October 22, 2317
"Come on, Nathan. Take this seriously. The Forge's training will be much tougher than anything we've ever done here," Axel Larson said, looking down at his eldest son. The boy was on his hands and knees, covered in bruises and panting heavily. They were four hours into their training and he still had not shown any progress beyond making his fingers bleed by trying to pull out his claws by force. "Stand up."
"Piss off, old man. I'm fine," Nathan growled as he pushed himself up to his feet, only to fall back to his knees with a hiss of pain. Axel sighed and offered his hand, though it was quickly and unsurprisingly smacked away. 'Why does he have to be as stubborn as his mother?'
"Beast Mimicry isn't something you can master without patience. It takes an immeasurable amount of concentration and willpower to be able to pull it off."
"Patience my ass! The exam's in a week and this is all you've been teaching me for four months! We've made zero progress!" The boy cried. His annoyance and rage managed to push the pain and exhaustion to the back of his mind just long enough for him to regain his footing. The moment he was able to breathe correctly again his father put a hand on his shoulder, which he quickly shrugged off.
"This is our family's ultimate technique, the true secret of our Quirks. For generations, everyone believed it was impossible to master it without the use of an outside force until your grandfather made it his own. When he was first teaching me, it took nearly a year and a half for me not to pass out and another six months to be able to activate it at will. Believe me when I say this, we've made unbelievable progress so far. You'll get it one of these times. You're far smarter than I am, after all." Nathan huffed and turned away from the man, crossing his arms over his chest. Axel chuckled at this and then winced in pain. "Come on, let's go get some grub. Can't train on an empty stomach."
"Whatever," the teen responded, clearly still agitated at his supposed lack of improvement. Axel grinned merrily as he took a seat next to his wife on the blanket they'd set up earlier. Veronica gave him a look of mixed concern and agitation as he joined her.
"And you wonder why your wound isn't healed fully. I know you enjoy personally training the boy but you're straining yourself too much. You could easily just call your father and he can take over," she said, her voice somewhat pleading. Even after over a decade of marriage, Axel could never understand how his wife was able to sound so caring and yet so threatening at the same time.
"No, this is something I must do. Besides, Niklas is too busy with the Crimson Sun to travel all the way across the ocean. And don't worry about the wound, I'm as fit as a horse!" He declared confidently, startling Nathan out of his broody contemplation and rousing his youngest son to mimic his cry. Thankfully for his own dignity, neither of them seemed to notice how his face twisted and his hand grabbed onto his stomach tightly. As usual, his wife was right. The wound he'd suffered nearly half a year ago from a civilian's Laser Quirk was still very far from being restored. "It should be fully healed by now."
"It would be, if you didn't sneak out every night to go on patrol," Veronica countered, her voice lowering to match his own. He grimaced and turned his attention toward the lunch he'd helped prepare earlier in the day.
"...of course you knew about that."
"You weren't being very sneaky," his wife responded snarkily, handing her husband a sandwich wrapped in aluminum foil. Grumbling, he accepted the meal and began to dig in. With the exception of Brian, who was always babbling about something, the family sat in comfortable silence, eating tuna sandwiches and enjoying the warm mid-summer day. Eventually, Axel glanced over at Nathan, who hadn't touched his lunch and was staring contemplatively at the clouds. 'He's up to something.' When the boy's look turned from thoughtful to determined, his thoughts were confirmed.
"Hey old man, you said Gramps trained you mostly on power right? Like, focused on having you hit harder and stuff?" The boy barely waited for his father to nod before continuing with his thought. "Well, my Quirk's always been more of a speed type, so doing the same thing wouldn't really work, would it? Maybe that's why your method isn't working for me. All these meditation and strength exercises won't do shit –"
"Nathan Fjallby Larson, you watch your language!" Veronica scolded.
"Yeah, yeah, but think about it. You and Gramps get totally uber strong whenever you use Beast Mimicry, so what if I just get faster? Speed needs strength sure, but if I'm right then we've already wasted way too much time. We need to completely overhaul my training to focus on agility and acceleration." As his son continued to ramble, a smile broke out on Axel's face. 'I should have known. He's far too hyperactive to benefit from what my Pater taught me. Thank goodness he got his mother's smarts.' At that moment – almost as if she could read his thoughts – his wife dug her elbow into his side.
