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Private The Art of Punching

Discussion in 'Crystal Vales' started by Jessica Drew, Oct 8, 2018.

  1. Jessica Drew

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    September 21st, Year 108
    Self-Defence and Non-Lethal Combat Class
    In a lot of instances were the universe faces extinction, things inevitably change. Jessica's world was a prime example of that. The universe had its fundamental laws altered more times than one could count—and the times it involved fake memories were alarmingly common. The Calamity was no different. Reports of people suddenly having lives they had no memory of ever earning had come from all over the place. Jessica had actually gotten a pretty mundane change for once, as a teacher in an organization she had never really contacted before. But then again, facing weird stuff head on was routine at this point so she decided to roll with the punches for now. Who knew? Maybe it could be fun. She had already trained people a bit in the past and here she could actually make money with that. If things got too stressing or boring she could just quit and move on to other stuff. For now she was content with playing along with whatever cosmic being had thought making her a teacher was a good joke. They would eventually regret it.

    Of course the problem with suddenly having a routine that involves an actual schedule and not simply reacting to whatever crime was happening at the moment, or investigating a lead that would eventually end on the said crime-fighting; is that you can lose track of time. So yeah... Jessica was running late to her own class.

    It didn't help that the schola was a new place for her with frankly odd way of signalizing their classrooms. Even by running like a horse on steroids, it took her a while to actually get to the correct class. And the best part was, everyone was already here. Or so it seemed. She hadn't really taken a good look at the info she had on her students—god, that still sounded so weird—so maybe someone could be missing. Too bad for them, they had blown their chance of arriving late without getting a reprimand.

    "Hi..." She entered the room breathing heavily. "You are here for the combat class, right?" The room number was the correct one, everyone looked young and ready to punch someone, yes, this was the right place.

    "Uh... I'm Jessica Drew. I'll be your teacher." she wrote her name on the blackboard, taking advantage of that to catch her breath. That's what teachers always did on TV for some reason. Jessica knew that much at least, but she wasn't actually used to being on a school. "I guess that's it for me, tell me something about yourselves. Why did you take this class?"

    @Pakko @Shoto Todoroki @Will Solace @Katsuki Bakugou
     
  2. Shoto Todoroki

    Shoto Todoroki My Hero Academia

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    While he hadn't been there for very long, Shoto didn't see too much difference between the Schola and UA. Most of the people were different, but the idea was mostly the same. Quirks weren't magic, but close enough, and it wasn't like his world was solely populated by people who looked human, so he didn't find the non-humans all that surprising.

    All in all, going to the Schola felt the most like home to him. Specifically, the part of home that wasn't filled with abuse. He didn't really want to feel like he was back there again. Fortunately, he didn't see any signs of the old man in Pandora, so he was free to do as he pleased, such as signing up for the classes he wanted.

    Of course, a self-defense class would probably be exactly what Endeavor would've pushed him to take, but he didn't need to consider what he wanted, which was all he really needed.

    Punctual as usual, Shoto sat in the classroom, waiting for class to start. He felt like he was back to how he was before he had been befriended by Midoriya in a way. Without any friends to pull him into conversations, he simply sat near the back and let the conversations happen around him.

    Since he was just waiting for class to start, he was one of the first students to notice how late the teacher was. Some of his classmates started murmuring their concerns, but they were quickly quieted by the sudden appearance of an older woman, panting as she entered. She introduced herself as their teacher and started asking for people to contribute their reasons for taking the class.

    He wasn't usually one to contribute that much to class conversations, but it was a simple enough question to answer, and the teacher seemed to want everyone to contribute. "So I can be a hero," he called, sounding as stoic as usual.
     
  3. Pakko

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    While Shoto may have contented himself with a spot near the back, Pakko's enthusiasm demanded that he sit near the front so as not to miss anything, and his large size left a few broken chairs dotted about the classroom before he'd finally settled on the idea that sitting on the floor was an acceptable alternative to breaking more furniture. While he waited for the teacher to make an appearance, Pakko happily engaged in excited small-talk with anyone who looked like they'd be willing to listen, only falling silent when Jessica entered, perhaps a little late, but time was just another one of those concepts that, as far as Pakko was concerned, happened and it wasn't worth worrying about. Things happened when things happened, and that was all there was to it.

