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About This Club

A My Hero Academia AU RPG.

Type of Club

Roleplay Club
  1. What's new in this club
  2. Well, uh, you could start a RP with someone else who has a character if you want something backgroundish before the first school day! I think? Otherwise I think we're waiting for the most part on Matty for the first school day for both heroes and villains?
  3. Imouto Kanna

    Player Lounge [ooc]

    So now that I created my character what do I do?
  4. Imouto Kanna

    Saki in her Hero uniform

    Felt like adding this here: So fun fact her skirt portion comes off. The little butterfly in the front is a belt that clips! Also the bow around her neck might only be an aesthetic (it might not be a real tie or be able to be undone.) If it is real and it comes undone during a fight that could be embarrassing! Lastly, since I know you can't tell this from the picture- when Saki needs to pee there are snap buttons in her crotch region of her outfit she can undo instead of having to completely strip nude. Actually one last thing... she is wearing blue eyeliner because I liked how that looked instead of being white lol
  5. From the album: Kanna's Character(s)

    Name: Satō, Saki Hero Name: (still deciding) Age/Date of Birth: 14/August, 24th Chosen Gender: Female Sex: Female Citizenship: American Ethnicity: Japanese Occupation: Student Physical Appearance Height: 5'0" Weight: 98 lbs Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: White (with blue tips in Hero form) Physical Description: petite. hair to above her bum. rosy cheeks. Wide hips/bum. Perky breasts. Skinny. Quirk Quirk Type: Emitter Quirk Name: Cocoon Quirk Details: The target is wrapped in a hard cocoon which invigorates them, buffing their quirk's ability depending upon how long is spent inside. While inside the target can communicate with Saki to let her know when they are ready to come out. Cannot be used upon herself. Cocoon wears of within 30 minutes after the target leaves the cocoon. Quirk Strengths: Other's quirks can be buffed tenfold. Target takes significant reduced damage while inside the cocoon. Can be stacked over a short periods of time to get similar effect to a long stay inside within a 30 minute window (10 seconds here and there) Quirk Weaknesses: short-medium range (further away the more strenuous it is on Saki). To get the most out of the ability the target needs to be inside the cocoon for a significant period of time. To keep cacoon up, Saki needs to use mental energy which requires some concentration- if her concentration is broken the cocoon is likely to be undone. Personality, Traits and Abilities General Overview: Strengths and Skills: Saki is quick to pick up on new things, she has good stamina; can run long distances for example. Fluent in Japanese and English. Weaknesses: Shyness can come off as arrogance/being cold. She is physically weak- e.i. she can't pick up heavy things. Ambitions: Saki is a shy and withdrawn individual; she is hoping by becoming a hero she can open up more and make friends. Hobbies and Interests: Video games, baking desserts, watching anime and reading manga, cosplay, flower arrangement, board/card/tabletop games, collecting butterfly wings, and Japanese calligraphy. Sexual Orientation: Bicurious Turn ons: humans, intelligence, friendly, easy going, humor, average to above average cocks, all breast sizes, slender to muscular men, tall Turn offs: cruelty, overweight and obesity, laziness, overly large genitals or breasts, Breast Size: 30B-C cup (between cup sizes) Sensitivity: Very also very ticklish Additional Sexual Information: Virgin; Saki is also willing to try many things as she is inexperienced STD History: none
  6. Imouto Kanna

    Kanna's Character(s)

    Right now I only have plans for this one character but who knows, maybe I'll make more eventually.
  7. Imouto Kanna

    Player Lounge [ooc]

    I'm almost done making my character. I'm working on the art of her super hero outfit now ^^ but the actual descriptive part is pretty much done. @Matty I wanna send it over to you first before sharing it because I wanna make sure I understood the quirk part right, okay?
  8. Hunter’s anger melted into surprise when he saw just how anger the ruined pizza had made TV Head. He had never seen anyone get so upset over a ruined pizza before. It almost looked as if the demise of the pizza caused him physical pain. Then in a flash of the eye, there was a splattering of blood against the door, walls and ceiling. One moment, Hunter was looking at the mans head, and the next he was looking at a fountain of blood that sprayed enthusiastically from his neck. He then felt the warm spray of blood on him, soaking his clothes. He reached up, wiping some of the crimson liquid from his face so that he could see again as an expression of disgust etched itself onto his features, “Ew. Hero blood.” He muttered to himself before he looked over as TV Head again as he zapped the body, frying it out of existence. He stepped forwards so that he was standing beside TV Head, looking down at the smear that was the remains of the unknown hero. Hunter would have preferred a body to have kicked to use as an outlet for his anger, but he settled to spitting on the smear before he turned and went over to the pizza and squatting beside it as he looked a little mournful, “Fucking fuck that guy,” He echoed before tutting, “This is just further proof as to how much heroes are self rightious assholes. There’s an unwritten law. Don’t. Fuck. With. The. Pizza.” He then stood up and turned back around, now feeling angry as well as hungry, “The pizza place I got this fucking ruined beaty is only a few minutes away. I’m sure we can… convince them to give me another one.” He then headed out through the hole in the wall, spitting on the smear one last time for good measure. A hero had not pissed him off this much in a long time. Normally, he would have been annoyed that the hero had been given a quick death as he would have loved to have toyed with him however his means of death had been so violent that he was rather satisfied in that regard.
