Alt Academia: To Be a Hero

The Skyscraper – City Streets

From her position, Lucy could barely overhear the conversation from her comrades nearby, but she didn't exactly miss Oscar's attempt at a shoulder tackle. Which wasn't something she assumed would work, but then again she wasn't sure of the minutia of his Quirk. Nor his natural ability. In any case, she let him do what he had to.

That didn't mean she held back completely, though. Several of her already-present ink tendrils diverted their attention away from slashing at unaware robots from behind, and instead focused on restraining the one Oscar was going after. Simply to slow it down; giving him an opportunity to land a hit.

While her external appendages did their job, Lucy briefly lapsed in concentration to check her surroundings, before cautiously beginning to move to another spot. Her dull grey eyes flitted from machine to machine before settling on one; hardening suddenly with determination as she purposefully stained her hoodie with dark ink to further hide her small form in the shadows.

These are pretty heavily armoured. If there's seams, maybe I won't even need to slash at them... if my ink can just seep into their electronics...

By now having dropped her concentration on restraining the unit Oscar was going after, Lucy ducked behind a stray chunk of rubble and proceeded to generate a globule of ink the rough size of a soccer ball in her hands—breathing hitching for a moment as she felt herself grow more weakened and gaunt accordingly. Shaking off the sudden bout of weakness that threatened to overcome her, she steeled her expression and carefully tossed the ball of ink out into the field; mentally arcing it towards one of the robots and aiming to splatter it against its form.

If her theory was right and there were exposed spots, there was a chance it may clog up or even short-circuit its inner electronics. If there weren't, then... well she'd basically have painted a target on her head.

Yay.

Skyscraper-City Streets

Having made her way down with the rest, Momo sets to work, peeling her now sweat drenched sweatshirt off and holding it by the sleeves, clenched in a fist.

“Sa te... let’s see how it likes this, hm?”

She lifts up the sweatshirt...in one ridged piece. “Perfect.”

She thinks a moment. “Oi, Inky, think you can distract it while I get behind it?”

Housing Area:

Seeing just how much damage her Quirk has done to these tin cans, Sherry yelled of joy. Although, a part of her was disappointed at how weak targets proved themselves to be. "Too weak!" Sherry yelled with a joy that was a bit unfitting of her words and intentions, which was a result of happiness taking over everything of her. "They're too weak!" She laughed, before stopping, realizing she's sounding like a psycho villain murdering powerless people.

"That felt powerful, Kyle!" she complimented him. Then, the girl heard a blond boy exclaim about the special robot among the swarm of them.

'Hm, why wouldn't it defend themselves? That... must be a trap, maybe... a bomb!'

"Guys! Don't you think that even weaker tin can may be a trap of some sort? A bomb, maybe?" she spat out her thoughts. She was teeming with anticipation regarding what would happen if she'd destroy that one. 'Should I try it... or not?'

Sherry, shooting a wave of sound towards the swarm again with her guitar, noticed the one who cursed sitting. 'But that can come a bit later.'

"Hey, no time for nothings! Let's fight together!" the girl extended her arm of help.

Kyle grinned at the first fall, as he tossed out his top, as his arms bulked up, trying to knock away any other machine nearby.

"This just started!" He yelled. No matter what, he had to stay alert.

"A bit easy,isn't it?" He noted, as he continued, giving a thumbs up to rocker girl.

Well, this better work His legs and arms shifted, as only his head and torso looked human anymore.

"Something I always wanted to try" He said, taking a step forward, cracking the ground, he flung the pieces up with his claws. Punching them the way of any machine on his sight, he smiled, focusing on the more distinctive one.

Edited by Blueace on Jul 23rd 2019 at 3:26:26 PM

Quarry

All Malachi got for his rude reaction was a very intense glare from Claus. That kid felt scandalized for seeing a shirtless boy? How the heck did he think Claus felt? This was yet another reason he didn't want to be a hero, the fact that proper usage of his quirk meant he wouldn't be able to keep himself covered up completely. One thing was certain, he wouldn't give that brat any help if he needed it.

Still, this was no time to get caught up in his own petty annoyance! Even in his elevated position, Claus wasn't safe from the robots. One of the drill machines burst out directly under him, flying up towards him. Rapidly backstepping in the air, wincing slightly at the pressure his feet applied to the arms he was standing on, he dodged the attack.