"We should probably calm him down before he starts scratching up the park's trees," she said, looking tiredly at the blond, who was now on his feet and pacing rapidly, much to the amusement of his younger sibling.
"I could probably swipe some traffic cones and set those up to run full speed through to work on agility and balance, while to get faster all I have to do is push my limits and run. Granted, I'm sure having some obstacles would only further inc–"
"Come on, boy. I have no idea if this is going to work but it's better than me beating you into the dirt every five minutes."
Purpose of a Hero
"Beast Mimicry," Melody muttered to herself, staring at her newly transformed teammate. Nathan's tail flicked indignantly through the air and his ears wiggled at the booming noise of the stadium. 'I can't believe he didn't tell me about this! It would have made strategizing so much easier!" Hearing her sudden sigh of exasperation, the blonde turned and stared at her, perplexed, for a moment before running over to her on all fours. Next thing Melody knew, her childhood friend was rubbing his head affectionately against her leg and… purring? 'Apparently, it affects his brain as well. Another thing I would have appreciated knowing,' she thought uncomfortably, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Okay, maybe let's stop that, yeah? Still in the middle of a battle here!"
"Wow, Mel. Didn't know you two were like that," Eris taunted, clearly amused at the predicament. It even seemed as if Marcus was holding back a smile.
"This would be my day. Get asked out by Benji and my best friend goes housecat in front of the entire country. Brilliant," the redhead muttered to herself. She quickly took a step away and flicked her partner on his nose, making him flinch and sneeze violently. "Nathan! Come on, we can't give them any more time to recover. If you can still understand me, we're going with Plan X."
"Meow?"
"Guess I'm on my own then. Freakin'... GAH!" Melody cried, throwing her hands up in agitation. Ignoring her still 'meowing' friend, the redhead began a slow jog as her skin started to turn a deathly blue.
"She's getting too good at that," Marcus commented as their opponent slipped into the concrete and disappeared from view. Nearby, Eris scanned the ground, looking for any sign of the girl when she heard a noise behind her. She whirled around, Black Bone Spear at the ready, only to stop as the point came level with Nathan's inquisitive blue eyes.
"How the hell?" She grumbled, looking over her shoulder at the spot the blond had been sitting just moments before. 'How did we not notice him? Better question, what's he doing?" She gave Marcus a look that said 'what am I supposed to do?' as she watched their opponent smack the ground with his hand – or paw, she wasn't really sure it was classified as at this point. Her partner's brow furrowed before his eyes widened.
"Watch it!" He shouted just a moment too late. While her attention was focused on Nathan, Eris was sucker-punched in the chin by Melody, who'd leapt out of the ground and shifted mid-air. The brunette grunted in pain as she fell backward onto the concrete.
"Get him now, Nathan!" Marcus' eyes widened and he whipped around to the sight of Nathan, still as oblivious as before and looking quizzically in the direction of his friend's voice. Then, he felt an arm wrap around his neck and his feet being swept out from underneath him. For as short as Melody was (especially compared to the majority of her male and even female classmates), she knew how to use her deceptive strength to her advantage.
The two hit the ground hard and Marcus, though he'd definitely gotten the worst of it, immediately brought his arm up and attempted to elbow the girl. However, he only succeeded in slamming it through her frigid Wraith and bashing it off the concrete, sending a chilling wave of cold and pain coursing through his veins. Before he could process this, Melody had leaped to her feet just in time to be tackled by Eris. While the girls wrestled on the ground, Marcus shivered and got to his feet. "Stay still!"
"Any day now, Furball!" Eris grinned as she continued to press her opponent. The redhead was beginning to slow and Eris had actually managed to land a few good hits, which resulted in a pretty nasty cut above the redhead's left eye. 'She must've exhausted her Quirk with all that sneaking around. Easy pickings!' Eris thought, bringing her bone baton cracking down on the girl's shoulder. Despite her best effort, Melody let out a sharp cry of pain and continued to back up until suddenly she couldn't. Her next step backward left her foot dangling over the side of the dock and her balance askew. Eris grinned at her advantage and stuck out her baton, mere inches away from her opponent's chest.
