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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Kuvira's legs buckled as Shinoku the former Symbol of Peace! Scolded the Mori guy for speaking out. Before she knew it one of her knees were on the ground.
"What kind of quirk does this guy have? Maybe that was just his natural aura?"
After the drama ended everyone gathered to sign up in a few different lines. All of a sudden there was a scream from the adjacent line; it would appear someone left stinkbugs on the sign up sheet. Kuvira simply shrugged it off since this would not affect her signing up from this line.
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Driving through the heavy New York traffic, the prince had a motorcade escort him, paid for by the King of Wakanda, T'chaka. Inside the center of the motorcade, was a Black SUV that carried the King's son, T'challa. The prince looked out the window, looking at the great city of New York. T'challa had already gotten two degrees from Oxford University in England, and he planned to end his educational career in America at Dawn University, getting a degree in Heroism. After a small ride, the motorcade came closer and closer to Dawn University.
"We will be arriving at the University soon your highness." A bald woman with dark skin and a black dress.
"Thank you." The prince replied.
T'challa was excited to learn about American culture and see how everyone hard the American School system really was. He had heard about the beautiful woman and the crazy parties but also about the racist society they had. He didn't know how to react or prepare for everything but he was definitely interested.
The motorcade had finally arrived at the campus, the police making way for royalty. The sirens and blue lights giving them a lot of attention. The bald woman stepped out of the SUV and held the door open for the prince. T'challa followed close behind, stepping out and taking in the American atmosphere. He inhaled and his face turned, America had a foul smell compared to Wakanda, but it was the same way in Dubai and Czechoslovakia so he had to deal with it. The bald woman, who was his personal bodyguard, followed behind the King as he made his way to the courtyard.
Some weird looking guy approached Gintoki and started to speak, unfortunately for Gintoki this guy looked the weirdest of them all.
Gintoki (thoughts): Oh shit! Look at this guy, I think he has the wrong place.
Zora: Hey waasup. My name is Zo-
Gintoki wasted no time interrupting the young man.
Gintoki: Hey mister! I think you're at the wrong place. The BDSM convention is three blocks down in that direction. Don't forget your safe word.
Gintoki pointed left signaling for where the man to go. Gintoki quickly walk away hoping to avoid any other interaction with the man.
Zora was rudely interrupted. But he simply looked at the person as he talked. Zora could have certainly Slapped the guy. Doing this, Zora watched as the person walked away. Zora didnt think much of it. With his left hand in his pocket, he simply flicked a stinkbug on the back the person head with his right hand. Hopefully it made his night pretty bad once he discovers it. Right as Zora was about to walk off, he felt a very powerful presence off into a distance. A presence so powerful that it made the ground beneath him shake. Zora was interested in where this presence was coming from... Or rather who. Zora got serious for a quick moment, gazing his eyes in the direction of the presence to see somebody he dont even know of exerting their energy. This person was indeed powerful. Before Zora could take another step, the presence dispersed. It felt as if a weight was released from his shoulder. Hearing another person asked people to sign up. Zora walked over to the sign up sheet and signed up. As he signed up he made sure to put several stink bugs on the sign up sheet. Make everybody uncomfortable signing up. Once done, Zora walked to the designated area.
As Gintoki was walk he felt something hit his head, it was some type of bug. The big itself stank and Gintoki felt like being an asshole.
Gintoki: Hey, Kinky dude! You might like this!
Gintoki turned around and threw the bug back at the guy.
Gintoki: !!!
Gintoki felt a great pressure rain down on him. This was someone’s crazy presence. It seemed like quite the monster had turned up. The pressure soon subsided and Gintoki went to sign up immediately and headed towards the area.
