The auditorium was a loud chamber of sound that overwhelmed Melanie. With a folder detailing her new class location under her arm, she scanned the rows of marble benches that circled around a central elevated platform. A glass window outside overlooked the western skyline of the shining Detroit skyscrapers over the placid waters of the straight.
Reporters and cameras surrounded the concrete moat around the platform as more students piled into the curved stands. The scent of honeysuckle wafted through the air vents in the rafters that hung from the ceiling that was invisible with a black ether clung over it. The obsidian walls ensnaring the room reflected the golden trim that gleamed on the edges of the long marble tables where students and parents alike sat in rigid plastic chairs for the orientation session to begin.
Melanie saw the section in the middle and saw an empty seat around the center. She excused herself past a few of the older third year students and scooted towards the middle seat. She sat down and placed the folder on the table. With a quick heave, she opened the thick stack of papers and read the opening page. A warm bristle of pride ran over her spine with the words typed into the folder signifying that she had finally made it to the school of her dreams.
United States Academy Of Heroic Sciences
Before she could read, however, a quick snore cut through her attention. Melanie set the paper down and looked over at the slumped over figure next to her. A nearly emaciated girl pale as a ghost blinked in rapid succession when her bony shoulders jolted back in her seat. The girl, with drool dried on the edge of her lips, wiped at her puffed cheeks while her head threatened to droop again.
"Excuse me, fellow student," Melanie said in a loud, vivacious tone. "It appears you are quiet lethargic today!"
The girl startled and held up her palms in a Defensive fashion. However, she calmed when she saw the bright, pink-haired girl smiling at her.
"Oh," she said in a soft tone. "I'm just jet-lagged. I flew from Jap…."
Then, the girl's head fell forward. Her arms flung limp at her side. Her fingers swung dormant at the tip of the girl's blue school miniskirt. She began to snore again.
"Well, I've got just the thing for you," Melanie said. She pulled out a small packet of a crunched substance and held it up to the girl's nose.
When she sniffed the powerful aroma, the girl perked wide awake and hopped in her seat.
"Smelling salts!" Melanie said. "I packed them for the bus ride here from Toronto. I wanted to be wide awake for such an exciting day. Don't you think?"
"That's okay," she said. "I'll be awake to pay attention," her words trailed off before her head began to drop down to her chest again.
"My name is Melanie, by the way! Melanie Wicker!" She said and extended a hand out to the girl. She grabbed the tired student's hand and shook it under her own cognizance. Ayumu's body shook from the rigor of Melanie's grip with the girl already nodding off.
"Oh, I'm Ayumu…." The Japanese girl said. "Ayumu…uh…."
Bang! Ayumu's head slammed into the table. The entire counter shook with the impact. Some of the other students glanced over at the dozing girl. Melanie, still with the clammy hands of Ayumu wrapped on hers, placed the hand on the table with the gentle touch of a nudging dog.
Speaking of dogs, Sam the Dog popped his head over the table just behind Melanie. He rested his chin on the cool surface and wagged his tail. Next to him, thick cowboy boots clacked and clinked off the marble floor. Merle tried to wiggle his large, muscular frame past the other students before throwing himself into his seat.
"It's weird, Sam," Merle croaked with a toothpick in his mouth. "I feel underdressed and overdressed at the same time."
Clack! Right before Merle placed his hands on the table, a pair of pristine red sneakers rested on the surface.
"Yeah, it's like some guys are dressed up like their from the hood or something," a mirthless, uppity voice said. "And then theirs others straight that think they're on Project Runway or something."
The pair of shoes belonged to the man laying on the chair with his arms crossed behind his head. A boy with azure eyes and red hair tied up in a ponytail leaned his head back over the headrest of the chair. His red tee shirt stretched over his long torso with a green dress shirt unbuttoned waved in the soft breeze of the air conditioning above.
"You, though," the boy said in a loud, jocular volume. "You have character in how you dress. I can tell right away what you are. You know it's pretty hard to get someone right away. But you! You're special."
Merle was unsure whether this was a compliment or an insult. Regardless, he smile and turned his body towards the relaxing boy. "And what do I look like to you?"
The boy lowered his sunglasses and looked straight at Merle. He examined Merle and lingered on the golden retriever who also spied the ostentatious surveyor.
"Someone that likes dogs," he said before he perked up in his chair. "Aiden Oliver. You a first year?"
Merle hesitated, but decided to not get on anyone's bad side early. He grabbed Aiden's hand and gave it a tense shake. Aiden squeezed harder than necessary with a shit-eating grin baring his pearly teeth.
