>>2972409
>-The most obvious choice is the Victor's Table; a four-man table set on a small outcrop design above the freshmen dining pit. You can see your other team-mates from last night's race seated there.

>>2972409
>Apollo, as usual, has magnetically drawn a small group to his table; it looks like Sketchbook Kid and the kid who spent most of his time sleeping on the bus are there next to Billy the bat-kid, Keane, and the punk with bristly hair.

>>2972409
>-The most obvious choice is the Victor's Table; a four-man table set on a small outcrop design above the freshmen dining pit. You can see your other team-mates from last night's race seated there.

>>2972427
>>2972505
You earned the privilege; might as well use it for today, at least. You sit down with Duke, Henrietta, and Joan. Henrietta looks like she's about to pass out into her oatmeal; her frizzy hair is pulled back into something meant to be a ponytail, even though it mostly resembles some weird kind of desert shrub. Duke is reading a pocketbook of some kind with one hand, occasionally using the other to deliver shrimp-and-grits to his mouth. Joan... looks perfectly fine, despite the fact that you had to help her into the nurse's office after the race. She has an entire lumberjack breakfast set before her, which she's tearing into like a wild dog.
Henrietta twitches a hand slightly as you sit down.
"Yo, David. You look real fresh."
"Trust me, I only look like this; my shoulders feel like I was just shotputted."
She shrugs. "Same."
Joan pauses with half a pancake leveled at her mouth. "If you really feel that bad, there's this great exercise I know for limbering up your shoulders." The half-cake vanishes into her mouth with much smacking of lips.
"Might have to take you up on that, All Right."
"Huh?"
"All Right. Like All Might, you know? Because you said your Quirk was just 'all right' when David asked you about it, but then you just start leaping around like Mr. Hero himself."
Joan blushes slightly, and shovels a big spoonful of corned beef hash into her mouth.

>Yeah, are you his secret daughter or something?
>How are you not torn up by that?
>(To Duke) What're you reading there?
>So... you looking forward to the first day?

>>2972558
>>(To Duke) What're you reading there?
>>So... you looking forward to the first day?

>>2972558
>(To Duke) What're you reading there?
>So... you looking forward to the first day?

>>2972558
>(To Duke) What're you reading there?
>So... you looking forward to the first day?

>>2972558
>Yeah, are you his secret daughter or something?
Gotta lay it on thicc I mean thick. Jo seems like a handy girl to keep around, so may as well get on her good side. I would be against waifuing her tho
>(To Duke) What're you reading there?
>So... you looking forward to the first day?

>>2972558
>>So... you looking forward to the first day?

>>2972566
>>2972568
>>2972570
>>2972623
"What're you reading there, Duke?"
"'S called Midnight in th' Garden of Good an' Evil. 'Sbout a murder in Georgia. Non-fiction, pretty interestin' stuff. Y'all sleep well las' night?"
"As well as I could, I guess. So... who's looking forward to their first day?"
Henrietta shakes her head. "Fuck no, Ball Boy. Everyone's going to be wrecked from that race. I knew this was going to be hard, but... I just hope the teachers take it easy on us."
"It's the first day, Henrietta. That's always easy. And besides, I was the one doing all the running, and I feel fine!"
"Yeah, the first day would be easy if this wasn't Skyrock. I bet they'll drive us like dogs to see how tough we are."
"Can't be as hard as my middle-school math teacher; she was really strict, there were pop quizzes like every other week-"
The conversation meanders about until first bell. Then, the school day begins:
-First period is English, taught by Facade. It's a bit strange to see him as him; for such a renowned hero, he was almost always seen as someone else. Fortunately, he takes things easy today with a general class-led discussion.
-Sadly, Math isn't so laid-back. Shimmer leaps straight into the rigors of trig with barely an introduction. Fortunately, your Quirk makes math easy, but you can see other students fighting through residual tiredness to grapple with the subject.
-Science is taught by Bulwark, who you learn holds a PhD in Geology as well as the title of former Fifty Sentinels reservist. Her first class is dedicated mostly to a lecture about the geological formation of the White Sands Basin's inselbergs and its nature as the world's largest gypsum desert.
And then, the final class before lunch and Hero Training rolls along. The teacher walks in; tall and painfully angular, with an odd, almost sepia-colored skin and faded grey hair. He writes his name on the whiteboard.
"My name is Oswald Brown. My name is not Hangnail, and you will not call me such. This is the Hero Theory course, which will cover the history of the profession, the laws associated with it, and the philosophy and ethical concerns involved." His voice is dry and papery, like something from a desert tomb.
"Now: there is an obvious, fundamental topic that must be addressed before any further discussion can be had on the topic; what is a Hero? That is to say, what separates a Hero from any other member of law enforcement or first response services... Mr. Fischer?"
You jerk up; his voice had nearly put you asleep.
"Yes?"
"What makes a Hero different from a police officer or a firefighter, Mr. Fischer?"

>They can use their Quirks
>They aren't state-funded
>They inspire others
>They dress in costumes

>>2972680
>>They aren't state-funded

>>2972680
>>They can use their Quirks

>>2972680
>They aren't state-funded
>They inspire others

>>2972680
>They aren't state-funded

>>2972680
>>They aren't state-funded
>>They inspire others

>>2972680
>They inspire others

>>2972680
>>They aren't state-funded

>>2972680
>They aren't state-funded

>>2972680
>They can use their Quirks
This is the distinction in japan anyaways

>>2972792
An important thing to note about America is that Quirks are protected under Second Amendment rights; however, you must be specially licensed to use a Quirk in a professional context and using a Quirk to commit a crime carries extremely harsh punishment.


>>2972683
>>2972695
>>2972697
>>2972708
>>2972722
>>2972764
"Well, they aren't state-funded."
"Correct, Mr. Fischer, this is the primary difference. Although professional heroes are empowered to enforce the law, they are not part of the state, but rather private individuals granted certain special powers by the state in order to handle... Ms. Jackson."
"Our 24% average crime rate~"
"Correct. Almost a quarter of the population have embraced crime as a way of life; initially, the massive surge in crime caused by the emergence of Quirks in the general human populace caused a state of martial law nationwide, leading to what historians call 'The Mutant Revolution'- the name was coined before the Japanese term 'Quirk' gained dominance..."

"...eading to massive damage to the Smithsonian campus. Clearly, conventional policing and military tactics were not enough to combat the Quirk-fueled riots sweeping through the nation. It was then that the man we today call the Unknown Hero came onto the scene."
Mr. Brown coughs. "But we will discuss that matter tomorrow. You are dismissed."
The class eagerly bolts to the door, hoping to escape the stuffy confines of Brown's classroom. Back to the food hall for lunch.
As you grab a burger from the cafeteria, a hand claps you on the back. You turn, and stare right into Joanna's grin.
"HEY DAVID! How're you doing?!"
"Uh-fine, I guess?"
"You were really really cool last night, you know? I mean, Harry and I were a super cool team, I think, and we did end up getting second because of Hector having to run back to get everyone, but you got first because of Joan, who, like, no offense or anything, is even COOLER, and I just wondered if you want to sit with me? I mean, you're a cool guy and I think we should hang out and... stuff! So? Will you, huh?"
Joanna's bouncing on her heels impatiently.
>Sure, I guess
>Nah, I'm going to sit at the Victor's Table

>>2972822
>Sure, I guess

>>2972822
>Sure, I guess

>>2972822
>Sure, I guess

>>2972822
>Sure, I guess
But don't think this means we're like partners or something. If musclewaifu I mean Jo calls us over, we're gonna book it

>>2972826
>>2972833
>>2972838
>>2972846
"Uh, sure, I guess?"
GREAT! C'mon!"
Joanna practically drags you over to a table with Sketchbook, Rebecca, Billy, and Keane.
"So this is Wally, Becky, Billy, and Kenny, and they're all super cool, and I'm pretty sure you all know Davy, right?!"
'Wally' nods at you. "You know we were about to win last night, right? Still, horseshoes, hand grenades. You did good."
Rebecca giggles. "This girl is really energetic, isn't she?"
Billy waves a skinny hand; you notice he has a brace around one wrist. "Shalutashions. Good rashe yeshterday."
Keane just nods at you.
You sit down at the table.

