyway," he said, "as you should have guessed from the sign, this is the Training Room in all its glory. As for what it does, I guess the best way is to show you." He walked over near the door, holding his hand over a small control panel filled with knobs and buttons. He pressed the buttons and fiddled with the knobs before it emitted a shrill and short beep.

Suddenly the entire room began to glow, everything around it changing and shifting and growing. Before they knew it, the Training Room was no more. In its place was a sea of fire, the flames jumping out of the inferno that birthed them like flamethrowers. And yet, none of the students were hurt at all. Instead they were looking over part of the fire like standing atop glass, with the portion of flames jumping out and lashing at one another far enough away so as to not matter in the least.

"In case you haven't guessed," he said, "this isn't any ordinary training room. It uses hard light to conjure up anything you can think of. Kind of like those holographic simulators they've started churning out. Which makes it perfect for training and simulations. Anyway, we're going to be using this to test your abilities. See what each and every one of you can do. As well as how you handle yourselves when the chips down. Unless anyone has any questions, then we can get started."

Edited by kkhohoho on Nov 24th 2018 at 10:51:56 AM

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Hong Jian raised her hands. "Mr. Kilgore, does this room has any prevention measure to avoid injuries?"

Where there's life, there's hope.

Training Room

Before Kilgore could speak, Interceptor answered Hong's question instead. "If you're worred about getting seriously hurt, don't. You aren't at any risk of being killed or maimed here. And if for whatever reason you are, the simulation will stop before it gets there. That said, there wouldn't be much point to testing you if there wasn't any sense of danger or tension. Because of that, you can get stunned or take light injuries, though it's nothing you'll need to take a trip to the nurse for."

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

Class 1 Homeroom

Ash snorted at Karl's question to the teacher, half in disbelief and half in amusement. Disbelief being due to the 'stab with a letter-opener' part. Amusement because he actually sounded like he had the balls to do it.

Respect +1. Lucky guy, she thought to herself. Though it wasn't as if she'd ever see him do it. At least, if he cared enough about detention not to.

This was going to be a fun year.

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Training Room

Interceptor received Ash's usual impassive stare and a cross of the arms—though the pyrokinetic seemed a lot more interested in the training room itself. Still, she studied him as much as she could be bothered to nonetheless. Not that there was a lot to comment on. Tired and world-weary, cynical and perhaps paranoid. Usual crap, really. Probably a soldier or something in his past life.

The simulation being turned on soon caught her interest, however. Actual hard-light. Her dad wasn't kidding.

“Sick,” she commented, kneeling down so as to get a closer look at the intense blaze. “Pretty good graphics. Could probably up the polygon count, considering I don't hear the software screaming in agony. Unless you just muffle it.”

With a thoughtful hum, she got back up onto her feet again, taking her gum out of her mouth and moving to place it on Karl again—only to wisely decide against it and sticking it instead behind her ear, before placing her headphones back into position and idly flicking through songs as she spoke.

“Only one question. Mind if I take a look at how this works after we get our asses kick– er, kick ass? It's #$&%ing ace, seriously. But it has a couple of... rough patches, y'know? Needs a flare. I mean, if you have a holodeck you might as well make it stylish as #$&%, right?”

bork

Training Room

"Students are allowed to use the training room when it's not being used for training sessions," said Interceptor to Ash, "but only after they're given proper clearance. That's one of the new rules for this school year. You want to get clearance, you'll have to ask for a form and get a teacher to sign it. Otherwise it's detention."

Edited by kkhohoho on Nov 24th 2018 at 10:48:30 AM

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Ryuu raised a hand, with an anxious grin.

"How complex are the scenarios we can make with it?"

Wake me up at your own risk.

Training Room

"Anything you can think of," said Interceptor. "Zombie apocalypse? You've got it. Horde of krypto goblins from the 5th dimension? Not a problem. Or you could just set everything on fire. That works too."

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Dante – Training Room

As the class went to the Training Room, they met this no-nonsense guy known at the Interceptor.