Erik had arrived just as some stumbling buffon approached chanting about him being the best, simply by gauging the reaction by the crowd it was obvious none of the other recruits thought so. To Erik's left he could see a silver haired swordsman and a red haired masked wearing guy getting into an exchange. The mood of the crowd was somewhat relaxed, which seemed to surprise Erik. Weren't young adults typically nervous in situations like this. Erik wanted to assimilate into this school as easily as possible, and doing that required him to understand what the norm was. Suddenly, a bald headed man seemed to leap from the platform into the courtyard. As soon as he landed, Erik could feel an overwhelming pressure drop him to a knee. As he looked around it seemed he wasn't the only, the thicc woman that had eagerly hushed the recruits talking as Dr. Stein made his speech, the sleepy silver-headed lame, and the fifty shades of grey extra all seemed to drop to a knee. While the boy that had been chanted had dropped to two knees, groveling at the Dean's feet. It was pretty obvious who that man was.. the former symbol of peace: Shinoku. Erik was well aware of the power the man boasted, and the relief washed down his face as he released the pressure and walked off. Thankfully Erik's mask hid any expression he might have displayed. The Golden Jaguar would get up on his feet and walk towards the kid that had just gotten sonned. Erik wasn't the type to kick a man while he was down so he walked over to Mo-Ri to engage him until the proctors of the exam decided to begin..
”No need to apologize. I’ll definitely kick his ass next time. Aha. When do classes start? I need to start advancing myself immediately. If I can’t even stand up to someone like him, how the hell will i protect our world? Tch.”
"Wew... sup cuz look like ole boy tight as fuck right now... Erik, but my boys call me Jaguar. "
Erik said as he extended his hand to greet the man, silently encouraging him to share his name as he walked towards the west building to sign up.
Mo-Ri dusted his knees off and let off a small sigh while most of the participants went to sign up immediately. He had noticed a few of the other students were capable of holding their own and not being knocked down that far; A few even holding up better than him. Nah not really. He made sure to note that the guy in the orange gi suit had a weird glowing reaction to the pressure. He definitely had some sort of Quirk that somehow supported him physically during Shinoku's flex of power.
At this point another student walked up to Mo-Ri and spoke to him. Mo-Ri simply let off a little laugh and extended his hand to shake Erik's.
"Mo-Ri Jin. Nice to meet you Erik. Seems we have a lot in common eh? I was always told by my people that we were direct descendants of Son Wukong. Ya know, the Monkey king. And you're Bla-"
Mo-Ri was cut off by another one of his people entering the building followed by an unattractive bald woman.
"Man, seems like more and more of our people are showing up, eh Erik? Aha Anyway, I'ma go sign up now... Don't want the best missing out. You should come too."
Mo-Ri made his way to the sign up area all nonchalant about it as if what happened a few moments ago never occurred. Quickly being signed up, Mo-Ri relaxed near the sign up area for a bit longer, simply to scout the completion a bit.
The entrance exam was the only thing on Hisoka's mind as he finished his daily training regiment. However due to him training he had became late. Much to his liking he really didn't care about it however this was the only way he could achieve his goal. Wasting to time he rushed himself to Dawn University and was not able to stop by his hotel room to grab a different color costume thus he was forced to keep on the one from this morning.
"We are not alive to die, we are alive to evolve"
As Hisoka just barely made it 2 blocks way and he could hear those words echoing from the School. As he entered the school courtyard and he was slapped with a large amount of pressure that overwhelmed him. It was as if he had put on a 100 kg Weighted Training Vest and it did not linger for long. It was a quick burst of pressure and then nothing. As Hisoka looked around at the others to notice that he was not the only one who felt the pressure
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Name: French Playing Cards Equipment Type: Weapon Equipment Grade: C Type: Offensive | Defensive Range: Damage: None Description: Hisoka's weapon of choice is a set of French playing cards that have razor sharp edges, which he uses in combat to lethal effects by wielding or throwing them in conjunction with his Bungee gum. The cards have white borders, with a checkered pattern composed by small, light and dark fuchsia squares. Due to the cards razor sharp edges the cards themselves become more lethal and can make deep cuts when thrown or used in such a way.
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Post by Big News Gecko on Mar 5, 2018 20:19:15 GMT
On the rush of emotion, Arthur was running towards the courtyard. Excalibur draped around his back and Sequence in his hand. Pressed for time, his movements were not as agile. The campus ground was quite massive, designed for sectors to take up acres. As the prince moved towards the direction of the large crowd, a pressure suddenly caved down on him. Considering his state and the lack of an opportunity to prepare himself, Arthur was dropped to his knees and hands immediately.