>Your wrist okay, Billy?
>...Becky's your FRIEND, Joanna?
>So... I know where Keane's from, but how about the rest of you?
>So, 'Wally', what's your Quirk?
Forgot to put this in the OP: write-ins are accepted and encouraged, but as QM I hold the final call, so no meme responses please.

>>2972889
>Your wrist okay, Billy?
>So... I know where Keane's from, but how about the rest of you?

>>2972889
>So, 'Wally', what's your Quirk?
It's a bit prying but I like the idea of us not being perfectly smooth

>>2972889
>>Your wrist okay, Billy?

>>2972889
>Your wrist okay, Billy?

>>2972889
>>Your wrist okay, Billy?

>>2972889
>>Your wrist okay, Billy?
>>So... I know where Keane's from, but how about the rest of you?

>>2972905
This

>>2972905
>>2972914
>>2972915
>>2972912
>>2972908
"Hey, Billy, is your wrist okay?"
"Eh. I'm ushed to it. Pneumatic shkeleton. You couldn't have known."
His voice is high-pitched and breathy, with whistling s's.
"So... I know where Keane's from"-Keane's eyes plead with you not to mention the name- "But how about the rest of you?"
"I-"
Joanna interrupts Billy with her typical enthusiasm. "I'm from Denton! My dad works for the DMC as a license compliance inspector! I could see the Executive Building from my house, which was really cool and stuff! Sorry, you said something, Billy?"
Billy's yellowed eyes blink. "I'm from Boonevile, Arkanshashsh. Family did... thish and that. You know how it ish."
"Las Vegas. Not the famous one, the other one. Still has a lot of the old architecture. Hey, Billy, do you mind looking over there a bit more? Yeah, that's it. Thanks."
"Mission, Texas. My parents work for a support company that develops advanced textiles." Rebecca taps her blindfold. "They made this for me." The usual dripping malice is curiously absent from her voice.

>Hey, Wally, what do your parents do?
>You really like drawing, don't you, Wally?
>Booneville not have a lot of jobs, Billy?
>What's it like being-like that, Billy?
>You really care about your parents, don't you Rebecca?

>>2973003
>You really like drawing, don't you, Wally?

>>2973003
>You really care about your parents, don't you Rebecca?

>>2973003
>You really like drawing, don't you, Wally?

>>2973003
>>You really like drawing, don't you, Wally?

>>2973003
>You really like drawing, don't you, Wally?
>so taking a shot in the dark, your quirk manifests art into reality?
>You really care about your parents, don't you Rebecca?

>>2973012
>>2973114
>>2973253
>>2973273
"You really like drawing, don't you, Wally?"
"It helps me relax and focus. And please, call me Walt."
"Plus his Quirk is like super cool!~"
Walt shakes his head. "I guess. I don't think a lot of people appreciate it, though."
His pencil snaps. Walt sighs and closes his sketchbook. He then reaches his fingers INTO the drawing of the cover and pulls another pencil out of it.

Walter Ward Clarkson. Quirk: "Animator". He can bring images to life! The durability and effectiveness of his animated images is based on their fidelity; a high-quality camera's photo is needed for the best possible results.
"Nah, I think it's cool! Like... you'd never run out of shampoo!"
Walt laughs; its surprisingly loud compared to his soft, deep voice. "I guess you're right."

>So how big can you make something?
>What's the most complex thing you've made?
>Have you ever made a person using your Quirk?
>Your Quirk seems incredibly powerful.
>So, Billy. Your Quirk just let you fly, or is there more to it?

>>2973307
>What's the most complex thing you've made?

>>2973307
>>What's the most complex thing you've made?

>>2973307
>What's the most complex thing you've made?

>>2973307
>>What's the most complex thing you've made?
>Your Quirk seems incredibly useful. Those atvs had us scrambling.

>>2973313
>>2973322
>>2973328
>>2973401
"So, what's the most complex thing you've made?"
Walt bites the end of his eraser. "Probably... a cuckoo clock. It was difficult; I had to reference the internal diagrams to make sure I'd get all of the mechanisms right."
"So you have to know how the internal mechanisms of something work to make it?"
"Something like that. Your Quirk seems much more impressive. Being able to instantly understand a situation with only a second's observation is something enviable."

>It is impressive, isn't it?
>It's nothing, really.
>I wish it was that easy. I can't predict what people are going to do using it, or anticipate things I don't know about. There's always unknowns; both known and unknown.

>>2973511
>>I wish it was that easy. I can't predict what people are going to do using it, or anticipate things I don't know about. There's always unknowns; both known and unknown.
>It's also super vulenerable to quirks like Joanna's which null mine pretty neatly, and Rebecca's quirk can take me by surprise fairly easily.

>>2973533

Seconding this response

>>2973511
Supporting >>2973533

>>2973533
This
If we can work out the math for physics breaking quirks can we predict them?

>>2973533
>>2973557
>>2973558
>>2973581
"I wish it was as easy as just instantly understanding situations. I can only understand as much as I see; and I can't see what's in people's heads. There's always things I don't know, and things I don't even know I don't know."
You wave a hand at Joanna and Rebecca. "Look at those two. My Quirk is useless against Joanna, because it leaves me totally disoriented; I could see a flawless way to defeat her, but all she'd need to do is get me to avert my eyes for a couple seconds and I'd be back to square one. And Rebecca... well, with her Quirk, I suspect it'd be hard to anticipate all the ways it can make problems."
Joanna's chest puffs up. "So I guess you're basically saying I'm cool, right? Like, super-cool!"
"You try too hard, Joanna. That's what's cute about you~"
Billy squeaks out an "I think you're cool! Even if you showing off your Quirk got a bit old."

>Yeah, you're pretty cool, Joanna.
>Rebecca, didn't you say something about your parents making your blindfold?
>You're being really quiet, Keane. You alright?
>So, Billy... you sound like you're from a pretty small town. What's it like?

>>2973581
Yes, although most Quirks don't outright defy physics so much as amplify variables (like strength, speed, etc.) to normally-impossible levels or give humans abilities that they shouldn't naturally have (like producing fire: in the show, at least, I don't think we've seen an energy-emission Quirk that outright defied the normal laws of the movement of fire or electricity, etc.

>>2973649
>Rebecca, didn't you say something about your parents making your blindfold?
>You're being really quiet, Keane. You alright?

>>2973649
>You're being really quiet, Keane. You alright?
>>2973656
I guess getting good will mostly involve getting better at math and maybe beefing up to help make use of our quirk. Does our quirk automatically know the math for all of it's calculations or would doing something like studying derivative based statistics allow us to calculate more things?

>>2973649
>You're being really quiet, Keane. You alright?

>>2973690
The Quirk's intuitive and draws on lived experience; the normal human brain can calculate sophisticated physics equations intuitively after all. As you learn more, your Quirk's utilities will expand.

>>2973682
>>2973690
>>2973729
"You're being really quiet, Keane. Are you okay?"
Keane looks up. "Yeah. I just don't talk much."
Walt nods silently to him.
"Well that's no good! You're going to be a hero, Kenny, you need to have stage presence! A hero who everyone just ignored when they said "STOP, VILLAIN!" isn't going to do well!" Joanne thrusts one hand out, palm forward, while resting the other on her hip.
"I-I'm sure I'll think of something."
"Well, you'll have to think of it soon. Hero Training starts in 15 minutes."

