Legends aren't born! Legends are made! From the humble beginning of those seeking glory, they strive to rise to the occasion to establish their legacy.
Legacies crafted from the ambitions and actions of those extraordinary. Born with powers that exceed the capabilities of mere mortals, everyone is destined for greatness.
Remember, Legends aren't born. Legends are made! However, every legend is different from the other. Every legacy leaves a wake of darkness in its wake or a shining ray of hope. The question is, what type of legend will you be?
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< CRISIS SYSTEM ARRIVED! > The Crisis System has finally be constructed and release to the general public. We encourage people to test out the system and enjoy themselves in drafting grand stories capable of changing the dynamics of the Role-Play World. Understand that the system is new, thus there are some kinks to be worked out that we couldn't due to not having enough man power to test! Make sure to read the rules which are placed in the Rules and Checks section of the RP Boards.
< THE NEXT MAJOR EVENT! > The Next Major Event will arrive starting the first week of Decemeber! Why are we making this announcement so early? Because we want to provide ample amount of opportunity to warn the community to start preparing and testing out their move sets. It will be a faction event once more, which means Heroes vs Villains BUT remember that Vigilantes are now thrown into the fray. It would be utter chaos so stay tune!
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An eerier shift in scene, the crowd went from extremely hyped and excited to this silent pause of suspense. The competition was intense but the audience was not in store for the power plays performed by the students. In the accumulation of destructive blasts of energy and devastating field hazards, the entire battlefield became shrouded in debris.
“WHOA! SUCH AN EXTREME CLIMAX! WHO WILL EMERGE THE LAST TEAM STANDING?!”
The only sound produced was the concrete of the stage grinding against itself, as slabs of earth crumbled. In happened in such frequency that it can drown out the worrisome cries of the crowd. It felt like the audience was watching the result of a movie explosion. The debris would continue to thin out, but in the time Biff figured he inform the crowd about a hidden rule.
“GUYS! THE STAGE WAS SHATTERED! THAT MUCH CAN BE TOLD BY THE CAMERAS! IF ANY OF THE TEAM’S PRESIDENTS FAILED TO STAY ON THE STAGE, IT WILL BE RULED AS A COUNT OUT!”
The crowd began to boo in response to such a rule. It was expected, considering that it was always bad entertainment for sports to end in a draw. They were soon about to learn that the outcome of the challenge was what they feared the most. The debris would clear, revealing each team to be slumped over on the dirt. The scene revealing that the stage had been destroyed.
“IT SEEMS THAT EVERYONE KNOCKED EACH OTHER OUT!?!?!?”
Biff would drop his headset and allow the mic to dangle away from him. He was truly shocked by the outcome of this challenge. He had hosted the Sports Festival for five years. He had never witnessed the President Challenge ending in no declared winner. Truly shocked, he began to head to the proctors to determine the outcome. In the meanwhile, the healers and doctors began to attend to the injured students.
Sports Festival
Everyone Must Post Concluding their Thoughts about the President Challenge, the overall Four Challenges, etc. The calculations for the President Challenge will be revealed tomorrow in real life. In the storyline you guys are being healed and then released to enjoy your day, relax and unwind. The Next Update will reveal whom is in the Tournament.
Haseo dont know what had happened. One moment he was swimming. One moment he was with a loser and hurt. He wanted to go back to his dorm at Horizon but he had to heal up first. As he was in the room, with his weapon on his side, he thought how beautiful it would be to expand his quirk.. He then drifted off to sleep
Mob felt a wave of emotions. Anger, Surprise, Happiness, Sadness, Regret, Tenacity, Enthusiasm, Excitement but most importantly Growth. This festival and time skip had shown him the growth of himself and others, along with the growth of challenges to come his way. He endured a grueling race, power contests, tests of his heroism/courage, and teamwork with fellow teammates. The race He felt weeded out some of participants instantly under conditions while the playground would only shine for certain participants. The crisis challenge showed the various strengths of each participant. Some who valiantly went to confront the bot when they couldn't heal and instantly get the bots along with others who provided healing and shelter for those in need. Mob learned that must learn how either be more efficient with energy or increase the threshold of it. The president challenge showed the value of quick thinking when put into a random team even when the odds are stacked against oneself. He felt that all the challenges were interesting tests and regretted not acting fast enough in some situations especially the President’s challenges. However, he did feel acknowledged by his classmates and others which made him excited. He made sure to take note of all the improvements he needed to make for the future.