“What the….what the hell is this?”
Arthur was unable to move. His wound began to ache. He did not believe it had anything to do with his injury, especially since there seemed to be an actual force acting upon him. Even more revealing was Excalibur, which began to shake.
“The Kings of Old…”
As the holy sword began to visibly shake, the pressure disappeared as quickly as it appeared. Arthur regained control of his body, the environment around eased up. He could stand and continued towards the courtyard, but confused. Arthur chucked it up to his body adjusting to supporting itself. Nonetheless, he would eventually arrive at the courtyard in time to see lines piling up. He would ask the nearest person what the lines were for and learned it was to sign up for the entrance exam. Arthur would stand in line, awaiting to sign up when his turn came.
The traffic was backed up tough; word on the streets was that Drake was at the mall buying people's clothes so everyone flocked there. Having to hit the streets and navigate his way through them, Blackmayne arrived at the entrance exams fashionably late as one does.
"My bad, my people. The cookout was jamming old R Kelly and I had to get two plates to go so I'm on CP Time, what's good tho"
After the designated time, all the students moved into the west wing. Entering what looked like a gymnasium turned out to be a small yet intricate design of a district. Reminiscent to Wall Street, it featured multiple buildings warping around this one street. In the middle was a grand architectural structure that served as a water fountain. Cars parked around near the sidewalks, trees scattered everywhere. It seemed like a legitimate urban community, except from the random bots that were dressed like ordinary people. As the entire crowd pulled in, there were small stations carrying high tech equipment and aid supply. They were ready to assist all issues or injuries.
Through the intercom, Dr. Stein could be heard clearing his throat.
“Ahem! Sorry for the abrupt loudness. It’s that time to switch out my throat, haahah!”
The undead mentor couldn’t help but laugh at his own jokes. Those who would be accepted into the university should get used to that.
“The Entrance Exam is starting in 1 minute. You will be allowed to use any Costumes and Weapons. We would like to see your abilities in your comfort state. Quirk or not, being a hero is determined by your will. Good luck everyone.”
Post by Big News Gecko on Mar 11, 2018 15:53:10 GMT
The Two Massive Bots were meant with an unrelenting force of the exam participants. They both crashed down to their hands and knees, the student captured released from one of the bot’s clutches. The battlefield around empty of bots and for those rare stragglers, the professor deactivated them. The Entrance Exam had reached an end. For those injured or unconscious, they would be taken to the infirmary. For those able to walk, they would return home and await the results.
“What do you think Dr. Stein?”
“Very promising individuals. The future looks bright.”
“I see some slackers, but nothing that we can’t whip into shape.”
Goku would leave the battlefield returning to the city. He would travel the streets decompressing from the trial he faced. He was confident that he had at least contributed and excited to be surrounded by so many accomplished hero's. Along with his fellow students who performed admirably. But he knew he had a long way to go. Returning to his hotel room he would meditate and relax while awaiting his results.
Being a few days post exam, Mo-Ri was safely at home nearly fully recovered. Seemed he had a few bumps and bruises from the exams, but nothing too heavy. He knew he didn’t do as well as he wanted, but he simply relaxed and awaited the results.
Zora went on ahead to the medical room. It was weird cause he didn't even get damaged. He played like he was hurt. The moment he layed on the bed to get healed he flung a stinkbug in the nurse face then closed his eyes again. Not even seconds later he was met with a fist to his face.. He saw it coming.. Now he really needed medical treatment. As he was getting treated he thought to himself. Being enrolled wouldn't be so bad. Who knows. Days went on and all he could do is wait
Post by Herbal Essence on Mar 11, 2018 16:59:00 GMT
Gintoki took the exam kinda of easy but he thought he still did well enough to pass. He didn’t engage the giant robots at the end, that may hurt his chances but Gintoki still knew he done enough to get through. Gintoki went back to his place to sleep.
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