My Anime Academy

Today was the day. The first day of a brand new year at Silver Academy. Sitting in the heart of Fuji City, both were worthy testaments to heroism. The school lived up to its name, a towering metallic complex shimmering in the sun. The city that surrounded it was equally impressive. It was a sprawling metropolis, surrounded by vast oceans and invisible barriers on all sides. Dozens of heroes walked the streets and patrolled the barrier, doing their part to keep their city safe. Within the city's walls, the people felt a sense of security, able to live their lives with a degree of normalcy.

But the rest of Japan wasn't so lucky. Ever since the first appearance of the Kaiju, the world had slowly gone to hell. In decades past, they had always managed to push back the monsters and invaders before things got out of hand. But these enormous creatures tipped the balance. They were caught in a Mexican standoff on a global scale and Japan was the principal staging ground. In that sense, Fuji City was fortunate. It was Japan's last hope. A city that could pave the way for the country's future or preserve it should it fall. Heroes from all over flocked to its shores, lured by the promise of hope.

It was that same hope that spawned Silver Academy. While many heroes positioned themselves in Fuji City, even more were on the mainland, working with Kosmos Conglomerate and the Self-Defense Force to protect their home. But where the SDF's goal was to route the enemy, the heroes were about saving lives. These two goals often converged, but their methodologies were distinct. Silver Academy was created with that second methodology in mind. Not everyone who walked through its halls came out the other end, but those who did would be true heroes.

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Silver Academy, Auditorium, 7:50 AM — September 5th, 2023

For their first day, the students had been told to assemble in the auditorium. A pair of guards stood at the entrance, but they seemed friendly. Like most universities, there wasn't a designated homeroom, but the students had been grouped together regardless. Several rows of chairs were reserved for Class 1, sitting at the front of the hall. A mask sat above each set of rows, all a different colour. There was green and blue and pink with everything in between, but red was Class 1's chosen colour.

The teachers were absent, but the students could feel their presence. They were carefully hidden, but their power was immense. They watched the students from the shadows, observing them as they gathered. All the classes were important, but Class 1 received the most attention.

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Yui Bushida — Wanna Start Something?

But the seats weren't completely empty. The other classes had begun to trickle in, but one member of Class 1 had gotten herself settled. She leaned back in her chair, kicking her feet against the one in front of her, lazily resting her head against her hands. She held a burnt cigarette between her fingers, switching hands when it suited her. Her sukeban was worn and tattered, stitched together with badges and skulls. They complimented her wristbands, sharp spikes jutting out like a set of teeth. The midsection was torn, proudly bearing her midriff. She had a few scars, but she wore them with pride. Her hair hung back in a scruffy ponytail, long sideburns running past her gold earrings. The only thing missing was a shaved head and some extra piercings, but she was a punk, plain and simple.

Next to her was a small bag and a long stick. The stick was pretty, but something about it was off. There was a brass orb with six purple wings on the end. They were hollow and dull, but they seemed to have hidden potential. But the bag was stranger. Made with black leather and red straps, it seemed normal enough. But every now and then, it wriggled. A quick thwack from the girl's wrist shut it up, but it didn't make them less suspicious.

Edited by kkhohoho on Apr 2nd 2023 at 12:48:52 PM

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

Takuro Nakajima

Another student would walk into the auditorium. He looked at the various masks until he spotted the one for Class 1, then made his way to the row it marked. He didn't stand out very much. He was in decent shape, had short, black hair, and he wore just a simple white collared shirt and black pants. The only thing on him that was out of the ordinary was silver disk that was stuck to the back of his neck. He sat down next to Yui.

"Looks like we're in the same class," he said to her. "Name's Takuro." He noticed her bag wriggling. "Does it always do that?"