"Yeah," Merle let go first. "Yeah, I'm in Mister Deku's class. Got in on recommendation."
Aiden grabbed his red plastic cup by his feet and drew it to his lips. He drew a swig, which Merle shivered at sue to the thick aroma of alcohol that broke open his sinuses like a crumbling dam.
"Recommendation?" Aiden pursed his lips. "Like for what?"
"Well, I did something hero-like, I guess," Merle said as he pointed to his dog. "Me and Sam here. And the Governor for Texas thought it was worth recommending me to this new school. Said I should be taught by the best."
"Look at the heroic motherfucker we got here," Aiden clapped his hand on Merle's shoulder. "You're a hustler, aren't ya? Already saving people and all that."
"That's what we're here for, ain't it?" Merle asked.
"Maybe," Aiden turned back to the platform at the bottom the room. His eyes latched onto a student by the lower rows and raised his eyebrows in amusement. "Maybe it's also scope out the competition. Like that girl down there."
Merle spotted a girl with thick baby pink hair donning a tight pink turtleneck sweater. She drummed her fingers on the marble and hummed the day away as a serious looking boy took a seat next to her.
"I mean, that's a killer rack on that girl, ain't it?" Aiden asked. "I won't be paying attention in class if she's there."
"Sounds like a you problem," Merle said.
"It's gonna be both our problems," Aiden said. "You're telling me you wouldn't be distracted?"
"I reckon a hero can't get distracted over things like that," Merle said.
Aiden laughed when he saw the boy next to her. Riley just took out his brick of a phone and pulled up the antenna on the top. "Bro, look. That one kid just pulled out his phone. That's like an ancient artifact or something. He broke into a museum coming here, didn't he?"
"Some people can't afford those smartphone," Merle said.
"That brick is so old, he could probably call up the 90's or something," Aiden said. He took a flyer for the school from his pocket and balled it up. Then, he chucked it.
The paper spun through the air. Over the heads of students. All the way down the pathway right into the back of Riley's head. He, however, never felt it as a hand snagged the ball of paper right by his skull.
The pink-haired girl, with a strange cowlick hanging from her hair that twitched like a car antenna, placed the paper ball in front of Riley.
"I apologize," she said to the befuddled boy. "It appears a message was sent your way via paper ball."
Riley took the paper and brushed it to the side of his stack of papers he grabbed from one of the school staffers. "Thanks, I guess."
She smiled with a warm, even motherly expression and nodded at the gigantic cellular device Riley had. "Haven't seen one of those in a while."
Riley swallowed and let out a deep breath. He had to remember that he was undercover. He knew blending in was going to be tough, so the less words he said to people, the better. This girl seemed friendly enough, and based on the tag clipped to her…very generous chest, she was named Mai and was also in his class.
"I like…retro tech," Riley said. "Less complicated."
"Agreed. If only children today stayed off all of those awful websites. I even heard of this one social media site where people have made up names and post on this thing. And they post awful photos and moving loops of video on this hellacious site."
Riley opened up his notebook and clicked a fountain pen he pulled from his cargo pants.
"A horrible…site? Like on the internet?"
"Yes! It's called Discord!"
Riley wrote down the name. This Discord site sounded horrifying, and he was sure that only the most wretched groups would congregate on the site. It sounded like these people would instant message each other distasteful opinions and possibly even illicit materials! He had to investigate and report his findings once he logged into the site.
Mai smacked her lips and clasped her hands together. "I'm so mannerless. My name is Mai Karanashi. And you are?"
Riley set down his pen. He supposed he could at least relay his name. "I'm Riley."
"Oh, that's a lovely name," Mai said.
"I suppose," Riley said in a gruff tone. He took out a small cartridge with an old tape in the central console. Then, he untangled the headset and plugged in the cable.
"Oh, is that an old music device?" Mai asked. "One of those Walker thingies, right?"
"Walkman," Riley said.
"So, do you think, when we are in Professor Deku's class, we will-."
The snap of the Walkman's buttons started the tape. A velvet hiss popped over the headphones with the quiet guitar chords played a melancholy song. Mai babbled unknowing with Riley closing his eyes and focusing on the lyrics of the female singer crooning in his ear. A lonely, meditative song caused his shoulders to roll back in relaxation. He thought back to his family and all the people counting on him to accomplish this mission. However, he nodded off to the song, knowing that he was adept and trained for this moment.