The drills seemingly had no way to adjust their velocity while in the air, so he stayed close and, when it reached the top of its arc, he started testing his hitboxes a bit. He tried placing the hitbox of body fat and assorted soft tissues inside the robot's frame. He couldn't place them in the same space as a solid object, but by trying a bunch of spots inside of it at once he'd be sure to land at least one hitbox inside of it. There had to be at least an eyeball sized amount of space in it somewhere, right?

Hopefully, if he got something in there, the hitbox would act as an anchor to prevent the robot from falling back down to the ground. From there... well, he'd figure it out. Shouldn't be too hard to find a place to attack it once it was still, though.

While robots were generally cool, actually fighting them for their next test was a bit less exciting of a prospect, Bo had been hoping they'd get some training before they were made to fight things and talons and beak didn't seem like a great match for whatever armor the robots might have... Except that they practically crumpled like cans under the other student's initial assault. Were these ones that flimsy, or did they just have really strong quirks?

In any case there wasn't anything to gain from hanging back with the overly fancy boys and their planning session, so Bo jumped off the rooftop and transformed, circling the building in his gryphon form while he tried to pick out a target among the chaos. Apparently one of the robots was "special"? He couldn't imagine a defenseless bot being worth anything pointwise... But if it was a booby-trapped bomb or something, that was different.

Hoping the thing wouldn't be too heavy, Bo turned and dived for the supposedly special bot, attempting to grab it by the "shoulders" and carry it off so he could drop it on another group of robots away from the other students.

Quarry

Malachi jumped a bit when Claus gave him an intense glare. Why must he be so mean?

"See? Giving the fatso some attention made him hate you even more...", Bael gazed at Malachi with an "I told you so" look on his face.

Malachi returned him a flustered glare.    "I-I'm sorry! I never saw someone without a short...besides you and Father...I-It's like, uh..a new discovery for me! Heheh...heh..."   

"...Grow a damn pair, Malachi...", he replied, with a half-lidded stare of annoyance.

After that mental back-and-forth, they both sensed some disturbances in the floor. More drills had come out of the floor.

Malachi internally screamed as he fortunately managed to move out of his former position as a drill suddenly erupted from it. He was a hair away from getting hit from the drill.

He fell on his butt and quickly backed away from the drill. The albino then felt something wrap around his torso. It was long, sticky and purple. It was obviously his Schizo-Toad's tongue.

Bael started to retracting his tongue with great force, pulling Malachi towards him. When the kid was near enough, he let his tongue go of him, making his land on his back.

"Nyehehehe...was that a bumpy ride for you?", Bael snarked as he glared at the two drillbots that were going towards him.

"Now, if you please, hold onto me with all of your strength!", he jovially warned before making a leap that allowed him to dodge the drills. Malachi did as he was ordered to and held onto the monster toad's "horns", with a slight struggle.

Bael landed in spot not that much far away from the drillbot duo.

   "Bael, let me get off your back firstly..."   , he quietly said.

Bael rolled his eyes as he stayed put, letting Mal dismount. The large toad started charging towards the robots, building up some speed and power, before thrusting his arms/front legs towards the drillbots' spherical bodies.

Edited by Theyja on Jul 30th 2019 at 9:43:12 PM

Housing Area

Turning her body to sit on the floor, Eileen would see the blonde kid trembling before her, and sneered slightly. That should teach him not to mess with her thoughts and whatever. Anyway, now that she was not in danger of dying due to questionable ethics, she could just sleep on this part, fall out of the running, and everything will be hunky-dory.

"Oh, that's real informative," she declared back at the blonde kid's statement, moving to lie on her back. "Now, would anyone care to make sense of what he just said? Because I ain't gonna do anything."

Housing Area.

"Less energy to function and unable to defend itself? Maybe because it's all focused on offense rather defense? Or simply because it's power source is lousy? One's an easy target, the other, not so much. If we can perhaps we could detonate it...I mean, I could probably overload it with electricity and use it as a bo..." He was cut off by the giant bird...griffon...person beating him to the punch by trying to pick it up. "...mb. ...A-Ack!"

