#Quirk: Spacetime Manipulation

[my-rewrite-academia]

Quirk Analysis #2

This will analyse and deconstruct the quirks of Denki, Ochako, and Momo

Kaminari Denki:

Denki generates electricity, as in canon. He captures and converts his body's wasted energy into electricity, along with his heart. The heart automatically generates electrical currents as ions cross through cell membranes, but his heart produces far more. As opposed to 60-100 times per minute, his heart produces an electrical stimulus about 500-750 per minute. 

Of course, this is incredibly bad for normal people, but his anatomy allows and thrives off of it. If it goes lower than 500, there is a chance his heart will stop.

The further his electricity travels, the more it disperses and weakens. To combat this, Izuku suggests using a metal weapon, such as a tonfa or baton, to coat it in electricity, helping him with both his accuracy and general output.

From experimenting, they find out he can use up to 1.3 million volts, (same as USJ canon), before he short circuits, though he only really needs about 50 to knock someone out.

He's recommended to learn hand-to-hand combat, from which he can shock his opponents with low bursts of electricity, and to learn combat with metal weaponry. He also adds a water gun, which he can infuse with water to target more accurately from a distance, until he can do it without it.

Izuku has him eat more electrically-charged fruits, such as tamarind and lemons, and to use his electricity to do more than shock. To burn.

Uraraka Ochako:

Her quirk does not affect gravity. It doesn't nullify or manipulate it. After all, nullifying gravity is not the only force in action. If she only nullified gravity on Izuku's body when he fell, he would have continued to fall as the momentum would still exist. Additionally, she would not have been able to get an infinity in the ball throw, as the air resistance would halt the ball's movements.

Gravity is the curving of spacetime by all the objects in it, combined with the "geodesic" (straight) motions of those objects through the spacetime. To put it into perspective: if you place a ball on the top of a hill, it would appear to you as rolling down a curvature. However, to the ball, it is simply moving straight across the ground. 

It could be reducing mass, but that wouldn't explain why objects floated, as they would still be heavier than air. If it were lighter than air, it would shoot straight up into space. 

The only explanation is that she is accelerating the force whatever she touches. Whether it be to stop Izuku from falling, or to throw a ball into space. However, this isn't enough to explain why Izuku didn't die from falling, as the force change would be too hard on his body, buff or not.

Along with accelerating force, she is using telekinesis to reinforce the objects as well. The telekinesis is how she can accelerate them as though the mass is less. In other words, as opposed to gravity negation or even mass reduction, her quirk is telekinetic acceleration.

In other words, she could theoretically increase or decrease the force of any object she interacts with, meaning, if we still want to go by gravitational terms, she could significantly increase the gravity on a person or object. This would also mean that she doesn’t necessarily have a weight limit, just a force limit.

Yaoyorozu Momo:

Momo does not produce items from her lipids or fat, which is proven by a small experiment. Before the experiment, her weight is 53 kg/116.84 lb, which is just under average for her height. Izuku had her produce the heaviest item she could, and weighed her afterwards. 53 kg/116.84 lb. Then they had her do a mukbang, basically, where she would eat as much as she could. 53kg/116.84 lb. 

As opposed to using her fats or lipids, she's in actuality creating items using the energy generated from digesting food. This is why she does not gain nor lose weight. She isn't limited by her fat or lipids, she is limited by both her metabolism and how much she has eaten before a fight. 

In the same vein, this means she takes longer to regain energy to use her quirk. As high as her metabolism is, it still takes time for food to properly digest. 

In order to strengthen her quirk, she has to eat more whenever she gets the chance. Banana, oily fish, eggs, foods that give the most energy.

Finally, she just has to continue studying, as her quirk highly relies on her intelligence.

[greatwyrmgold]

I wanted to share a couple of the longer answers I wrote in @kiwi-gnosia-blog's Gnosia Anime Predictions survey.

(after two questions about "the kind of adaptation you are hoping for") Write down anything else you wish to say on the subject (expand on your picks and/or talk about what else you want).

A "faithful" adaptation of Gnosia's plot would require also including much of Gnosia's gameplay structure, and quite frankly I don't see that working in anime. (Certainly not in a standard one-cour season of weekly 22-minute episodes.) Compromises need to be made. As long as the characters and tone are intact, and there aren't any arbitrary changes to significant scenes, I'll be content.

What things do you expect the anime to do that you would dislike?

I'm worried about Setsu's gender. And Raqio's gender. And Raqio in general. Will they be sympathetic despite their abrasive demeanor and assholish behavior? Will they be flanderized into a heartless villain? Or will they be flattened into a tsundere backup waifu for Yuri?

I have similar concerns about characters who aren't Raqio. (Though Raqio is both my favorite character and probably the likeliest to get sanded down.) Will Comet's shockingly grim background be toned down or handwaved? Will Jonas's dangerous egotism be replaced with more goofy dialogue? Will Yuriko just be a villain? What are they gonna do with SQ??

God, SQ. Manan aside, her balance of selfishness and sympathetic qualities would be so easy to mess up. And that's ignoring how people tend to write women. I'm worried that she's going to either be a one-dimensional manipulative bitch or a one-dimensional infantilized waifu. If Raqio has any competition in the Liable To Be Ruined By Adaptation Olympics, it's SQ.

Oh, and the pacing is gonna be…interesting. Again, one cour of 22-minute episodes is NOT a lot of time to tell a story across dozens of time loops, especially if they're going to keep any of the social deduction elements.

Anything else?

I don't think it's likely, but part of me is worried that Gnosia is going to turn into a spacetime harem anime. Each loop, Yuri ends up with a different DQO waifu. Setsu is set up as the endgame love interest, but Yuri also ends up fooling around with the other girls (in this nightmare Setsu and Raqio are both girls).

What are your predictions/expectations in regards to Yuri?

(Note: Yuri is the player character stand-in for Gnosia's anime.)

I expect Yuri to be a relatively generic, kinda bland dude. A guy with little personality whose main redeeming quality is that he doesn't get in the way of the other characters' quirky personalities. He just kinda feels extraneous, more of a spectator to the plot than a participant in it. (Like the actual protagonist in the original game sometimes felt.)

I hope Yuri gets their own quirks. Like, clearly being able to talk but preferring to communicate without talking. Going along with every ridiculous thing someone suggests in po-faced solemnity. Setsu assumed that Yuri was traumatized or stressed by the time loop until they see Yuri's first loops and realizes they've always been like that.

Oh, and I also hope Yuri is nonbinary. NB squad with them, Setsu, and Raqio. It's a long shot, but I'd love such a quee—I mean, such a clear statement of intent.

Any other predictions?

I'm trying to keep my expectations realistic. It'll probably end up as a 6/10 sci-fi series that bungles at least one of the challenges that comes with adapting this kind of story into a single-cour anime. It'll probably be too focused on trying to meet those challenges to do anything interesting with Yuri or expand the universe. It'll probably make annoying creative choices about Raqio and SQ and at least a couple of other characters. It'll probably be overly-cautious about two of its central characters being explicitly not cis.

But maybe I'm wrong. I hope I'm being pessimistic.

[3ratsinatrenchcoatatabar]

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Quirks for your mha drself!:

(Don't give credit for any of the quirks, just use them to your liking＼⁠(⁠^⁠o⁠^⁠)⁠／)

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Name: Zombie

Abilities: enhanced senses, can find people using sound, immortality.

If a user bites someone the target is paralyzed and is victim to severe hallucinations.

Can reattach detached body parts with ease.

Cannot feel pain.

Weaknesses: skin can burn in the sunlight, dies if hit in the head, if senses are overloaded the user passes out.

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Name: blood knight

Abilities: ability to control blood into a weapon, for example the user morphing their blood into a sword.

Weaknesses: the user passes out if they use their quirk for too long, or they take too much of their blood to make a weapon.

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Name: television

Abilities: can go into a television and manipulate any character that was from a show that was playing on the TV they went into.

Weaknesses: characters will only be half as strong as their canon versions, a character's personality can interfere with how strong the control the user has over them, the user can only have the character out for 10 minutes at most.

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Name: Bat queen/king

Abilities: can transform into a bat, fly, control/summon bats, amazing hearing,and have night vision.

Weaknesses: eyes are extremely sensitive to light, needs to eat raw food to preserve abilities, eats are much more sensitive and the user can go deaf temporarily if they hear sounds over a normal human scream.

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Name: forest nymph

Abilities: ability to control plants, can fly using fairy wings, can transform into a plant, can talk to animals.

Weaknesses: powers strength are dependent on the time of day, day is when the user's abilities are the strongest and night are when they are at their weakest.Fairy wings are extremely delicate and can rip at the slightest touch of pressure.Plant transformation can only last 10 minutes.Can only talk to non domesticated animals, so no house pets.

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Name: Baker

Abilities: can create minions out of dough, and control said minions to do their bidding.

Weaknesses: these minions have to be made with dough that has the user's DNA, also the minions become less useful the older the dough is.

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Name: Melody

Abilities: a song the user sings can give many side effects to the listener depending on the song, if it's a song about flowers in a field the listener will hallucinate being transported to a flower field, if its a song about going to hell the listener will feel like they're in hell while listening to the song.

Weaknesses: once the song stops the user's ability will not work on the same victim for at least 20 minutes, the user can break out of the hallucination depending on how strong their mental state is, intensity of hallucination depends on how good the user is at singing.

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Name: Demon

Abilities: can control fire, increased strength, increased agility, demon horns, immune to fire.

Weaknesses: weak to ice and cold weather, demon horns need to be cut weekly or they become basically weights on the user's head.

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Name: X-ray

Abilities: can see through anything, lies, bags, graves, etc.The user only has glance to the object and say they want to look through it in their head.

Weaknesses: the thing they look through can be blurry depending on how thick the material is.

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Name: break

Ability: the user has the ability to break anything, bones, chains, spacetime, ANYTHING.

Weakness: the object can take longer or shorter to break depending on what it's made of, so you can technically break anything, it will just take longer depending on what you're trying to break.

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Name: absolute null.

Abilities: the user can turn anyplace to a null zone, which is a zone that basically looks like stopped time with gray scale.

Weaknesses: the null zone can only be activated for 9 minutes and the user gets more exhausted the longer the ability is activated.

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Name: Frankenstein

Abilities: can bring the dead back to life to do their bidding.

Weaknesses: depending on how decomposed the body they resurrected is, it can be completely useless or actually useful.