One thing that he was concerned with was his quirk. He opened his eyes and looked at his forearm. A small, dull throb emanated from the impact of the injection. He wondered why his quirk didn't work for the paper ball about to hit him. He thought it was supposed to be infallible. Maybe he just had to learn how to use it like everybody else. When he could connect back to the home network, he could ask for advice or even an update to the software running through his veins.
Before he could doze off further, his head was smacked by a duffel bag. Riley's forehead slammed into the table, and his headphones fell from his ears. They dangled inches above the ground still connected to the music device.
"Excuse you," Riley grumbled out.
A pale, petite girl wearing a black baseball cap and already wearing what appeared to be the school uniform ignored him. Instead, she stomped down the steps and slid her way into the row in front of Riley. She plopped onto the seat at the end of the row and narrowed her eyes at the room.
"Something is strange here," she said to herself.
Her pink eyes examined the room. Mostly, there were reporters and strange students talking the day away. However, this girl knew she felt a presence in this building. A strange, unknown and even supernatural presence that was calling out to her. Something that did not quite belong in this realm.
She brushed away a strand of her long, raven black hair and spied on all the students in her vicinity. All of them were odd, but mostly due to their quirks. There was boy with tentacles for hair, and one of them was actually making eye contact with her. Suspicious, maybe. But not out of place. She saw a trio in the row just in front of her. A golden light emanated from the halo of what appeared to be a literal angel. Well, if others can see him, likely he didn't just fly in from Heaven. The other two appeared normal and boring.
Then, she scoped from the corner of her eye a boy with a hardened jaw line and stern eyes pointed at her. She spun around and pointed at him.
"You."
Riley crooked his head up to look down at her. "What?"
"Where are you from?"
"Huh?"
"Didn't you hear me? Where are you from?" The girl asked in a fast manner.
"Texas."
"Okay," She lowered her voice in a commanding, even powerful tone. "When are you from?"
Riley's breath hitched. He bit his lip and forced himself to play this situation cool. There's no way she could actually know anything right now. She had no proof of anything.
"Where do you think?" Riley asked. "I'm from here."
She held up her fingers to her eyes. Then, jabbed them in the air towards his. "I'm watching you."
The girl known as Sigi Kossack opened up her own notebook. She flipped to a new page and scribbled with a pencil on the surface.
"Strange boy. Suspicious. Possibly demon sent from hell."
As she furiously wrote down her thoughts, Sigi accidentally flicked her pen forward. It clipped over the taller man before her and fell into the row between him and the front area surrounded by reporters. Then, it bounced over the concrete before rolling down each step onto the surface level.
At the bottom of the circular auditorium, a reporter kicked the pencil by accident and sent it flying off his shoe across the room. It sailed through the air all the way to the opposite side where there was a doorway. Between rows of students, the door was open. The pencil clacked off the floor and bounced inside the doorway.
Now in the back hallway of the auditorium, the pencil rolled to a halt right around the corner. It hit the bottom soles of a familiar pair of red shoes, old and scuffed, that stood firm but shaking slightly due to nerves.
He stood in his old hero uniform. The teal green fabric still fit snug to his chest with his muscles leaving more space than normal in the arm area. He knew he was not as strong as the past, but he had still kept up his training to make up for now longer being able to use One-For-All. His eyes quivered when he took a peek around the corner out the door. Throngs of news personnel and new students from the old school and the new one about to open waited in anticipation. He had taken down some of the most dastardly villains in the world. Yet, as Izuku but his fingernails and shifted around in his spot, he was as nervous as a little boy in the first day of kindergarten.
"You ready?"
Izuku leaped about a foot into the air. He fell onto the wall and froze at the sight of Hawks in a business suit. His ruby wings flowed from his back while black fuzz scuffed his chin.
"I guess not," Hawks said.
"No, it's not that," Izuku said. He gazed down at his shoes and scrunched his toes inside the rubber. "It's just…I've only had that other class. And those were unique circumstances. They're really like my family. And I don't want to see this as like replacing them."
Hawks smiled and leaned onto the wall next to Izuku. "Y'know, I remember you saying something similar when you graduated from UA. How when you entered your hero agency, you didn't want to forget your classmates. Listen, just cause you don't talk every day to them anymore, doesn't mean they don't care about you or vice versa. There's a special bond that never goes away when you spend this kind of time with people. Maybe you won't love everyone, and they may not love you back. But you learn from each person you come across. And if you can take away some new lesson or idea, then it ain't that bad."