   FANTASTICO!!   , he shouted excitedly when the room suddenly transformed into what looks like Hell,   It's wonderful how technology is always innovating and evolving!   , he said, smiling.    But now...I'm ready to test the extent of these masks' powers!   , he said calmly, slowly descending his hands into his mask belt, making a dramatic pose.

You might know everything I'm going to do...but that's not going to help you, since I KNOW EVERYTHING YOU'RE GOING TO DO! STRANGE, ISN'T IT?

Iona and Bellpepper - Training Room

Bellpepper let out a low whistle as the rundown about the Training Room was given.

"Wow, you really know how to pick 'em, Io. State o' the art place they got here."

"Yes. Hopefully you'll actually put some work in instead of lazing around."

The smirk that followed from the mage was met with a light peck on the side of the head.

"Hey, what do you expect a lil old bird like me to do in the situations you get yerself into? Peck the bad guys into submission?"

"Preferably. It would be some effort at least. You'd make for a good distraction."

This earned another annoyed peck and a chuckle from both of them. With that little exchange done, Iona raised her hand.

"So low intensity flames are acceptable. What about cuts and shocks?"

Perry paid attention to the things the two adults said, and at the end of it all, added her own commentary.

"No friend here right now died by fire, so we not afraid! I use Lucky, fire opposite of water, so Lucky not scared!"

Lucky purred in apparent agreement, and phased into Perry's body. Perry gained a pair of shadowy cat ears and a long, sinuous tail. Shadowy claws sprouted from her knuckles which retreated with a flick of her wrists.

"I is ready! Rollo can lead way; Pip and I follow!"

I wear the skin of the Elder Things, having come unto my own.

Class One Homeroom -> Training Room

Mahvash gave Dawn a steady look and a small smile during her introduction. And that's a fine example of a devoted cleric, but I won't just live vicariously through others. Dante's reaction just made her note that he probably wanted Laurie's card.

The daeva did not take long and passed Dante Laurie's card as the class was leaving. "She does the touchy-feely stuff, and I'll lead you to her room if you need. I wouldn't know by experience, but she's patient and understanding with you lot I think."

"So," Mahvash appeared before Iris, offering an arm. "Its game time, and you'll like this next part. You may show off."

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Speaking of showing off... Mahvash found the room display a tad excessive and stayed focused in readiness. The teacher's reassurances were only words.

"Interceptor!" She gave him a wave and a small curtsy. "Charmed to find you again. Please allow me to offer you aid, if you need it and when you want it."

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

"Again," said Kilgore to Iona, "long as it's not lethal, it's okay. Just don't maim anyone or cut out anyone's gizzard."

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I'm prepared! Zach wrote in the air, an excited smile on his face as the ink began to spread around his hands, creating an interconnecting grid-lock like pattern that floated a good few inches off of his skin entirely, creating what appeared to be large, razor sharp claws of some kind, made entirely out of ink.

Is it selfish that I'm happy as we pass the setting sun?

Training Room — Robot Apocalypse 20XX

"Right. Let's get things started, shall we?" Interceptor walked back over to the control panel and adjusted the controls before finally slamming down the bottom lever. The room began transforming before their very eyes, shifting and turning until it settled on the spitting image of a broken and desolated city. Roads and walkways had been torn apart. Totaled hovercars were strewn across the charred earth in bits and pieces. Tall buildings and skyscrapers had been laid low, with new and much more mechanical constructions being built in their place. If the apocalypse ever happened in their lifetimes, it would probably look something like this. Either that or a radioactive wasteland with giant cockroaches.

Before them was a large tunnel. At first it didn't seem like there was anything special about it. It was old and worn, ready to fall apart at any moment. Not unlike nearly everything else in the vicinity. However, if one listened closely, they could something in the distance. Something was steadily growing closer, ever closer. And the closer it got, the easier it was to make it out. Someone was screaming. A lot of someones. And it wasn't long before everyone could see just who they were.