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Have fun with your quirks and go shift!!!! (⁠つ⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)⁠つ

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[ao3feed-undertale1]

Your Lives Are My Game

read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/60357472 by Xerem7 Join Izuku as he plays around in a world of heroes and villains, exploring many different routes and endings, uncaring of the consequences thanks to his all-powerful spacetime manipulating abilities. CROSSPOSTED ON WATTPAD WATTPAD: AntiXerem/AntiXerem7 Words: 13839, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga), Undertale (Video Game) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/F, F/M, Multi Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Inko, Bakugou Katsuki, Nedzu (My Hero Academia), Jirou Kyouka, Yaoyorozu Momo, Ashido Mina, Muffet (Undertale), Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Sensei | All For One, Toga Himiko, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Class 1-A (My Hero Academia) Relationships: Ashido Mina/Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku/Yaoyorozu Momo, Jirou Kyouka/Midoriya Izuku Additional Tags: Time Travel, Angst, Midoriya Izuku Does Not Have One for All Quirk, Character Death, a lot of it, Morally Ambiguous Hero Public Safety Commission (My Hero Academia), Undertale Saves and Resets, Multiple Endings, Midoriya Izuku-centric, Midoriya Izuku is a Little Shit, Morally Ambiguous Midoriya Izuku, Eldritch Midoriya Izuku, Alien Midoriya Izuku, Overpowered Midoriya Izuku, Mental Health Issues, Trauma, Not Canon Compliant read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/60357472

[starsrshiney]

More Crossovers I can't get out of my head but chances are I won't write longform prose of

MHA x MapleStory

(take note: that my for-sure knowledge of MHA only goes up to the Culture Festival, but I have some wiki-walk knowledge of afterwards)

BACKSTORY- how MHA world interacts with mapleworld.

Sometime before Izuku gets into late middle school (aka the jump off the roof scene doesn't happen), our little green bean is involved in a villain attack where said villain has the quirk of making people disappear.

Little did said villain know, by 'disappear' they mean 'send to another universe.' Izuku gets sent to Maple World.

Scenario 1- Izuku lands in Ereve, becomes a Cygnus Knight

Pretty much just as it says. Izuku lands in Ereve. The Cygnus Knights are wary for a bit, but quickly realize that Izuku is just a lost kid.

The Knights agree to help Izuku get home, and lo and behold, representatives from Izuku's world/ the Hero Public Safety Commission do find a way to contact Maple World (what with Maple world's wonky relationship with spacetime, its a wonder they didn't before.)

Except when the HPSC representatives find out that the only person from their world here is a Quirkless child, they tell Cygnus to keep him and go on their way.

No One Is Happy With That.

Some time after the reps leave, Izuku realizes that he can, in fact, manipulate Maple World's magic. (Could Alicia have done something to him [putting Izu's time in maple pre-kidnapping by Damien]? Perhaps. She is the Transcendent of Life and Was Also Not Happy with what she heard from Cygnus' rantings during their teatime.)

Now that he has power, Izuku is still determined to Help. He joins the Cygnus knights officially, becoming a Thunder Breaker (because OFA or no OFA, he still ends up a brawler with electric motifs.)

(Timeskip as Izuku grows as a knight, meeting other Maplestory characters who are a part of the Maple Alliance including but not limited to Evan, Hayato & Kanna, Kinesis, and Tear/ Angelic Buster)

When Izuku gets close to main MHA story age (post Alicia's kidnapping/ Cygnus' Awakening, probably even post Heroes Blockbuster) the HPSC reps make contact again. It turns out Maple World was the only alternate universe they could find and they've gotten to the point where they need to rescue someone or the public would riot. "Even the quirkless child."

Cygnus basically says "no, you said to keep him and we did. He adapted to our magic just fine and is a fine Knight now."

[The HPSC is nervous. This is not the little girl Empress they talked to last time.]

(Really, despite everything Izuku does want to go back, even if Cygnus and the chief knights think the only redeemable things about Izuku's world [that they've heard from Izuku's stories] are Izuku, his mother, and All Might [they've even convinced him to stop calling Bakugou 'Kacchan.'] But Cygnus is NOT sending him back without making sure some things go right for him. He put his all for Her and the other Knights, she will make sure she can respond to such loyalty.)

This goes back and forth for a while until Nedzu joins the calls and offers to give Izuku a spot at UA. The HPSC try to talk Nedzu down from this, still stuck on "Quirkless child" but Nedzu points out that they were told he has this new world's magic and has become a full fledged Knight, he sounds like he's already ahead of most normal first years.

Nedzu would also like to have some interdimensional chess games with Neinhart, but that's a side detail at the moment.

The HPSC grumble but agree to give him a test similar to the reccomendation exam, and Cygnus agrees to send Izuku back.

But she and other Knights do give him some Decorative Armor (cash shop equips) so he can look like a Pirate Hero when he does join UA (and even if the HPSC doubts he can pass their test, Cygnus and Chief Knights have no doubt)

(Insert HPSC dropping their jaws as their test is decimated by a kid who's making shark heads out of lightning. Izuku doesn't wear his new duds for this, as he figures he should look as basic as possible to maximize the contrast.)

Other notes:

During a meeting with Nedzu, Izuku asks if he can make sure their Earth isn't actually the future version Friend World. Nedzu confirms- there was never a sinkhole in Seoul and no reports of powers before Quirks.

Bakugou tries to pull the Deku card on Izuku when they meet up at UA. Izuku, now having healthy self esteem thanks to Cygnus and the Chief Knights, doesn't let that slide.

Being gone from Earth for a long time, Izuku gets introduced to underground heroes by Eraserhead (also only finds out about Eraserhead during day one) but is able to mentally equate it with how the Night Walker branch of the Cygnus Knights work- they move in the darkness to bring justice where light doesn't reach.

Despite not seeing Izuku in the trials (therefore not 'knowing he hurts himself') Eraserhead tries to erase Izu's 'quirk' during the ball toss, only to find out that his quirk doesn't do anything to Izu's Thunder Breaker magic.

Izuku officially debuts his Decorative Armor look during the beginning of the battle trials, when everyone else in the class debuts their looks.

Bakugou tries to target Izuku during the battle trials, only to get a face full of lightning shark and a gut full of lightning-that-moves-like water.

Izuku actually likens Bakugou to the Resistance's Blasters- some of who he's sparred with in the past with the Maple Alliance.

Fast forward to the USJ and we get another big change. When the villains invade, they bring not only the Nomu, but also a Xenoroid.

Guess who didn't die during the Black Heaven blockbuster and instead got isekai'd to MHA-Earth? Yep, Gellimer joins All for One and Dr Garaki as a mentor/ supplier for the League of Villains.

Izuku is Not Happy to see a Xenoroid on Earth. When Kurogiri comes to scatter the students, Izuku yell-asks where they got the Xenoroid from. Kurogiri is shocked that 'this student knows Doctor Gellimer's creation by name.' Izuku is Even More Not Happy that Gellimer is alive.

Kurogiri tries to scatter everyone, Izuku aims a Sea Wave at his metal brace, shocking him. Izuku/ Tsuyu/ Mineta get sent to the Flood Zone, but no one else (besides Bakugou and Kirishima, who attacked earlier) gets scattered due to Kurogiri not expecting that shock.

Izuku, still having access to his Inventory from Maple World, pops an Air Bubble from Aqua Road when he recognizes he's underwater. Shark-quirk guy gets lightning-shark punched.

Tsuyu pulls Izuku out of the water, the trio gets back to the mainland, Izuku goes straight for the Xenoroid.

Gellimer, watching through the Xenoroids eyes despite the jamming quirk, Is Not Happy seeing Cygnus Knight techniques being used on his Xenoroid. They should be back in Maple World, dammit.

Izuku's classmates (the ones who weren't teleported by Kurogiri anyway,) quickly see how much Izuku was holding back during the battle trials when he goes Full Knight on the Xenoroid. (He only used first and second-job skills during the trial, but goes third and not-fully-trained fourth-job skills against the Xenoroid.)

Eraserhead is Not Happy he did that, but Izuku makes his point that this is Maple World/ Cygnus Knight business.

Izuku even holds his own against the Nomu for a bit, because while it has shock absorption, that was more for kinetic-energy shock and not electric shock. Izuku likens it to fighting a Boss Monster. Also, being designed to kill All Might, it can barely touch Izuku and his 'electricity that flows like water' style of movement.

Note- holds his own, not beats. All Might still comes in for that.

Side fic idea- Midoriya explains Maple World Terms to the Class. Basically, during free periods someone asks about Mido's time in Maple World and Izuku explains how things work there. Topics include- the difference between Warrior/ Magician/ Bowman/ Thief/ Pirate fighting styles and why most heroes here on Earth would be considered Pirates (hand-to-hand fighting styles are Pirate fighting styles,) A breakdown of the different branches of the Cygnus Knights, an introduction to the Heroes of Maple World, The Resistance and why Bakugou would be a Blaster, etc. (Bonus points- Izuku says that by being the pirate branch, the Thunder Breakers are essentially the problem children of the Cygnus Knights. Eraserhead believes it.)

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Remember how I said crossoverS? Well, Thunder Breaker!Izuku is the most developed, but I did have other ideas

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Scenario 1.5- Izuku lands in Ereve, becomes Neinhart's disciple

Instead of becoming a Thunder Breaker, Neinhart takes note of Izuku's analytical mind and decides that its high time he took an apprentice. He still gets basic training with other knights, and ends up making a connection with all five of the Cygnus Knight Elemental Spirits. I forget the elemental spirits actual names atm, so I'm going with Soul/ Umbra/ Ignis/ Ventus/ Lightning.

This is basically a works-with-his-mind Izuku. "Mechanically" he would be like a mix of Shade and Lara, punching with spirit friends helping along. Highlights include

Battle Trial- Bakugou goes after Izuku. Izuku compares the gauntlets to Blaster weapons and has Ignis and Lightning go after the pins, while Soul, Umbra, and Ventus distract Bakugou. When Bakugou tries to do the big explosion, he find the pins were forcibly welded to the gauntlets.

Tokoyami/ Dark Shadow and Umbra friendship

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Scenario 2- Izuku lands on the Lumiere/ Crystal Garden, becomes Phantom's disciple Codename: Impeccable Memory, Immaculate Analysis

Post Lotus- possession/ talking to Aria's ghost, Phantom's short lived mental peace gets shattered when a kid from another world lands on his flying boat. He decides to drop the kid off at Ereve the next time they're in the area, but by the time that happens Phantom is too impressed by Izuku's analytical abilities and decides to train him as a successor.

During the Heroes Blockbuster, Luminous Is Not Happy to hear that Phantom has a disciple. Izuku is happy to have a friend his age in Evan.

Under Phantom's training, Izuku's analysis combined with Maple World Magic gives him the ability to copy/ "Steal" any ability he's analyzed enough of (though like Phantom he can only use so much at a time.) When he gets back to Earth its discovered that this ability applies even to Quirks.

Bakugou is Not Happy that "Deku" used his quirk to do the ball toss.

Iida is aghast that his engine could be copied during the dash test.

Monoma's hatred is aimed only at Izuku for doing the Phantom Thief thing like he is, except Izuku claims to be trained by a Phantom Thief named Phantom

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Scenario 3- Izuku lands in Edelstien, becomes a Wild Hunter

Honestly, this one is mostly for the gag of Eraserhead telling Izuku not to bring a Jaguar to class, only for Izuku to bring a different one next time. And then Eraserhead just giving up because the jaguars are tamer than most alley cats he feeds. Until Izuku needs to fight, of course.