Izuku flexed his hand into a fist. Then, he released it. "I haven't really thought much about it, but…since I lost my quirk…I see my students and how they've taken over. All of them fighting in America. Megan and Anton at the Syndicate. Lloyd protecting The Vatican. Moxie's gonna be number one by next year. Even in Japan! Drake just opened up that caramel factory with the earnings from your agency. And Katsu even took down that scissor villain all by himself."
"Okay, but that villain was quite dumb," Hawks said. "A barber with a scissors and straight razors for appendages?"
"Yes, but you know how Katsu is around shape objects," Izuku said. "Before he graduated, he put bubble wrap on all his utensils. And ate with them. So he would cut a steak with a knife covered in bubble wrap."
"What?"
"But now look at him," Izuku said. "And all the others that have come up since. And…I don't know. It just feels like…even with One-For-All…."
Izuku took a step to the doorway. He saw the excited faces of the students as they caught a glimpse of him. A few pointed, and then the sound of roaring approval rippled through the room until the auditorium became a tsunami of applause. Cameras flashed with the portal to the room becoming white and obscuring Izuku's vision with lilac spots dotting his gaze.
"Maybe I was never that special after all."
Izuku walked out. Hawks, with a sad sigh, perked up and plastered a brave face. He strolled out behind Izuku into the barrage of noise.
And barrage it was. The entire crowd stood and cheered for Izuku. He stretched a thin smile on his face and waved at everyone. Hawks was much more animated blowing a kiss or two to his adoring fans. A few students even fell back into their chairs as they approached the central stage of the auditorium. They climbed up a step onto the surface with Izuku sitting by a few teachers who had been waiting at the stage.
Hawks strode to the podium and waited for the applause to die down. One face that did stand out was the odd kid with a strange golden glow protruding out of his back. It was almost like an LED projection of wings instead of actual wings like his. However, he cleared his throat and tapped on the microphone to stop any further thoughts wandering about in regards to the new students.
"Thank you all so much for joining us today," Hawks said. "I am glad that you all could witness the opening of our new school. Now, previously, this island was known as Detroit Hero Prep. And it was…not the most prestigious institution. So, we have revamped it in the best way. A new staff. New building. New students."
A few of the students applauded themselves.
"And some local students as well!" Hawks said. A few jeers rang out from the crowd. Lynn clapped, but then stopped when she saw some of the local students heckling Hawks.
"Go back to Japan!"
"We don't need y'all here!"
"Not good enough to be a hero no more, huh?"
Hawks frowned at the surprise insults. This was certainly unexpected. He flashed a quick look to Izuku whose eyes widened at the unexpected intrusions. Instead of responding, Hawks straightened the red tie on his neck and bristled his wings to silence the remaining hecklers.
"So, all the students will receive instructions on the structure of this school in their home rooms. In fact, you will spend most of your time with your home room teacher. They are all well-rounded heroes who are…uh…experts in every subject they will teach you. After this orientation, you will go to your assigned home room where your professor will have a different array of methods to determine what route you should take in this school and how to best hone your skil-. Excuse me, are you eating pizza?"
Hawks pointed at the top of the auditorium. Around one of the upper rows, Aiden munched on a slice with the tomato sauce on top of the cheese with his feet on the table. Merle his his face in his hand while Sam sniffed the air by the pizza.
"Yeah, still hungry from the rager last night," Aiden said. "You want some?"
"You're asking me if I want some pizza?"
"Yeah, it's Detroit style," Aiden said.
"No, I don't want your pizza," Hawks said. "But please stop eating."
"I need it for my blood sugar, dawg," Aiden said with his mouth full of cheese and pepperoni.
"I don't care," Hawks said. "Put the pizza down."
"Excuse me," Melanie by the front row raised her hand. "But it's extremely important for a person with low blood sugar to intake twenty milligrams of carbohydrates every fifteen minutes, so I believe that student has a point."
"Okay, I don't need a nurse to tell me about blood sugar," Hawks said. "And this isn't a Q&A session. Please wait till after for comments."
"Hey, not all disabilities are visible, ya know," Lynn raised her hand and spoke anyway. "He could actually need it."
"Yeah, like I knew this one guy," Skylar chimed in. "And he was famous. I won't name names, but it was a guy named Timothy but he has two 'E's' at the end of the name, and he had trouble with his blood sugar, so when we were on stage for the revival of Cats, which by the way I was in. I was in the ensemble, we actually paused the scene we were in so he could drink milk but for real cause he needed it."
"Okay, the pizza is distracting," Hawks said. "I just want him to eat a little later."