A throng of humans, demons, werewolves, and all sorts of other species wearing nothing but rags were screaming at the top of their lungs, barely noticing Class 1 as they scurried out the tunnel like their lives depended on it, as though they were being chased by something or some-one. And their persuers were right on their heels.

Just as the last of the survivors scampered out of the tunnel, so too did the first of their pursurers. They were sleek, tall and wiry agents of death made out of metal, and their limbs were long and lanky. Sharp talons extended from their round hands and feet, and one large red glowing eye like something out of Space Odyssey peered out from within their oval shaped heads. They were crawling on all fours, capable of switching between bipedal and four-legged in the bat of an eye. The whole package made them come across as metallic monstrosities. Artificial abominations that could slit your throat without blinking if given a chance. They barely noticed Class 1, instead choosing to go after the survivors. If left alone, the robots would surely slaughter the entire group before they barely had a chance to breath. So the question was, would Class 1 let them?

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Training Room

Karl was normally not one to show off, however, he had seen many of his classmates do so, and he found himself sorely tempted to show them his own powers. He decided on a more elegant approach than the others for this.

He snapped his fingers, summoning a small, dim crimson flame on the tip of his thumb. He transferred it to his index finger, a small waft of hot-iron-scented smoke rising as he did so, and raised it up to face level, a few inches away from his mouth. He gently blew on it, at the same time summoning more flames so that it increased in size. When he had a ball of fire about the size of a tennis ball, he flicked it a few inches into the air before catching it in the open palm of his hand.

He looked over at Ash. "Are you ready?" he asked, with an extremely subtle hint of anticipation in his voice, although his face remained blank as ever.

Edited by SomethingRandom113 on Nov 24th 2018 at 12:14:02 PM

Umm... so, I was here, I guess. If I wasn't, someone hacked my account. So, yeah.

Hong Jian looked at Kilgore and Interceptor.

"Sirs, are we authorized to kill them?" She pointed at the robots.

Where there's life, there's hope.

Perry cocked her head at the metal things curiously.

"Eh? So no fire, instead robots? Not good like Clicky Lady. Need strong, so Rollo!"

Lucky jumped out of Perry and swapped with Rollo. Perry took on dog-like traits and her teeth visibly changed and grew longer.

"AWOOOOOOOOOOO!" Perry howled exuberantly and charged straight into the mass of robots, looking to use her now-prodigious strength to bust a few metal heads.

Edited by JumpingFruit on Nov 24th 2018 at 11:40:29 AM

I wear the skin of the Elder Things, having come unto my own.

Training Room

"Yup," said Interceptor. "Even if they were real, they still wouldn't be self-aware. So you're not actually killing anyone. Every single one of those robots is fair game."

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Dante – Training Room Simulation

   Okay it's Fatuo time!!!!   , Dante announced as he put the Fatuo Mask on his face and suddenly, his body went on fire, except his face, that was covered by the mask.

   Who wants to burnnnnnnnnn!!!   , he said with an unhumanly deep voice, as he raised his hands, creating small blue flames. He threw them at some of the robots.

Edited by Theyja on Nov 24th 2018 at 8:53:01 PM

You might know everything I'm going to do...but that's not going to help you, since I KNOW EVERYTHING YOU'RE GOING TO DO! STRANGE, ISN'T IT?

Training Room - We Are the Danger

When the last civilian came through, Mikael was at the entrance of the tunnel in an instant, in his towering demonic form, a black-clawed hand already embedded in the first machine's glowing eye as he appeared in a swirl of black.

A twitch of his fingers, and the machine exploded into black flames. Mikael drew his arm back, still grasping the burnt metal, and flung the machine into its fellows.

"You won't take one step past me." He declared.

At the same time, Ellie popped into existence above them, also transformed, her horn crackling with electricity. She flitted about the air at the entrance to the tunnel, shooting bolts of lightning at the machines.

Mikael drew his crossbow from his coat, and started peppering the entrance with explosive bolts, creating a sea of black flames to hold the kill-bots at bay.