    When the teacher posed the question of why they'd chosen this class in particular, Pakko squirmed about to look over his shoulder at the other student who'd just answered. He wanted to be a hero too? It was reassuring that he wasn't the only one who aspired to be a hero, like the heroes in the stories, but it also meant that Pakko felt like he couldn't very much say that he wanted to be a hero too. That'd be, well, that would be copying.

    So Pakko piped up with the first thing that sprung to mind, standing up suddenly to his full height of almost ten feet, to loudly exclaim...

    "To learn about fighting and stuff!"

    ...and just as quickly as he stood up, he sat back down on the floor of the classroom again.

     
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  4. Will Solace

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    He'd promised those who cared about him he would not work himself into the ground and yet it was hard not too when Will was so determined to make himself less useless to those he wanted to protect. So when another combat class had appeared on the list of options Will had not really had any qualms about signing up, he just had to make sure to balance the new class out with the rest of his life which maybe meant fewer hours at the hospital until he was ready to take on more. Will was one of the first few students to arrive in the classroom, sipping at a hot coffee he'd bought en-route, his bow in his hand and a quiver full of arrows at his hip, events had led to him never going anywhere unarmed.

    He had arrived really precisely so he could pick a seat where his back was to the wall and allowed him a view of all in the room. Once upon a time Will had been sociable, bright and someone happy to talk to all, he would of once been at the centre of things, or right at the front but Pandora had taken what he had once been and crushed it. Until he became the teenager he was now, wary, tense, mistrusting of those he didn't know and constantly on alert. So he'd chosen a seat at the back as well, but nowhere near the other student who'd been there when he'd first arrived and from there he'd quietly sat, bow on the table not drawing attention to himself as he watched others arrived, quietly assessing them for any threats to his person. He unconsciously fidgeted as he waited, sipping at his coffee until it was all gone and taking not that their teacher was late but making no comment. When she finally arrived he took her in as he had the others, trying to force back his desire to need to know if he needed to fight or flee.

    She was going to be one of his mentors, he needed to worry less about what she might do to him and focus instead on what she was saying, perhaps she was going to have more luck than others had with teaching him or perhaps not, he had always been more of a healer than a fighter after all. But he was tired of always being used as an object in a trap, of being beaten and tortured, as the woman asked her question he already knew his answer, he didn't want to be a useless burden any longer, he wanted to be able to defend himself as well as those he loved. But he couldn't say that, not here, not in front of all the other kids in his class who were saying things about knowledge or being heroes, his words would show just how weak he truly was in front of them. So suddenly nervous he raked his brain for some other reason and murmured his answer, keeping his bright blue gaze low as he did so"To learn to protect others and myself from harm..."
     
  5. Katsuki Bakugou

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    Bakugou, as he always did, had taken a seat in one of the the middle rows of the classroom, not too far back to be totally anonymous, but not too far forward that the teachers would feel the need to call on him all the time. Speaking of teachers, where the hell was the teacher for this class? The designated time for class to start had passed, so what the hell were they waiting on? Sighing in annoyance, the teenager let his head fall backwards so he could glance toward the familiar face for not the first time since entering the classroom.

    He’d known of the presence of his other classmates around Pandora, but he hadn’t known Icy Hot was also enrolled at the school. At the very least, though, he could see how much he’d improved with that bastard here. But it seemed like no one else he recognized was attending the class, which was just as well, since they’d probably only be annoyances. The fact that one kid had brought a bow and arrow was… weird, especially in the context of U.A.’s rules, but not totally out of the question.

    And then the teacher showed up looking like someone would if they’d run to class. As she asked if they were here for the combat class (as if it weren’t obvious), decided that she had indeed found the right class, then wrote her name down in English on the board Bakugou couldn’t help but wonder if this was the worst first impression an instructor of his had ever given.

    Probably. But hey, if she was a teacher she had to be some kind of competent.