"You did good boy. Mistakes here and there, but it is all about improvement and you have shown it. Continue to improve!", a voice in his head said
"Thanks. I still have much to work on." , thought Mob
Mob was healed and refreshed for the next day feeling great but knew there could be more.
Even if he did not make that tournament, he felt that his growth as hero was an experience that no one could take away from him.
Roland recuperated quietly, watching a replay of the last challenge from a television in a supplied room, while he sipped from a soda can he had bought from a vending machine nearby. He felt a strange mix of emotions: pride, for doing as well as he did; frustration, at all the shortcomings he had observed in himself from this event, and a drive to patch up his weakness. He realized just how large the gap was between himself and some of the other heroes, which put into perspective the growth he had made, which he had been so proud of previously. While Roland had drastically improved his ability to heal, he had almost focused on that too much - it left him without any real ability to defend, or attack.
The Presidential challenge lead to an interesting revelation for Roland: his barriers were moderately effective, but couldn't stand up to extreme force, not with how easily Jiren had shattered them. And, while he could protect someone, there was only so much onslaught he could withstand. He both needed to hone his defense, and create an offense, somehow.
The other challenges had their own lessens as well. The Gauntlet showed that while Roland was in good health, he was not necessarily in great shape. While fit and athletic, he was certainly not winning any awards, and part of being a hero would mean having the strength and speed needed to respond to a situation; not just incredible endurance.
The Playground did put some faith in his ability to handle opponents to a moderate degree, though; his equipment was simple, but had worked wonders for him, and really put into perspective just how useful a "support" hero could really be. Just because equipment couldn't outright assist his Quirk, didn't mean they couldn't provide other uses to Roland that he couldn't make use of otherwise.
And, finally, with the Rescue event, Roland felt happy to know that his healing could indeed be helpful in times of crisis, and that he could lend his powers to other Heroes without hindering their own. As someone who aimed to be a first-class support hero, to stand alongside the others while rendering aid, and not hindering their own abilities was paramount.
Roland was pleased with how he had preformed, but above all, the events thus far had only served a singular purpose: to light a fire in Roland, to be a better hero.
GoGo was fuming with anger at the outcome of the match. If the audible grunts and whispers under her breath weren't obvious enough, then perhaps the stomping back and forth would give it away. Arthur, who had also become victim to Jiren's explosion, sat close by on a bench being forced to listen to Gogo's frustration. His wounds were being tended to by a nurse from the event.
Gogo: "We almost had it! Why did Jiren go and blow himself up? What kind of man does that?! Arthur can you believe that guy?"
Arthur: Well I-
GoGo: GUHH! Dont get me me started on the fact that i fed my skates to that dusk kids balls!
Arthur: Thats very un-
GoGo: ALL FOR NOTHING!
Arthur: ...
GoGo: No response? Geez im having a conversation with myself here!
[link="http://dawn-of-tomorrow.boards.net/thread/402/tomago" Go Go[/link]
Jiren would sit quietly for a moment. He required no medical attention. His barrier ensured he received no damage at all. The gray warrior felt slightly somber. He had hoped to be involved in combat but it seemed it was not to be. Only his fellow Spartan Arthur had engaged him and he was too tired to have a decent battle.
The rest of the days events were interesting however and shown Jiren he still had a lot to learn about being a hero. Now he would just wait to see how he fared in the rankings.
It's all a joke, he thought from the shadows. The bots had worked their magic, his injuries were rapidly healing as he glowered at the group from the corner, leaning towards his locker under the flickering faulty light; the events of today the quirkless student with a feeling of resentment towards the hosts and principals. From the start, they were plagued with dangerous tasks and hidden rules meant to test them but all it did was show how they failed at their own standards. Blackmayne scoffed, what was the point in training here when there was an ongoing villain event in New York? No, it was just babysitting them while higher ups executed their will according to their plan.