"It's been fun, Mel, but it's over. Your partner's turned himself into a freakin' house cat and you're at your limit. If you don't wanna take an impromptu bath, I'd suggest surrendering," Eris said haughtily. Instead, Melody's eyes narrowed and she smacked the baton away before lunging at the brunette, shoving her fist into the girl's ribs. Her opponent grunted but seemed otherwise unphased as she grabbed Melody by the collar of her jumpsuit and headbutted her with enough force to make her vision go dark around her peripherals. A pained cry once again forced its way out of her lips as she crumpled to the concrete. The headache that'd been growing from the overuse of her Quirk was instantly cranked up to eleven on the pain scale as her head throbbed. "My brother always did say I have a thick skull, though I think he meant more in a metaphorical sense and not a physical one."
"Eris, just tie her up and help me find that Nathan," Marcus demanded, his eyes scanning the docks for any sign of their feral opponent (who'd somehow managed to slip away unnoticed again). Eris scowled and made a rude hand gesture at her teammate.
"Killjoy. So sorry you and your boyfriend've gotta go out so soon, Mel. I'll kick Clara's ass in the finals for ya, don't wo– gah!" Through the haze, Melody saw a blond blur shoot out from behind a nearby shipping container and slam, head-on, into Eris. Despite her blurry vision, she was able to clearly make out her partner slam Eris into the ground and knock away her wild baton swing, sending the bone skittering across the concrete.
"Mel, String!" Nathan roared as he struggled to hold down a writhing Eris. The fact that actual words came out of her partner's mouth instead of meows or purrs brought a bit of life back into the girl and she grabbed the spool from her belt. Just sliding it across the ground to her partner sent a surge of agony rippling through her entire nervous system. Apparently, changing into a wild beast for a short amount of time had restarted the strategic part of Nathan's brain that had been largely missing over the past week. Instead of immediately tying up Eris as she'd been expecting, Nathan unspooled a large amount of the thread and turned, nearly wrapping it around Marcus' foot as he tried to kick the boy off of his partner. It would have worked, if not for Marcus' Counter ability. Luckily, it seemed Nathan had planned for that as well since instead of being blown back and off his pinned target, he spun his body with the momentum and brought his free fist slamming into the side of Marcus' knee. By the pained expression on his feline-like face, it hadn't been a costless maneuver.
"Nathan," Melody said breathily as she tried to force herself to stand, which worked but at the cost of the throbbing in her head growing even more painful. If he heard her, he'd chosen to ignore her in favor of somersaulting overtop of Eris' head and pulling her arms at a painful angle. Despite the boy's best attempts, the blow to his knee halted Marcus just enough to give Nathan enough time to wrap the prone girl's hands together, receiving a very sharp series of finger bones jutting out of his bicep in return.
"Dark Spear is incapacitated! We're down to the wire in a two-on-one!" Holl said, a hint of surprise in his tone.
"Gotta love that feline flexibility. If I'd tried that maneuver I would have broken in two," Oddball added helpfully.
"MARCUS YOU BETTER WIN THIS YOU IDIOT!" Eris growled as she sat up and proceeded to sulk. Her partner didn't have time to respond however because as soon as she'd been eliminated, Nathan turned his attention to him. Earlier, Marcus had had no trouble blocking or countering the blond's attacks, as fast as they were. Now though, it seemed as if his speed had tripled and every attack was pushing the limits of his reflexes. Before it had taken Nathan nearly twenty attempts to finally break through his Counter, this time it had taken him only three to leave a shallow slash on his lower back and to top it all off, his body heat was rising at an alarming rate. His skin had even begun turning from it's already concerning red hue to a very vibrant orange. Each cut and subsequent cauterization was getting increasingly more painful and the near oppressive heat he was giving off was making it hard for him to breathe. Meanwhile, Melody propped herself up against a light pole and watched as Marcus was surrounded by a blond maelstrom of claws. 'Took you long enough. That's so like you, taking a break in the middle of a fight and letting me handle everything. You're impossible, Furball,' she thought with a small smile, which quickly turned to a grimace as her head throbbed.
'His speed is unbelievable. I'm only gonna get one chance at this before the heat becomes too much to bear. Just like I practiced. Gotta keep this under control,' Marcus thought. He trained his eyes on a single spot just three yards in front of him and focused, his body beginning to glow a violent red. With how tired he was feeling, he'd only have one shot. There was a flash of yellow and immediately, Marcus' full-power counter knocked Nathan off balance. 'There!' The gray-haired boy grimaced as the red tone of his skin began to drain into his right fist, which had turned a very bright blue, leaving the rest of his body a sickly gray color. "AIR RUPTURE!"