Also a gag of Shigaraki sending the USJ nomu to attack the jaguar riding kid, but Izuku just seeing a boss monster out of the corner of his eye throws out a wall of drills that tears the nomu apart.

Shigaraki: How are you a hero? You tore my nomu apart with a wall of drills! I don't even know villains who do that!

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AND NOW FOR SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT

NEW SCENARIO WITH A NEW BACKSTORY-

Everyone knew Izuku was born Quirkless. What fewer people knew was that Inko was as well.

After all, her family's Telekinesis wasn't a quirk. Her ancestor had telekinesis since before the glowing baby was born.

They used to tell everyone that their power wasn't a Quirk, but stopped when they were accused of being part of the original Meta Liberation Army. But within the family they kept the knowledge of being descended from the hero that went to another world.

With her own grasp of telekinesis being so weak, Inko thought the power of her family has finally been exhausted when Izuku didn't show any signs of his own powers.

Until elementary school Izuku, emotional from being bullied, opens a new Sinkhole.

Scenario 4- Midoriya, Descendant of Kinesis

[my-hero-aaron]

Provisional Licenses, Part 3

Perched up on the roof, atop a positively huge flower, sat Oliver, ready to hit some targets of his own with what looked like an improvised slingshot built from vines.

No sooner than I had pieced together just what Oliver was up to, was when he acted. A ball went whizzing over my head, and impacted with a dull thud. Before I could turn around to see what (or who) Ollie had hit, however, a sound like the world’s loudest vaccum tube being opened assaulted my ears, and I felt the air start to tear from my lips. Thankfully, there was a harsh drop in temperature to go with this odd effect permeating the air around me, and, in hindsight, that kept me lucid enough to channel the cold into a mask over my mouth and nose, keeping all the air from ripping from my lungs. Unfortunately, that momentary reaction gave whoever was behind me the opportunity they were looking for, and I heard the sound of a ball slamming into the target at my back.

Oh HECK, that’s not a good thing... was the only thought to cross my mind as I spun to face my opponent. The first thing I noticed about the girl was her hair, which, while a bit over the top, was an absolute look and she wore it well. It started out dark blue near her head, and gracefully blended to white at the tips. She wasn’t much taller than K, and her grey eyes were sharp with what looked like either shock, fury, or a dangerous combination of both. The rest of her face was covered by a pretty utilitarian gas mask, and there were a few tanks that it was connected to on her back. Immediately, I noted that two of the three targets scattered around her body were already lit, and I knew that this was my chance to take a step toward passing.Stepping forward out of the roaring din of air-weirdness she’d stuck me in, I threw what was in both hands at her with a surprisingly practiced motion. The snowball in my left hand, having been thrown just a bit earlier, worked magnificently as a feint, disintegrating against her chest harmlessly, forcing her to dodge into the path of the actual ball I’d thrown.

“Who are you and HOW THE HELL DID YOU NOT GET AFFECTED BY THAT?” Despite the muffling of her support item, the rage in her voice was incredibly evident.

In one smooth motion, I raised a hand to toss a finger gun the girl’s way, dispelling the mask around my face.

“Let’s just say I don’t freeze up like most folks! Thanks for the charge-up!” I quipped, turning to Kailey and taking her hand once again as I dashed off past the girl, who now looked so beside herself I was shocked she didn’t burst a vein or something.

After a bit of jogging, Kailey and I found ourselves in the middle of what looked like a town square. The lack of cover from the surrounding buildings had hardly begun to make me nervous before a few somewhat quiet footfalls could be heard from one of the surrounding buildings. Rather than whirling to face the sound like K did, I grit my teeth a bit, and stomped a foot, putting into motion the special move I had been working on. The balance between flow and surface area had been hard to pin down, and it still was nowhere near the efficiency I needed to really pull it off effectively. I could feel the collossal drain it was putting on the store of cold left in my chestplate, and I knew that we had to act fast. As best as I could, I reached out with my thermal senses, hoping to get a ping nearby. Other than my best friend right next to me, there seemed to be one other person in the area, obviously the source of the footsteps. Slowly, I let go of K’s hand, and started to walk toward them, the cloud of fog I was putting out coming with me. Clearly the cloud was having the intended effect, as a few stray balls came swirling through the fog in a vain attempt to hit me. Only one came close to it’s mark, and it was relatively simple to slip my arm out of the way. Thankfully, Kailey was behind me when I slipped into the building, and I did my best to maintain the cloud as we snuck up the stairs to try to find the person’s vantage point. She spotted the person ages before me, and a small flicker formed around Kailey’s prey as she threw three balls, aimed perfectly to hit the unaware young hero-to-be. Judging by the slowness of their reaction, that little flicker was K messing with time, and it was only a moment before the person let out a startled groan. With that, my best friend had passed the first part of the test, and now all that was left was for me to find one more person to knock out.   

Unfortunately, as I stepped down into the lower floor of the building, I found, upon examination, it was obvious that my chestpiece didn’t have much as far as stores of cold go. I knew the fog cloud was going to burn off a lot of what I had stored, but the fluid inside my armor was well, just that. Fluid. Even before we’d snuck in here under the cover of a bubble of mist, the thing had been frozen stock solid. Whatever I was going to do, it had to be two things: clever, and simple. Not to mention the fact that all I had keeping me from getting knocked out was the one target on the inside of my arm.

I slipped a palm against the wall, hoping there would be at least some sort of water piping in these buildings, but all I could feel, at least in my immediate vicinity, was concrete and plaster, and they were all plenty warm from the sun that was beating down into the arena. I’d really have to keep it economical, the last thing I needed was to overextend myself in the middle of a hostile arena like this. My moment of thought afforded me one grace, though. There was the telltale crunching sound of frozen grass outside reaching my ears, and it was obvious that it wasn’t K walking away. I scrambled to hide somewhere, anywhere in the building I was standing in, and thankfully, my dive behind the full-length bookshelf got me out of sight of whoever was walking in. Unfortunately, my movement was less than silent, so it was pretty clear there was someone else in the room, and my adversary tipped off that they knew this, calling out “Hey, I know you’re in here. Come out, face me! I want a good fight.”

My pulse quickened noticably at this. There weren’t exactly obvious actions to take here, and I could feel my brain screaming through options, trying to piece something together to pull off this fight in my favor.

“I saw you had two targets lit up, and I’m in the same boat. How about a duel?”

I pressed a hand to my chest, double checking just how much cold was stored there. By my estimation, I could maybe get away with one little blast of smoke, just enough to make whoever was challenging me’s throw that much harder. The last piece clicked into place, and taking in a deep breath, I unsnapped my cape from my shoulders, rolled out from behind where I was hiding, and put up a column of fog directly in front of the young man who was standing in the doorway. As I dashed forward to get in close, one hand had a tight grip on a ball, ready to strike, and the other flung my now loose cape into the fog. A small thud rang around the room as the cape did just what I was expecting it to: catch a ball that was heading for my now-open arm target. A few more dashed steps, and my target was directly in front of me: One of K’s childhood bullies.

“Game over, Hiraba.” I spat, my hand slamming into the third target on his chest. Apparently, I put a little bit more into the blow than I was intending, because he visibly stumbled, his heels slipping on the ice underfoot.  

“I-I-I- that’s not FAIR, Aaron! I couldn’t see you, and you were so much faster than I was expecting-”

“Consider yourself lucky I kept it to something small, you deserve worse.” I really hoped my face didn’t belie the incredibly obvious bluff I was pulling. Judging by the fear in his eyes, either he remembered that time I practically exploded when we were kids, or I was really selling the whole stabby mcgee angle. He had a few spluttering words for me as I turned on my heel, snatched up my cape off the floor, and stepped over him and through the doorway. I honestly didn’t hear a single one. Heck, I was so enthused about making it through this trial that I almost didn’t notice that Hiraba’s two partners in crime, Osaki and Kanai, were outside as well, more than a bit dumbfounded at the burning frost in my eyes and the smoke at my back, a bundle of cold-stiffened fabric in my hands.

As I walked into the little area that they had set up to gather all the folks who had completed the test, I spotted K’s vantablack gloves standing out in the crowd like someone had sliced the space they occupied out, leaving a sharp black void in their place. Thankfully, Oliver’s green hair was poking through the crowd next to her as well, and I jogged up to my pals, a smile on my face.

“Looks like we all made it, y’all! Got your snipe on, huh Ollie?”

“Golly, well it sure worked, I’m just glad that flower was so helpful!” Oliver chirped, bubbly as usual. I flashed a broader smile K’s way, a chuckle bubbling through it.

“Jeez hon, you really put the smackdown on Amber! Not like she didn’t have it coming or anything, but that was quite the trouncing.”

“As if you didn’t get a hit in on Mekai of all people!”

I opened my mouth to, if I was honest, get a little overexcited about the fact I managed to tag the guy who was aware of everything, there was a screech of interference blasted from the speakers, and the whole room was wincing as the screen in front of the table full of food flicked on.

“Alright, now that the last of you have arrived, we can make clear just what the second phase of the test is going to look like. If you’d direct your attention to the screen, please, everything will become clear.”

Mere moments after he’d stopped speaking, the camera view of the test field where we had just struggled to pull off that whole combat scenario filled the screen, and with a colossal roar, began to shake, the screen filling with smoke. Once things had cleared up, however, it was obvious just what had went down. The entire landscape of where we had just been was in ruins.

“As you can see, there has now been a terrorist attack by villains on the area. There are going to be a large variety of victims in the wreckage, and they need saving. Before the EMTs arrive, you’ll have to fill in. Get moving!” Once again, the walls of the room we were in fell with a creak, and we rushed in.

[valdomarx]

time enough for counting (when the dealing's done)

McShep + Vegas fix-it, requested by @beautifulmonster. 2k, rated M.

Bad beat

John had always known it would end like this. 

Well, the space aliens and the shady government organization had been a surprise. But the bleeding out, alone in the desert - yeah, that was always how he was going to go.

There’s a kind of dark satisfaction in seeing the world turn out exactly as shitty and brutal as you knew it would be. Called it.

His moment of sick vindication is interrupted, though, by a figure standing over him and peering down with cursory interest.

Sharp black suit, spotless even in the heat and the muck. Hands in pockets, head quirked in something that might be amusement. “Should have known you’d pull a stunt like this,” it says, and John would smirk at playing to type but the blood loss pulls him under.

Ante up

He wakes to pain. Vicious, lancing pain and the cloying smell of antiseptic and the beeping of monitors. He tries to sit up and his chest screams until he collapses back onto the bed.

Next to him, a slightly rumpled McKay is tapping furiously at a laptop. “Don’t go dying on me now, Sheppard,” he says without looking up. “I’ve got plans for you.”

Buy-in

The next time he wakes, the light has faded. It must be evening. 

The hospital room - his own private room, he realizes - is nice. Far too nice for the local joint. Must be private. Must have cost someone a pretty penny. He would have told whoever it is to save their cash.

