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myvillainacademy2019-09-16 11:56 am
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[When you start to stir from your slumber, you awaken to the smell of dust and rotted wood. Your bed is far from comfortable -- lumps in the mattress, a tattered blanket that barely keeps you warm and a pillow almost as hard as a rock-- and you'll immediately see there are others in your room with you.
All of you are confused, surely. "Where am I?" "What place is this?" Questions like that stir through your mind while you take in your surroundings. Something might catch your eye before anything else, though. A coloured chest tied with a bow, a large gift tag is attached to it with your name on it. There's one for everyone in each dorm, and if you open it you'll find:
An old, worn school uniform.
A colourful costume.
And a pamphlet with information about you, about your stay in this Academy, and a map of the layout of the school and the training grounds outside. The descriptions are vague, leaving out important details about your new super powers called "Quirks", a bland description about how you were selected to join the Academy called "VA" (no explanation what it means), and even the map has lame descriptions of locations that don't really give you a good idea of where you're staying.
Before you can start exploring, or chatting away with your neighbors, a voice rings over old intercoms. It sounds low and comforting, like a long lost friend. But there's something about that that feels.. unsettling. A feeling in your gut that this voice was anything but friendly.
"Welcome, students. You must be very confused, but I assure you I'll be able to answer all the questions you have in just a few minutes.
For now, relax, explore, and meet your new classmates who will be staying with you during this semester.
Oh, but..... whatever you do, don't enter the dining room."
The intercom cuts off, leaving you with a cryptic message to think about on top of.. everything else you're dealing with right now.]
All of you are confused, surely. "Where am I?" "What place is this?" Questions like that stir through your mind while you take in your surroundings. Something might catch your eye before anything else, though. A coloured chest tied with a bow, a large gift tag is attached to it with your name on it. There's one for everyone in each dorm, and if you open it you'll find:
An old, worn school uniform.
A colourful costume.
And a pamphlet with information about you, about your stay in this Academy, and a map of the layout of the school and the training grounds outside. The descriptions are vague, leaving out important details about your new super powers called "Quirks", a bland description about how you were selected to join the Academy called "VA" (no explanation what it means), and even the map has lame descriptions of locations that don't really give you a good idea of where you're staying.
Before you can start exploring, or chatting away with your neighbors, a voice rings over old intercoms. It sounds low and comforting, like a long lost friend. But there's something about that that feels.. unsettling. A feeling in your gut that this voice was anything but friendly.
"Welcome, students. You must be very confused, but I assure you I'll be able to answer all the questions you have in just a few minutes.
For now, relax, explore, and meet your new classmates who will be staying with you during this semester.
Oh, but..... whatever you do, don't enter the dining room."
The intercom cuts off, leaving you with a cryptic message to think about on top of.. everything else you're dealing with right now.]
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[Because that's what powers are in his world: chaotic. The government barely manages to keep a hold on the few ability-users in his world, and even then people slip through the cracks all the time. How would anybody keep that many people with special powers in line?]
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[Mirio states simply, folding his arms over his chest.]
Many of us choose to go to university to become licensed heroes. It's a profession as much as being a police officer or a doctor. Because in a world full of people with Quirks, there's bound to be people acting as Villains...and that's where Heroes step in, to keep the peace.
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[He trails off there, as if he's thinking of something- or someone- entirely outside of this situation. He gets a wistful look on his face as well.]
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That certainly sounds like a useful arrangement. Where I am from, people with 'abilities' are quite rare, so we do not have an entire profession devoted to keeping them in line. It's just a branch of the secret service. Most people will go their whole lives without personally meeting someone with an ability, so there is no need for heroes.
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So it's the opposite for you...that's interesting.
[Fascinating, even.]
It's hard for me to imagine a world without Quirks, but that was really just a few centuries ago. Things change a lot faster than you'd think in just a hundred years.
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[It's a foregone conclusion in their world. Without Heroes...the world would be in utter dissaray.]
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[People with strong healing Quirks save lives otherwise lost. Some Quirks able to look into the future to predict how things will turn out...]
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You're one of the hero-types, aren't you?
[That kind of burning optimism can't mean anything else.]
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How'd you guess?
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Just a hunch. I'm familiar with hero-types. Not literal heroes, but those who act like one.
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[Mirio jabs a thumb towards his own chest.]
I was inspired to become a hero at a young age...by another Hero who has inspired a lot more before me.
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Others, well. Somehow, they end up going down a path that leads them to becoming a Villain. But I suppose that kind of thing can happen in any society.
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In the end, 'people' are always 'people', aren't they?
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[Whether Mirio notices or not, he doesn't make mention of it.]
But well look at me, I'm getting all philisophical here and we've only just met.
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[He enjoys that kind of thinking anyway.]
you ever can't spell
[He wears his heart on his sleeve at all times so he's not a particularly thought-provoking person.]
lmao all the time
[Since they need to explore and find All For One and all.]