Dyna-Mite

Dinah strode into the auditorium with so much confidence that it was borderline exaggerated, giving the two guards stationed at the entrance a handshake each that was mixed with a bow before passing through. She was dressed in her Dyna-Mite costume, somewhat at odds with the other styles around her clearly painting her as a foreigner. She didn't seem to be anxious about being the odd one out, however, and she beelined for Class 1's section of seats and plopped herself down on a chair; crossing her legs and idly tapping her fingers to the music that was playing through her earbuds. Whatever it was, it was clearly catchy to her, as soon her foot began tapping as well to the rhythm.

Those who knew of her from a few years back in America would surely recognise her, as she hadn't changed her classic black-and-blue skintight spandex ensemble at all since then. Those who didn't know of her would likely find her strange, not just because of her dress sense but also because of her demeanour. She had a sense of being aloof while also being extravagant, like she was deliberately embodying a spectacle without actually engaging with the people around her. When she did glance at her classmates, her eyes looked piercing and sharp. Not exactly gentle or cautious, at least not to begin with. Perhaps she just needed to get a read on them before she'd let them get a read on her.

Edited by Enirboreh on Apr 2nd 2023 at 8:34:51 PM

bork

Homura Tanaka - Auditorium

One minute, she was the feared leader of one of the most influential gangs in Osaka and another minute, she was now a hero in training. Homura wasn't expecting this outcome, but hey that all-forgiving hero was pretty convincing. Plus, she still gets to strike fear in her enemies.

Wearing a punk leather jacket and ripped jeans, Homura strolled inside the Auditorium, listening to some AC/DC through her headphones. She sat down in a random seat, stretching her legs on the back of the chair in front of her. Until the teachers show up and explain what this meeting in the auditorium was about, Homura was content to just relax.

The reincarnation of Oda Nobunaga currently had no care.

However, she glanced over to notice a delinquent-looking girl and a fancy looking stick poking out from her back. The girl looked familiar to Homura but she couldn't put a finger around her name.

"Heya, do I happen to know you?" Homura took off her headphones and leaned towards the girl.

Victor of HGS S320 | "There's rosemary, that's for remembrance. Pray you, love, remember."

Quit the bullshit. No way I am gonna let this crap continue, and I sure as hell won't let you remain in that sorry form. Keep your eyes on me, cause Kiba is baring his fangs. Lock On!

A young man shook his head as those words rang in his mind. He really got himself into this, huh? The young man was imposing, with gold eyes seemingly fixed on a glare. His long brown hair was unkempt and his black and silver clothes just made it clear he had some strength on him.

Making sure the punks that followed him didn't give up on themselves without him and his Ma was able to continue the good fight without the power of the Keys were some things to worry about. But he just had to show what he was made of, right? Make the last symbol he left behind count for something.

For now, he just sat on the red section or whatever you could call it. He gave the others a stern look, but decided to remain quiet for now.

Making sure he made the people back home's faith count for something is what mattered, after all.

Wake me up at your own risk.

Emanuel

Entering into the hallowed halls of the single most renowned academy for the future heroes of Japan would have been the highlight of many peoples lives. However for the human biological disaster that Emanuel had turned himself into this was just another day that was taking his attention away from his experiments. Even if it was necessary, the bottleneck of his research was fast approaching with his current equipment. Thus he applied everything he had for one purpose, to join with the academy and continue to work on his end goal, the Humanity Evolutionary Project.

With a great sigh Emanuel took a seat, his skin crawling with visible bumps rising, moving, and then falling in a different location. "Ugh, the last experiment isn't settling well," he reached under his coat and pulled out a syringe filled with yellow liquid, injecting it into him leg before letting out a content sigh as his skin finally stopped moving.

"Thats better." he stretched himself out in the chair, allowing himself to half focus on the events of the room.

Be better, because what is the harm in trying?

Kimiko

Beastfolk were common enough that Kimiko probably wouldn't have garnered much attention. Except she had decided that the best way to beat the crowds was to walk on the ceiling, before suddenly dropping into an open seat with a perfect landing. How she managed to do so without sitting on her own tail was a mystery.

