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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Despite the early morning hour, the infamous Wall Street showed no signs of fatigue; on the wide street men and women in their business attire walked by briskly, speaking into smartphones or pilfering over papers and pamphlets, preparing for a hard days work and requiring a sharp mind, for there was money to be made. The scents in the air were the mixed scents of coffee and asphalt; the noise through the air was unintelligible through the conglomeration of voices. Building of steel and glass stretched into the skies a few streets over, as our story begins not on Wall Street proper, but a few blocks away, but still within the heart of the financial district; each large city had a lifeblood of its own, and each subsection beyond that was its own microcosm. Very different from Los Angelos, Roland found himself walking through the streets of the financial district, moving on through his tour of New York after having relocated to this area, in an attempt to gain entrance to Dawn Academy. Steam wafted up gently from a cup of coffee held in his hand, weaving through the chilled morning air, and the pavement underfoot was slightly damp from the remnants of the rainstorm that passed by the previous evening.
Last Edit: Jun 6, 2018 22:13:50 GMT by Pretty Flacko
In a society filled with distinctive quirks, one would tend to think a head surrounded in revolving fire wouldn't catch anyone's attention yet Asahi was learning that wasn't always the case as he made his way through the crowd in Wallstreet district. Every few steps, he would notice people stealing glances at his head as he walked past them. He didn't pay them much attention, considering that as the usual reaction people expressed upon meeting him; Asahi's quirk, sunbloomer, turned him into a self sufficient sun that produced enormous amounts of energy per day and as a result his head was enveloped by a corona, per se. Yet he couldn't help feeling some of the gazes were fixating on his face, too, as if trying to determine where they knew Asahi from.
Turning on his right heel at the first available turn, he crossed through a deserted, narrow alley and emerged into the district's main street. He scanned the scenery, absorbing every little detail and squinting his eyes at the signs on top of the buildings. "I should be nearby, but I don't seem to recall mom mentioning any of these skyscrapers when giving me directions. Oh well, I suppose if I walk around long enough I'll bump into it," he muttered to himself before resuming his journey down the main street.
The emergence of quirks created a scene that would have seemed like something out of a comic book from a hundred years ago, thought Roland, as he walked down the street; people with wings, people with neon colored skin, extra limbs or tentacles, or with hair made of fire.
Roland’s own quirk was why he found himself in New York this very day; possessing a rare quirk capable of healing, the young man had decided to pursue the path of the hero in order to best utilize his abilities and help people.
But just as there were those who sought to use their gifts in service of others, there were those who sought to use their powers for their own gain, or worse, to simply cause harm. It was one of those individuals that would spark the events of the day, and for Roland, years to come.
The ground shook as suddenly a chain of explosions rocked down the street, flinging stone into the air; there was a collective shriek as there was a panic, and a few people dropped to their knees, covering their heads in an effort to protect themselves. Looking up, a few individuals would see a pearlescent shape around them, with a young man standing in the center of the dome, his arms outstretched – rubble simply bounced off the barrier and fell harmlessly to the ground.
Quickly scanning the people on the street, Roland saw a few individuals who had been struck by the blast; there was a slight hesitation in his step, due to the sight of blood…but he shook it off – this was why he was here in the first place. Smaller domes began to pop up, up and down the street, surrounding many of the people, the citizens watching as the barriers came into being with each motion of the young man. People watched as those within the domes began to have their wounds rapidly close, their clothes seemed to mend themselves, and even the pavement that had been displaced by the blast returned to a pristine condition. At this point, the shock seemed to have worn off, and the people began acting, whether that was in panic, or using their smartphones to call for emergency services, or moving to render aid to others. A man patted Roland’s shoulder as he passed by, simply offering words of praise.
However, another explosion came from the next street over – something was being set into motion. Roland found his feet moving before he even had a chance to think, as he took off down the street, away from the fleeing people, and towards the explosion.
“Excuse me!” he said, as he accidently shoulder checked a young man about his age, with a head cloaked in brilliant light. As Roland ran, he kept projected barriers, throwing them over anyone who looked injured as he passed.