There was an ear-shattering blast, the temperature in the arena rose several degrees and both Nathan and Marcus shot off in opposite directions like they were shot out of a cannon. While Marcus was stopped by a metal shipping container, which crumpled as he hit it, the force carried Nathan into the wall of the arena, skimming just over the surface of the water as he flew. Even from fifty yards away Melody, who'd just avoided getting bowled over by Marcus, could see her partner's eyes lose their light as he slipped off the wall and fell face-first into the artificial bay below. Since her friend was already getting picked out of the water by Castor and Pollux – she never could explain how they always seemed to materialize out of nowhere like that – Melody did her best to limp over to where Marcus had landed. Sitting there, amongst an array of broken wood and metal, was her opponent, his eyes shut and a trickle of blood running down his temple and the stench of burning flesh – a smell she had quickly come to hate over her brief time at the Forge – wafting off of his seared and twisted hand.
"I'm being told that both Leo and Pivot Pointer are down for the count. Therefore, since Scarlette Phantom is the only competitor still standing, she and Leo are the winners of this match and move on to the Final Eight!"
"Jeez, y'all have no concept of restraint, do ya?" Elvira asked as she jogged up next to Melody to survey the damage. In response, the history teacher heard a sharp intake of breath and just barely reacted in time to catch the redhead before she fell. She picked up the girl bridal style and sighed tiredly. 'Still, if these kids can do this while they're still largely untrained… just imagine what they'll be able to do once they've become full-fledged heroes themselves. Poor Pros won't know what hit 'em when they start losing their ranks to these brats.'
Purpose of a Hero
"What do you mean I can't see them?" Melody demanded. Nurse Holl pinched the bridge of her nose and shook her head.
"Mr. Mondronen is still in critical condition and Mr. Larson is currently being checked over. We've had to contact his father because, and I'm only saying this because you're a close friend of their family, we frankly have no idea how to reverse the changes of Beast Mimicry. But above all that, you are in no condition to go anywhere with your injuries," Leena explained. When the student looked as if she was going to protest, the nurse simply held up her hand and began reading off of her clipboard. "Fractured ankle, dislocated right shoulder, bruised ribs, and a fracture in your left arm. Not to mention the near-constant nosebleed you've been experiencing since you arrived or the obvious exhaustion. Need I remind you that you've still got at least one, possibly three more battles tomorrow?"
"Fine," Melody relented, crossing her arms over her chest. She couldn't refute the nurse's claims either. She'd never felt this sore or worn out. Not only had she suffered injuries in both of her matches, she'd overused her Quirk more than ever before. It took all of her willpower to just keep her eyes open and form coherent sentences. The redhead had no doubt that she wouldn't even be able to make it ten steps without keeling over. "Can you at least keep me in the know?"
"Fine. I'll give you updates as soon as I can as long as you stay in bed and rest. I'd prefer it if you'd sleep but I doubt that will be the case. You're too high-strung," the nurse remarked as she pulled back the curtain and walked away, leaving Melody staring at the plain white curtain. With a groan, she slumped back against her pillow and began replaying the day's events in her head. Benji's bet, her and Nathan beating him and Hazel, Narruk's transformation, the way he'd looked after she'd arrived and he'd calmed down.
'This feels like the longest day of my life. Tomorrow's only going to be worse. I highly doubt my injuries will fully heal by then, granted there's a lot of people in the same boat, but I won't have Nathan as my safety net either. I know we planned for this and I've been training my ultimate but it hasn't really felt possible that we might face each other until now. It's really hard to believe that there's only going to be eight people left. I really, really, don't wanna face Clara and I know Sirius and Epi will be wanting revenge… okay, maybe just Epi.' The redhead frowned and glanced to her left, where she knew a few rooms down her friend was being treated and, most likely, having all the excess hair he'd grown during Beast Mimicry shaved off.
'Then I might have to face Nathan. The two of us have never really fought seriously. Usually, our spars end with one of us throwing in the towel before things get too heated. Then there's still the rest of the battles today. I don't like the look of Damien, especially since Nathan's so afraid of him. I know next to nothing about Zachary and Vivianne and Oliver may not seem like a threat but if he's motivated… that's a frightening thought. Andi is just a bad matchup for me. Alex and Payton, I can handle barring any tricks. Then there's Lyon. He's the worst-case scenario. I wonder if dad saw my fights today? I know he and Anthony were setting up a stand outside. Wonder if he'd be proud or infuriated it took me so long to win. I should really go visit sometime soon, haven't been in a while.' With her mind jumbled by thoughts and exhaustion finally setting in, Melody closed her eyes and drifted into an uneasy sleep.