    Why had they chosen to take this class? Bakugou thought of All Might, now an emaciated, powerless shell of his formerly imposing self, all because he’d used up the last of his strength during the teen’s rescue—a result that could have been prevented had the teen was too weak to have not been kidnapped; of All For One, one of the worst villains in history, who had crippled All Might badly enough to force him into an early retirement; of Deku, whom All Might had personally chosen as the successor in carrying One For All and continuing the fight against the great evil.

    He’s surpass them all. Then he’d never be responsible for the loss of another symbol of peace.

    “To get stronger."
     
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  6. Jessica Drew

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    The students' answers were not anything out of the ordinary. The usual deal about wanting to protect people and simply learning more about how to handle themselves in dangerous situations. Jessica wasn't all that surprised, although she did speak up after Shoto mentioned his goal of one day becoming a hero.

    "Aww, that's cute. Everyone says that." It was really hard not to laugh. He would eventually learn that kind of career wasn't all it was cracked up to be.

    "All of you have come to the right place, and I'm really glad no one said 'to not accidentally kill someone again' because that would have been uncomfortable, wouldn't it? I've been there before." a bit of dark humor would surely show them she was relaxed and, for lack of a better word, 'cool'. No matter the universe teenagers (humans or otherwise) loved that, right?

    With the introductions over, Jessica took a look at the book in her desk. It contained the basic information about the class and its students. A very interesting read, but not something vital right now. It was time to start a demonstration.

    "Now, you are all here because you have amazing abilities. But natural talent can only take you so far and you could easily go overboard and end up hurting people in a fight. Which is why I brought someone to help out." She took some keys out of her pocket and opened the closet nearby. Inside, there was a mannequin with sensors all over its body not unlike a normal crash test dummy, only with a paler color scheme and clearly sturdier articulations. It had to support its own weight, after all. Once in position, Jessica continued. "Our friend here is... let's call him Buster. If I punch him really hard..." a quick jab to the head turned the light on its chest from green to red and the machine started beeping. "...he's dead. Your goal is to not do that. Who wants to go first?"
     
  7. Shoto Todoroki

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    Shoto probably should've been offended by his teacher's condescending attitude. Being a hero was what his whole life revolved around; it was a goal that he could always have in mind, even during the harshest training session with Endeavor. Laughing at that was like laughing at everything Shoto was even allowed to be.

    But, he couldn't help but be a little stunned by Ms. Drew's word choice. "Cute?" he repeated, sounding the word out as if he'd never even heard it before. His expression was muted, but the furrow of his brow and the slight pursing of his lips gave at least some indication of his actual emotions.

    He couldn't remember anyone calling him cute. Maybe his mom had at some point, but that was when he was a child. The more he grew, the more... "unsightly" he became. If his own mom couldn't stand to look at him, no one else could either. And being a hero was a perfectly legitimate, serious job, so what was cute about him?

    When Buster was brought out, Shoto stayed quiet, still trying to figure out the puzzle that was his... cuteness. He was determined to come up with some sort of answer.
     
  8. Pakko

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    The rules seemed simple enough, at least when it came to the mannequin, if you punched it really hard you'd lose the game. Pakko glanced about the classroom to see if anyone else was going to leap up to take the first turn and, seeing an opportunity to somehow win the game before anyone else could, the huge frost titan scrambled up on to his feet and broke into a lolloping run, past the desks and chairs and other students, through a rather unlucky but mercifully unoccupied desk, and straight into Buster.

    Momentum was on his side. He didn't so much punch the mannequin as crash straight into it, sending both the young frost titan and Buster to the ground, turning the whole endeavour into an ungainly tussle on the floor. What followed next would've been quite grotesque had Buster been a thing made of blood and flesh, as Pakko playfully worked on trying to take it apart, grabbing a hold of the arm with his mouth and trying to pull it off Buster's torso, oblivious to the fact the light in Buster's chest had switched from green to red at the moment of impact. Once Pakko had engaged in five seconds of wrestling and chewing, in which he didn't throw a single punch, he stopped.

    And, without a word, but with a look of blissful satisfaction on his face, Pakko set the mannequin back on its feet. To make sure there was absolutely no hard feelings, he even patted Buster on the head, albeit with enough force that if the light wasn't already red, it would be after that.

    "No punching," Pakko smiled brightly, ignoring the bright red light.