Asahi’s brisk pace slowed down to a halt as a thunderous boom reverberated throughout the crowded streets. The multitude fell silent as their brain connected the dots and almost simultaneously, everyone let out a gasp. “An attack?”, Asahi wondered. However, his uncertainty would be short-lived; squinting his eyes at the sky, he was able to notice chunks of what looked like rocks and metal raining down upon the ground. “Dear god…” Asahi traced the rubble’s trajectory with his sight, quickly determined the point of impact should be at approximately 200 meters from his current position and rapidly spurred into action; he zoomed towards the critical zone, deftly moving through the panicked crowd. It didn’t take Asahi long to reach the affected street, but what he found wasn’t exactly what he was expecting; energy constructs were protecting the civilians and all their injures were being healed on the spot. The source of the ability seemed to be a man not much older than Asahi himself, who kept creating barriers to protect other citizens.
BOOM.
Another explosion shook the very ground Asahi was standing on, making him lose his balance albeit he was able to recover without falling to the ground. The barrier man graced his shoulder as he rushed past him towards the sight of the explosion. “Wait for me!” Asahi called, trailing the man.
Roland stopped, catching his breath – the adrenaline was starting to wear off, and he had never created so many barriers at once before; he was surprised at just how much stamina it took form him. A voice came from behind, and Roland recognized, as much as he could in the small time, the young man with the head cloaked in light calling after him. Needing a moment to breath, Roland peeked around the corner to survey the situation.
Glass and concrete rubble were strewn down the street, and a few people lay on the ground, moaning and clutching wounds. A few buildings bore blast marks and were defaced as if something had blown them apart from the inside. The odd placement of the marks told Roland this was likely the result of a quirk, rather than traditional explosives, even to his untrained eye. Overall the noise, Roland could not make out the sound of sirens; where were the first responders? Where were the Heroes?!
Who was responsible for this, and why?
Taking a deep breath, Roland turned to the young man, as they stepped out onto the new street, looking for something that might indicate the source of all this chaos; Roland projected a few more barriers – large ones – to cover several people at once. They wouldn’t heal them as quickly, but it would serve their purpose. “What should we do?” asked Roland, turning towards the young man. Despite everything, it seemed the young man also possessed the drive to help. After all, no sane person would run towards such chaos.
Asahi caught up with the man, but he took a full minute to draw breath before responding. “My name is Asahi, my quirk allows me to fly and sense heat amongst other stuff. I’ll take to the air in order to get a better understanding of the situation, but I believe we’re dealing with explosions. Here, take this” He handed the man his phone. “Call the contact named “EN”, explain the situation to them and request for backup. That’s a special number only heroes have, so you should have an easier time getting in contact with help.“ Asahi then walked away from the man until he was around 15 meters apart and close his eyes, taking deep breaths. His thoughts wandered deep into his mind, slowly blocking out the background noise. He pictured a small, feeble flame struggling to keep itself alight.
Sharpening his focus, the small fire grew explosively, yellow sparks spreading everywhere as the temperature rose to incredible levels.
Finally, he harnessed the wild power and shaped it into a sphere containing an immense amount of concentrated raw energy. The heat emanating from the sphere would never be experienced by a human unless they travelled to the very core of a star.
But then again, that was what he was. His very being was a… “Radiant Sun.” Asahi reopened his eyes and his corona disappeared from his head, spreading through his entire body and embedding it with energy. The ground around him broke into small pieces that circled around him, afflicted by his gravitational pull. His gaze fell upon the barrier man, whose name Asahi didn’t know. “This is my sun form. If you step too close to me, you will be subject to my gravitational pull so remain there. With this form I’ll be able to assess the situation properly and we can come up with a plan. With that being said, what should I call you?”
Roland took the phone from the man, who introduced himself as Asahi and gave a brief explanation of his quirk amongst other things, though it couldn’t have prepared Roland for what he was next – the man became engulfed in a brilliant light, and the incredible heat emanating off of him caused Roland to reflexively try and shield himself.