"But what if he dies before then?" Skylar shouted. "Oh my gosh, what if he dies and it's like in the same room as me? That's what my horoscope said would happen to me yesterday!"
"Horoscope," Sigi sneered to Skylar. "You still use horoscopes? If you really want to get in tune with spirits, you need a Grade A Spectropiter Device. That'll tell ya whose spirit is about to leave whose body."
"I don't care!" Hawks shouted. "No pizza while I'm speaking!"
"Wait a second," A reporter raised her hand. "Mister Hawks, are you denying an accommodation for a disability?"
"What? No," Hawks said. "And stop raising your hands! I'm not answering questions!"
"This school isn't ADA compliant," Another reporter said. Then, he turned to his camera. "This just in. USAHS, the new school in Detroit, is denying children access to necessary therapies for their ailments."
"Therapies?" Hawks screamed. "Pizza is not therapy!"
Soon, the entire auditorium was a sea of calamity. Students argued with each other over the merit of a student eating pizza to survive. Reporters spilled gossip like waterfalls into a desert through their cameras. Even some parents shook their heads and tugged at some of their offspring's shoulders telling them that perhaps this school isn't the right one for them.
Hawks was used to the calm, pensive crowds in Japan. He had never dealt with the raucous and calamitous atmosphere that made up debating and arguing folks America. He knew these people liked to talk a lot, but to carry on in a spirited argument over pizza and health was not something he anticipated.
Izuku, however, had enough. He grit his teeth as he saw the crowds continue to shout at each other. Meanwhile, Aiden are the day away with Merle pulling the brim of his cowboy hat down. Izuku spotted this and realized that, despite how annoying some of these students could already be, some of them wanted to be taught and by him as well. He still had a purpose for being, and that was to make the next generation of heroes ready to take on the world.
And perhaps Izuku himself could save the world again. One last time.
Izuku shot to his feet. He stormed over to the podium and placed a hand on Hawks' shoulder: he shunted him out of the way and gripped the microphone like a bullhorn. He lassoed in a deep breath just as the arguing and reporting reached a mind numbing apex that bounced around the auditorium.
Louder. Louder. Almost unbearable.
Then-.
"All of you, shut up!" Deku screamed calmly.
Silence froze the room. All eyes locked onto Izuku. He seethed through his teeth and slammed a fist down on the wooden podium. A small crack etched into the surface and ran down all the way to the floor.
"I'm not playing around anymore," Izuku yelled. "This school is not going to be what it once was. I know some of you are still here from the last school year. When this place was run down and there were cages in the cafeteria. Metal detectors at every entrance. This school has the lowest grades and lowest attendance as well as the most arrests of any school In America. And don't think for a second that I'm fooled by all the marble or gold. I can see troublemakers a mile away! And I know some of you students were in detention or suspended on a daily basis. Well, I say no more! There will be order in this school, or you will be expelled expeditiously."
Izuku held up a small baggie at the podium. "You see this! This is spice! A quirk-enhancing drug we just confiscated off a student today! I personally threw that student out of this school, and I will do the same to all of you. There will be no drug use, and this school is going to be run like an institution for learning, not a zoo! For too long, the people of this city have had to watch this building fall into a cesspool of bullshit, but it won't happen while I'm here. I am going to teach my class, but I'm also going to teach all of you! Yes, even you! All the reporters that just suck at people's misfortune like ticks. That's all you people are! Blood sucking ticks."
The reporters lowered their microphones. Izuku swallowed and shouted again to the point that spit was flying out of his mouth.
"I've taken on villains that would make you run away and cry home to mommy! But guess what? I did it anyway. And if I can do, then you can, too! And you're all going to learn that whether you like it or not! I'm going to fix this school and all the people inside it! And we will be the best school in the entire country! Maybe even the entire world! You know why? Because…because…King Kong ain't got shit on me!"
His final words seemed to echo across the room and through the window out to the bay shining beyond the waterfront of Detroit. A pin dropping would be the volume of a full orchestra exploding into Mahler. Not a single person dare take in oxygen or exhale. Every person remained still statues with their eyes as giant dinner plates staring in shock and awe at the outburst.
Hawks, for once, was lost for words. He could only lower his head and hope that people did not either run away in terror or try to sue them for distressing their children before the school year had technically started.
The entire student body glanced at one another, but none of them moved a muscle.
Not until a snore.
Ayumu broke the reverie by lifting her head up and rubbing her eyes. She blinked her soft, baby blue eyes and yawned. She smacked her lips and looked out at the crowd.