“You’re awake. Good.” McKay strides in, less rumpled now. Neat black suit back in perfect order. “I don’t have much time, so listen up.”

He tells John how they destroyed the Wraith target before he could get a message to his buddies in Pegasus. How this universe is safe, but the spacetime rift has sent that information echoing through other universes. How they’re putting together a team to visit these other universes; warn them, offer to help if they can.

How he’ll be leaving in a few hours to head up the program. How he thinks John might be able to help.

John blinks. His eyelids are sticky and his mouth is full of fluff.

“Why the hell would you bring this to me?”

McKay flashes him an enigmatic smile. “You did save the world. Maybe you’re more of a hero than you realize.”

On the flop

He gets unceremoniously booted out of the hospital a few days later, when it becomes obvious that he’s not going to die and whoever was bankrolling his stay isn’t any more.

His car is totaled. The money inside is gone. He’s got the clothes on his back, a mountain of debt, no job, and -

He sticks a hand into the pocket of his jacket. There’s something in there: a neat rectangle of card which reads, Doctor Rodney McKay, PhD PhD. Don’t call me, I’ll call you. There’s no phone number.

He heads for the nearest motel he can find, picks up two bottles of rotgut whiskey, and drinks until he manages to pass out amid the sounds of yelling and the scuttering of cockroaches. 

Into the muck

Whatever the fuck else might be going on in the world, there is always the constant: 52 cards, 4 suits, the flick of the dealer’s wrist as he lays out your fortunes, the wins and the loses and the ones where you came oh so close.

He’s back at Mikey’s within a week, borrowing more to get out ahead of this debt, even though he knows that’s never going to work.

Maybe it’ll be different this time. Maybe he can win what he needs, pay off the people he has to, and use the rest to make a start somewhere other than here. Anywhere other than this desert full of chips and blood and corpses and filth.

It’s going to be a good night, he tells himself as he settles into a squeaky plastic chair at a low-roller table and looks around at his competition. Tourists and chumps, and he can take these guys no problem.

Pot-committed

He’s woken by a shrill ringing. His head feels like he’s stuck it in a cement mixer and his mouth tastes like cheap whiskey and puke. He rolls over, covers his ears with a ratty pillow, and ignores it.

The ringing continues. What the fuck? It’s a phone. It keeps ringing. He doesn’t own a phone.

Whoever the fuck is calling is still going, so with a groan he sits up and, bleary-eyed, looks for the phone. He finds it in his jacket pocket, and he’s almost certain it wasn’t there last night.

“Yeah?” he says as he answers it. “What do you want?”

“Sheppard,” a crisp, familiar voice says. “I’ve got a job for you.”

Sheppard closes his eyes. The last thing he needs right now is a world-ending crisis. “Can’t,” he says shortly. “I’ve got… business to attend to.”

McKay snorts. “Another fortune to lose at the poker table? I’m sure you do.” John can hear judgement radiating down the phone line. Then McKay sighs and softens. “Tell you what, meet me and hear me out, and I’ll see what I can do about clearing that off-the-books debt for you.”

That pings John’s bullshit meter, for sure, because that much money doesn’t get casually tossed around even in defense circles. But McKay gives him the address of a pancake place to meet for breakfast and what the hell, he does like pancakes.

Check in the dark

“We keep running into you,” McKay says, shoveling maple syrup-covered pancakes into his mouth with great enthusiasm. “Or, well, other versions of you. Practically every universe we’ve visited so far, you’re leading the team.”

John raises an eyebrow. Not much surprises him any more, but parallel realities strain even his credulity.

“It would be easier,” McKay continues, “if you were with us. You could help us explain. People trust you.”

John jerks back like McKay has slipped a knife between his ribs. McKay doesn’t seem to notice, or perhaps he does notice and is tactful or manipulative enough not to acknowledge it.

“Come work with me. We’d need to get you some -” he gestures with a fork, “- training, obviously. But you could be useful. You could do some good.”

John shifts in his seat. “I can’t just leave.”

McKay scowls at him. “Right, because you’ve got so many compelling reasons to stay.”

Gutshot

He ends up in some anonymous Air Force bunker in Colorado, of all places, and being around so much military life has his hackles rising. He’s deposited in a blank, windowless room with a desk covered in stacks of carefully redacted mission reports from the Stargate program which he reads voraciously because this is wild, this is unbelievable, but it’s also all true.

McKay finds him a few days later, lounging in the doorway as impeccable as ever. John is suddenly very aware of the fact he’s been sleeping in his clothes.

“Keeping busy?” McKay asks, voice dripping with condescension and something else John doesn’t want to put his finger on.

John nibbles the pen he’s holding as he considers how to answer that, and he notices the way McKay’s eyes flick to his mouth. Ahh. Interesting.

“Staying out of trouble, at least,” he drawls, letting his posture slacken so he’s lounging against the back of the chair and his knees are spread wide. It’s been a while but he knows how to play this game. 

McKay walks around to his side of the desk, each step measured and precise. Not too fast, no sudden movements, a predator lining up for the kill. John tilts his head back and bares his neck, because he knows how to play the role of prey. McKay perches on the edge of the desk between his legs, looks down his nose, and says, “Somehow I doubt that.”

“I can behave.” He looks up from under his lashes. It’s not exactly subtle, but fuck it, they’re way past that by now. “When properly motivated.”

McKay leans in, all sharp smiles and gleaming edges, and John shudders. McKay notices and the sharp edges of his smile glistens. 

“I know you can, Sheppard,” McKay says in a low voice that has the hairs on the back of his neck standing up. “I told you before. I know everything about you.”

Damn the man, John thinks, and then McKay winds his fingers into John's hair and yanks him in for a hot, messy kiss and John stops thinking altogether. 

Afterwards, as he makes vain attempts to pull up his shirt collar to hide the bite marks and to wipe the come stains off the classified military files, John reflects that he may truly be in over his head this time.

Under the gun

A stack of paperwork drops onto his desk with a dull thud. He looks up to find the scowling face of Major Davis.

“Consultant,” Davis says, chilly as ice. “That’s what the Pentagon is willing to offer. You’ll get a salary and accommodation, and in return you’ll help Doctor McKay with his research while he’s on Earth.”

John opens his mouth, though whether it’s to say thank you, to tell Davis to go fuck himself, or to ask for more money, he isn’t sure. Davis holds up a hand to stop him before he can find out.

“I advised against it, given your record. But McKay is a real pain in the ass when he wants to be. So this is what’s on the table. Take it or leave it.”

Tell

McKay’s brow is furrowed and he’s fiddling with some piece of machinery (probably alien, John thinks, and it seems that sort of thing is part of his life now). It blinks to life for a moment before the lights on the top fade away, and McKay swears and bangs it on the table.

“Hey, easy, Chewie,” John chides.

McKay’s eyes narrow. “I thought you said you didn’t like science fiction.”

“Star Wars isn’t science fiction. It’s science fantasy.”

McKay actually smiles at that, something joyous leaping up in the corners of his mouth.

“Knew you were a nerd,” McKay says under his breath, and John punches him playfully in the shoulder. He’s defending his honor, or something.

McKay ducks his head, and a blush creeps up the back of his neck.

Ace high

“I’ve got a surprise for you.” McKay looks even smugger than usual. 

“Yeah?” John slips a leer into the syllable.

But McKay just rolls his eyes. “Not like that. Come on, there’s something I want you to see.”

He leads him down through the base to a lower level, through endless security checks and into a dark hanger. There’s some technology they’ve acquired from an off-world source, he explains, deliberately vague. He’s trying to make some modifications to it, and he thinks John can help with testing.

John has learned to expect the unexpected in this place, but when the lights of the hanger flicker on his breath still catches. It illuminates a ship unlike anything he’s seen before: slick and cylindrical, rear hatch open to show seats and consoles inside.

“It’s fitted with inertial dampers, weapons, a shield,” McKay says breezily. “Oh, and you’ll like this.” He flicks a button on a control and the ship disappears in a haze like hot air. “It’s got a cloak too.”

It’s like something out of a movie, and John is struck speechless. He follows wide-eyed as McKay decloaks the ship to lead them inside and gestures for him to sit.

And woah, the moment he sits the chair glows and a holographic interface springs up in front of him, and he can feel the ship in his mind. He reaches out with a thought and - ping - the display shows a schematic of the hanger.

“Knew you’d be a natural,” McKay says, managing to sound both condescending and delighted. “Want to take her for a spin?”

Yes, everything in him screams, but he thinks about flames and smoke and the shrill, piercing whine of a tail rotor failing, and he grits his teeth against it and says, “I don’t fly any more,” instead.

McKay gives him a long, cool look. 

“We’ll start small,” McKay says, all business, and it’s so easy to relax and follow his lead. “I need you to activate the inertial dampeners while I adjust the shield field strength.”

Okay. Okay. He can do that.

The ship whirs to life.

Short stack

John stares at the blank white walls of his apartment.

It’s better than most places he’s lived in. No roaches, for a start, and it’s clean and has its own kitchen.

But it’s infuriatingly bland, and Colorado is infuriatingly empty, and there’s not so much as a slot machine within an hour’s drive and he is climbing the walls here.

McKay has disappeared on one of those weeks-long missions he can’t or won’t tell John about, and there’s a restless itching under his skin that’s urging him to drink or gamble or fuck or something, and this whole planet seems too small and too constrictive but he doesn’t want to climb under a blanket of booze and drain it all away.

He wants more.

On the river

“Modifications are done,” McKay announces. “Shall we test her out?”

The we makes something squirm in John’s gut but he dismisses it with a lazy, “It’s your alien spaceship.”

McKay looks for a moment like he’s going to say something, but then he pulls out a radio and talks into that instead. “This is Gate Ship One, ready for initial shield test burst.”

“Gate Ship One?” John scoffs. “That’s the best you could come up with?”

“It’s a ship that goes through the gate,” McKay pouts, and damn, that’s kind of cute. “Why, what would your suggestion be?”

John tilts his head. He’s seen footage of the ship traveling through the stargate, leaping through the event horizon and leaving barely a ripple in its wake. “Seems more like a puddle jumper to me.”

“You have the soul of a poet,” McKay says acerbically. 

And damn if that’s not kind of cute too.

Dealer’s choice

“Come with me,” McKay says, and John is ready to say yes before he’s even finished speaking. “To Pegasus. To Atlantis. I need to get back there, and I’m sure we can find a way to make you useful.” A little smirk at the end there.

“I don’t know how the Pentagon is going to feel about that,” John says, deliberately languid to hide the way his heart is pounding in his chest. Escape, adventure, somewhere new, somewhere he could be a new person, and he wants it so much it aches.

“Eh, fuck them. They can’t say no to me.”

“Okay,” he shrugs. “Not like I’ve got anything better to do here.”

McKay gives him a look that shoots straight through his defenses and down to his sticky innards. “Yeah, okay,” he says, and it’s soft in a way that makes the ache in John’s chest twist into a deep burn.