The others would be treated to the sight of a rat-woman in punkish ninja clothes, dark blue contrasting her whitish-gray fur. Her long tail was lined with rings and small piercings, and a few more piercings studded her ears. Beady red eyes passed over the assembled students as she took everything in.

Leaning back in her chair, Kimiko observed her new classmates with interest, whiskers twitching as she took in their scents. One guy in particular was a nightmarish mix of chemicals, and she made a mental note to keep an eye on him. She also took notice of the delinquent and the white girl in spandex, for different reasons.

At Takuro's question she flicked her gaze over to him. "That's some kind of animal, though it smells funny. I'd say one of those Magical Girl companions, but a tough gal like her doesn't strike me as the type."

She turned to Yui and flashed a smile, showing off her oversized incisors. "Not that I'm criticizing. Dig the look, girlfriend. Name's Kimiko, nice to meetcha."

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

Ba Ke Nook - Auditorium

A tanuki, roughly 4 feet tall and sporting a straw hat and gold rosary bead necklace and carrying various objects and leaves, strolled into the Auditorium. He was used to overcoming impossible odds and providing karmic punishment to the concieted, except back then he was a trickster spirit in essence, rather than a straightforward hero. Ba Ke felt this would be a good step in what to do with himself for the time, especially since there are bigger stakes facing the area now than what he targeted before.

He saw the other students already there, finding the somewhat off human, the rat person (who looked far more humanoid than he did), and some other humans in various costumes. Wouldn't be the strangest sort Ba Ke met, but he was mainly expecting humans.

The tanuki sat down on one of the seats, pulling out a leaf and changing it into a strange, small mallet. His somewhat short stature made it a bit harder to see in this auditorium, so he improvised with a bit of magic, using the mallet to grow a few inches, and then turning it back into a leaf, stashing it where he kept his other stuff.

Lane - Auditorium

A man with long, flowing blue hair, a white shirt and black trousers, and a plain black leather choker walked into the auditorium. Looking slightly nervous, he searched the room for the red mask denoting Class 1's seats, before spotting them out and quickly making his way up.

He surveyed the students that were already there, noting especially the girl already dressed in their costume, the beast-woman, and the tanuki. Heroes really can come from anywhere, Lane thought to himself.

Then, he sat down in the next available seat, leaning back and quietly saying "Can't believe I'm really here... and I only got a little lost on the way," before smiling nervously.

Ay, you! It's Gold, and I'm noble!

Yui

Yui glanced up from her seat She didn't know who this clean-cut fancypants was, but he seemed harmless. The rat girl was another story. She wasn't sure if she was a yokai or beastkin or something else, but she seemed pretty tough. She wasn't sure whether to be flattered or offended. She gave her bag another whack and shoved it under her seat, cursing under her breath, but she wished she wasn't so embarrassed.

"...it's Yui. Don't look so bad yourself. Love the bling, gotta say." She glanced at Takuro. "Now this shithead could use a makeover. Wouldn't last a second back home, that's for sure. Bet a hundred yen he'd wet his pants before they eat him for breakfast."

She was half joking. She talked tough, but she didn't have anything against fancypants. It was how she rolled. She would have kept giving him grief, but something made the hairs on her skin hackle. She slowly turned her head, but she already knew who it was. As soon as she saw her face, she shrunk in her seat, pulling her collar up and over her face. She knew this place was desperate, but she didn't think they'd take the Demon King!

"D-don't think so, sorry! Must be a coincidence... (Jesus fuck...)"

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

Ba Ke Nook - Auditorium

The tanuki looked around, deciding to introduce himself: "If we're introducing ourselves, my name is Ba Ke Nook, first name Ba Ke, last name Nook. I'm a tanuki yokai."

Takuro Nakajima

"Ah, got it," Takuro said to Kimiko. Hearing her introduce herself to Yui, he didn't ask for an introduction.

Then he heard Yui's comments about him. He wasn't going to try and start a fight over it on his first day, but he wasn't going to just take it, either.