The Hero association was flawed and these stages only demonstrated that; the first event, meant to be a race, was created in attempts to dissuade others from using some quirks while giving others advantages, none for a quirkless hero though. No, of course not; those were treated as if they were a thick chick who looked like DMX - no one wanted noe welcomed it. Then there was the Gauntlet.... Blackmayne let out a chuckle as he shook his head. He could have win that event had he put more effort into it; after all, his weapons were designed for tasks such as this but no, it wasn't likely for him to do well. And the Playground was anything but that - with the tornado bot around and having to directly rescue most bots, Blackmayne expected praise from those broadcasting or rather shoutcasting the event but no, it was only natural for praise and value to be shown to those heroes with a quirk. Even in the Crisis, his team eliminated another team and gainer points but all that was demonstrated across the scoreboard was an incorrect listing of points.
It was all a joke, really; a joke that he had already heard the punchline to time and time before. A joke only he could see and understand, no the other heroes would think of this as lowbrow and foolish. They were hear having a sports festival while actual villains were laying siege to their neighborhoods, waging war in the very streets. Yet the principals wished to keep them sheltered - even now, they were guarded closely in the locker rooms, Blackmayne noticed a camera in the ceiling watching.
Big Brother is always watching...., he thought, and it wasn't wrong; even if they couldn't keep tabs on the heroes physically, they were almost always able to know where they were due to the various agencies and affiliations Heroes had, something Blackmayne disagreed upon. When groups of heroes arise without proper means of balance, chaos rises and the line of protection and abuse becomes blurred; which agency determined when others are acting corrupted? Who keeps the others in line when they become compromised? Who watches the Watchmen?
He was over it all, the event, training, overwatching, he was done with it. His mind was made for him, he knew what had to be done but the others.... This was an oasis to them. They'd never see the truth for what it was, it's all just an illusion to them. This was their heaven, their Nirvana. They stared into the abyss and blinked. They would treat their injuries, run along merrily and line up to enter the tournament and compete for the enjoyment of the innumerable crowd and headmasters, receive their approvals and continue their lives. He shook his head yet again, it was becoming all too clear what he needed to do moving forward.
Asahi was exhausted, both physically and emotionally. The event, and the developments that took place during it , had taken its toll and he was ready to take a small break.
Reflecting on his performance, he realized the similarities between his endeavors and the events that took place last year, with his adventures with Roland and his mother’s abduction. Initially, he started performing well but an uncharacteristic mistake resulted in a total defeat on his very first objective. In the second phase, he was barely able to capitalize on his abilities whilst in the third and fourth phases, he was mostly a non factor.
Asahi wasn’t disappointed; his kit wasn’t necessarily a good fit for this type of events and he had missed an entire school year worth of tutelage. He took his overall poor performance in stride, knowing this only meant there was so much room for growth left.
Not exactly the most climactic finished but hey, you never know what will happen in events like this. Her body had been tended to but her mind was still unsettled. Did she really do the best she could? Could she have done better? She needed to be more careful in the previous event. She needed to pay attention more and act on her own acall. However, she was fearful and didn't expected for things to go south so quickly. It was a shame how the previous event ended for not only herself, but the rest of the competitors.
Something she was able to obtain from this event however was that she needed to be more open minded. Her ability was fascinating and she wished to truly test her boundaries now. She wanted to see what she was capable of aside from what she had learned so far. There was more to discover for sure and she couldn't wait for things to get going. But for now, she needed and wanted to relax.
"When all this is over, I'm going on the longest bike ride ever...."
Post by Big News Gecko on Aug 25, 2018 17:45:33 GMT
Arthur was hunched over on one of the locker room’s benches, having his wounds tended to. Unfortunately, they were incapable of alleviating the strain placed on his mind/ Communing with the Kings of Old was truly a strenuous action. Still, the prince could not help but smirk as he stared at both of his swords leaning against one of the storage units. He was replaying each challenge, what each trial succeeded in revealing about himself.