While the lapse in concentration from Bo's display was...unfortunate, he was at the very least swift enough in bringing his arms up in time to absorb most of the impact as one robot closed in.

And with enough of a charge for him to delivering a swift riposte by pushing the robot with a both hands with all that kinetic energy sending it bowling backwards...and hopefully knock others that were closing in over and give a bit of breathing room, although considering the newcomers attitude towards fighting...

"I must insist that unless your injuries from the landing are that...severe, that you at least try to assist us. I mean, I'm quite capable of defending those who can't right now, but..."

Quarry

Jay thrust their shovel into the air in celebration as the drillbot went up in a shower of sparks. Turning back to Quincy when he got their attention, they let go of the shovel with one hand to sign back emphatically. "We should keep up this method! I dig, you shoot. It's like clay pigeons!"

It would have to wait, however, as one drill had already squirreled out of the ground and was aiming for Jay. The teen couldn't keep up with the conversation around them, everyone moving around too quickly for Jay to read their lips, but that didn't mean that they hadn't been observing. The robots didn't seem to be too durable- rather, it was their number that was the problem. This didn't seem to be a problem that required brute strength so much as quick reflexes.

Thus, when the robot barreled towards Jay, they kept their breathing steady as they sidestepped the drill and then attempted to drive the shovel down into the connective metal between the drill and main body.

The bespectacled boy didn't answer anyone's assumptions on what the mysterious odd robot out could've been. Instead, he was surveying the battlefield, his green lenses flipped back up and out of the way. His arms still shook, but he looked determined. His eyes darted around, and, when Kyle flung his concrete, he suddenly dashed right off the roof. With a bit of parkour finesse, which he only barely managed to accomplish, the boy fumbled his way over the sea of robots by jumping from head to head, until he reached the special 'bot, right as Bo and the concrete did too.

A shower of green confetti burst from the robot as it was felled. The boy quickly swiped his hand through the shiny paper, using one last jump off his robotic perch and onto Bo, clinging to the griffon as tight as he could. In his grasp was a long white ribbon which, if people were paying attention, had the number 10 painted on it.

Other similar burst of confetti popped up further out, around where other groups of kids were fighting.

Oscar's plan worked. His tackle into one of the tall tanks' legs sent the thing careening to the ground... only majorly helped by Lucy's gambit, her ink tendrils snatching one or two others down without notice. The swiss-cheese girl laughed - "Wow, that worked?!" - before she stuck her holey arm out towards the bot and, as one of her fingers vanished into thin air, so did one of the robot's legs, keeping it stuck on its side as it tried and failed to stand back up.

"Great, now—" she began, reaching out with her other hand, before another sound blocked her out. Not the cascade of metal clanking, kids shouting, and missiles exploding. The closer, sharper noise of revving chainsaws. And, just beneath it, someone mimicking them.

"VRRRRRRRUM! VRR, VRR!!" The robot Oscar was fighting was torn to pieces, bright sparks flying over Oscar as its orange shell split in two, then four, then so on. Once the thing was little else but slivers of metal and wires, the source of the 'vrr'ing pumped his fists into the air, the metallic teeth of a chainsaw's blade along his arms. "Ha-haha, you were too slow! Less talk, more VRRRRM!"

His bladed arms whirred as he hummed, and he launched himself straight at Oscar.

Quincy signed back with, "You gotta score," before popping off two more shots over Jay's shoulders, the smoldering chassis of the drillbots laying in the rocks behind them. The third one fared better, at least for Jay, as their shovel swing lopped it into two. Green confetti burst out and fell to the ground, and with it, a white strip showing the number 30.

"What's that?" Jamie bounded over to the pair, one of their arms gunked up in a drill, swaying around like a miniature wrecking ball and dented to hell.

Meanwhile, right above the commotion of drills and gunshots, Claus' catch wobbled in the air as its drilled whirred to a halt. After a few seconds where it did nothing, several slits opened up on its body, and then POPed like a flashbang, loud and bright and with enough force to knock Clause off-balance.

Quarry

Even though his plan to catch the drill robot in the air worked, Claus could tell he'd be bruising from this. It was simply impossible to use his powers without getting hurt. Of course, he didn't actually know how he'd hurt this thing now that it was stuck.