  9. Karma turned her hard gaze on the battle suit as if glaring at it. "Bite me" she muttered. She then put her hands behind her head as she started to walk back towards the gates. "I'm sure this place has like a pool or pond or something I could always try out" she said, half joking. Part of her serious due to not wanting to be anywhere near the rooms. It made her uncomfortable, feeling like she'd get murdered in her sleep. But she stopped in her tracks and thought for a moment. Ugh what a drag, she rolled her eyes and turned back around. She stalked back towards the complex. Glaring heavily at the suit as she passed it. "I hate this," she muttered as she found her way back to Takeshi, with still the hint of a glare in her amber eyes. She stared him down before huffing. "Well..show me so I don't kill myself trying to shower" she grumbled at him, avoiding eye contact as she took this as a defeat. She tapped her foot impatiently as she waited for her teacher to show her around and how to use everything.
  10. "Ah! So I see you're a connoisseur as well!" TV Head laughed as he turned to face Dark Star. He had just finished sticking the hero with the railing when Dark Star had arrived with his pizza and it was the pizza that caught his gaze first. He had just begun to float his way down to ask Hunter to eat a slice in front of him, hoping to watch, when a fire ball sailed through the air and torched the entire thing. It was then that TV Head felt true rage. He had been looking forward to seeing that pizza get eaten! He couldn't taste a thing but he definitely could smell in a weird way an even next to the dead body that pizza still smelled amazing! If TV Head had been of more sound mind he would have played with the hero and saved him to question before offing him. But now, now he was angry. Furious. Wrathful. "Itwasrightthere.Iwasgoingtoseeit. Icouldhaveimaginedwhatitwaslike! AllIwantedtodowasseethepizza! Seethepizza! Thepizza! Ohgod!" TV Head rambled, his words mixing together as his cradled himself forward and backwards. With the anguish and rage of a demon, TV Head let out a pained wail, grabbing at either side of his head. He slowly pulled his legs against his chest, his body straining against itself as twitched and contorted with anger. It didn't matter who that person was or why they were there, TV Head didn't care about that. All he knew was that he felt absolutely livid. There wasn't so much thought as there was raw emotion that guided TV Head for that instant. It was just a second but it was a second of pure, unadulterated murderous intent. TV Head moved like he had moved to evade so many of the heroes back in L.A.. Back then, TV Head was able to even evade the lightning strikes from the #2 hero in the U.S., Nimbus. Now that speed was being used to bring a carbon-steeled fist to the side of that heroes skull. In an instant TV Head had left an after-image of himself dashing to the left before suddenly appearing on the heroes flank. The hero hadn't even turned to face the villain by the time TV Head's fist had made contact. His knuckle was pushed out like a jack-knife, directing a great deal of his force into 'flameo's' temple and popping his head like a water balloon. It sounded like a fire cracker going off as it exploded with a -crack- as a gust of air shot out in a cone from the impact. The machinery on the flank of the hero crumpled and bent against the sudden concussive blast. Blood splattered against the door and the walls, just barely missing Dark Star and TV Head, but just as the decapitated hero's body began to buckle at the knees blood from its exposed arteries began to spray out sporadically. It felt to its knees, cumpling to the ground and spraying the villains in a crimson arc of warm blood. Once it fell, TV Head zapped the body with a cone of laser energy, leaving behind on a scorch stain and the smell of burnt hair. TV Head stood there for a second, hunched over and seething heavily as sanguine liquids dripped from the brim of his head. "Ehm-. SO. I know I said keep a low profile, but we're getting you a fucking pizza. Fuck this guy." TV Head said after clearing his throat. He was still a bit peeved and, at this point, TV Head was heavily considering robbing every pizza shop with a ten mile radius.
  11. Her head nodded. Hard water. It was the best explanation for it really. Water that hurt! Although remembering who did it was trickier. There was a lot of water. So much water. And she'd been so hungry! Tired. Hungry. Weak. Lots of water. Dainty shoulders gave a single unknowing shrug. Wait. "Wear blue?" Thats right. They were wearing blue! And really thats all she remembered. Maybe she'd ended up eating them already? Who could say. She was just happy to be where she was now, with who she was with! A slight shiver ran down her spine as they entered the large showers. They felt familiar. Cold. Wet. She shivered again when her naked rump touched against the slightly chilled ceramic bath. Red orbs briefly shot towards the water that raced out from the faucet. It was steamy. Warm! She didn't really mind warm water too much. But she also didn't want to be alone. So with a wiggle she slid off the tub and made her way quietly over, taking a seat behind TV Head. Her tail wagged excitedly while she watched him. Was he getting naked too?! She'd honestly never seen anyone else naked before! At least not that she could remember off the top of her head. Everyone else always wore clothes. So many clothes. "It okay. Nilaa with friend. Nilaa safe! Like be with friend."