Purpose of a Hero
"I can't believe he blew himself up!" Lyle cackled, drawing some stares from his classmates. All those who'd already been eliminated and didn't need medical help had been moved to a private box near the top of the stadium to watch the rest of the battles, though some were enjoying the experience more than others.
"Yes, yes very funny," Rylee snapped, burying her head in her folded arms. Beside her, Lilia snickered and patted her on the back while the girl continued to mumble: "Damned stretchy idiot."
"Don't be so hard on him. I don't think he has the ability fully mastered yet. He probably wasn't expecting it to have that much kickback," Diana cut in, while Andrew nodded his assent. In the very front row, Kira sat with her cellphone held at an angle while her fingers tapped away at its screen. When a shadow appeared above her, she quickly snapped the phone downward and glared up at the grinning face of Benji.
"Who ya texting?" He asked as he hopped over the row of seats and sat down beside her, a wide grin on his face.
"My… friend."
"You're a horrible liar. You're texting a guy, aren't you? The one you met outside at the festival?" He pressed. Kira's eyes narrowed and she stowed her phone away in her pocket. This proclamation drew quite a few stares from the box's other inhabitants, though none looked as intrigued as Benji himself.
"How do you know about that?" Kira asked before she could stop herself. 'Oh wow, great job. Way to confirm it to everyone!' she scolded herself. If possible, Benji's smile widened and scooted as close as he could in the padded chair until his side was pressed firmly against the armrest separating the two.
"I have my sources. Now, what's his name? You two seemed to be getting along nicely."
"Were you spying on me?" Kira demanded, her eyes smoldering. Benji took the hint and backed up a bit, holding his hands up in surrender.
"Not spying, I just… happened to be sitting near you guys and listened to every word you said."
"That's literally spying you prick!"
"Both of you be quiet. The match is about to start," Jake said. Their fight forgotten (momentarily), Kira and Benji turned their attention to the arena where the two teams were welcomed by the layout of a roofless shopping mall, complete with shops, kiosks, and escalators to a second level. On one end, Zachary and Vivianne looked ready to go, their heads were together and it looked as if they were doing some last-minute strategizing, while on the other end Oliver and Damien looked as if they'd both just woken up. The former yawned widely while the latter just stared into the sky absentmindedly.
"Our third match of the second round, between the team of Erebus and Rubberband versus Catch-All and Echo, begins now!"
Purpose of a Hero
Ugh, I know, I know, I suck. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. A little bit different compared to other character's ultimate moves since neither Nathan nor Marcus has full control over them yet which definitely played a part in the outcome of this battle. It will be revealed later exactly why Nathan was able to break out of his… er, house cat mode and go into full-blown leopard.
Also, fun fact: I recently found out that lions are faster than leopards while leopards are stronger (comparatively) to lions which kinda screws over the whole thing I was going for where Nathan's Quirk is basically his dad's just with more speed and less power so screw it. From now on its canon that each of their Quirks draws on a certain aspect of their animal counterpart and amplifies it. So Nathan = leopard = speed while Axel (Lionheart) = lion = power.
Anyway, let's get onto the preview shall we (I promise I'll try and get this chapter out without a month in between like the last few.)
Next time on the Purpose of a Hero:
Chapter 39: Ice and Fire
Now for a Q&A with everyone's favorite snarky Poison boi: Lyle Wolfbane
To everyone who wants to answer, what is your Impression on your class? What student do you have your eye on? What student would you least want to fight?
"My impression of them? A bunch of sitcom characters with superpowers. The one I have my eye on is Lyon, he is absolutely hiding something behind that finally peed smile. As for the student I least want to fight…Sirius and Epiphany considering I can't poison a ghost can I?"
To all whom want to answer: How many upperclassmen do you believe you can beat?
"Fuck if I know! I don't like dealing with unknowns but guess maybe 7 or 10. even if they are upperclassmen they might not be all battle focused or weaker without a support item like Andi and Sirius.
To everyone: What's your favorite kind of music?
"Rap and hip hop are my thing. Guys in middle school will randomly break out into a freestyle and god help you if you say something corny."