All in

The jumper hovers in the air in front of the stargate. 

“Nervous?” McKay asks, carefully casual, like he doesn’t already know the answer.

John hums. The inside of the jumper feels as much like home as any place he knows. What’s another galaxy to a man with no ties?

“You’re going to love it there,” McKay says with a smile he can’t hide. He dials up the gate and it engages with a tremendous whoosh and a burst of brilliant blue light.

Here goes nothing, he thinks as McKay deploys the drive pods and fires up the engines. One last new start. 

[quirkwizard]

i'm thinking of a quirk based off the herrscher of the void from honkai but her powers are so Confusing

One of the fun things about running this blog is trying to delve into power systems that only serve as clusters of chaos and confusion to anyone who tries to read them.

I don't think any of her powers could work. From what I've found, all of her powers have to do with manipulating space and time. Manipulating spacetime is far and above a lot of the Quirks we've seen in the series, both in concept and in power. All that's left is her power to manipulate the void, which has a similar issue. The void is such a vague concept that you can't really build a Quirk around it. Quirks have powers that are easily defined and are comparatively simpler.

[lumilasi]

You can find this template from here

Updated his timeskip look. Made his face more narrower and longer as that seems to have an effect of making the character look older. Also long hair and beard. 

Rest of the Bio below

Age: 24

Sexuality: Aro/Ace

KAIN’S QUIRK EXPLAINED:

Quirk name: Access

BASICS: 

Allows him to access and manipulate people’s minds and bodies, electric devices, the surrounding terrain to an extent, as well as spacetime itself, I.E create portals both in world and other dimensions.

QUIRK WEAKNESSES: 

It requires a lot of energy to be diverted into his brain and quirk, so his physical stamina and health is weaker than average; he needs to constantly be conscious of the energy his body has left to give to both sustain his life AND this complicated quirk. He’s therefore not a close combatant and suffers from myriad of health issues such as headaches, vertigo, dizzy spells and so on. 

Kain also sometimes struggles controlling his power, meaning he passively reads people’s thoughts even when he doesn’t want to, or can even channel their nightmares and anxiety fits, something he ended up suffering from a lot as a child. If he gets too emotionally unstable, his quirk can lash out and harm even his friends involuntarily, such as damaging their internal organs or causing violent hallucinations. This burst is also draining to Kain himself and could lead in severe complications and even death.

Kain’s quirk can be split into four categories:  Portals I Mental Control I Physical Control I Hacking

1. PORTALS (and terms associated with this aspect)

Average Portal: In world portal sizes vary, but typically they are anywhere between palm- to (tall, around 2 meters in diameter) human sized. He can make them bigger, but it requires more energy and often isn’t necessary.

The portals typically have a yellowish glowing edge and can be accessed from both sides. Portals can also be used as an offensive tool by opening one around a person’s limb and cutting it off for example

Rifts: Dimensional rifts look roughly the same but typically last shorter amount of time; he can make them much bigger by default (though it requires a lot of his energy and if he makes a big one, it’s the only thing he can focus on) and even transfer large buildings into other worlds potentially. Typically for this he does need something to enchant his quirk so it doesn’t drain his energy so much

Awareness: In order to access a place, Kain either needs to have a visual for it, or have enough “knowledge” of the place. Either by being there before, or using someone’s memory and awareness of the location. It works the best with places he’s been in before and knows well, or somebody whose memories he’s using does/has been. 

Scouting: Accessing other worlds, he typically can “scout out” the place beforehand by using his mental access ability on locals to see through their eyes and memories what kind of world he’s entering into. Easiest way to do this is access the mind of a doppleganger of somebody he knows

RIFT USING RULES

Kain can only access worlds (physically) that are similar to his. Worlds that are too different and have none of the same people that existed in his world for example are beyond his reach. The more alike the world is, the easier it is to Scout and access. He can still view these bizarre worlds, but he can’t enter them. He also can’t enter worlds where a version of him with similar power exists.

He always has to return home, and so does anyone who accompanies him. Kain can remain in other worlds for even years in theory (he hasn’t tested it yet), but typically people with him need something to “anchor” themselves into this new plane of existence.

Kain can inject his stronger resistance to the “dimensional pull” as he calls it, by either donating his blood, or having his DNA otherwise injected into his companions. He can only donate his blood to those who match his AB bloodtype though. (such as Ryuu) 

From his observations, the dimensional pull from his rifts affects emitter quirk types the most, which he theorizes is because emitters often don’t have a “physical” constant existence, so they already live in an unstable pocket dimension of sorts.

Typically, you return close to the same time to when you left, the longest he’s been away from his home world - from the local’s perspective - has been a month. It is only if he pushes the stay after a certain point, that his own world’s time may start to catch up. (This is again more of a theoretical thing; he hasn’t dared to test it out yet)

2. MENTAL CONTROL

Access Link: He can access a person’s mind and body by either touching or looking at them. This allows him to spy on things through the person’s senses. He can even extend this ”vision” skill by making it jump from his original target to a new person they’re looking at, though the effect tends to weaken with a secondary target, and he can only do this jump twice. 

Reconnecting: after making this first “linking” he can reignite it and slip back into the person’s mind the second time, even without seeing them or knowing their location. After that it depends on the person in question how easy it’ll be; the connection lasts longer the better he knows the person, and with those he’s closest to (like Ryuu) he can re-link himself anytime he wants without needing any physical or visual contact. Those he doesn’t know as well, he typically needs to redo the connection after the second or third time using it, which means he has to see the person or touch them. 

Passive use: Often when dealing with a newer person that he needs to keep the connection open with for whatever reason, he tends to passively keep looking into their minds to not turn off the linking. This does mean it is draining for his health so it is better done when he doesn’t have to do much anything else with his quirk the same time.

Mental manipulation: He can read people’s thoughts and subtly manipulate their thinking; it is not direct brainwashing but rather subtly poking at one’s subconscious. He can also directly speak into person’s head. He can also make the target hallucinate or if asleep, either see nightmares or make sure they rest well.

Mind reading: He can read into people’s thoughts and memories, and even in rare cases such as quirks like AFO and OFA with their own pocket dimensions, access those.

PHYSICAL CONTROL(and terms associated with it)

Paralysis: Allows him to paralyze his target briefly, activates by sight or touch like his mental linking. People with high level of mental resilience can resist it better than most.

Minor Quirk control: Allows him to temporarily block someone’s quirk from being used, though this doesn’t work on mutant types as their mutation is a more clear part of their bodies. (even if the mutation is not directly linked to their quirk) Also typically difficult ability to maintain for longer than a minute as it drains him a lot.

Medic Abilities: He can perform ”surgery” on people without tools and basically fix their injuries (or cause internal damage.) He can even cure poisoning by making the body create natural antibodies against it, as long as he knows exactly how the said poison works. Kain can’t use this ability on his own body, only on others.

HACKING

He can access computers and other electric devices by touch or visual connection, and hack them. Since hacking is something he rarely needs to do though, given the people he hangs out with tend to have somebody who knows how to hack, this ability is rarely used.

PERSONALITY SUMMARY

Kain is a very calm and level-headed individual, who is also highly intelligent and good at observing and manipulating people. He’s not very emotional, border-lining sociopath due to his severe childhood trauma, where his brain basically locked his emotions away for the most part so he could process the side-effects of his quirk.

Because of how many things his quirk can do, Kain is naturally curious about everything, and likes to poke around and see what he can do to change the situation somehow, or just in general see what will happen if he does something.

He tends to at times struggle with general empathy, typically extending it only to those he’s grown fond of. Even then, he may sometimes come off cold and like he doesn’t fully grasp the other person’s emotions, given his mostly logic driven mind. This results in him sometimes saying things in a manner that can sound needlessly harsh, or kind of devious/manipulative given his calm and polite manner of speech, even if he doesn’t mean to come off that way. 

Kain has a very strong sense of honor in a sense, that he always keeps his word, and tends to look people who break their with extreme disdain, sometimes beyond what is appropriate for the situation. He can also in extreme cases go so far as to cause himself severe harm to keep a promise he finds important. Kain also hates not having control over his own situation due to his childhood, and is acutely aware of how dangerous his quirk could be if he loses control of it, to the point it could harm those he doesn’t want to. If somebody, somehow causes him to end up in such a situation, he will take it very personally and may get quite brutal towards the culprit.

He’s ultimately selfish and very logic-driven individual, meaning every action he takes has a self-serving/self-preserving nature. However, that can lend him into sometimes aiding others and even saving their lives if it serves his interest. 

MORE FACTS

- His name translates to “Calamity of the red castle,” though people who haven’t seen how it’s written often assume his surname simply means “redwhite” given The words for Castle and white sound the same.

- Since his mother was Canadian, Kain can speak both French and English fluently on top of Japanese. He’s taught Ryuu a bit of both, but mostly the only things Ryuu remembers from French is insults.

- His original name, according to his late mother, would’ve been “Kibou” which means hope, wish, aspiration. She wanted to name him that because she’d wanted a child for a long time, but struggled to get pregnant initially.

- He often wears a face-mask due to his poor health, even in his disguise outfit, sometimes even indoors. And hide if he starts coughing blood from his enemies.

- While classified as villain, Kain arguably sometimes acts more like an anti-hero, as the actions he takes during his travels sometimes result in him helping someone who really needs it. 

- Kain tends to despise people who go back in their own principles and hold absolutely no standards when trying to reach a goal. This stems from the fact his father pretty much did not have any when it came to conducting his experiments; Kain found it especially despicable given he was a Doctor, and Doctors are made to swear the oath of “do no harm.”

BG STORY

He was born with a powerful Quirk, but his body was weak as a side-effect from the ability.

His mum ended up dying during childbirth due to complications, which caused his father Daiki to be distant from his son up until the age four when his Quirk manifested, and Daiki decided to use his boy for his military projects due to the versatility of his ability. He did also claim he was looking for a way to “cure” the weak body of his, but instead of strengthening his body, he mainly ended up enchanting Kain’s Quirk. Daiki then decided to use these enchantments in his own research.

As a child, Kain struggled with his ability to see into people’s memories where it would happen involuntarily, making him unable to tell what were his and what were other people’s memories. This chaos inside his brain was detrimental to his mental health, and it culminated one day where he accidentally killed a bunch of people working in the facility/patients, because he “just wanted the voices to stop” and his power lashed out without his control.

After this incident, his brain sort of began turning off his feelings to not have severe reactions like this each time he accidentally saw something horrid.

Eventually, this defense mechanism made him near completely unable to empathize with people easily, or feel any sort of emotions strongly. He could tell when some sort of emotion would be required, but he just couldn’t feel it. During his childhood, Kain Met Ryuu during one of his runaway trips (opened a portal away from the lab he was kept in and wandered off on his own) and they became friends.