Your first day of Hero Training takes place in the open-air "gym" of Skyrock; a large rectangular space boxed in with four white walls. Chalk has been used in the dirt to demarcate a fighting circle. Your teachers are standing in the ring in full work gear.
On the left is a muscular African-American man, his braids pulled back in a ponytail. He's wearing loose white exercise shorts, bulletproof leg and arm-pads, a tight shirt with a bulletproof vest over it, and an onyx visor that wraps around his head at eye level. Eye patterns adorn his work gear.
On the right, a lithe Caucasian woman in her mid-30's is checking the tightness of her gloves. She seems to be dressed in what looks like a blend of a traditional fencer's outfit and a plague doctor's cloak.
The man addresses your group without turning around. "Ah, class, you're here. Glad you found your way to our little arena without getting too lost-physically, at least."
"Nah nah Jahn, don't get too deep on them right off the bat!" The woman gives you a little salute. She has a thick nasal accent. "Good ahfternoon, everybody! Hope you're ready for your Hero Training course! Ahm Fiora Santini and this is Jahn Harris-"
"But you likely know us better as the 'All-Seeing Hero' Argus and the 'Miraculous Hero' Paracelsus."
Ms. Santini fits her helmet, which is stylized to resemble a viper with its jaws open, over her head. "Thaht's right! An' we're gonna be teachin' you the practical side of bein' ah Hero; combat an' rescue! Me doin' the rescue stuff more."
"But today is a combat day, so I will be taking the lead. Now; what is the most important thing in combat? Anyone?"
>"Form"
>"Yomi" Knowing how to read your opponent's actions and respond appropriately.
>"Winning"
>"Strength"
>"Knowing when to fight"
>Say nothing

>>2973835
>"Yomi"
They probably want us to say knowing when to fight though

>>2973843
We should literally say yomi and spill our spaghetti

>>2973842
>"Yomi"

>>2973842
>"Yomi"

>>2973843
>>2973850
>>2973914
"Yomi!" You blurt out.
You feel everyone else's eyes upon you.
"For those of you who aren't aware, your classmate is referring to the concept of knowing your opponent, anticipating his movements, and countering them. A good answer, but not the one I'm looking for."
Joan raises her hand. "Knowing when to fight?"
"Another good answer- if we were discussing Hero Ethics. While choosing your battles is wise, let's assume you must fight."
Vincent chuckles. "It's obvious. The only important thing in a fight is winning the fight."
"Half-right. If a confrontation has let to combat, everyone involved has already lost."
Argus closes his hand. "Conviction. Conviction is everything. When you face an opponent, your mind must focus on one thing only; ending the combat with your enemy subdued. You could master every form, have refined your Quirk to its apex, and know everything about your foe- but if your heart wavers and your opponent's does not, you will fail."
He turns his back. "A true villain's heart is filled with a dark conviction; if it was not, they would be easily subdued without a fight, or surrender at once. Therefore, your heart must be filled with a just conviction and pure intentions to victor."

He points back at your group. "White Moon recipients, step forward!"
The group parts to let you through. You come forward along with Joan, Duke, and Henrietta.
John walks up to the back wall and touches a panel. It slides open, and a bristling armory slides out. Virtually every kind of weapon, from simple knives to assault rifles, are represented.
"The guns will only fire rubber bullets designed to bruise instead of kill, and as you can see, the practice weapons are made of advanced polymers designed to not leave lasting injury.
Take whatever weapon you feel comfortable with and come into the circle, please."

>Choose your weapon.

>>2973842
>"Yomi"
So are we a member of the SNK master race, or a filthy Capcom peasant?

>>2974016
We play anime fighters

>>2974014
A bunch of hard rubber balls.
>>2974020
Hey, as long as we're not a filthy BlazBlue casual, that's acceptable too.

>>2974014
Supporting >>2974049

>>2974049
This

I think we would be into guilty gear since it's so oki heavy

>>2974063
And that is totally fine by me. GG is easily the best "anime" fighting game. And on that topic I've actually always hated that term, the genre has been animu as fuck essentially from its inception. Usually it's used to refer to air dashers, but because of that, there are 2d and 2.5d fighting games literally licensed from existing anime, that aren't "anime" fighting games in the sense most people mean.

>>2974089
I like the idea that we're into fighting games since it fucks with our quirk enough that we can actually enjoy them, single player games are to easy thanks to or quirk

>>2974114
Yeah, EXECUTION would be easy for us, but the factor of the other player...
Actually that would also give a good reason for us to have immediately answered with yomi!
It's the main source of challenge for us in fighting games, and one of the two parts we had to really try to git gud at, the other being just putting in the time to develop the muscle memory, so from our perspective it IS the most important thing.
Pad or stick? I refuse to believe we'd be a filthy hitbox heretic.

>>2974129
How much money do we have? I'd say we probably play with a stick unless we can't afford it

>>2974114
Not necessarily. Platformers are easy enough, but when you start to get into singleplayer games with lots and lots of moving parts, like RPGs, RTS, and 4X, the ability to number-crunch your way to victory breaks down.
>>2974129
>>2974139
Stick. Your father was big into the scene in his day and got you learned on one because he's a purist about the original arcade experience.

>>2974049
>>2974055
>>2974063
You pick up a set of dozen small rubber weights. Henrietta grabs a brace of throwing knives. Duke stares at the weapons for a second, before grabbing a SMG from the rack and loading it with a professional air. Joan just shakes her head.
"Mr. Argus, if you don't mind, I'd like to just fight with my fists."
Your teacher nods. "If that is your wish. Now, please stand in the corners of the fighting square."
As you walk to your corner, Argus settles into a lotus position in the middle of the arena.
"Okay... what now, teacher?"
"Attack me."
"Excuse me?"
"Attack me. Any way you like, in your own time."

Your group share a look. Argus's hands are resting palms-up on his knees, and what you can see of his face has a perfectly neutral expression.

You can easily hit him from his current position... but you know in your heart it's not going to be that easy.

>Throw one ball to test the waters
>Fill the air around Argus with balls
>Wait for someone else to attack

>>2974154
>Throw one ball to test the waters

>>2974154
>Coordinate a joint attack.
The balls are gonna work best coming from blind angles, being a nasty surprise. Plus, we'd have to be stupid not to make use of our 4-to-1 numerical advantage.

>>2974154
Supporting >>2974170

>>2974170
>>2974172
Do we know his quirk? we might want to figure it out before trying something serious

>>2974177
You've never heard of Argus, but that iron band around his eyes doesn't seem to interfere with his movements. He's also muscular in a limber way, so his Quirk is more likely to be augmentation-based or close-ranged as opposed to energy projection or something more esoteric.

>>2974177
Well, he's got eyes all over his shit so either he's a super dedicated Venom main (good taste if so), his costume theme is random, or its something related to seeing real good.

>>2974177
I have a slight hunch at what the 'All-Seeing Hero' Argus' quirk may be

>>2974161
this then
>>2974170

>>2974161
This

If Henrietta and David and David where in opposite sides of the squares could they combine their projectiles?

They'd need practice to properly do it but with their Quirks they could probably keep passing things at each other and going with unexpected trajectories while Joan tries to maul the teacher and Duke supports her or tries to asfixiate him.

Probably not gonna work but since the teacher isn't going all out how do you like the idea?

>>2974161
>>2974484
>>2974631
Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained. You throw a fastball at Argus's head, adding a bit of curve to it to make its path hard to predict-
Viper-fast, one of Argus's hands swats your ball off trajectory, ricocheting it towards Duke's hands. The resulting sting makes him drop his mock-SMG.
"Intelligent. You're trying to assess what I'm capable of. Well, let me make this easy for you: my Quirk allows me to perceive everything that happens within 50 meters of myself with pin-point accuracy; I knew you were going to throw at that angle because I could sense the movement of your individual muscle groups. This, of course, helps compensate for the fact that my natural eyes and ears are completely non-functional, save for the fact that I cannot watch movies or appreciate color. Everything else I am capable of doing is the result of personal discipline, not my Quirk-"
Joan suddenly sprints out of her corner, fist cocked back to punch the back of Argus's head. You doubt you'll have more than a second before Argus negates her attack.