The first trial helped Arthur realize that he was far from not needing the help of Excalibur. Although he excelled in the second trial, the third one made him realize his only value as a hero was combat orientated. A king should be more than brawn, Arthur became concern due to wondering if he forsaken the other virtues of a king for battle prowess. As for this trial? Arthur broke out of his train of thought due to Go Go. She was on one of her tyrannical episodes. She was shouting and directing questions his way. He tried his best to calm the woman down, but she was too frustrated.
Each time Go Go would interrupt his attempts, she somehow achieved a new height of anger. Arthur realized he lacked the might to calm her down. He simply sat there and gently laughed, only to mumble.
Derek had been somewhat dazed the entire event, he knew he could have done better but the results were the results. He felt ashamed but he wouldn't lose heart. Our young hero would walk off back onto the stands to watch the rest of the tournament unveil.
Post by Big News Gecko on Aug 26, 2018 0:38:32 GMT
Update Post
The audience members began to exit the Staple Center after the proctors promised resolution by the end of tonight. They intend to update their website and all social media platforms with the results for the President Challenge. The updates would be released by the night because the proctors needed to deliberate on the strange circumstance that occurred. This matter needed to be treated delicately due to the massive influence on the fore coming Tournament. These students worked tremendously hard with valiant effort to not only showcase their growth, but their determination to become great heroes.
Once the center was cleared, the proctors convened to discuss about the outcome of each challenge. They expressed concerns about the students that did not excel, but they also expressed relief in seeing the extremely talented individuals. These proctors were professional heroes randomly selected throughout the nation. Ironically like jury duty, the professional heroes were required to lend their services each year during the Sports Festival. Considering that the event was a sanctioned competition sponsored by the Hero Association, it was connected to all the Hero Agencies and Institutions scattered throughout America. A series of bureaucratic systems, the Sports Festival served as some gateway into the world.
The day would end young but not before the proper updates were issued. Publically, the President Challenge was declared to be stricken from the scoreboard. A first time in Sports Festival history, the students had shown an equal playing field of power. Instead of administering the consequences for being eliminated, the proctors felt that everyone’s scores should be left untouched for the sake of the Tournament truly revealing the power rankings among the students. This decision then begged the question. Who could enter the tournament? The proctors had sent private letter of confirmation to the hotel rooms of the students’ supervisors.
They felt the need to keep the suspense so that the Tournament could continue smoothly as possible. That is why everyone was called back the next day as scheduled. The Staple Center was once again for the last day filled from top to bottom of hyped civilians. As for the students? They were called into their respective locker rooms as the stage for the tournament was being constructed. Professor Dupe, a representative of Dawn University, would stand at front of her group with a paper in hand. She informed the class that the following names would be the entries into the tournament.
“Jiren, Blackmayne, Zircon, Arthur, Blitz, and Bastion.”
Final Challenge Scores
First Place - Jiren
Second Place - Blackmayne
Third Place - Zircon
Fourth Place - Golden Knight
Fifth Place - Blitz
Sixth Place - Bastion
Seventh Place - Antares
Eighth Place - Nexus
Ninth Place - SuperNova
Tenth Place - Skeith
Objective
For those that have gained entry into the Tournament, post whether you accept or not. For those that did not gain entry into the Tournament, post your final regards. Afterwards you are free from the Event and may pick your prize.
Mob felt bad that he was right off the tournament but in the end he was happy to know what he had to work on. He wished his fellow students good luck on the tournament and moved onwards with his life.
Roland stood, flabbergasted; he had somehow qualified for entry into the tournament. When asked if he accepted, he responded before he could give it much thought, “Yes, I’d like to participate.”
That said, given the reflections he had made recently, he didn’t know how he would fare.
Gogo would find herself being called in by Dupe. Here she was told the participates and informed of her invitation into the tournament. When asked would she like to join, she simply popped her gum and replied with a "Duh".
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