"Trust me, my powers can give me all the makeovers I could ask for," he said with a smirk. "I can't show you them in here, but let's just say you're friends back home would be biting off a lot more than they could chew."

Homura Tanaka- Auditorium

"Hmm, I swore that I saw you before," Homura said, analyzing the girl's face. "Oh well,"

Homura then extended her hand towards the girl with a cheeky smirk.

"The name's Homura Tanaka, also known as the Demon King of the Sixth Heaven."

Victor of HGS S320 | "There's rosemary, that's for remembrance. Pray you, love, remember."

Mason - The Beginning of something GREAT.

"Shi-kun, I cannot stress this enough, you are NOT going to escape from me this time." The young man with stock white hair, glasses in front of his eyes and the extremely simplistic look to him, a suit and tie hidden underneath a clean white lab coat scolded the small red and white lion that currently sat in his hands. The robot gave an annoyed chirp and swiped at the air in front of him but never too much, never to actually be a threat. More a house cat, displeased with what was happening.

"Gori-" He then turned his attention to the blue and green robotic Gorilla that waddled beside his feet. "You stay right beside me. No destroying anything." The Gorilla swung its arms in agreement and leaped up to cling to his leg.

"Eaglen." He turned to the gold and silver eagle that sat in his pocket, poking its little head out every few moments as if looking for danger and then popping back in. "...No, you're good, no worries. Now then!" He took a step forward. "Let's go make a name for ourselves-Where did Shi-Kun go I JUST HAD HIM."

His eyes wide behind his glasses, he looked around in a panic for a moment for any sight of red and white that may have dashed off. "Oh no. Ooooh no." And with that, he delved deeper into the auditorium.

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

Lane - Auditorium

After hearing everyone else introduce themselves, Lane decides to start with some humour, saying "Oh, I'm Lane, but you guys can call me Lane."

Lane's attention is then immediately grabbed by the guy in the labcoat who appears to be in a spot of bother. "Well, glad I'm not the biggest mess in here today," he says, chuckling lightly.

Someone should probably help that guy out, though.

Edited by TheGoldLeaf on Apr 2nd 2023 at 9:48:03 AM

Ay, you! It's Gold, and I'm noble!

The quiet guy took note of all the people around, particularly flinching at seeing the mutated guy just injecting himself with something. He tried to not act grossed out, but he had to make a good effort to not give that away.

And now a whiz kid let loose something. He sighed, pulling out a gold key shaped like a pair of wings. He extended his hand and rotated his wrist, as if he was unlocking a door in the air.

"KARASU" Out of it came a shadowy black crow, taking flight for a moment.

"Kuro, catch whatever that red thing is" He said, and the crow nodded and swooped in.

"I am Tsurugi Kurenai, remember it" He said out loud. Might as well get that out of the way.

Edited by Blueace on Apr 2nd 2023 at 5:07:30 AM

Wake me up at your own risk.

And that's when a magical girl danced in.

Like a full on twirl as she passed through the doors followed by a jaunty little skip-walk to the beat down to the class rows. And she was in full regalia too, an almost eye-searingly bright outfit of vantawhite and some manner of purple, the skirt drifting and bouncing with no regard for any concern bar remaining adorably modest with the entire ensemble topped off by a weirdly out of place set of black and red chunky headphones. Seeing most of the seats full she hummed before plopping herself down into a seat next to Emanuel.

"Hello! This is very exciting isn't it? First day at a new school!"

She stopped her little dancing head-bop for a moment and realized her headphones were still on and she slipped them off to hear whatever reply her classmate would give.

"Oh whoops, sorry left the device on. I shouldn't have any interruptions during orientation!"

She fiddled with a random corner of her costume and the noise in the headphones shut off.

It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.

Hyotoshi - The Auditorium

The doors to the auditorium open for a rather fashionable man with an equally-fashionable afro. With a cocky strut he walks in like the cock of the walk, waving to the various students; even the occasional playful finger-gun. The headphones on his head were blaring disco...in his mind. In reality, they'd long-since broken apart, not that he noticed.