>Launch a fusillade of throws in the opening (odds uncertain)
>Signal to Henrietta to throw her knives (odds uncertain)
>Wait for Duke to retrieve his SMG, then launch a three-man assault (odds uncertain; high likelihood Joan will be disabled by this point)

>>2974997
>>Launch a fusillade of throws in the opening (odds uncertain)

>>2974997
>Launch a fusillade of throws in the opening (odds uncertain)

>>2974997
>>Launch a fusillade of throws in the opening (odds uncertain)
Doesn't matter if he can see it coming if he doesn't have time to react to it.

>>2974997
>Launch a fusillade of throws in the opening (odds uncertain)
>Signal to Henrietta to throw her knives (odds uncertain)
Barrage him

>>2974997
>Launch a fusillade of throws in the opening (odds uncertain)
>Signal to Henrietta to throw her knives (odds uncertain)

>>2974997
Throw multiple balls and have them bounce off each other to try and hit him.

>>2975001
>>2975003
>>2975007
As Argus extends one hand behind him, you wind up and throw your balls in a wide spread; he won't be able to block all of these AND stop Joan from sucker-punching him at once!
Roll 1d100. Lower is better, best of three.

Rolled 73 (1d100)

>>2975131

Rolled 37 (1d100)

>>2975131

Rolled 66 (1d100)

>>2975131

>>2975147
Your balls fly like a rain of judgement towards Argus as he grabs Joan by the leg and-tips her over his shoulder into the path of the incoming balls.
"Good, good. Always try to take advantage-"
He kicks one of your balls at Duke's groin, causing him to double over and drop his gun again- "-of a lapse in your enemy's focus."
"Like this, teach?"
A whirl of knives sail out of Henrietta's corner, rising into the air before dive-bombing Argus. As he raises his arms to guard against them, a single knife suddenly zips in a half-circle, burying itself in his chest armor.
"Very well-done. I cannot see the future, nor can I be everywhere at once, so launching an attack from an unexpected angle, or at an inopportune moment, was the best approach; although without your attacks coming in rapid succession, I doubt any of you would have landed a hit; save, perhaps Duke. A gun is a powerful weapon; if you do not hesitate while using it. As for the rest of you: notice how, even though these four have known each other for one day, they have begun to develop good coordination. Even without planning, they were willing to play off each other and take advantage of openings they made. Learn from this."

"Now, I will separate you into sparring pairs to gain a measure of your relative abilities. You will fight with these riot batons; your goal is to pin your opponent on the ground, make them drop their weapon, or strike their neck. A best-out-of-three system will be used for scoring. You will fight three of your classmates today; the first round will be purely random, but the next two will be based on your results in the previous rounds."
-"William Kane, you will fight Hector Peron."
-"Rebecca Jackson, you will fight Vincent Kilenrock."
-"Carey Allen, you will fight Reginald Darger."
-"Peter Blake, you will fight Walter Clarkson."
-"Harry Barber, you will fight Ryan Ferris."
-"John Carlson, Keane Carter."
-"Apollo Jones, Joanna Smith."
-"David Fischer, Joan Schwartz."
-"Henrietta Bonney, Clarissa Hayden."
-"And Duke Labeaux, you will fight Joshua Sheen."
"Since they're both in the circle already...I would like for David and Joan to start us off."

>I object, teacher-she'll destroy me.
>Alright.
>(Whisper to Joan) Just take it easy on me, okay?

>>2975362
>Alright.
We can take our lumps

>>2975362
>Alright
.>Let's have a good match!

Alright, can she directly control things that she has yet to touch? I think she can only impact the inertia of shit she's touched right? So we should be fine. We just can't use our quirk to predict how she'll attack.

>>2975362
>Alright

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>>2975362
>Alright.
Riot baton, you say?

>>2975362
>(Whisper to Joan) Just take it easy on me, it's my first time.
Wink at her while we say this.

>>2975382
Oh wait, misread. I thought we were fighhting Henrietta.

So, Joan. She's strong and we are not. I suppose we could push her off balance?

>>2975362
>Alright

>>2975391
This. If we can make musclewaifu flustered, maybe it'll distract her enough that it'll create an opening for us

>>2975406
She's strong, but is she tough?
Because if not, then we should target joints and try to eliminate her mobility. Maybe test her strength against some compliance techniques.
If she feels pain, then a good come-along can still work.

>>2975419
All we really need to do is make her drop her weapon or strike her neck. If we had anything on us we could throw we could probably hit one of her fingers hard enough to hurt and instinctively drop her weapon. Throwing our weapon is really risky though, she could dodge and we'd be screwed. I don't think winning by pin is a viable option.

>>2975428
Yeah, we'll never overpower her, but most police compliance techniques are all about targeting nerve clusters and hurting like hell.

>>2975435
But do we know where those are IC? I mean, we'd probably know a few places that are tender but I don't know about knowing exactly where on the body we'd have to hit to get a certain reaction.

>>2975458
True. Definitely something we should learn long-term, though. Our Quirk makes precision strikes a natural fit for a fighting style.

>>2975458
the temple, solar plexus, kidney shots, literally any joints, her chin

>>2975468
We don't want to actually hurt her so I'd think temple is out, solar plexus would probably crack a few ribs if we're not careful, a kidney shot I'll definitely give you, I'm not sure if we know the location of joints on the human body, and I doubt we could get close enough for a chin shot without getting KO'd.

Kidney shot is definitely the most viable option, those hurt like a bitch. But can we get close enough without going down?

>>2975529
>I'm not sure if we know the location of joints on the human body
Anon, do you know what joints are?
Pretty sure we know where knees, elbows, wrists, shoulders, knuckles, hips, and ankles are.

>>2975542
Oh yeah, I was thinking of nerve clusters. There's still the question of exactly how we'll hit those without getting hit.

>>2975553
Oh yeah, that's something to study long term in order to refine our fighting style.

>>2975373
>>2975382
>>2975386
>>2975409
You nod.

You stand in one corner; Joan in the other. She tosses her baton up and down playfully.
"Just so you know, I'm not gonna just let you win!"
"I-I'd certainly hope not!" Did you just stutter?
You think about the best approach to this; obviously, you can't pin her, so... try and strike her hand or her neck?
You see Joan's legs drop into a sprinting stance. Based off her "normal" speed from last night, she's going to cross the arena and hit you in 2 seconds at most. There isn't going to be any time to react once she's moving; you'll have to decide your tactics now.
>Brace and try to hit her wrist (40-60% odds of succeeding, based on her approach)
>Try to get inside her reach and strike the neck (30-75% odds of succeeding, based on her approach.)

>>2975672
>nut on her forehead

>>2975672
>Try to get inside her reach and strike the neck (30-75% odds of succeeding, based on her approach.)

>>2975672
>>Try to get inside her reach and strike the neck (30-75% odds of succeeding, based on her approach.)

>>2975672
>Try to get inside her reach and strike the neck (30-75% odds of succeeding, based on her approach.)
The sooner we end this the better. We can't afford an extended brawl with a strength-based Enhancer.

>>2975672
>Try to get inside her reach and strike the neck (30-75% odds of succeeding, based on her approach.)

>>2975672

>>Try to get inside her reach and strike the neck (30-75% odds of succeeding, based on her approach.)


>>2975677

> thinks he can rub one out in two seconds

Mad lad

>>2975709
120 frames isn't fast enough we need to get down to at least sub 15

>>2975672
>"I-I'd certainly hope not!" Did you just stutter?
kek, apparently our suaveness rating is 0. Maybe next time

>Try to get inside her reach and succ I mean strike the neck
The neck is one of the more erotic areas of the body

>>2975672
Will we lose if we throw out baton? It says you lose if you make someone drop it, not throw it.

>>2975692
>>2975695
>>2975697
>>2975706
>>2975709
>>2975715
Here she comes, arms wide to seize you in an embrace. You ready yourself to strike...
Roll 1d100, 75 and under succeeds; best of three.

Rolled 11 (1d100)

>>2976034

Rolled 82 (1d100)

>>2976034
GONNA STRIKE THAT NECK GOOD

Rolled 37 (1d100)

>>2976034

>>2976040
Are doubles crits?