Unfortunately for him, the machine came up with a plan first. The bright light and force of the blast was enough to knock Claus over, but he instinctively moved his hands' hitboxes behind him to catch himself. "Just give up already!" he snarled angrily. If this thing was going to hurt his eyes, he'd rip it to shreds!

In a seamless move, he swapped the hitboxes keeping the robot aloft from fat to segments of bone. Each bone segment he separated was shaped in a way that it had a razor edge. And he kept adding more into every available space he could find inside the robot's casing, guessing blindly even as his eyes tried to recover from the flash.

Once he placed what he felt to be a decent amount of razor sharp hitboxes, he backstepped onto other hitboxes. The ones inside the robot would move relative to him, hopefully cutting wiring or otherwise damaging it... he just hoped he didn't break his bones doing this.

“Tsk tsk, chainsaw boy...” Weiss mumbled as he snapped his fingers as the wind picked up towards chainsaw....person....that was jumping towards the guy that just shoulder tackled a tank. Weiss, obviously, was not good with names. This was his first instinct, and was acted upon pretty sloppily, so it wasn’t the strongest wind, but it could easily push someone who’s, I don’t know, jumping in the air. Weiss obviously didn’t think about what he was doing and as such did something stupid because the only things here that weren’t students were robots or buildings, and students most likely wouldn’t try to kill each other, right? At least that’s what was running through his head in the moments after he used the wind blast. Now he just had to wait for the outcome.

Edited by Yayakuza on Jul 29th 2019 at 11:31:45 AM

"It's not like I even wanted to be here," Eileen retorted in whats-his-face's direction. "And since dropping their candidates from fatal heights is their idea of an entrance exam, then I don't think I want any more part in this. Besides, if you really want in, you should push yourself to do as much as you can, right?"

Eileen continued to watch the guy with the glasses do what he did, tilting her head in mild amusement as he freeloaded yet again on someone else's prowess. He's someone else's problem now, though, getting back at him can wait. Besides, it'll be cute to see how birdman over there reacts.

Brandon Pieck

Brandon rubbed his head and looked around as the world stopped spinning and his vision cleared - his dad had taken him to this weird...school...place...and apparently it was for kids with Quirks. Brandon was not sure about this, as he didn't feel right about his Quirk being used around others, but dad was adamant. "This is where you are meant to be...now don't screw this up, Brandon, it's a tremendous honor to be where you'll be."

Why is he so pushy...? Brandon bit his lip remembering that.

He looked around, seeing this looked like there was some sort of city or construction area off in the distance, and he was close by some kind of quarry.

He remembered hearing something earlier, and got back up...just in time to see a robot lurch into view in front of him. His heart rate spiked, and he full on freaked out.

Why did he throw me into this freaking thing?

Why do I have to do this first and foremost? And...everybody else, what if they got hurt?

Dammit!!

The spike of anger in response to fear brought on an episode of his power as green and red lightning spiked across his body, muscles tensing and strengthening. His eyes took on a sharper look.

Before he even recognized it he was pounding one of the nearby robots into a pile of scrap. He was only brought out of it by the realization that the crunching sound of metal was brought on by his fist colliding yet again with the ruined husk of the robot in front of him.

He leaped back and visibly quaked. He hadn't even realized he'd been angrily screaming and venting his panic and anger born of this worry and fright. The robot he'd attacked looked like it was...not in the best shape.

"Woah..." He realized as he looked around that there were more robots to go through. He didn't want to disappoint his dad - dad could get real scary when he was disappointed - so he kept that spark of anger close to his chest, leaping off with a crackling burst of force, his muscles surging to visible prominence.

I Chain, I Saw, I Got Kicked in the Face

Oscar rubbed his shoulder, doing his best to minimize the visibility of his pain. He knew he was not the one (1) responsible for the robot takedown but perhaps his incredibly boneheaded diversion helped... Maybe just a little?

Before he could properly launch into a full-blown inner monologue on the matter, someone cut through the tank-like robot and was charging forward, chainsaw arms and all.

"Your movements are overly exaggerated, which allows an incredibly talented martial artist like me who has trained in various combat styles to see the holes open in the defenses that you fail to shore up with an ease not unlike that of taking away an infant's candy, which it likely should not have in the first place." Indeed, a more humanoid opponent was just what Oscar needed to prove himself. Sure, the other guy had chainsaws for arms (not literally but close enough). Sure, he had eviscerated a massive mechanical robot. But Oscar was really good at punching and kicking and that would surely carry him in this fight.