Kain helped Ryuu to learn to control his ability better, as Kain was pretty much a genius kid from a very young age and was always curious to see how far one could develop their skills, a trait he inherited from his scientist father. At some point, some of Daiki’s co-workers gave him out to the authorities for his questionable practices, so Daiki ran away with his son to continue his research in secret.

At one point, Dr. Akashiro makes a deal with AFO to kidnap a certain boy for him, and he in turn would help him with the research.

(This boy being young Tenko Shimura, who in THIS verse was raised by All Might and not by AFO.)

All Might eventually came to rescue his adoptive child, and Daiki was forced to find a new place to hide and continue his project. He comes up with an idea to use Kain’s powers to transfer his lab into another dimension, which he eventually pulls off, finding a world where, peculiarly, he meets a version of the boy he once kidnapped, who’d been completely corrupted by villainy.

Later on, Daiki uses his boy’s power to teleport them into another dimension to escape from those pursuing them. His son’s body is weakened greatly however, and the man starts searching for a solution to this issue, not wanting to lose his precious research material.

After years, he finally comes to a conclusion. He needs to get Kain a whole new body, and there happens to be a person who matches. A child he’d already once taken from his new home.

Shimura Tenko

the rest is basically a spoiler to Reanimate, so I won’t explain what happens here in detail, all you need to know is that Kain finally kills his dad and escapes his clutches, joining back with his childhood friend Ryuu. He also indirectly saves Tenko, by preventing his dad from using his body to replace Kain’s old one, figuring out another way to fix the damage his dad’s forced dimension hopping had done to him.

Bio template (C) Yourultraarchive

Oc (C) me

[uhhimhere]

mha oc !! #3

Aoko's quirk, Cosmic Destruction, allows her to harness the power of the cosmos, giving her many abilities, including:

Shooting energy beams from her hands

Creating small black holesCreating a space field to control gravity and movement

Manipulating spacetime to create time fields, slow down time, accelerate time, or reverse time flow.

Creating star-shaped ice that explodes with a burst of energy when it breaks.

Creating small star-shaped orbs of pure energy.

Manipulating the universe to turn anything into pure energy.

Turning herself into space dust so she can travel through space

These abilities make her powerful and dangerous in a fight, but she can also use her powers for fun and playful purposes, like creating star-shaped balls of energy, turning her hand into a small black hole that sucks in everything around it, or creating time fields that slow down time and make everything around her seem to freeze.

Aoko offers to help and swims with her, using her cosmic powers to form bubbles around them that act as personal floaties.

Aoko x Izuku - "Aizuku" or "Izoko"

Aoko x Shoto - "Shoko" or "Shotako"

Aokenji x Izuku - "Oiziku" or "Ikunoji"

Aokenji x Shoto - "Shotonji" or "Ikonji"

Aoko x Izuku x Shoto - "Isoko" or "Shotako"

[charlioak]

SOME NEW REEDS BOYS >:^O a scientist and a subject! i’ve actually had them on my mind for a while :’^)

Easley Harvey is the youngest cousin of Eli Harvey! He’s a lab assistant at REEDs and specializes in mathematics, quantum computing, and a pinch of physics :’^) all of which he’s still studying for going on his fifth year! Get that PhD SON 💪 He’s also a good tutor and is overall super approachable and just a lovely boy :’^) Eli’s also super protective of his lil cousin so don’t hurt him HDJS 

Chester is a corrupted subject at REEDs! He’s typically supervised by another interdimensional dude, Sullivan, due to his specific ability at manipulating spacetime by astral projecting and pausing time :’^) Sully’s able to smack Chess back into his mortal coil before he even has time to knock over a vase JFLSKF :’^)))) On the surface, Chester seems normal; this is due to the fact that everyone else can’t really see his ‘quirk’ :’^) it’s uhh wEIRD He’s a bit of a smartass and snouty jerk, but he can be an extra goody good boy if ya gIVE HIM THE CHANCE

[docfuture]

The Maker’s Ark - Chapter 39

     [This is a chapter from my latest novel, a sequel to The Fall of Doc Future and Skybreaker’s Call.  The start is here, and links to my other work here.  It can be read on its own, but contains spoilers for those two books.  I try to post new chapters about every two weeks, but there will sometimes be short stories and vignettes if I don’t have a new chapter ready.  The next chapter is planned for the week of October 9th.]