Rolled 83 (1d100)

>>2976034
>Here she comes, arms wide to seize you in an embrace.
W-wew. Rolling to embrace musclewaifu back

>>2976051
I think he said they were last thread.

>>2976051
Yes.
>>2976040
Joan moves to tackle you to the ground, but your baton smacks her in the neck.
"Ow!"
Argus nods. "Again."
You return to your corners. Joan rolls her shoulder. You study her form, looking for an opening- and all of a sudden Joan's an inch away from your face, her arm already coming around for a neck strike.
>Try to block
>Try to dodge
>Try to counter-strike

>>2976109
>>Try to counter-strike

>>2976109
>Try to counter-strike

>>2976109
>Try to counter-strike

>>2976109
>>Try to counter-strike

>>2976109

> Try to counter-strike

And this kids, is why super-speed always beats super-reflexes.

>>2976109
>Try to counter-strike

>>2976109
>Try to dodge
>Try to counter-strike
Make it look cool so we can impress her

>>2976114
>>2976116
>>2976123
>>2976128
>>2976140
>>2976182
You desperately try to counter-swing!
Roll 1d100. Lower is better.

Rolled 89 (1d100)

>>2976195

Rolled 36 (1d100)

>>2976195

Rolled 29 (1d100)

>>2976195

Rolled 30 (1d100)

>>2976195

HI-YAAAAH

Rolled 38 (1d100)

>>2976195
This will get her attention!

>>2976199
Joan twists her wrist slightly. There's a brief stinging sensation in your hand, and your baton bounces off the wall.
"Told you I just wouldn't let you win."
"Good, Ms. Schwartz. Mr. Fischer, retrieve your baton! Good! Now: again!"

You assess your situation; you're not going to be able to beat Joan either in strength or speed; your only choice is to outplan her.

>Throw your baton at her neck before she can do anything
>Try and sweep her legs
>Try to dodge and then counter her next pass.

>>2976219
>Leave your guard open deliberately, and counter once she takes the bait.

>>2976219
>Throw your baton at her neck before she can do anything

>>2976223

This

>>2976223
This, aim for her legs, try to trip her up

>>2976223
fake a stumble or something, but supporting

>>2976354
A stumble would be way less obvious as bait

>>2976219
>>Throw your baton at her neck before she can do anything

>>2976354
>>2976360

Agreed.

>>2976223
>>2976250
>>2976257
>>2976354
You step towards Joan, deliberately leaving your guard open. You know you'll only get one shot at this...
Roll.

>>2976578

Rolled 10 (1d100)

>>2976578

Rolled 24 (1d100)

>>2976578
Joan is justice.

Rolled 13 (1d100)

>>2976578

Hoo fuck

>>2976585

That's a funny way to spell Henrietta

>>2976582
You watch Joan's legs as they brace for a burst of speed; and then grasp your baton with both hands and swing firmly across the path of her hand. Her baton sails out of her hand.
"Impressive, Mr Fischer. Please, you and Joan take a seat while the next pair fight."

You settle yourself back onto the benches while the punk kid and Walter step into the ring.

>Pay attention to the fight
>Relax until its your turn
(If there's any fights you want to see before your next one, respond here with them so I can write them up. Match-ups here >>2975362 )

>>2976612
>>Pay attention to the fight

Muscle waifu is best girl

>>2976612
Is [All of Them] a viable response? It'd be nice to at least get a quick summary of how each person uses their powers in combat. And, to be honest, I feel like doing so would be in character for David

>>2976624
It'd take me a while, but yes.

>>2976625
Thanks!
>>2976623
Indeed!

>>2976612
Supporting >>2976624

>>2976612
Hell yeah, let me get in on this action
>>2976624
This, but also give musclewaifu some compliments. Don't want her thinking she's dumb or ineffective or something. Gotta keep on her good side after all. Maybe give her the ol bedroom eyes while we're at it

Just caught up on this, the quest looks fuckin baller my man!
You should get a tripcode though, QM. And a twitter, so I can follow you for whenever there's a new thread.

>>2976723
Same

>We a GG patrician
This quest gets better by the thread. Who do we main?

Also this is some good shit OP, keep it coming. You should probably get a trip.

>>2976748
I'd like to think it'd be someone unexpected like Potemkin.

>>2976748
We probably just inately know how to use venoms balls

>>2976748
Which iteration we prefer is kind of necessary info to answer that in a satisfying manner.

>>2977094
We're in the future, we probably don't play a version of GG that actually exists

>>2976624
>>2976670
>>2976634
You nudge Joan while your classmates are squaring up. "You would have won if my timing was even slightly off. The gap between us in terms of power is massive."
Joan shrugs. "Yeah, but that doesn't matter if I don't improve. You were able to predict my movements; if I want to be a pro, I can't let that happen."
In the ring, Peter flips his baton over a few times while Walter digs through his pockets. Both of them just stare down at each other across the arena.
"Begin!"
Walter starts sprinting in; suddenly, every hair on Peter's body stands on end. He waves an arm and a dozen small needles prick at Walter's right arm. His hand opens in shock and his baton bounces off of the ground.
"Mr. Clarkson, pull those hairs out of your arm. Again!"
Peter Blake. Quirk: "Porcupine". He can stiffen his body hairs, turning them into quills! In this state, he can even detach them from his body easily.
In the second round, Walter pulls a photo out of his pocket and flings it at Peter as soon as the round starts. The photo unfolds mid-flight into a weighted net that falls on top of Peter. While the punk struggles to remove it with one arm, Walter simply walks up and pokes him in the neck with his baton.
"Good. Again!"
Peter doesn't even bother to move from his corner in the third round: his hairs rise up and he starts throwing them at Walter... who pulls a rumpled magazine page out of his pocket and snaps it into a riot shield. Peter tries to hold his ground, but the baton in his hand goes flying once he catches the receiving end of Walter's bull rush.
"Well done, Mr. Clarkson. Jones, Smith; forward."

You can see Joanna's permanent grin is full of nervous energy as she steps into the ring. "Hey... could you, like, not aim for my face, okay? I don't want skin cancer there."
Apollo laughs. "I'm not gonna use my Quirk on you, girl. It wouldn't be fair, since you can't really use yours."
"Really! Thanks!"
Two short rounds later, Joanna trudges back into the stands, rubbing her wrist.
"Oww... that really stings..."
"Sorry! Here, let me show you what you were screwing up..."
"Jackson, Kilenrock."

Rebecca giggles as Vincent rolls his shoulder. "Just imagine I'm a villain~"
"That requires very little imagination."
Vincent seems to be using some kind of martial art- maybe that Brazilian one with the sticks, the name eludes you at the moment- but Rebecca, despite lacking form, is taller, has a longer reach, and seems to be unnerving Vincent with her mutterings and shrieks that accompany each swing. She takes the set 2-1.
"What'd daddy think, Vincent?~ His own son not winning~"
"He'd think that this sort of training isn't necessary for me."
"And he would be wrong, Mr. Kilenrock. Everyone should be able to defend themselves. Sheen, Labeaux."

(cont.)

>>2977108
I doubt Guilty Gear will outlive Daisuke. That series is his baby, and I just can't see it working without him at the helm.

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Posting a possible hero costume since some other anon said Numberman in the previous thread.I know he didn't mean this one but it could work.

Use that backpack thing for supplies,throwing weapons and a retractable baton or other main weapon.The mask could maybe have a HUD or enhance vision,peripherically or in long distances or whatever you can come up with.Maybe have some pistols with rubber proyectiles as well.

And of course change those boots for something you can actually walk with.