  12. "Hard water?" TV Head repeated back to Nilaa in question. What, had someone thrown ice at her? Or was she saying that the water she was hit with was "hard"? TV Head couldn't be too sure but really all that mattered was that Nilaa had associated being bathed with getting assaulted. Although, it did make TV Head wonder who would have done something like that to a child. That didn't sound very hero-like and for someone to do that to a kid with no remorse probably meant that whoever did that was either malicious or callus. "Who the hell hit you with the hard water? Do you remember who did that?" TV Head asked Nilaa as he carried her into the showers. His tone repressed, like when someone speaks through gritted teeth, doing his best to keep his composure. It was his natural inclination to throw a temper tantrum but he really didn't feel like letting himself get all worked up right off the bat. He decided to wait to find out if the person who did was worth getting worked up over because, if the people responsible was enough to piss TV Head off, then he would direct that anger an aggression towards those deserving of it. The shower room that TV Head and Nilaa had entered was of decent size. It was a square room of white tile floors and smooth white walls. Despite it being made originally for officers, the showers offered no privacy for those who wanted to take showers at the same time. There were eight shower heads, four on either side with a single square carved out of the floor at the back of the room with a faucet hanging over it. There were two benches against either wall parallel to each other an on one of them was a change of clothes TV Head had left out for himself for when he got back from his business that day. He hadn't planned on bringing anyone else here but he figured that he would just share his clothes with Nilaa for the time being. Just thought of her wearing one of his hoodies like some oversized pajamas was enough to him all giddy. It almost made him forget what he had been talking to Nilaa about. TV Head brought Nilaa over the square bath and set her down at its lip before bending over to turn on the faucet for warm water. As it slowly began to fill up, TV Head moved over to the bench with his clothes and started to tug at the top of his hoodie to pull it off when he realized something. . .He was going to have to be naked in front of Nilaa! With his back turned to her, TV Head suddenly lurched over, grabbing at his chest as he the sudden realization began to wash over him. 'I can't believe I'm getting naked in front of this girl! No! No, it's fine. Everythiiing's fine man. You're gucci, golden. Don't think anything about it. There's nothing wrong with bathing a little girl, even if you're ten years older than her. It's fiiiine. But-. . .what if she's never seen a guy nude before? Oh god she's going to ask so many questions. . ." TV Head steeled himself, ready to face this new challenge, and continued to undress himself.
  13. Hunter pushed the door to the pizzaria open, before stepping into the restaurant. The same girl that had been behind the counter earlier was still there. She smiled when she saw him, picking up a pizza box, and sliding it onto the counter, “Still toasty hot.” She told him. “Ta.” Hunter said, gripping the box and pulling it off the counter. He gave her a slight nod before he turned and left the shop and retraced his steps from earlier to take him back to the warehouse where he presumed that TV Head was still waiting for him. He opened up the box of pizza and pulled out one of the slices, ignoring the fact that it was hot enough to burn his hand. He took a bite from it, letting out a soft moan at how good it tasted. It had a good amount of meat on the top, and the spiced mince was properly spiced, not like most places that claim that it’s spiced but instead made it slightly peppery. It was insulting. By the time he reached the yard, he had eaten four slices of the pizza, and the edge of his hunger had been sated. But as he stepped into the yard, he paused for a moment with a frown. He could feel eyes on the back of his neck which gave him a slightly unsettled feeling. As he stepped through the gap in the fence, he turned his body sideways allowing him to glance behind him without being obvious about it. He could see someone on the street corner, watching him. He frowned a little in annoyance but then grinned a little when he realised it could be someone else that he can TV Head could have fun with. Pretending that he had not noticed anything, he slipped completely into the yard and walked further into it. He picked up his pace a little as he moved around the rusted buildings towards the warehouse. When he arrived at the hole again, he glanced behind him. At first, he couldn’t see anything but he then noticed someone trying to hide in the shadow of the building. He turned and stepped back into the warehouse and into the shadows. He looked around, at first seeing no sign of TV Head before he then looked up and saw the hero that he had killed earlier hanging upside down from the wall, where TV Head seemed to be pining him to it. “Wow. You’ve got a talent for art.” Hunter commented with a twisted grin before he then warned, “I think we’ve got company. Someone’s following me. I don’t know whether or not it’s a hero, but he was sure being shady about it-” He was interrupted when he heard something behind him and he turned just in time to avoid a fireball that had been aimed at him. While he managed to avoid the attack, his pizza wasn’t so lucky. He watched with wide eyes as the box caught on fire as it dropped to the floor, completely ruining the pizza within. He turned to the the hero standing in the gap of the door, wearing a dark coloured coat and a hat as if to try and look incognito, “Hey! Asshole! What the actual fuck! You just ruined a perfectly good pizza!” He shouted, getting a blank stare from the hero in return as if the hero was a little taken back by the fact that it was the ruined pizza that Hunter decided to focus on, rather than the fact that he had been attacked.
  14. Lillian watched as TV Head moved out of the way of her attack as quick as lightning, a speed she was familiar with. She had seen him display that speed at L.A. and it was something that most heroes couldn’t keep up against and in such an open room like this, he certainly had the advantage here. Her best bet was to try and slow him down, remove the advantage from him, so that they could fight on more equal grounds. She shifted a little when she saw the lights shifting on the television screen before a wide beam of light erupted from his head. It was just as deadly as the last, but wider reaching. She quickly ran to the side to avoid it but noticed that he moved his head to cause the beam to follow her which meant that she needed to keep moving to avoid it. She dashed off, dancing out of the way of the beam to avoid being hit. With each step she took, she planted yet more seeds into the ground. Along with that, she reached into one of her pouches and began to scatter seeds around, tossing them indiscriminately. She then poured energy into them, manipulating them into beginning to grow and swell. They began to crawl against the ground, covering it in a layer of thick vines before they began to grow up, filling the arena. She slipped into the vines, allowing them to block the attack as she reached out and gripped onto one of the thick thorns as the vine suddenly shot upwards, allowing her to quickly move out of the way of the attack. For a moment, she looked up and saw TV Head floating above her before she jumped off of the vine and disappeared into the sudden thorny forest that had erupted out of nowhere. The vines shifted and undulated, allowing her to move with ease among the vines without being spotted. At least, spotted by normal means. She came to a pause, leaning against one of the thick vines as she took a moment to catch her breath. Creating this many vines in such a short period of time consumed a lot of energy. She looked up to see if TV Head was still using his attack, and to see if he was directing it towards her.