Waiting for the opportunity where Chainsaw McAngryguy's face was open, Oscar swiftly lifted his leg to deliver a vicious ax kick. Which would, in most cases, be a pretty decisive blow. Oscar had failed to notice, however, the burst of wind being sent in from Weiss and had not calculated how that would play into things. Oops.

Edited by EviIPaladin on Jul 30th 2019 at 7:18:20 AM

The Skyscraper – City Streets

Is he... wow, he talks a lot... Lucy mentally noted, looking with a mixture of confusion and mild amazement at the martial artist as he went in to attack the apparently manic chainsaw-wielder. Only to gain an expression of alarm as she noticed the wind blast firing off at the same time.

Her ink—being tied to her thoughts—reacted quickly. But the cutting air blast was faster, and even as one of her ink tendrils lashed out to coil around Oscar and tug him out of the way she was sure he'd gotten skimmed by it anyway. If not hit full-force. Okay, she wasn't exactly sure, but she'd definitely pulled him too quickly.

“You should've fallen back,” she chided, moving out of cover and up beside him to briefly check him over. “Are you okay, though? I moved too fast...”

As if only just remembering the presence of the chainsaw-wielder, she suddenly turned to face them whilst sprouting more ink off of the fabric of her hoodie. She desperately wanted to see if she'd accidentally given the boy whiplash, but as severe as that was getting chewed up by a chainsaw was arguably worse. So she stood protectively in front of him, only momentarily casting her eyes over to the cryokinetic in the corner of her vision.

As if in silent acknowledgement, a large mass of ink swelled out from her overly baggy jacket and formed into what appeared to be a gangly, vaguely humanoid creature that drunkenly danced its way over to the robot in question. It visibly took a lot out of her reserves—the remaining ink seeping into its displaced brethren's place only staining the hoodie and her jeans a light grey instead of its previous black. Still, it apparently didn't take much mental effort, as she practically threw it at the mechanical monstrosity in an attempt to provide a suitable distraction.

With that done, she could focus on chainsaw guy. She severely hoped he was just a little excited.

Housing Area.

For a few moments, Lee wasn't sure how to react. She was being sorta rude...and if this girl didn't want to be a hero, why was she here? No, that wouldn't do, manners and politeness were important, even if him trying to reply was cut off by the newcomer wearing glasses rushing off and taking the offensive as well.

That, and feeling someone sad for one robot that threw a punch, only to miss completely as it went completely over his head as he pressed one hand against the machine and gave a slight kinetic push to make it fall over.

"Okay, firstly, with that slight danger out of the way for a moment.. you have a good point. Maybe they expect everyone to have gravity or flight or teleporting. ...Ooh! Or maybe turning themselves into a photons of light and moving like a laser beam!" The boy cheerfully commented.

...It took him a few moments to realize how childish and adjust his glasses and tie. "...A-And secondly, I'm already doing the best I can. Unless you have something like a fencing foil, being on the defensive and protecting those who can't is better than getting in the way! Protecting others is heroic too!"

"So at the very least, can you keep an eye open in the opposite direction so if more show up, I can fend them off. S'il vous plaît? I-I mean, please? I don't have eyes in the back of my head. It'd be helpful, but kinda weird."

"However this ends, wish you luck" Kyle shouted, as he decided to jump from one place to another, knocking whatever was on arm reach, but just lightly shoving back the rest, trying to keep just a small area of enemies.

"All yours" He said, turning and just jumping back.

Just a gift

Bo gave an indignant squawk when not only did his target explode (More harmlessly than someone had suggested, fortunately), but someone had the nerve to jump on his back without warning and nearly sent him crashing into another robot in surprise. But the boy was lighter than the robots, and Bo managed to push off of the bot and regain his altitude and stability before shooting a confused and annoyed glare at the hitchiker.

There didn't seem to be much sense shaking him off at present so Bo turned his attention back to the battle and dived for another fresh burst of confetti, hoping to snag another point ribbon with his talons as he flew by.
Sure, it wasn't the most heroic strategy... But this is a contest, and it's not like he was attacking someone.