>>2977130
I could see them keeping the IP alive or making a spiritual sequel besides blaze blue

>>2977128
Duke steps into the ring opposite....crystal guy. He's wearing a blue formal suit today.
"Mr. Lambeaux. You're a transformer, yes? This will be an interesting fight."
"Sure. Ain't thrown down with a proper hetromorph before. Well, les' go."
Duke's body starts boiling to smoke-and then Sheen's face flares into blinding light as he sprints, and Duke's arms come up over his eyes. THWOCK. The baton goes spinning out of Duke's hands.
Joshua Sheen. Quirk: "Crystalline". He can alter the facets of his crystal-like body, altering the way it reflects and refracts light!
"Making an amateur mistake like that? How did you get into this school in the first place?"
"By not bein' an asshole, asshole."
"Both of you, enough. Again."
Duke comes in swinging with his head down, and manages to tackle Sheen to the ground hard. You hear a tinkling noise, and Sheen yells in pain.
"You OAF! You just put a crack in my back!"
"Nah, erryone has one of those."
"Lambeaux, off him. Sheen; can you fight?"
"Yes. It just hurts like a- quite badly."
"Then fight. Again!"
Lambeaux takes the third round handily; you can see that Sheen's moving gingerly, trying to put as little stress on his back muscles as possible.
"Kane, Peron."

Kane stretches his wings as he gets into his corner, their vast, leathery wingspan casting a shadow over his half of the arena. "Pleashe be careful with me. My bonesh are fragile."
"I will try my best."
"I suppose I should mention this; Mr. Kane, please do not fly during this exercise."
"Undershtood, Mishter Argush."
The first round starts with Hector sprinting out of his corner; and being slapped across the face by one of Billy's arms. The other swats his neck with the baton. Not very surprising to you; Hector's fairly short and Billy's over seven feet tall. What does surprise you is the extent of the bruising his "slap" leaves on Hector's face; seems like he's a lot stronger than those lanky arms would lead you to believe.
Round two, you know, will be different; with those bruises there's no way that Hector's Quirk didn't activate. Sure enough, Hector bursts forward towards Kane, who doesn't seem to be moving. Instead, he's just stretched his wings, closed his eyes, and-
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
The sound seems to be louder than the whole world. You don't just hear it; you feel it in your teeth and sinuses. You involuntarily cover up your ears in an attempt to shut it out. When it stops, the noise keeps ringing in your ears and the world seems to swim around you. Through the haze, you can see Hector doubled over, his baton discarded. You can hear Argus's muffled voice calling the next group up.
William Kane. Quirk: "Chiroptera". His divergent biology grants him a number of bat-like abilities, including flight, echolocation, near-immunity to disease, and the ability to generate a stunning ultrasonic "scream"! His muscles are strong, but his bones are hollow.

>>2977177
>Super screams
Damn
>>2977108
>>2977130
>>2977159
We can probably assume we're playing a 4th or fifth edition (Xth?), maybe we're more into games of the older generations?
Or just go KoF 30 with Bogard's son.

>>2977177
The next match is between Reggie and the guy who was napping on the bus. He looks like he just woke up, even though you're pretty sure he was watching every match.
"Hey, are you alright, man? You look really sweaty,"
"I'll show you sweaty! Don't underestimate me!"
"Dude. That wasn't some kind of dig or anything."
"...Let's just fight."
Reggie isn't just sweaty, he's clumsy with his stick, too. Carey easily takes him 2-0.
"Mr. Darger, I see you will need some remedial combat lessons. Carlson, Carter."

John Carlson, it emerges, is the guy with a constantly-changing anatomy. He appears to have four arms and horns at the moment. Keane takes one look at him and drops his baton. "I forfeit."
"Explain your reasoning."
"I don't have a lot of direct combat skills, and Carlson's Quirk makes a fight between the two of us in my current state wholly lopsided."
Argus nods. "I accept this- we shall cover this in remedial training."
Carlson looks dejected. "Aww...."
"Bonney, Hayden."

Clarissa glares at Henrietta across the arena. "Come on, cowgirl, show me what you got!"
"Yeah... this is gonna be easy."
Henrietta hefts her baton, then sends it whirling across the battlefield. It swats Clarissa's baton out of her hand and sails back into Henrietta's grasp.
"See?"
Argus nods. "Unorthodox, but I accept it. Again."
"You're right, that was easy. You're... really strong, Henrietta."
"I know, right? This isn't even a contest." Henrietta puffs up her chest as Clarissa walks towards her. "Watch: I can beat you with my eyes closed!" Henrietta closes her eyes and throws her baton again. Clarissa smacks the baton out of the air.
"Sorry!"
Henrietta looks shocked. "...How?" Her face blanches. This whole situation seems... weird to you. You've only known Henrietta for a day, but this seems very different from how she normally acts.
Henrietta wildly throws her baton a third time, and Clarissa drops to the ground and lets it sail over her.
"I...I..." Tears start flowing from Henrietta's eyes as she returns to her seat.

(cont.)

>>2977262
Some sort of pride boosting quirk?

>>2977262
And then Harry, in all his goth glory, stands across from Bone Guy. As he picks up his baton, you see his hand twitch and erupt into a cluster of bones anchoring the baton firmly in their midst.
Ryan Harris. Quirk: "Ossify". He can control his own abnormally-hard skeletal system, causing it to grow and mutate wildly! His body can regenerate from any injuries caused by his own skeletal distortions.
"Last chance to tap out, Harry."
Harry shakes his head. "Not gonna happen."
"Fine." Ryan winces slightly as a half-dozen bone spikes thrust up from his collarbone and begin weaving into each other, forming a gorget of ivory. "Just don't hate me later."
Harry holds the baton like a knife as he comes at Ryan; and is met by a brutal backhand followed by the baton-nub smacking his own baton into the dirt.
"Again."
This time, Harry starts sprinting, baton ready- and Ferris extends his left hand. His gorget retracts and his bone-nub goes back to being a hand as his left arm erupts into a revolting, slithering mass of bone that rapidly encircles Harry's torso and encases him from the chest-down in bone. "Do standing pins count, teacher?"
"That is sufficient, Mr. Ferris."
"The second round's matchups will be:
-Apollo Jones versus William Kane
-Carey Allen versus Ryan Ferris
-John Carlson versus Duke Lambeaux
-David Fischer versus Walter Clarkson
-Clarissa Hayden versus Rebecca Jackson
-Joan Schwartz versus Joshua Sheen
-Peter Blake versus Vincent Kilenrock
-Henrietta Bonney versus Reginald Darger
-Hector Peron versus Joanna Smith
-Harry Barber versus Keane Carter

"Fischer, Clarkson- come forward. You are to start us off."
You take your position in the arena. Walter shrugs at you. "To be honest, I'm pretty sure I'm going to lose this; but I think it'll be a good learning opportunity."
You can see Walter's off hand is digging around in his pockets; no doubt to pull out an illustration that will help him.

>Hang back and let him come to you
>Rush him head-on and try to catch him off-guard
>Try and hit him from the flank, across from his off-hand.

>>2977294
>Try and hit him from the flank, across from his off-hand.

>>2977294
>Try and hit him from the flank, across from his off-hand.

>>2977294

"Stole the words right outta my mouth"

>Try and hit him from the flank, across from his off-hand.

>>2977294
>Try and hit him from the flank, across from his off-hand.

>>2977159
I should clarify, I meant new games.
I could see the dedication of the fanbase keeping ports and remasters going eternally. I just don't see NEW games coming after Daisuke kicks it. His unique brand of insanity is completely inimitable.
>>2977238
>KoF 30
I'm thinking "our game" is Guilty Gear, but we still PLAY other games in the genre, and KoF is definitely on that list if we have taste.
>with Bogard's son
Rock already has his own game, Garou is fucking amazing. And he's already in KoF as of XIV, where he's my boy.
>>2977294
>Try and hit him from the flank, across from his off-hand.
He's been zoning, so get up in his face and don't let him.

>>2977294
>Try and hit him from the flank, across from his off-hand.
Nothing's a sure thing, Walt. Impress me!

>>2977299
>>2977300
>>2977302
>>2977304
>>2977313
>>2977315
"Don't be too sure. C'mon-surprise me!"
You start sprinting along Clarkson's strong side- making sure any tricks he has in his pockets will have to be thrown crossiwse at you. You calculate the angle needed for a neck-strike and swing!

Roll: need 45 or under to succeed, best of three.