  15. Suddenly a finger was pointed straight towards her! Both ears perked right up, eyes focusing in towards the extended digit! It seemed to be a good way of getting her attention. She took in the woman's words, drilling them into her memory. "No eat soop. No eat shumpoo." She nodded her head a couple of times. Of course Nilaa could eat anything! But some things she wasn't supposed to. For example, the other people in the villain complex! TV Head told her not to and she obliged willingly. It seemed as though TV Head listened to this woman and so, naturally, Nilaa would do the same! It was a hierarchy even she could understand! Regardless she was swiftly carried away by the very excited villain. Arms wrapped as best they could around the man's neck, legs clinging to his sides while she held on tight. During the entire journey her tail whipped around behind her. Being close like this was kind of nice! As the door they arrived at hissed Nilaa's ears suddenly folded back into her hair! She let loose a low growl towards the source of the noise, tail stiffening behind her. But then they entered and all was fine, the wolf instantly returning to her previous happily excited state! She didn't even know why she reacted the way she did. It was just instinct. In any case the room they arrived within was quite massive! At least, it certainly was to her. There were all sorts of strange and interesting things, and the entire room looked super comfortable and smelled super delicious! It actually had her salivating just a bit. "Nilaa get hit. Hard water. Not like." Even for someone like her a firehose was not a fun way to take a bath.
  16. "YES" TV Head exclaimed as he pulled Nilaa into this arms. He dashed for the door with the little wolf clasped tightly to his chest before spinning around to face Althea. He saluted her and then dashed out of the storage room with Nilaa still held against him, his extension cord sailing through the air with the two. TV Head didn't even think twice about what the implications of Althea's offer was, he just wanted to take whatever chance he could have to get out of cleaning that disaster of a mess. He had figured that it would be better for him of all people to wash Nilaa off, especially since Althea was a stranger and Nilaa seemed to have taken a liking to him. But, at the same time, TV Head had never bathed with someone else before. And at that, he had never bathed someone else before either. He wasn't nervous but actually rather excited. Nilaa was precious and the thought of giving her the first good bath of her life sounded quite pleasant. It didn't take long for TV Head to make his way through the Proving Grounds to his own room. TV Head's room was a chamber separated from everyone else's and was instead connected to the Observatory room. To get there, people would pass through the main chamber of the Proving Grounds which served as a sort of nexus for the entire complex. From this massive hexagon chamber extended a number of corridors and tunnels, each leading to different parts of the underground campus. The easternmost corridor lead to the student chambers while the nothernmost corridor lead to the teacher and pro chambers as well as the villains Observatory. It was from the Observatory that one would find TV Head's lodging. The observatory was once a forward operating base of what was assumed to be for the commanders or officers from decades ago, whereas TV Head's room was the now retrofired officers barracks for the Observatory. Of course, he had changed it to his own liking. Now the lengthy room was covered wall to wall in plush pillows and colorful blankets while the walls were sprawling with a myriad of posters ranging from anime to Hollywood films. There wasn't so much as a bed for TV Head to rest on as much as the entire room had been practically turned into one big bed. There was a large television on top of an entertainment system to the front of his room with a small table just below it for TV Head to eat at when watching his programs. The room also smelt of pina calada candles! Across from that his room an extending from the Observatory was what had once been a large shower for multiple people but now it solely belonged to TV Head. It was there that TV Head would bathe Nilaa for the first time. But first, the two would need to enter and get Nilaa acclimated to the new environment. TV Head taken the two from one end of the Proving Grounds to the to other quite quickly in an attempt to avoid any wandering eyes but, TV Head was certain that had seen them. He put that out of his mind and rested his hand on a keypad to the right of the metal Observatory door. With a hiss and the whirling sound of gears the door opened with a loud -cer-chunk-, revealing the Observatory to the two. Inside was a long rectangular room with a lengthy oval shaped table made of chrome at its center. On either side of it were several chairs for the top pro villains to sit at for meetings an at the far end of the room were rows of monitors stacked on top of each other inside of the wall. There were several control panels beneath them but their bright lights and glowing monitors were turned off for the moment, leaving the only light to come from the overhead lights that were nailed to the ceiling. To the left far end was the showers an adjacent to the right was where TV Head usually spent his time when he was out an about. TV Head brought the two into the Observatory, the metal door shutting and locking behind them as TV Head made his way over to the showers. "So, you've had some bad times with showers, is that right?" TV Head asked Nilaa, looking down at her in his arms as the two approached the threshold of the showers.