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

Training Room

Ash took one look at Karl's fireball, looked back at the army of killer robots, and then scoffed. She didn't say a word in reply. In fact, it seemed a switch in her head had been flipped on—gaze becoming steely as her own flames began to rapidly encircle her in an aura of heat and steadily lift her off of the ground.

Unknown number of targets. Metallic construction—difficult to melt. Potential civilians; watch line of fire. Allow space for allies. Don't #$&% it up, were all observations that ran through Ash's mind as she raised a good ten-to-fifteen feet above Class 1. Tracking the pursuing mechanoids with her eyes, she let fire flow around her arms; cupping her hands together and concentrating.

“One-Fell Swoop (AKA Seriously #$&% You Up Manoeuvre 15): Tracking Comets,” she muttered, before splaying her fingers.

There was a bright flash and then a low rumble as a basketball-sized ball of flame burst out from her palms, rocketing towards the mass of machines at a steady rate. However, seconds before it impacted, it suddenly split apart with an accompanying explosion—except instead of simply dissipating, the fraying licks of flame congealed together into around a dozen smaller fireballs that proceeded to chase after several of the robots.

Ash didn't seem winded.

bork

"Roger."

From nowhere, a mask appeared right on Hong Jian's face. Two pairs of blood red swords appeared in her hands. She dashed at the nearest robots, swiftly dodged a hail of lasers, and gave it a slash in the head. There was a nasty scar on the robot, but it still appeared functional.

In a mere second, a set of rotating chain surrounded the edges of her swords. She gave the robot a second slash, and its head came clean off.

A robot approached right behind her, while another aimed its shot at her. Hong Jian made a backflip, landed on the robot behind her, and then kicked it forward. The robot was destroyed by friendly fire.

Edited by RAlexa21th on Nov 24th 2018 at 12:05:46 PM

Where there's life, there's hope.

Zach was shockingly fast for being a mostly melee fighter of the group, who were making use of fire and explosions. With the razor sharp "ink claws" he had floating over his hands, he was cutting through them as quickly as he could, making sure he was constantly moving to make a harder to hit target.

The claws quickly disappeared, however, as he flung one hand forward and wrapped a long ink whip around one of the bots, catching it in the mid section and, with more ink wrapping around his arm, he flung it into another one currently charging him, crushing both of them.

The ink whip then quickly fashioned into a sword in his right hand and with a wordless chuckle, he dashed off to meet another one.

Is it selfish that I'm happy as we pass the setting sun?

Training Room

"Well...hooray for not needing to use the kiddy gloves."

"I think I'll leave robots to you. I'm outta here."

With a pop, Bellpepper vanished into the aether, while Iona casually walked towards the oncoming robots, raising her hand to chest-level.

"Let's see...well, I suppose first things first..."

She stopped some distance behind Mikael.

"You. Demon couple. Keep them away from me, please? Magic like this takes time to cast."

There was a whoosh, the wind kicking up in the area and making loose items flutter gently in the breeze. The space around Iona seemed to glow for a moment, visible blades of wind dancing between her fingers.

"O, heaven-rending bolts of destruction..."

The wind blades flew faster, shifting in tiny streams of electrical sparks, a hum in the air.

"Fair enough" Sam said, as he slipped out of his shoes, shoving them aside in an ice box and as he ran, his body started to change, turning from the human to the werecat once again. With whatever he could, he helped whatever civilian he could if they were lagging behind.

"OK, time to move" He said, as with a raised hand, he sent a cold wave at the robot group, aiming at whatever crack he could find, to make ice grow from there.

Noting all the people shooting fire back then, he decided to keep the distance, unless he wanted to end up in the nurse office... again.

Ryuu, on the other hand, charged headfirst at the robots, as his body started getting covered by scales, as he started swinging at them like a madman. At one point, his fists started being surrounded by his powers, as he connected a swing, letting them caught up on the tornado.

"This is great!" He grinned like an animal.

Wake me up at your own risk.