This place was happenin'! All kinds here! They had a rat, a tanuki, an edgy-boy...It was like one of those annie-mays he'd heard about from Ichi. These were superheroes? He was expecting people more, erm, heroic-looking?

But that was alright! Maybe it'd be fun!...It had to be, right?

Hyotoshi ends up sitting next to a somewhat-sketchy-looking dude that...injected something into his arm? He was pretty sure some kind of slime dripped off their arm.

"Whoa whoa whoa!" The afro-man says, recoiling back in surprise.

Edited by klom99 on Apr 2nd 2023 at 5:32:33 AM

"Doctor, I did say look for the Spymaster. Or should I say Spy....Master?"

Felicity Shepherd - Return of the Sheep

A certain blonde superheroine stood outside the auditorium doors thinking about the sort of entrance she'd like to show off to her new, fellow classmates at university. She remembered in high school doing a slip and slide, but busy auditorium, wouldn't want to cause a slipping hazard. Besides, universities were probably stricter than high school, and those in Japan doubly so, so her ice skating her way in would probably end up having her fined for the damages. Man, being an adult with adult responsibilities is hard, Felicity thought to herself as she opened the doors up in a completely mundane manner, being careful not to trip over the magitek(?) animals chasing after one another. It loooooooooked like their owners had it handled? Maybe? Henshin heroes were definitely outside her area of expertise. Seeing the tiny robot lion though, Felicity did have to fight the urge to pick him up and give him belly rubs (if he could even feel them). Note to self, ask for petting permission later!

Felicity trotted, she skipped, she danced over to the Class 1 seats, keeping the spectacle more muted but still clearly making her own fun. Seeing a fellow foreigner in Dyna-Mite (with an equally exposed stomach!), Fluffy slid on over (half-literally but taking care to minimize the ice) to take the seat next to her. Beaming, she gently tapped Dyna-Mite on the shoulder to get her attention away from her headphones. "Hello, fellow belly buddy! Tummydachi! Ready for an exciting year of some superpowered superstar smashing and clashing souffle? Sorry, had to skip breakfast so I'm a little hungry, ehe~"

Fluffy had a feeling that she recognized Dyna-Mite from somewhere, but before her thoughts could pinpoint where, a poofy haired man let out a sudden exclamation, pulling her eyes over to the source of his reaction, a certain student injecting himself to cease his skin's rippling. In rather plain view in front of everyone else, at that.

"Excuse me, sir, are you sick? Do you need to go to the nurse's station? You shouldn't be sticking syringes in yourself so out in the open, I'm sure the staff did their best but having so many students sitting here means this isn't the most sterile setting for your situation; you might leave some drops of blood, or something foreign and icky might get in. If you are sick and need help, I can help you to the medical office! Or if you don't trust a fellow student, I could ask someone from security."

Edited by Starbound2 on Apr 2nd 2023 at 4:01:16 AM

Emanuel

It took a moment to realize that someone had took a seat next to him and that at least one person had noticed his impromptu injection. Of course that kind of thing might be seen as rather worrying to the layperson. "Ah, first I suppose it is nice to see you as well," he gave a nod to the overly bubbly woman who had sat next to him, as if the worries of him injecting himself were secondary.

"As for your concerns you can lay them to rest, the heart I recently installed yesterday is still taking time to settle in with the other two, and until then certain side effects are to be expected, the syringe I took is nothing more then a cocktail that is meant to fight off any rejection symptoms that might come from implanting the heart of a super giant kaiju into myself." he put a hand on his chest, feeling three very much out of rhythm beats playing against it. "Compared to some of my other experiments, these symptoms are hardly worth mentioning."

Be better, because what is the harm in trying?