  17. What even was TV Head supposed to do in this down time? It was twenty or so minutes until Dark Star would be returning an even then he would have to wait for him to eat before taking him back to the Proving Grounds. As TV Head wondered what to do with himself he levitated from one end of the warehouse to the other. It had surprisingly cool in there compared to the out doors, thanks to the shade and plenty of ventilation from the broken windows and dilapidated walls. The warehouse itself seemed neglected much like a great deal of Chicago was these days. Despite all the heroes in the U.S., especially the Windy City, places like this and the suburbs that surrounded them were still in dire need of renovation. Although, TV Head knew that likely wouldn't happen. Sometimes you'd get a hero like Nimbus or Technomancer that would take some of their resources and donate it. Technomancer had been known to held up smaller towns, but he usually stuck to the South like the States of Texas, Arizona and Louisiana. Meanwhile, towns on East or West coasts as well as the North tended to go unnoticed. The heroes figured that any progress was good progress and so did some of the people as well. TV Head, on the other hand, saw this merely as a display of the neglect encouraged by so many other heroes. Despite all the wealth and power they rarely involved themselves in political or societal matters. Why were those at the top of the societal latter so low in its influence? Where they just supposed to follow along the ebb and flow of societies whim? It made no sense to TV Head. The train of thought started to bore TV Head since it was something he had already thought about before. Dwelling on questions with obvious answers to himself wouldn't do much for entertainment. That was when TV Head noticed Icicle's blue corpse on the ground. Usually people buried the dead but TV Head a different idea. TV Head had been flying around the top of the warehouse when he broke off two rusting bars from the railing of the walkways. He brought himself down, grabbed the corpse by its ankles and carried it up to the second floor of the warehouse wall. TV Head took Icicle by his ankles in one hand and then slammed one of the bars through his feet into wall, pinning the body upside down to the wall. He took the other rail out from his arm pit, moved Icicles hands together and then slammed the last rail through the corpse's palms. This wasn't something TV Head usually did, if ever, but with the boredom pressing down onto him like that leaving a message for other people sounded fun. Now, if anyone showed up, they'd clearly understand what had happened here. For the criminals, a sign of sanctuary and retribution but for the heroes, a warning.
  18. Yes, taking something like Rocket Racoon into this rp would be akin to the 3 option. The use of the word "Quirk" from BNHA is a bit strange? It's being used kind of odd. Whereas it means a particular behavioral habit, BNHA uses it to mean the particular power someone has. I'm not sure why BNHA calls it a "quirk" outside of it just sounding cool and more original then saying "power" or "mutation". Perhaps the word "quirk" was just the closest English could get to whatever word BNHA was originally using in Japanese ?
  19. Fortunately for TV Head a 1v1 was his specialty. In a duel like this he didn't need to worry so much about his energy consumption like he would in a fight with multiple opponents. In such a scenario the likelihood of the fight turning into a battle of attrition was great which always put him into the position of holding back. But when it was just him and Trip Star he could be as fast as he wanted. He would just have to be careful about when he used his gamma rays. Using that at the wrong time could leave him open for an attack or worse, drain him of energy when he would still be needing more. There was two options for TV Head, either wear the hero down through an onslaught of attacks or end her quickly but, he couldn't just rush in. Trip Star knew that TV Head's specialty was close quarters duels so she probably had counter measures in place to ensnare him if he got too close. TV Head's best bet would be to wear her down at range and take whatever ever opening he could create as a chance to get an attack in. But at the same time, Trip Star was most effective at range so TV Head would have to alternate between close quarters and long ranged combat. She was a tricky opponent but TV Head could rely on his speed and wide arsenal to handle this fight. The best bet would be to keep the pressure on Trip Star to keep her on the back of her feet, or so TV Head had reasoned this to be the best course of action. "Fast!" TV Head hissed when he saw shrubs leapt up from the ground and spring out a torrent of thorns at him. But they weren't fast enough, not for TV Head's speed. In a flash that rivaled lightning TV Head zipped to the side an avoided the attack, placing himself at Trip Stars flank. Even in the battle of L.A., the lightning hero Nimbu's couldn't even land a direct blast onto the villain. It took multiple attacks from different angles to corner TV Head to land a scratch on him. This meant Trip Star would have to follow a similar course of action; bate the villain into a corner with multiple attacks. Unfortunately for her, TV Head knew this as well, meaning he would be doing everything he could to keep her from taking the initiative. As TV Head appeared on Trip Stars flank from above, the tiny pixel at the center of his screen suddenly multiplied into dozens of dozens of pixels until his face was full of the red light. With another bright flash a massive cone of ardent energy fired down at Trip Star like a giant spot light. The heat from the attack was just as immense as it was quick. It was just as fast as the last attack but now wider and more devastating in scope. But it wouldn't stop there. TV Head expected Trip Star the throw up another wall and use that as a chance to escape. TV Head would keep firing the cone of deadly light, intent on pushing through whatever defense she might bring up and to follow her along the path she would take if she dodged. He didn't expect to catch her with it if she ran or dodged but he had planned to force Trip Star into making a counter attack in the hopes of using it as an opening. This was TV Head's plan now, keep attacking to force Trip Star into creating an opening for him. If he got lucky maybe one of the attacks would wing Trip Star but, how well it would work was up to her, and TV Head was so very excited to see how she would respond to this barrage.
  20. Althea let out a sigh, seeing TV Head’s unusual soft side for the newcomer who was still rather hesitant for bathing... however at least he managed to convince her to take a bath. A clean patient will have less of a risk for disease, as well as clean her body properly before vaccinations and blood draws. Still, she wondered why TV Head has such a care for the girl. Emotions weren’t her strong suit, so maybe it was something they knew but she didn’t. “I am glad that Nilaa has decided to take a bath, even if she’s still reluctant. Though she isn’t injured in any way, so she should be able to clean herself properly... however...” Althea would point a finger towards Nilaa, wagging it slowly. “Would you kindly not eat the soap or shampoo. Those things aren’t edible, nor that great in taste. I’m tasking TV Head to wash you up, as I’ll be in here... cleaning after I call for additional help from others. That’s unless he wants to stay behind to clean this up instead.” She glances towards TV Head, expecting him to go along with washing up Nilaa. The girl seemed to be rather soft hearted, something she wasn’t too familiar with when people who had it interacted with her. TV Head seemed to be the best choice as Nilaa seemed to be more attached to him than anyone else.