Previous:  Chapter 38

      Light and darkness.  Ice and fire, turning to water and steam behind her.       Anger and heartache.       Flicker hadn't expected the heartache, as she skated around Europa.  Despite all the pain, effort, and dread she'd gone through up to this point.       She could suppress her emotions at high speed.  She'd done so unconsciously for most her life, thinking slow neurochemistry was needed for them to be real.  But four humans, one Grs'thnk, three AIs, two pseudo-mythological entities, and every biogestalt she'd ever met had recently convinced her otherwise.  And that suppression was unhealthy.  So she'd stopped.       Flicker ached because Europa's surface had millions of years of history, oddities, quirks, and places of beauty.  And she was obliterating them all.  She was angry because she had no choice.  Because she needed Skybreaker's Spear to defend against what was coming.  And for her to construct it, Europa needed to be smoother.       There had been last-minute scans and surveys, pictures and core samples, all taken before she started.  It helped a little, knowing that there would be records.  But not enough.  She glanced at the picture of the old Europa on her visor display one more time.  It was familiar to astronomy buffs, and similar images were in books, papers, articles, and vids, and even on a few posters.       Those would require an update, or a note.  The simplest one would be 'Before'.       Doc, Ashil, and DASI were still hard at work, struggling to determine the best way for her to forge the Spear.  But all plausible construction scenarios had something in common--they required a portal in a freefall orbit of Europa within Flicker's entropy dumping range of the surface--and that was only fifty meters.  Allowing for a reasonably sized portal, and the ship needed to support and guide it, meant nothing could be much over thirty meters high across the entire orbital path.       Europa was already the smoothest large body in the solar system, and its outer layers were almost entirely ice.  Flicker was giving it a temporary atmosphere of steam and a shallow liquid water surface. Those would condense and refreeze, but not before the water had time to do what it did best--flow downhill.       If you wanted to make a solid surface very flat, it was hard to beat covering it in water and letting it freeze.  Tidal flexing would eventually produce irregularities again--but not soon.       Journeyman was aboard Three's favorite ship, keeping watch from above, along with the Learning Is About To Occur.  There were new, more distant watchers as well--a group of ships from an ally of the Grs'thnk had jumped in yesterday.  Learning said they'd moved up the timetable of a planned diplomatic mission.  Preparation for black hole construction was apparently enough to worry the neighbors, even if they lived two universes away.       *****       The lab was a kaleidoscope of holograms and display screens, and Doc concentrated to keep focus as Ashil flipped between them.  This was the kind of work where her implant made a big difference--and Doc wasn't as fast as he'd been.       "...worst still third case.  Collapse asymmetry," she was saying.  "Not most energy, but--"       "But hardest for us to rule out," finished Doc. "We need better bounds on either the non-linear collapse phase or the permeability of the portal to gravitational waves. Because they won't bother Flicker, but they sure might kill Journeyman, even through a Xelian shield.  I think--"       "Priority interrupt," announced DASI.       "Incoming?" he asked.  "Problems on Europa?"       "Neither.  However--"       "Then what on Earth is so important?" Doc felt the immersive flow of the theoretical work slipping away.       "Director Reinhart wishes to discuss her response to an official communication from the Floater ships that jumped in yesterday, along with several other issues.  Also, you and Ashil are two hours overdue for a dinner break, and your personal health maintenance index is in the red."       "Great." Doc closed his eyes and sighed.  "Ashil, I'm sorry. Can we--"       "Break.  Yes.  Implant yell at me, too.  Don't worry, I have new idea for free parameter reduction I work on after I eat."       "Thank you for being understanding," he said. Robots served the meal in the kitchen nook of the apartment Doc shared with Stella.  "Okay," he said after taking a bite, "Choosers and superheroes are handling the crisis list, DASI won't let me start reading my message backlog before I eat, and nothing's on fire except Europa.  What did the Floaters want?"       Stella smiled.  "A short, liberal translation might be 'You are doing dangerous and reckless things.  We are very concerned.'  Which is reasonable.  But."       Stella raised an eyebrow.  "One thing everyone agrees on is that mistranslation and misunderstanding of other races is a longstanding issue for the Floaters.  Working out the protocol for their entry into the Grs'thnk Trade League took years.  You're the only human who has spoken to a Floater before, and I'm curious about your meeting.  The notes you recorded about the occasion were brief and unhelpful."       "I didn't write them up until I got back to Earth, and a lot happened in the meantime.  It was at that same diplomatic nightmare of a party where I got myself in trouble talking about grav drives.  I wasn't drunk, but I was still very loopy from the antihistamines."       Doc took a drink before continuing.  "The Floater I talked to had an autotranslator that used Grs'thnk trade pidgin as an intermediate language.  We agreed that it didn't work well.  He seemed eager to get cultural context data for a better translator, which I could sure understand, but given the venue and available time, I thought that was just asking for trouble.  So I begged off on grounds of fuzziness."       "What did he look like?"       "No clue.  His envirosuit was bipedal with six tentacles, and about human-sized, but that doesn't mean much.  Is it important?"       "Body form is associated with Floater factions in some complex way, and our new visitors admit to having representatives from at least four factions.  That's one of the clearer parts in DASI's composite translation of the message--and there are plenty of signs that different sections were composed by different groups."       "I remember that Floaters need to body mod to allow interstellar travel, because the gas bladders in their unmodded form are too big to make it practical."       "That's not necessarily true," said Stella.  "One of the ships is quite large, and part of the message is devoted to complaining about the inconvenience of transporting an elder here."       "That's new.  At least to me. What do the Grs'thnk say?"       "Beveda says yes, it's new.  Learning says not really.  DASI says it depends on what they mean by elder."       "Wonderful."       "It gets better.  The least opaque parts of the message are disclaimers and complaints.  One you might find interesting blames an entity or entities unknown--but circumstantially linked to Earth--for creating a lasting navigational difficulty that caused economic hardship to a Floater colony.  For eighteen years, ending shortly after Flicker destroyed the Topaz Realm."       "How does the timing fit with the Grs'thnk portal shifts?"       "Exactly, as far as Learning can tell."       "I'm beginning to wonder if one reason Golden Valkyrie left in such a hurry was to avoid awkward questions."       "Plausible.  But that one was mild compared to the diatribe against the recklessness of Flicker's probability manipulation during the fleet battle.  Literal translations--we have five different ones so far--are rather incoherent.  The figurative ones start with 'Fools!  You've doomed us all!' and go downhill from there.  DASI is reasonably confident of two important bits of information from the rant:  The ranter thinks it's at least possible to avert the coming doom, and there are three of whatever is bringing it.  But there's no indication how they know that."       "How reassuring.  What else?"       "The Floaters are more moderately displeased that Flicker is threatening the fabric of spacetime and committing planetary engineering without filing an environmental impact statement, because we foolish humans are insufficiently protective of Jupiter and don't require one.  Learning says that if the moons of Jupiter were their lawn, they'd be yelling at us kids to get off of it."       "Not unreasonable.  They're touchy about gas giants because they live on one."       Stella smiled again.  "Our lawn, our rules.  The last part of the message emphasized that regardless of anything else, they are here to help, they have two portal test 'devices', and they would like to share data as soon as is practical.  They were clear, if somewhat passive-aggressive, about their intent to carefully monitor what Flicker and Journeyman are doing.  They also intend to survey the local gradients around Earth, which is specifically permitted by the terms of our treaty with the Grs'thnk."       Doc frowned.  "Gradients of what?"       "They didn't say.  And 'gradients' is an indirect and possibly figurative translation.  There was also an amusing disclaimer from their primary translator; essentially 'I'm sorry, we were ordered to translate this on an impossible deadline. Here is the raw text so your AIs can try.'  He included an appendix on the failure of their first translation project, which would have been much easier to understand--"       "If it hadn't failed."  Doc sighed.  "They do have a reputation for persistent and patient action, as well as grouchy and ambiguous communication.  Anything else?"       "Ambassador Beveda said it's clear to her that the Floaters were putting together a more coherent message, then decided to send what they had on short notice.  The obvious impetus would be Flicker starting work on Europa.  Learning sent some highlights from past misunderstandings between the Floaters and the Grs'thnk, and a link to a sketch by an human comedian telling an improbably intricate tale of woe with the punchline 'but that part is complicated'."       "Heh.  DASI said Journeyman sent something, too.  He's still on the observation ship that you have sticking close to Learning, right?"       "Yes.  His message was sent about ten minutes before the Floaters sent theirs, warning that what seemed to be a weak divination attempt bounced off one of his wards just after Flicker started work.  He performed some tests that he's unwilling to discuss until they get back, but he thinks the Floaters have either a probability manipulation based scanner or a magician."       *****       The steam was thick enough now to block most light.  Flicker used the radar in her visor to see, and her gravitational gradient sense to stay at the right level.  Collisions were her usual worry, but not today.  Solid matter was no more of an obstruction than a spider web if she wanted it gone.       She followed a carefully planned path, because the energy distribution was important; she could add heat to Europa in a hurry, but cooling it down again depended on weather and thermodynamics.  They would need a near vacuum before starting portal work, it would take time for all the steam to condense out, and sufficiently uneven snow distribution could be just as much of a problem as the ice geography she was erasing.       Plasma flashed brightly but briefly for the central peak of Pwyll crater, and Flicker felt a pang of sadness as she vaporized the jagged blocks of the Conamara Chaos, old ice rafts twisted into rugged beauty.  But there was no beauty in a portal crash, so they had to go.  Any life on Europa was kilometers deep, in buried oceans far under the ice, and shouldn't notice her disturbances to the surface unless something went catastrophically wrong.       And if things went that wrong, life elsewhere would be in trouble too.       *****       Doc finished reading the messages on his handcomp.   A lot had piled up over the past week while he'd been helping Ashil with portal theory.  He looked over at Stella.  She was reviewing DASI's translation of the official EDU message to the Floater ships.       "Send, with a copy to the Grs'thnk," she said aloud.       "Sending," said DASI.  "Verified.  Recorded by the Auditors."       "Thank you."  Stella set down her own handcomp, then met Doc's eyes.  "Well?"       "I asked not to be disturbed if there wasn't a crisis," he said.  "So I can hardly complain.  But I'm wondering about the Volunteer.  His letter was not reassuring.  Did he send anything to you?"       "DASI has been keeping me updated on his healing progress.  His eyesight hasn't returned.  The problem seems to be that Golden Valkyrie and Flicker regenerated most of his brain damage while his eyes and optic nerves were still gone.  DASI's most recent scans indicated a connectivity problem that's healing very slowly, if at all."       Doc nodded.  "He says they were making sure he didn't lose any memories permanently.  But I'm more concerned about the effects he's been experiencing on Earth.  Migraines and general malaise--but they go away as soon as he returns to Kyrjaheim. That sounds like a probability manipulation effect."       "Our magic theories are all pretty speculative, as Journeyman never tires of pointing out, but I think it's archetype backlash," said Stella.  "The Volunteer filled an important symbolic role for a long time, and now he can't.  There could easily be a strong feedback effect from all the people that saw him as a bulwark against unwanted change.  Especially older people in the United States."       Doc frowned.  "Or he could have lost part of his connection to Earth; he was gone when Flicker was hammering the universal reset button, and he was healed in Kyrjaheim.  We just don't know.  He sounded pretty discouraged."       "He's discouraged because he can't directly help Earth.  Margie was quite clear about that.  I forwarded some letters from the Xelian Volunteerist converts; perhaps those will help."       "I hope so.  Not much else we can do.  I could go visit him, I suppose.  I need to stop pushing the physics for a while, anyway.  I can keep up with Ashil and help her--but not all the time.  I'd trash myself on the schedule she's been keeping lately."       Stella smiled wryly.  "That rarely deters you.  But I could use your assistance with a few things, on a more reasonable schedule."       "I'm trying to be more sensible.  I have a lot of bad habits from my days of dealing with crises while chronically short of sleep.  But we still have time, and I'm now convinced that Ashil is better at portal theory than I am or will be, even if I someday manage to restore my top-level augments.  And the potential for new data from the Floaters makes this a good time to take a break.  What do you need?"       "The CBI has been requesting a secure meeting with you for a number of days.  Given recent developments, it would be useful if you were willing to accommodate them here.  DASI believes they will now agree to all of your conditions."       Doc raised his eyebrows.  "The pennies are finally dropping, eh?  DASI, would that be consistent with 'taking a break'?"       "Yes," said DASI.  "Such a meeting is unlikely to be cognitively difficult, even if you have anger management issues.  And it's aversive enough to you that you won't prolong it."       "All right, go ahead and schedule it."  Doc turned back to Stella.  "I'd like to hear a bit more about those 'recent developments' though."       "I could let DASI explain, but I'm red-zoned too.  I really did not need a new set of aliens arriving to increase the variance of all my political projections.  Venting will help.  With several things, some of which I've been putting off for weeks."       Doc frowned.  Stella's body language was usually very hard to read, and she normally affected a detached amusement.  Now she just looked frustrated and tired.       "Stella?  Are you all right?"       She stared back at him for a moment.  "Let's go into the the living room, so I can put my feet up.  We need to talk."       *****       It was done, finally.       Europa was now a steam-enshrouded billiard ball, slowly cooling.  The rain had already started, but it would still take weeks before the residual atmospheric density was low enough.  Flicker stared at the image in the screen on the shuttle that had picked her up.  It was something to do other than dwell on the lack of mass around them.       "The destination shuttle is almost at the right spot and velocity," said Journeyman.  "You ready?"       "Green," Flicker said automatically.  He had his arms around her, preparing to port both of them most of the way to Earth.  She was still dissociated from her long work at high speed, but she would recover.  As soon as she had mass, and air, and ground she wasn't doing anything destructive to.       "Thirty seconds, mark."       "Goodbye, Europa," Flicker whispered.  "I'm sorry.  I'll be back."       Did that make what she'd already done better, or worse?  She was still wondering when they ported out, heading home.

Next:  Chapter 40

[my-hero-aaron]

Embarrassed?

I fidgeted uncomfortably, tugging a bit at the incredibly close-cut fabric of the swimsuit where it fit me the worst. (Spoiler: it was between my legs)

“K, how long do I have to wear this again? This is so embarrassing...” The blush that firmly planted itself on my face showed no signs of leaving soon.

“An hour, Aaron! ‘Sides, if it’s so embarrassing, you shouldn’t have bet with it!”

I hear ya, though. “What bet? How did you lose?” Relax, I’m getting there! Just let me have my record scratch moment, sometimes you’ve gotta lean into the cliches.

So, there I stood, in the middle of the room. Thankfully, it we were in K’s dorm, instead of someplace public, so I didn’t have to hear the endless jokes from my classmates (although I’m sure Oliver was gonna absolutely lose it laughing when he saw the snapchat Kailey had sent him). As the blush stuck around, darkening as it passed down into my neck, I reflected on just what had gotten me here.

“No way, Kails, I’m telling you, Superman’s home planet wasn’t what exploded, it was the sun!”

“Yeah, sure Popsicle, if all you’re paying attention to is the movies!”

“No way, I’m telling you, I can clearly see the scene from smallville in my minds eye!”

“Well your mind’s eye is just as blind as your normal ones then, ya nerd!”

Kailey and I weren’t doing a whole lot when the topic of conversation had come up. It was just an average friday night in with my girlfriend, and we had just tucked into some of the curry we had learned to make at summer camp. A bit sleepy from all the food, I was idly scrolling through my phone to try to find something to watch on Netflix, snuggled up cozy next to my best pal. The little preview for supergirl had crossed my screen, and it pretty immediately lead to the topic that would be my eventual downfall.

“Blind be they may, darling, they can still see the whole entire sun exploding!”

“You’re absolutely remembering wrong, Aaron, I’m telling you! First off, how would they get him off planet if the sun was going kaboom?”

“Aw c’mon, it’s science fiction, not everything has to work right!”

“Yeah, okay, but let’s say you’re right. Why is there any kryptonite then?”

“Because Rao exploding made it, duh DOY!”

“Oh sure, as if the sun going nova would leave any kind of trace behind?”

“Again, it’s comic books, not everything makes sense!” I had sat up and untangled myself from K at this point, hands clapping to emphasize each of my words.

“Aaron, I know it’s Krypton that exploded, you’re not gonna change my mind on this!”

“See, but I know I’m right! And you know how much I know I’m right?”

“No, fill me in, genius!”

I panicked a bit, my eyes bouncing around the room in search of a retort. I had been hoping she wouldn’t call my bluff, but alas, she did. My eyes pretty immediately settled on the swimsuit that lay in a crumpled heap atop a towel across the room. It was one of K’s cuter pieces, covered with a repeating pattern of little cartoonish strawberries and polka dots. Thankfully, I hadn’t been silent for too long before the cogs rolled over in my brain. I had an idea.

“I know I’m right so much, that if I’m wrong, I’ll wear that swimsuit over there. For a whole hour. You can take any pictures you want, as long as I don’t have to go anywhere.”

“Y’know what Aaron, I’ll take you up on that bet, because I know I’m right here.” The sharp gaze in my girlfriend’s eyes really underscored the seriousness of her supposed knowledge.

“Alright then, to the google we go!” My phone still in hand, it was only a matter of a few keystrokes to google the answer to my question. After typing “Krypton superman” into the searchbar, and getting pointed at the wikipedia page, what I read there made my heart sink.

“Krypton is a fictional planet, blah blah blah...” I mumbled while reading. “It has been consistently described as having been destroyed shortly after Superman’s flight from the planet.” My voice was hardly above a whisper at that point, in hopes that Kailey wouldn’t hear how she was right.