Rolled 42 (1d100)

>>2977349

Rolled 48 (1d100)

>>2977349

Rolled 80 (1d100)

>>2977349

>>2977354

Tch, close call.

Rolled 52 (1d100)

>>2977349

>>2977354
You see Walter's hand come out of his pocket with some kind of ball, but it's too late for him; you roll his wrist along your baton to make him drop his.own.
"Again."

As you walk back, you see Walter's pocket bulge a bit. As the next round starts, you see why as he pulls out a taser gun and levels it at you.
You have the angle of the dodge solved by the time he pulls the trigger; but are you fast enough to get out of the way?
Roll: need 35 or under to succeed, best of three.

Rolled 88 (1d100)

>>2977410

Rolled 63 (1d100)

>>2977410
Now you're thinking!

Rolled 46 (1d100)

>>2977410

>>2977423
>>2977418
>>2977415
SHITTO
You have this round, Walt! Well done!

>>2977423
OW. Your veins feel like white-hot fire as you spasm under the taser's bite. But it is but a second before it fizzles out.
"Mr. Clarkson, please restrain yourself. Mr. Fischer must fight more after this. Give him a moment to have his chest bandaged. Now... again."

Your muscles ache a little bit, but otherwise you're ready to continue. As the round starts, Clarkson starts rushing in; not the strategy he's used up until now...
>Receive him (stay in place and hit him on the charge)
>Try and dodge out of his way
>Surprise him with a throw

>>2977450
>Surprise him with a throw
Bank it off the floor and right up into his gut.

>>2977450
>Surprise him with a throw

>>2977450

>Try and dodge out of his way

A throw's too risky and I'm not in the market to tank a riot-shield.

>>2977450
>Surprise him with a throw
Better! Keep it up, Walt! Keep your enemy on guard!

>>2977450
>Surprise him with a throw

>>2977450
>Surprise him with a throw

>>2977465
>>2977468
>>2977471
>>2977474
>>2977538
Angle: 20 degrees. Throwing speed: 35 mph. Gyrational force...

Roll. 60 or under passes. Best of three.

Rolled 33 (1d100)

>>2977574

Rolled 14 (1d100)

>>2977574
...But at the same time, don't allow your opponent to do the same to you!

Rolled 7 (1d100)

>>2977574

>>2977594
Your baton bounces off Walter's neck, causing him to stumble and sputter.
"Good. Keep your enemy on their guard; but try to not let your own lapse."
"kaff Yeah... sure."
"Mr. Fischer, please help Mr. Clarkson to his seat... but well done."

You walk him back while the next match sets up.
"Did you really... have to peg me in the throat?"

>It was the best move
>Sorry
>Did you really have to tase me in the chest?

(Side-note: which of the second set's matches do you want to see? Or do you just want them all again? Just want to give the option.)

>>2977618
>It was the best move
>Sorry

>>2977618

>Sorry

>>2977594
>7
Big oof, Walt
>>2977313
I mean, yeah our main game is GG (and that's why I mentioned a 4th/5th), but branching off will be a necessity if the brand dies out with Ishiwatari. Fighters aren't as fun if there's no community around.
The KoF bit was meant to be a joke tbt, should have gone with Bogard's great-grandson.

>>2977618
>Sorry about that, but I'll call it even with the taser.

>>2977618
>It was the best move
Gotta do what you gotta do to win, Walt. Like you and your taser. By the way, good shot with that!
>Pat him on the back

I kind of want to see the other matches again, but if there's any more sets after that, I think I'd rather just skip them at that point. Except for Joan's matches. We can always make time for Joan.

>>2977145
That's pretty good, and fits with the colorful and over the top aesthetic MHA has.. The Number Man I was referring to (also known as Harbinger) didn't even wear a costume in his later years. And even as a teen, his costume was basically just a really baggy hoodie with a snarling demon mask. Not exactly the kind of thing a hero would be wearing. I do like the name Harbinger though, maybe we can ourselves that too?

>>2977655
We should call ourselves normal man and pretend to not have a quirk when really all normal refers to is the normal model

>>2977145
That's pretty dumb looking. I love it.

>>2977618
>It was the best move
>Sorry

>>2977661
>not dubbing ourself "Rain Man"
Do you even 246?

>>2977998
Did our dad show us the movie? It would be pretty cool to be named after what is probably in universe an obscure movie reference

>>2978023
I get the feeling some people who do get it would be offended, though.

>>2977629
>>2977655
>>2977984
"Sorry, but it was the best move I could make."
"I get it... it just stings."

The next fight is Henrietta and Reggie. It looks like whatever causes him to sweat slime is working overtime, because he looks like he just got a bucket of water dumped over his head.
"Okay... DEFINITELY not going down this time!"
"Dude... do you need a towel?"
"OH YEAH?! Have you thought that maybe you need a towel!??!?" His voice cracks at the end of "towel".
"Whatever, greaseball. Let's do this."
THWACK. THWACK. And Reggie goes limping back to the bleachers while Henrietta desperately tries to wipe the bits of sweat-slime off of her baton.

Harry and Keane are up next. The latter seems a lot more confident than during his "match" with Carlson.
"Alright, let's get this over with." Keane just nods.
Harry's got a reach advantage on Keane and they're roughly in the same weight class, but to your astonishment, Keane seems to have the skill advantage. He takes quick, swirling steps and ducks and weaves around Harry's strikes, waiting until an opening presents itself before striking the neck with surgical precision. Harry gets a hit on him, but the match goes Keane's way. Harry extends a hand once the match is over.
"Damn. You have some wheels on you, don't you?"
Keane just shakes his hand. When he sits down, you notice him suddenly exhale and start to tremble.

Clarissa and Rebecca are next into the arena. Rebecca flashes her one of her razor-edged smiles. "I really don't like you."
"That makes two of us, you psycho bitch. Tell me, did you parents give you that stupid blindfold because they didn't want to look you in the eyes anymore?"
"I'LL GODDAMN KILL YOU YOU SHALLOW WHORE!!!" The teasing edge drains out of Rebecca's voice, replaced with acid. She throws herself at Clarissa- who sidesteps and strikes her neck.
"Nice try sweetie!~"
"I'LL KILL YOU!"
Rebecca whirls around and punches Clarissa in the face.
"Rebecca! You are disqualified. I know it is difficult, but keep your emotions in control. Do not let them use you."
Clarissa has a knowing smirk as she sits down. Rebecca looks half-fuming, half-...scared?

>>2978454

Ah, Clarissa's Quirk lets her intensify emotions!

>>2978454
Apollo and Billy square up after the girls sit down. Apollo flexes his offhand palm.
"Look, man, you wanna do a truce? You don't do that scream thing, I won't use my Quirk."
"Shorry, but I don't think that'sh in the shpirit of thish."
Apollo shrugs. "Okay, but I'm gonna warn you; these bad boys HURT."
The first round opens with Apollo spreading his off-hand open and a ray of blaring white pouring forth from his palm. Billy runs forward into the light, even as you see the skin on his shoulder start to turn a deep, aching red-and suddenly snaps open his wings and swings them in front of him, kicking up a cloud of dust. In the scuffle, you see a baton roll onto the side of the arena. When the dust clears, Billy is busy grabbing his shoulder and wincing, empty-handed.
"Billy, aloe vera. Again."
Apollo warms up another light-ray, but Billy's wings snap open again and launch him into the air. He falls onto Apollo like a lead balloon and pins him to the earth.
"On the edge, Billy, but acceptable. Again."
Billy braces himself against the ground and launches himself across the arena, swatting Apollo on the wrist before he can raise his hand.
"Man. You're tough, aren't you?"
"I guessh."

Joan steps up into the arena- but Joshua remains seated.
"Mr. Sheen, step forward."
"Are you joking? That gorilla will break me in half!"
"Very well; you forfeit. But I would suggest you get used to minor skin fractures."
Joan looks dejected.