Dyna-Mite

Was that a goddamn sheep girl? Was that a girl dressed up as a goddamn sheep? Was that a goddamn sheep-dressed girl person dressed sheep as a dressed sheep girl fluffy what hWAT WHAT-

"Tummydachi?" Dinah repeated in a daze, her brain completely derailing and crashing as she struggled to process who or what she was looking at. It was simple conceptually, sure, but all of that was strangely more difficult to take in than literally everyone else around her at once.

"Oh! Right. I'm ready. Just waiting for the action," she quickly said, shaking her head slightly to try and recover from her confused state. "It's just gonna be a boring meeting so far. So I'm not that excited."

She glanced over at the guy who'd injected himself with something, and she pursed her lips slightly as she shifted in her seat to face him.

"So you've... swapped out your organs like that one game nobody's played? Just don't throw up on my suit, please. It'll wash off but I don't want acidic kaiju juice or something like that on me. Thanks."

She turned back around to face forward, kicking her feet up onto the back of the chair in front of her (though obviously taking them back down again if someone sat in said chair). She switched off her music player and stuffed her headphones into one of the satchels on her belt, before briefly touching up her lipstick using a stick from another satchel and only then did she settle down again fully.

Well, kind of. She was still jittering and shifting impatiently, looking over her suit and herself in general as if she was anxious about her appearance. She was acting more like someone about to go up on stage than anything else, though she wasn't deliberately trying to draw attention to herself. If anything she looked a little uncomfortable to be in view of everyone in this uncertain period of time when she didn't know what was going to be happening in the auditorium.

bork

Takuro Nakajima

"Hold on, you implanted a super giant kaiju's heart into yourself?" Takuro turned towards Emanuel. "Any chance you have... left over parts of it?"

Mason

"Hi! Hi, sorry, nice to meet you-Love the outfit, looks amazing on you-Looking for a little lion about ye-big, have you seen any-I'm sorry did you just say a Kaiju heart-No! No god dammit this is no time I need to keep an eye out-Shi! Shi-Oh-"

The shadowy crow belted out in search for his little friend and he chuckled. "Oh, many thanks. Um-My name is Mason, so it's-"

He realized he didn't have a weight on his leg anymore, and he paled, considerably. "Oh no. Gori, please don't be somewhere dangerous. Not on the first day-"

At least two chairs were flung HIGH into the air, thankfully none of the red-masked seats as the small gorilla robot trudged his way through the seats, merely brushing against a seat enough to send it up into the air from the sheer strength the small bot held.

"GORI COME ON!" He rushed over.

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

Ba Ke Nook - Auditorium

"You put a kaiju's heart in yourself? I still have some catching up to do. I only recently learned what a kaiju was."

The tanuki is quickly transfixed by the gorilla robot, as well as the other robots Mason has, and turns to him.

"Oh, I guess you're a metal adept? It seems like it would take a fair amount of magic in order to make multiple autonomous metal golems, each differing in how they work."

"I love you, dad."

"I love you, mom."

Matsuki said the same thing every morning before heading out once Father's leave was granted, only relaxing once he was outside the house. This time however he had a feeling this was the last time he would have to recite this mantra for a while. The Richler / Kyonori House was a hub of activity early in the morning, the many women of Matsuno Kyonori - or as he was known more, Wolfang Richer - attending to responsibilities. All the while the family patriarch simply enjoyed his morning television.

He insisted it was "world-class comedy". Yet every time Matsuki saw what it was his father watched, he felt sick afterwards. "You'll grow to enjoy it. You'd be crazy not to", that was always the response he got. He wondered if it was simply a learned taste.

By the time he arrived at the auditorium he just stood there at the entrance, bone stiff, as he took in the sheer chaos. Still not as loud as when the more distant relatives visited.

He took in the personalities: some were just loud and vibrant, others... well. The girl who smelled of cigarette smoke made him wonder if her parents knew the way she dressed and smelled. Still. This was not an unappealing class.

After a moment he stepped inside he saw some robots tossing around chairs and such. Approaching the man shouting about this going-on, he asked, "Do you uh, need some help with that? I mean, this situation looks pretty chaotic."

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