"Did I," she demurred. "Miss something?"
Izuku blinked in confusion.
Then, a small chuckle. It came from Riley, who had to cover his mouth to stifle away the laugh before it escaped.
Then, another gag of a laugh. This time from Leon who had to hug himself to try and push away the giggle.
Finally, right where it all started by Aiden, Sam wagged his tail and lifted up his nose to make an announcement to the student body.
"Bark!"
The dam of silence gave way to a torrent of laughter that drowned Izuku. The whole room laughed, and he was sure that people at home watching were chortling in amusement as well. Even the reporters from various serious news agencies could not help but join in on the merriment. In fact, a few of them were doubled over with laughter and dropped their microphones while pointing at Izuku.
Skylar pulled out his phone and made a quick reel for one of his social media accounts. He filmed the area around him laughing and zoomed in on Izuku. His face may have been the most humorous thing. His mouth was wider than one of the Great Lakes, and his green eyes had a faraway look like a memory of a similar event was playing within them. He then turned the phone towards his neighbor. Leon laughed, and then caught a glimpse of Skylar recording. However, Leon paid no mind and continued to laugh with his bright smile shinning right into Skylar's phone camera. After a few moments, he calmed down and glance back at Izuku.
Wow! Skylar smiled when he set his phone down. Even his laugh is really cute!
Skylar admired Leon giggling the day away in the sea of jocular students who clapped and keeled over from their expressions of hilarious joy. Even Merle who had been previously embarrassed ruffled Sam's hide and chuckled a bit.
Down on stage, Izuku was still in shock. He was unsure as to whether this was a good thing or his worse nightmare. Flashbacks of when he last tried to be serious with his class rang through his brain. Perhaps being the bad cop was just not in his wheelhouse.
Then, Hawks gave Izuku an assuring clap on the shoulder. Izuku turned to find a beaming Hawks with his wings now relaxed.
"Good job, Deku," he said. "Exactly as planned."
Izuku blinked. A plethora of words, both benign and censor-worthy tunneled through his brain. However, as eloquent as Izuku considered himself, he could only muster one response.
"Huh?"
Back in the seats, Ayumu saw there was no further need to pay attention. She slammed her head back down and went back to sleep.
After all, she would need all the energy she could get for her first day of school.
Aiden Oliver - pingly187 (voiced by Max Mittleman)
Melanie Wicker - CodeJoshua (voiced by Cherami Leigh)
Ayumu Kimura - Deadly Animals Are Cute (voiced by Caitlyn Glass)
Mai Karanashi - JackHammerMan (voiced by Stephanie Sheh)
Sieglinde "Sigi" Flandre Kossack - I'm The Nep (voiced by Zendaya)
MOAR PEOPLE! I didn't think I could pull off five new characters in a chapter, but honestly, we need to get the show on the road.
I did want to make three points real quick:
A. The voice cast thing is just for fun. Don't be afraid to tell me if you want another voice actor or whatever. It's just to hear the voice when you read!
B. A little more serious, but I like all the characters you have submitted. I AM STILL LOOKING FOR MORE OCs. That said, I do have license to change what I want about the characters. A lot of you are simply too nice. I can't tell you how many OCs I have gotten that are "bubbly" or "friendly." Sorry, but not everyone can be that, so I have made some changes accordingly. If you truly don't like the direction of your OC, let me know and maybe we can reach an understanding.
C. We will have probably fifteen Class 1-A members. Now, that doesn't mean we won't have more OCs in secondary roles (villains, teachers, other class students) so don't be afraid to keep sending them in. That said, even if you are in Class 1-A, know this: NOT EVERYONE CAN BE THE MAIN CHARACTER. Sorry, but I already have an idea of where I want this story to go. NOT EVERY OC WILL HAVE THEIR OWN ARC OR BE THE MAIN HERO. Sorry, but we can't have fifteen main characters. I personally feel I was quite fair in the last SYOC letting every character have at least a moment to themselves, but don't worry if it doesn't come right away. That said, if I am focusing too much on a character or thing you don't like, then please REVIEW and let me know! Or discuss it on the Discord.
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And yes, please join the Discord. Just be careful that Riley doesn't find the horrible things said on there LOL. Any reviews, comments, suggestions, or fan art are greatly appreciated!
I appreciate and love you all! Thank you, and I think we are almost ready to go Plus Ultra! Just a few more main people to introduce, and we are ready for Day 1!
Thank you. See you soon.