Next is Peter and Vincent. They give each other a hard stare as they walk into the arena.
"You think you're a big deal because of your dad?"
"No. I think I'm a big deal because I'm me."
Their fight is impressively technical; Vincent's form being countered by short bursts of hair-needles from Peter. Eventually, Vincent pulls out a win.

Hector shakes his head as Joanna steps into the arena.
"This is not fair to either of us, teacher! Neither of us will learn anything from this!"
"C'mon! I listened to Apollo, so I feel like I stand a chance now!"
"...Fine, but do not expect me to restrain myself because you are of the fairer sex!"
Either Hector isn't as good of a fighter as he seems, or he lied when he said that; you spot several openings that Hector fails to take advantage of in their fight. Joanna does manage to acquit herself better in this round; she even manages to get a strike on Hector.

>>2978539
>"Are you joking? That gorilla will break me in half!"
We must defend the lady's honor at the soonest opportunity!
>Joan looks dejected.
Aw, don't worry Joan. We'll be your sparring partner.

>>2978539
John and Duke square off across from each other. John smiles and extends one of his arms.
"Fair play?"
"Fair play."
As the round starts, Duke runs in; and has his legs swept out from under him by John's lower arms. A quick blow to the wrist makes him drop his baton.
"I thought y'all said fair play!"
"Can't help my body."
"Fine. So tha's how it is, huh?"
The next round starts with Duke bursting into a cloud of smoke and swirling around John. Suddenly, he coalesces to his left and smacks him in the neck.
"I thought you said fair play!"
"I can't help mah Quirk."
John glowers. "Alright then."
As the two square up for the next round, you notice points on John's neck start to pucker. His face falls. "Aw crap."
The puckers "burst" into four eyes-two on each neck.
"This is going to give me such a headache."
John Carlson. Quirk: "Darwin". His body is in a constant state of mutational flux; minor mutations emerge and fade based on their situational usefulness, while larger mutations emerge in times of stress. He can't control when or where mutations form, or what form they take, although he can force a "reset" with enough effort.
Duke erupts into a smoke cloud again; John starts slowly circling, until the smoke starts to rush towards a point behind him. He whirls around and smacks the baton out of Duke's hand mid-strike.
"Nice try-oh, oh, oh, spun around too fast..."
John drunkenly lumbers back to his seat, while Duke strides back to his.

And then there was Carey and Ryan. Ryan flexes one hand contemplatively. "Gonna give you the same deal I gave the last guy. One chance to give up."
"Thanks, I guess, but... nah."
"Fine."
Ryan opens with turning his off-hand into a snaking wave of bone again- and Carey steps aside as if it were an annoying dog. He touches its side as he calmly walks towards Ryan.
"So... yeah, you can't move with all that bone, right? Yep, looks like it."
He taps Ryan's neck. "Boop."
The bone-stuff retracts as Ryan re-grows a gorget in his corner and turns his right hand into a mess of bony growths again.
"Has anyone told you you probably have anger issues?"
Ryan runs at him in response; and suddenly stops as Carey lays an outstretched palm on his chest.
"Seriously, man. Get that sorted out."
He taps the back of Ryan's neck. "Boop."

"Very well. The third, and final, round of your combat assessment will be:
-Carey Allen versus Clarissa Hayden
-William Kane versus David Fischer
-Apollo Jones versus John Carlson
-Henrietta Bonney versus Joan Schwartz
-Duke Lambeaux versus Walter Clarkson
-Vincent Kilenrock versus Ryan Ferris
-Peter Blake versus Rebecca Jackson
-Hector Peron versus Keane Carter
-Harry Barber versus Joshua Sheen
-Joanna Smith versus Reginald Darger
David, Kane, come forward."

>There's no chance that you'll take it easy on me?
>Let's do this, Billy!
>Say nothing

>>2978654
>Let's do this, Billy!

>>2978654
Let's have a good match, Billy.

>>2978654

>Let's do this, Billy!

What's Billy's Quirk again?

>>2978654
>Let's do this, Billy!

>>2978671

Never-mind, I'm retarded.

>>2978654
>Let's do this, Billy!
Aw yeah, we got Wild Bill this time. Wave to Joan as we walk out to the arena. This match is dedicated to her.

>>2978671
chiroptera.


carey seems to have a paralytic touch.


Clarissa amps emotions

I've got another request. Can you make like, a pastebin of some sort with known information in it? Like details on teachers and classmates we might know. Maybe our own statistics thrown in there as well.
I'm a brainlet who's having a hard time keeping track of characters.

>>2978685
I was actually just thinking whether I should write up such a thing myself

>>2978685
I'll do that tomorrow. Need sleep.

>>2978695
Good night OP

>>2978695
Night QM

I like the idea of getting regular sparring and workout sessions in with Joan. We've been doing rather well so far anticipating our opponent's movements, it's just our body cant quite keep up with what we want it to do in its current state

Sorry this took a while to get to. Here's a quick factbook about the class, including their current combat records and where their team placed in the race! I'll add more stuff about teachers later: https://pastebin.com/XJQtqAc0


>>2978660
>>2978671
>>2978673
>>2978679
"Let's do this, Billy."

You try to asses Billy's fighting style. He's got the reach advantage, he's more mobile, and he has that scream... Overall, he seems to have the advantage in every aspect- save one... His Quirk gives him a variety of bat-like qualities in addition to pneumatic bones. Maybe there's a way to use that.
>Try and approach with the sun at your back
>Psyche him out by faking a throw, then run in
>Psyche him out by faking a charge, then throw

>>2979810

>Psyche him out by faking a throw, then run in

After our last two matches, he'll be expecting a throw.

>>2979810
>Psyche him out by faking a throw, then run in

>>2979810
>Psyche him out by faking a throw, then run in

>>2979810
>>Try and approach with the sun at your back
>>Psyche him out by faking a throw, then run in

>>2979810
>>Psyche him out by faking a charge, then throw

>>2979810
>Psyche him out by faking a throw, then run in

Let's try not to break his wrist twice in two days, that would be bad manners.

>>2979831
>>2979833
>>2979844
>>2979880
As the round starts, you arc your hand back as if to throw- and Kane crouches and folds his wings around himself like a shield. As you sprint in, you wonder how it must be to be Kane; over seven feet standing, but positively average when he has his long, gaunt limbs folded up. About three paces away, Kane seems to realize what you're trying to do; his wings spray a cloud of dust into your face as he snaps them back and starts unfolding to his full height. You jump to get the neck strike...

Roll. 40 or lower passes, best of three.

Rolled 51 (1d100)

>>2979904

Rolled 60 (1d100)

>>2979904

Rolled 36 (1d100)

>>2979904

Rolled 43 (1d100)

>>2979904

>>2979920

FFF-

>>2979921

FFUU-

>>2979925

Ahhh. Nice save anon.

>>2979925
Barely

>>2979925
You score as light of a swat as you can on Kane's neck. Just from the resistance the baton encounters, you can tell his muscles must be like steel cables.
"Again."
You go back to your corners. As the round starts, you see Billy start to inhale and his eyes close. He's about to scream again. The only way to win you have any confidence in is to throw your baton at him from across the arena just before he starts to scream: something you calculate has a 25% chance of succeeding. Alternatively, you could try and weather the onslaught and strike him in the midst of his shriek.

>Try to withstand the onslaught
>Throw

>>2979969
>Throw

>>2979969
>throw
Balls to the wall time boiis

>>2979969
>>Throw

>>2979969
>Plug your ears and rush him. While shouting at the top of your lungs.

>>2979969
There anything we can do to boost our chances? Say something that shocks him so that he holds still?

>>2979982
He's already holding still; his "scream" seems to demand a lot of focus from him.

>>2979969
>Throw
It's our only chance

>>2979969
>Throw

>>2979973
>>2979974
>>2979978
>>2979990
>>2979996
You throw with as much strength as you can without losing precision.
Roll. 25 or under is a success. Best of three.

Rolled 76 (1d100)

>>2979998

Rolled 85 (1d100)

>>2979998

Rolled 19 (1d100)

>>2979998

>>2980004
YUS