  21. So many big words were exchanged once more! The bag was also closed up. She did wonder what the shiny pokey things were for, but then the thought simply evaporated from her head. The word 'wash' was thrown around again, but she was already snuggled up to her best buddy. All was fine. Surely he wouldn't allow her to be sprayed down like she was before! Right? While she didn't quite understand what a bath was she had to at least assume that it was related to wash! After all that had been what they were speaking about, right? Perhaps even some of the bigger words thrown around were in relation to it. TV Head was saying that they were good though. Maybe she had it all wrong? A hesitant shrug was her simple answer to his question. She didn't know if she was thinking about the right thing and even if she were she didn't know if she really wanted to try one. Still, the patting atop her messy head was nice! Within an instant her frown disappeared, replaced by a smile and an excited wag of her tail! "Nilaa try?"
  22. A sadistic smile twisted on Hunter’s lips as he watched the figure in front of him as they seemed to twist on the spot as if lost. To most people, the figure would be barely visible within the dim lighting of the abandoned warehouse as shadows seemed to cling to every surface, unyielding to the meagre light of the mid-afternoon Chicago sun that attempted to peer in through the murky windows. He tilted his head as he continued to observe the man. To Hunter, the man looked pretentious in a rather flashy looking blue and white costume that looked to be something one of those figure skaters would wear. It was skin tight, allowing Hunter to see the curves of their body. He had pale skin that almost seemed to glow, made even more noticeable by his pitch black hair. He had the haughty expression that Hunter had seen on many heroes before. The kind of expression that made him laugh. He watched from the shadows as the hero brought his hand up, a shard of ice appearing in his grip. The man threw the shard, and Hunter watched the projectile as it sailed through the air, before impacting the wall of the warehouse, penetrating deep. It was also nowhere near him. Hunter let out a derisive snort before saying in an almost singsong voice, “Missed me~” He then laughed as the hero quickly turned towards him and threw yet another projectile. But he was too slow. Hunter was in his element, hidden within the shadows of the warehouse which were numerous and all he had to do was move along the shadows, quicker than the hero could run. He shifted until he was standing behind the man, who was completely unaware of the danger that lurked so closeby. He was a fool to have followed Hunter into the warehouse. When he had first confronted Hunter, he had claimed that he was going to bring Hunter to justice, to cash in the bounty that was on his head. And yet the fool knew nothing about the prey he hunted. If this was the standard for heroes, then Hunter was sorely disappointed. This hero wasn’t as entertaining as he had been hoping. In fact he was rather boring, only able to fire these pathetic little ice shards that did no damage to him while he was in the shadows. At this point, Hunter was merely playing with the man. As silent as smoke, he emerged from the shadows before taping the man on the shoulder. Even as the man jumped in surprise, Hunter melded into the shadows, watching as the hero turned around and threw another ice shard that seemed to land where Hunter was however it wasn’t able to do any damage. He laughed again, “You’re so God-damn pathetic. Are you, like… retarded, or something? I thought you were here to cash in my bounty.” Hunter laughed again, mocking the man as he quickly moved away so that he was behind the man again. He emerged from the shadows, bending over as he picked up a piece of wood which he then threw at the hero before shrouding himself in the shadows once again. The wood hit the hero on the head causing him to turn around and shout, “Come on out, you coward!” Hunter couldn’t resist but to roll his eyes, or rather the equivalent of. This hero was beginning to really bore him. He made a tutting sound before he said, “You’re very pathetic, you know. You say that you’re here to collect on the bounty that’s on my head, and you can’t even hit me with the most basic of attacks. You couldn’t fight your way out of a paper bag.” “Shut up.” The hero snarled, “I don’t have to listen to this.” Hunter emerged from the shadows in front of him, his upper lip curled in a snarl of disgust as he tilted his head a little, looking down his nose at the hero, “You know nothing about me. You just saw the dollar signs on my name, and felt the chance to give yourself a feel good wank like all you heroes do. You take down anyone that disagrees with you, and then stand around congratulating yourselves in one massive circle jerk. You’re just a bunch of liars that think of nothing but looking and feeling good. You don’t actually care about helping people and you don’t care about the people that you kill with your incompetence. You’re a bunch of hypocrites.” As Hunter watched, he saw the hero’s face twist in anger before the man threw another shard at him. A tutting sound escaped Hunter as he once again blended into the shadows, causing him to completely evade the attack despite the fact that the shard struck with pinpoint accuracy. In a rather mocking tone, he said, “Let me tell you something, hero. When someone does the same thing over, and over again and expects a different result… that is the definition of insanity. That perfectly describes you… and the rest of your do-nothing organisation.” “I’ll make you pay for that!” The hero growled before running towards where Hunter’s voice had come from. Hunter sighed a little before he moved behind the hero in a flash before he emerged from the shadows. The whites of his eyes had turned a solid black as his own shadow moved across the floor like a sinister snake. As it wrapped around the ankle of the hero, the man tripped and fell to the floor face first with a might crack as his nose collided with the concrete and snapped the bone in half. The man let out a scream of agony, but he didn’t seem to notice the shadowy hand that crept up his leg and torso before wrapping around his neck. Hunter stepped up to the side of the hero, tilting his head a little as he looked down at the hero who twisted on his side to look up at Hunter as blood flowed freely from his nose like a river. The gangster smirked down at his victim and said in a mocking sympathetic tone, “This is the end of your career, I’m afraid.” The shadowy hand on the man's neck suddenly tightened, causing the hero to let out a choking sound. He reached up, attempting to claw at what was strangling him, but his hands met nothing but thin air. Hunter’s sadistic smirk widened as he said, “Just a few more moments, and it’s goodnight.” He squatted down, his gold and black eyes intent on the hero’s face. The hero seemed to realise that these were the last few moments of his life. His blue eyes went wide with panic, the eyeballs bulging from their sockets. His mouth opened and closed, making him look like a gaping fish. His body twitched before he began to writhe on the floor in a