“Huh? What’s that? You’re gonna have to speak up and tell me how I’m RIGHT!”

“It says the planet blew up...” I murmured, clearly not ready to eat my slice of humble pie.

“Try again, you know I can’t hear anything!~”

“It says the planet blew up...” I mumbled, a little louder.

“Hmm? What?”

“It. says. the. planet. blew. Up.” I grumbled, through gritted teeth.

The elation on Kailey’s face almost made up for the fact that I had to realize I’d been dunked on.

“Mmmmhmmmm, thaaat’s right~” A wicked grin slipped across her face, she clearly wanted her revenge right now.

“Now, get undressed and get yourself into that swimsuit, ya hunk!”

I had to admit, even though I was major embarrassed? It flattered my body well.

[my-hero-aaron]

Provisional Licenses, Part 4

Well, everyone else did, anyway. I was the last one in, and I didn’t really get any prep time like anyone else. Instead, I stood still, reaching out with my senses to see if there was any cold for me to hold onto. Thankfully, there was someone dashing by in what looked like a full suit of armor, and that much metal, even in this heat, had plenty of cold for me to pull in.

My hand thrust outward toward the stranger, and the cold had the air shimmering slightly before it slipped into the bracer on my arm, and from there into my chestplate. By the time I had taken all that was safe to pull, the chestplate had enough of a store that there was at least some slushiness occuring in the liquid within. It’d have to do, I mused, rushing to catch up with K, who was staring contemplatively at a tower of rubble. A cursory glance with my thermal vision made it clear there was someone ensconced in the rock. The solution looked pretty simple to me. “K, I’m just gonna shatter the rubble, that’ll make for a simple path!” My arms crossed slightly, one steadying the other as my fingers splayed in a familiar gesture. The residual cold in my hand from the harvesting I’d pulled earlier blasted forward, but before the ring of superchilled air could slam into the rock, Kailey had reacted with an outstretched hand of her own. A little waver materialized in the air, and the next thing I knew, the blast that was headed away from me mere moments before was now sticking pieces of frost in my hair.

“kAILEY WHAT WAS THAT FO-”

Kailey’s outstretched finger begged me to shush, or at least wait with my outburst.

“Aaron, if you had broken that piece of rock, the whole pile would have come down on that guy in there. Look a little closer, there’s no other support for the biggest piece on the right. We need to lever them apart, not break them up.”

I cast a little more critical eye at the pile, and, surprising nobody, she was right. The whole thing was essentially a precariously balanced henge with no keystone, and I definitely would have, at best, endangered the guy, and at worst, required some incredible intervention from K to save him. Taking a deep breath, I stepped in closer, this time pressing my hand against the rock on the right. This would take finesse, but I was pretty sure I could manage a small pillar of ice to widen the opening in the rubble. I could feel my pulse, well, pulsing, in my hands as the passage of time seemed to slow. For all I knew, K was lending me a helping hand, and it was. The thought had my breath pick up a bit, but soon enough the rhythm stabilized as my focus shrunk to the rock in front of me. The rock could only take so much before getting fragile, and it was pretty clear any decrease in what was required to break the rock would go poorly. With a bit of coaxing, the pool of cold started to form in just the right spot, and soon enough with a bit more pushing the rubble started to creak and rumble, ice expanding between the two largest pieces.

“Alright, it should be stable enough. Can you move to get out?” I called into the darkness, the heat of the victim’s outline sharp against the chill I’d been putting into the concrete. The guy had hardly gotten the negative reply out of his mouth before K set to work crawling in to save the dude. Once she’d pulled him out, I squinted, focusing on seeing just where the most heat signatures were. That was, odds are, where my fellow heroes had set up triage. Well, that, or a group of schoolkids had gotten trapped. Either way, it’d be best for us to head that way. Judging by the noticeable limp the actor was effecting, there was no way I could make him walk all that distance at any kind of speed.

“Sir, I’m going to lift you, okay? K-I mean... Stellaria, grab onto my cape, we’re gonna need to get places fast, as usual. Hang on tight.” With a bit of effort, I swept the victim off his feet, and nodded back at K, skates forming on our feet. I really should talk to support about getting some actual skates built into my boots. Would save some time. I mused as we started to sail over to the (now a bit more clearly marked) triage area.

We carried on saving folks like that for a bit, digging them out of the rubble with great precision thanks to Kailey’s analysis and my leverage. Most of the time was spent skating them over to triage as fast as possible. However, it wasn’t long before another large blast rung around the arena, and feedback slammed the speakers above our heads once again.

“The villain’s attack is not over yet! You now have to deal with their onslaught on top of the rescue efforts, good luck!”

Somewhat unceremoniously, the victim overdramatically slumped in my arms was dropped into the outstretched arms of Kailey. As interesting as it was to play the rescue role, my place was in opposition to the villains, and I knew it.

“Stellaria, get this person safe. I’ll handle the attack.” I hurriedly said, taking the cold from K’s skates as I set a hand on hers for a moment. The spin I pulled to get moving toward the now-smoking hole in the wall wouldn’t have looked out of place at a figure skating arena, but that wasn’t the only move I had borrowed from ice-sports. A hapless looking minion had rushed ahead of his peers, and, unfortunately for him, slipped onto my incoming path of ice. A well-placed shoulder check that was clearly borrowed from the hockey playbook had him slam, butt first, onto the ice. A simple thought was all it took to bind his hands and feet to the ice as I skated around him. One down, a whole lot to go. I mused, my skates dissolving mid stride to transform my gait into a jog. I was one of the first ones to arrive, and it showed, the large crowd of nondescript, black jumpsuited villains still spreading out to cause mayhem. As I stalled, trying to come up with something clever to distract the villains, a familiar face strolled up next to me, his stride remarkably confident for the ice coating the ground. I suppressed the urge to roll my eyes at Zanshin’s analytical expression, and instead turned to him, my gaze slipping up to his face. Had he gotten taller since I’d seen him before the test?

“Zanshin, any ideas? There’s a lot of them, and I’ve got a few options for crowd control.”

“As far as I can tell, they’re going to be spreading out quick. I can give you a few places to build walls to hamstring them, if that’s what you need.” Zanshin intoned, cool as a cucumber despite the strain of the situation. I did my best to not squint at the noticable increase he’d had in muscle mass since we’d last actually spoke as well, shaking my head a bit to clear it of the clutter. What the heck am I doing? This is a CRISIS, not an episode of Grey’s Anatomy.

“I was thinking a few small snowstorms, but I’d need either some wind pulses or someone with a water quirk to pull that off. Walls would be a good start.” The pace of my breath picked up a bit, and to aid in my focus, I started stomping my feet a bit, the rhythm of my steps synchronizing with the pulses of cold I was putting out. Out of the corner of my eye, Zanshin was giving me what could most easily be described as a bemused look. Unfortunately, that was just enough to throw me off, and only one of the three walls I was planning on making had materialized before I stumbled, face planting with a great deal of force in front of the tall, dark, and handsome young man at my side. Doubly unfortunately, the one wall I had made now funneled the villains in the direction of the triage area, rather than into the second wall, then into us. Thankfully, that was still a long way off, but we had to get moving quick if we wanted to cut them off. I rolled over with a groan, my hand finding Zanshin’s outstretched one like it was fate.

“On your feet, twinkle toes, we’ve gotta get recalculating.”

I grit my teeth, heaving a sigh to let go of my anger. It wasn’t worth making a fuss right now, and more important things were at hand anyway. I sprung to my feet, and nodded, glancing forward to see a group of the minions hopping the obstacle I’d tossed in front of them, rushing at us.

“Well you can know what they’re doing, Zanshin, let’s see how well you take advantage of that.” I quipped at my compatriot, dashing forward into the fray. Feeling dramatic, I let a little fog slip from the palms of my hands, and a little frost creep onto my face to give me a bit of a harsher edge. As I ran into the midst of the group of the ski-masked dudes, it was clear that those little touches were absolutely having an effect on them. They seemed, at the least, a bit rattled. Almost reflexively, I snapped a set of finger guns at them, and my abilities responded in kind, blasts of cold slamming into each person’s chest as I pointed, leaving them stumbling backwards, winded. Once they had all gotten a taste of what I was giving them, I slammed a hand, palm down, into the ground, restraints blooming out of the dirt and concrete around us to keep them neutralized.

“Huh. I wasn’t expecting that to work, honestly.” I mumbled, flicking my hands a bit to keep them from freezing up completely.

“Gonna be honest with you, Frigius, I’m shocked you pulled that off too.”

“Oh you shush, I totally meant to do that.”

“Did you, Mr. I didn’t expect that to work?”

“So much for me getting away with mumbling anything.” I mumbled, Zanshin simply responding with a chuckle this time.

As we geared up to rush into the fray proper, where a noticeable number of our fellow testees were embroiled in a fight with some dude who had a, if I was honest, a pretty gross looking bug-head, a final screech of interference blasted out of the speakers above our heads.

“Alright, everyone! The victims have all been handled, and thus, the test is over! Head to the medical office if you’ve got wounds to be treated, or the gathering area if you don’t! Additionally, you’ll have to remove your costumes now. I’ll be seeing you in a little while to present the results of the test!”

Thankfully, I didn’t have any damage that I could notice, other than maybe a little stiffness in my fingers, so after getting out of my costume, I eagerly awaited the arrival of the results, fidgeting a bit in my energy. A little bit of waiting later, K wandered into the room, a small bandage marking a little scratch on her head. She was otherwise unharmed, thank goodness. Oliver wasn’t far behind her, and he was no worse for wear. With my pals beside me, the wait for the results flew by. Before we knew it, the list of 80 names had scrolled onto the screen. They were in alphabetical order, so first I spotted my name, then K’s, then finally Oliver’s. We’d managed to pass, and I couldn’t help but let out a whoop of glee, moving to sweep K into a deep dip, kissing her. I had felt that I’d barely gotten started before K placed a gentle hand on my chest, pushing us apart.

“O-okay Aaron, we can... celebrate more later.” K’s little moment of sensibility didn’t do a thing to dampen my mood, however. We now all had our provisional licenses, and this was a huge step forward! Looking a bit closer at the list, I saw every one of our classmate’s names. Well, everybody but one: Neito. That was going to be atrocious to deal with later, he’s always so dreadfully overdramatic. Thankfully, Zanshin’s efforts had put him on the list as well, so his efforts, valiant as they were, weren’t in vain. However, before I could really get to stewing on Zanshin’s performance, the more detailed results sheets were being handed out, and I got mine. Unsurprisingly, I got docked points for how I handled the arrival of the villains, but to my shock, I got just enough points back to pass for my work with Zanshin. The fact that I was working with someone outside my own group, even despite my major fumbling, reflected well for my cooperative efforts in the future, or at least, that was what the comments on the page said. Regardless, I’d take it. A pass was a pass, no matter how strange. I could tell a new page was turning in our lives at this point. We now had the authority of full heroes, at least in certain circumstances, and the adventures coming for us because of that were going to be simply remarkable.