To Lyle: Do you study poisons to know which ones to use for certain situations or to try new kinds?
"Wow questions about my quirk this isn't televised is it? I usually look up the poisons from books or the all-knowing Internet to recreate them, then experiment on my victe- ahem volunteers to see how it works. Been needing a new subject too…"
To Lyle: do you secrete ready-to-use toxins or just different biomolecules that you can rearrange by will to create said toxin and the toxin's toxicity?
"I generally keep a few Poisons that are simple and quick to plop out but if I need something different or new i have to think of the chemicals in my body to create poisons that aren't real at all for example if were to recreate Psilocybe cubensis or magic mushroom for a hallucinogen but want the stopping power of something like nightshade then i have to concentrate and combine the chemicals and maybe molecules to create something new again this takes time and it's a pain in the ass, that's why I don't do it often"
To Lyle: think you can secrete gaseous type poison?
"Not that I know of… that could be worth looking into."
To Lyle: Are you only able to secrete natural toxins, or can you secrete something that could be cooked up in a lab?
"Huh not as much of a stupid question jocky as I thought. I can do both. I can mimic, oh lets say a dart frog or Angel Wings fungus by exposure or a firm understanding of its chemical composition. I can also make my own variants of these or make my own original poisons. As long as it doesn't instantly kill me I can survive nearly any poison. I love getting poisoned too and adding it to my collection. Now if Diana will fucking bite me already!"
To Lyle: Is the white hair natural or are you trying to be edgy? XD
"Yeah, I left my eye patch and my demon slaying sword in my room. Of course it's natural you idiot! Think anyone can get this snowy mane.
To all: who is best girl?
"The fuck kinda question is that?! I guess Andi matches my mischievous mindset sometimes.
To everyone: Would you want to start a cult revolving around yourself?
"I wouldn't start it but If someone where to start the following of grand imperial warlord Hemlock intimidator of the nine realms…then who am I to deny them.
To everyone: Are there any hobbies or skills you would like to pick up in your 4 years besides heroics?
"I do keep a garden outside the dorm to grow my medicinal herbs and poisonous plants, i can't poison people and keep thinking the school will keep up with my crazy creations. But i do wanna start growing other flowers like roses or even Iris's or maybe lavander.
To everyone: Any fashion tips?
"The new Oddball nines came out this week so I'm getting those to look fly! Oh right for someone else I don't know get a chain or something.
To everyone: What would you do for a Klondike bar?
"Throw a pie at Clara's face. No wait I'd do that anyway."
To everyone: What is your ideal type?
"Any girl who's not a manipulative, selfish bitch!"
Everyone, finish the lyric: "wake me up _"
"I believe ancient scripture has the line "Before you go-go."
To Everyone: If there was an apocalypse, which three of your classmates would you pick to be in your survival team and why?
"Narruk and Andrew. Don't tell those dicks but I trust them the most in this class."
To everyone: MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA WRRRRRRYYYYYYYYYYY
"Did you just have a stroke? What the hell does Muda mean? Are you stupid?"
To everyone that wants to answer: Realistically, can you keep a small child alive for a week, without direct interference?
"I guess if the little bastard behaves, that also means not using my quirk but if the little bugger is healthy it's fine.
To everyone: its karaoke night what are you singing?
"My favorite rap song. I may not be the best at singing but i've been told i got a rapper's flow.
To all: who going to drink the bottles of ipecac on the table and go longest without vomiting?
"Considering my biology, I can say I'd win by a landslide or barf-slide by the end of it."
To anyone that wants to answer: Favorite song?
"Droppin the cowl by 2 Tone. You know the rapper with two mouths. It looks disturbing at first but when you can spit a verse and sing the harmony you have something there. Thought don't tell others that song has some heavy hero slander but the beat is awesome.
To anyone that wants to answer: If you could have any other quirk in your class, which one would you have?
"I'd like Kira's quirk. It is very versatile and is wasted on a dullard like her."
To everyone: in a parallel world if you where a villain what would your villain name be.
"Mustard, no that's stupid. Plague, mmm feels like someone beat me to it. Hell Viper sounds cool."
To everyone: have you had your first kiss yet?
"Yes and I wish that I didn't! In middle school I went out with a girl for two weeks. Hand holding, texting cute crap, kissing the whole nine yards. Come to find out it was a trap to get me jumped by her real boyfriend and some goons that didn't like me. Bitch."