pathetic attempt to escape the cold grip of death. But there was nothing he could do, and Hunter watched with a certain glee as the man's struggles began to lessen. His face had turned pale, as his lips turned a shade of blue due to the lack of oxygen. Hunter tightened the grip of the shadow, his own jaw clenching as he watched the hero’s eyes become dim before a lifeless look settled in them as his body went still. Hunter watched for several long minutes before he reached forwards and pressed his fingers against the man’s neck, searching for the tale tell pulse that would indicate that he was still alive. When he could not find it, he pulled his hand away and stood up as his shadow retracted. With a blink of his eyes, the whites had turned to their normal colour. He kicked the body of the hero so that they were on their back before he spat on their corpse. This was not the first hero he had killed, and he felt no remorse for their death. After all, they had been the ones to come after him. Why should he feel bad about defending himself? Besides, he held contempt for heroes in general. He had not been lying when he called heroes liars and hypocrites. They were. All they cared about was making themselves feel good about themselves. It made him feel sick to his stomach because they dared to say that he couldn’t use his Quirk the way he did. Still, at least with the death of this latest hero, his bounty might increase which could mean more heroes will be coming after him. Which meant he could kill more of them and he quite liked that idea.
  23. In 2015, 1 January, Los Angeles was turned into a war zone for two days as TV Head an a hand full of Villains assaulted and demolished the metropolis. On the first day the several dozen high ranked Villains, thugs and mercenaries, killed over one hundred thousands people, comprised of civilians, first responders and Heroes. TV Head hijacked major radio stations and local TV networks via radio manipulation and professed his ideology to the world. He said that the U.S. an its Heroes and Villains were nothing but a show now and swore to give the world the greatest show it had ever wanted, effectively declaring war on the U.S.. Between saving civilians, defending evacuation points and fighting the villains, the heroes that were there in the initial attack were kept on their back foot. It wasn't until the second day that Technomancer had organized with the U.S. military and the top twenty heroes for a counter attack. Fighting along the U.S. coast guard and navy, the top ten Heroes were able to push the Villains back out. By the end, over 150,000 thousand died an even more wounded while there was only a handful of Heroes and Villains left standing. The few villains that survived barely made it out with their lives. It was on that first day that Lillian's lover had been murdered at the hands of TV Head with little regard, like an after thought. Over the next month the U.S. was left in shock as politicians and Home Land Security scrambled to decide on how to handle what was considered the largest security break in U.S. history. Fearing a repeat of September 11th, the U.S. government opted to handle the issue with covertness, taking to using a scalpel instead of a hammer. The matter was to be handled with the upmost scrutiny and tactfulness. Not wanting to incite mass hysteria or unrest, the U.S. Government took to managing the issue behind the scenes while assuring the public that it was doing everything in its power to uncover the Villains and their plots. During that time the government platformed and put heroes on a pedestal, praising the heroes for their hard work. Like wise, the media began putting even more attention onto the Heroes of the U.S.. In no time the focus went from how the Government was going to handle the threat to how would the Heroes handle this threat. Some feared losing popularity while others saw it as the perfect chance to earn more of it, but both were put into spotlight. Even though some Heroes were public servants, their affiliation with the government was quickly lost from public sight as the subjects and interviews centered around what the Heroes themselves would do. Despite all the big talk that the government and Heroes were giving, no progress was being made. TV Head's trail was spotless. During that time, TV Head had cemented what would soon be known as the Villains Syndicate in a massive underground network of tunnels that spanned much of the U.S.. Their numbers were small but their resources an interest groups were growing every day. By the end of the month after the attack on L.A., TV Head had refitted and modified a part of the tunnels into what he had dubbed "The Proving Grounds". This place would be where he would nurture the next generation of Villains. He would use this place to teach them while giving refuge and sanctuary to Villains from all over. TV Head had made himself known to the world but he still needed to get the word out about the Villains Syndicate and he knew exactly how to do it. At first, TV Head hadn't noticed, but Lillian had dropped the smallest of onto his hoodie. It wasn't until the flower had started to grow that TV Head noticed an intrusion. The flower, of course, had its own magnetic field that, once grown, was easily detected by TV Head. His magnetic field was like another layer of skin whereas the flower was like noticing a pimple. TV Head recognized the flower and knew then that it was only a matter of time until one the top 10 heroes, Trip Star, was coming after him. He would set a trap and record the slaughter on video for the internet to see as an announcement of the Villains Syndicate's arrival. TV Head rounded up the villains an informed them that they could expect an attack from one of two directions in the tunnels from the Heroes and likely, the military. There was debates and yelling, as some Villains left while others decided to fight the heroes. After that, there was much deliberation on what to do, on whether or not take the fight to the heroes or wait for them to find the Proving Grounds. It was decided to wait to fight on the Proving Grounds on the single fact that the P.G. was the most known territory they had control of. They knew they were safe from sonar or radio signal's down there, so they could use that to their advantage to avoid detection from above ground. With that in mind, two lines were to be set up for either entrance of the P.G. while TV Head would use his radio waves as sonar for the underground tunnels. If the military was detected then they would simply blow up which ever side they were coming from, dropping rubble with not needing to fear being trapped. If it was just Heroes, then the villains could lay in wait to ambush them. The only hole in the plan was that it rested on the idea that the enemy would either detonated a charge or break down a door to get into the tunnels. That or bypass one of the security doors. Either choice would give plenty of notice to the villains to set up. But this plan assumed that Trip Star and whoever she may bring did not have an alternative route that TV Head could not have known about. TV Head could never be too sure, but he doubted those chances. All the Villains would have to do is wait for the signal.
  24. This day was proving to be just chalk full of surprises. TV Head had just finished having his fun with a new transfer to H.H. when he had caught wind of some chatter from a police station. By the time he had made his back towards the V.S. network the day was starting to shift into dusk. From high up in the skies of Texas, TV Head had a wonderful view of the towns and landscape that had been turned a golden orange from the setting sun. TV Head had been bouncing between radio stations and police chatter when he something from the woodlands of Texas caught his attention. "Jesus Christ, open fire, open fire!" And then the sound of gun registers across the radio as the shouting continued. "Garcia, get out of there! Oh God-! Precinct 6 is under attack, repeat under attack! It's a fuckin' mutan-!" Then static. TV Head came to an abrupt change of direction without any loss to his momentum, aiming straight for the source. The radio was cut short but it had lasted long enough for the villain to get an exact beat on its origin. It only took a handful of seconds for him to make it to the police station where the chatter had come from an it would be at least five minutes until back up arrived. But just to be sure, TV Head checked out the radio waves. From what he could hear they were definitely on their way, but they weren't getting a response from the station bellow. TV Head looked down at the rectangular building and sent some radio waves at it for a form of sonar. There only seemed to be one person moving in there, to no surprise, so that would make things simple. TV Head lowered himself down to the front door of the station before floating his way in through its glass doors. What TV Head saw not only impressed him but made his hand go for the hilt of his long odachi as well. "Huh. These cops really know how to take decorating above an beyond these days, don't they." The villain said with a chuckle to himself.
  25. Oh how nice it was for TV Head to finally get some fresh sunlight on his skin. How long had been since he had last stepped outside of the Villains Syndicate's network? One month? Two? It was definitely more than TV Head cared for. Being in there for so long had given him a bad case of cabin fever and he was just aching to work it out. The new student that was transferring from U.A. High School could prove to be all sorts of fun, perfect for getting all that pent up energy out. From what TV Head had gathered from a number of databases, this "Karma" girl was quite the catch. Not only did she have more experience than most H.H. students, she had interned with the Midnight! TV Head had never gone toe-to-toe with a hero from Japan, much less a student from the famous U.A. Academy, so the prospect of getting his first taste had him absolutely giddy. Without having to worry about the threat of pulling G's, the distance from the Proving Grounds to where Karma was landing, Honolulu International Airport, was nothing for TV Head. His connections had informed him that the transfer student would be landing at the airport for a connecting flight around 3pm Hawaii Standard Time, accompanied by a single Pro hero. The hero sounded quite boring to the villain and was of little note to him. That hero in the making though, Karma, was the really interesting part. She had quite the quirk and fiery attitude that intrigued TV Head. The thought of making a villain out of her was oh so exciting! Just the thought of turning a new transfer over to his side, right under Technomancer's nose, had TV Head wiggling his shoulders in excitement as he approached the airport. When TV Head arrived, he sat comfortably in the air well above the landing plane, waiting for the heroes to finally get out. Once they were out, TV Head shut off his EMF control, plummeting himself into the hull of the aircraft. With a sudden -CRASH!-, the plane was ripped open and the screams of the remaining passengers filled the air before being snuffed out with an explosion! Shrapnel went flying as a plume of fire and smoke shot into the sky as the hero threw Karma out of the way of the blast. That hero, Panzerschreck, had just turned around to have the length of a long odachi tossed between his eyes with a -zip!-, knocking him off of his feet and onto the ground. Out of the smoke and fire flew TV Head, his shoulders slouched over with a lackadaisical demeanor as he levitated over to Panzershrecks impaled corpse. With a painfully casual attitude, TV Head put his foot on the dead heroes face and lifted his sword out from its new holder. A flick of the wrist and the blade was clean and back in its proper sheath. But then his head swiveled to Karma with alarming speed, before tilting it to one side. His visor was glowing its famous baby-blue hue and it was honed in on Karma. "Aaayyyee, welcome to the U.S.!" TV Head mocked with wide open arms, his foot still on Panzerschrek's face. "I've never gotten my hands on a U.A. Student before, so I'm pretty excited, as you can imagine. Pleeaaase, don't disappoint, 'kay, Karma? I'd hate for someone like you to end up like him". TV Head's aura was beyond intimidating, to say the least. His yellow hoodie had spots of blood splattered across it while those jungle green sweat pants now had scorch marks across their legs. In just a couple of seconds he had ended so many lives in the blink of an eye and without so much as a second thought. His nonchalant tone coupled with that relaxed body made it clear to Karma that TV Head knew he was in control here. TV Head's foot tapped against Panzerschrek's frozen face, their eyes still wide in shock. "Show me what a 'transfer' is all about, I want a show!" TV Head motioned with a hand and nodded his head towards himself. "Come on!"
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