¬Thinking about the instructions given by Asahi, though, Roland began scrolling through the contacts into the phone until he found the one labeled “EN”, as mentioned, but waited a moment to start the call. “My name is Roland – I can create barriers that can heal people inside them. If you find anything out let me know, okay? I can’t fight, really, but I can help minimize casualties.”
With that, Roland pressed the contact name on the smartphone and placed the device up to his ear, and listened to the dial tone. Though, honestly, it did not take long for someone to answer on the other end, given the situation it felt like it an eternity. As soon as the “click” which signified someone had picked up, Roland began talking.
“This is Roland Orlandu – I was given this phone by a boy named Asahi, and told to call this number. There are explosions taking place near Wall-Street, and we’re trying to figure out what’s going on and help the people around – Asahi said to ask for back-up. I’m going to follow after him to make sure he’s alright.” And with that, Roland disconnected the call.
Surveying the area, Roland created a staircase of flat barriers in front of him, climbing them to quickly get on top of a building, about two stories tall, so he could better survey the area. He could see Asahi floating in the air, radiating a tremendous amount of light, but waited to act any futher.
“That quirk is too perfect a fit for this situation. Try to expend as little energy as possible, since we’ll be needing your abilities soon”. Asahi propelled himself high into the air, using his heat sensing to check for any major energy source. He knew if another explosion was coming, the concentration of heat would be picked up by his sense well before it exploded. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Roland climbing a set of stairs, probably an alternative use of his quirk. “Be on your guard,” Asahi yelled, afraid his acquaintance might not be within earshot. “If another explosion is coming, we’ll need to head there as soon as it takes place. These are not random attacks, from the looks of it 2 banks have been hit already. We’re probably looking at an experienced thief her-”
Asahi sensed, almost instantly, as a single point in his mental map rose in temperature at an exponential rate followed rapidly by the same thundering detonation the wall street district had experienced twice before now. He dove head first into the direction of the explosion, determined to capture the culprit this time around. He looked back to make sure Roland was following him before entering his max speed. A cloud of smoke was waiting for them at the location, debris flying everywhere at frightening speed. The building was moments away from fully collapsing, with at least a hundred people standing underneath it.
Asahi seemed to recognize what was happening far faster than Roland; he immediately noticed that the two buildings that had been under fire were banks, and beyond that, he seemed to be cut off mid-sentence, as if he had anticipated the next explosion, which rocked the street yet again. With barely a moment’s hesitation, Asashi flew off towards the direction of the explosion.
Creating a ramp-like structure, Roland slid down from the roof back onto ground level, and began rushing after the glowing man towards the last target. The magnitude of this explosion seemed larger than the last, as debris and smoke billowed down the street past him; the point of detonation seemed obvious; another bank, with large columns that one would associate with a Greek architectural style, smoldering from the aftermath of the blast; the cracking of the stone and groaning of the metalwork could be heard even from this distance, and a crowd of people sat confused and panicked below. From this angle, the danger they were in was obvious.
Roland sprinted with all the speed he could muster, straight into the middle of the crowd, before crossing his arms and flailing them outwards – he projected one of the largest barriers he had ever created, encompassing the one-hundred and some odd people congregated here. “Asashi! The building!” shouted Roland, hoping that his intention was obvious, with the opalescent dome encompassing all the people and stretching somewhat out into the street. “To the road!” barked Roland, attempting to nudge people to the portion of the barrier that was outside the direct path of the building, should it fall, and his barrier fail.
Asahi’s brain was running simulations at an incredible speed, trying to determine what he could do to save the most people. Yet, as he remained stationed, Roland extended an enormous barrier encompassing every single civilian in danger. He heard his companion call out his name, but his body was already moving; now that everyone had some form of cover he could really let go of his self-imposed limiters. In the bat of an eye, he flew right across the street and stopped in front of the building, some meters above the barrier. He focused as much energy as he could muster from his body, some of it leaking into the environment as heat. This rose the surrounding temperature to extreme levels, to the point the surrounding hot air, as nature dictates, made it’s way upwards in the form of a gust of hot wind with enough power to obliterate the chunks of debris flying down to pieces.
However, that was merely a side-effect of removing his limiters, for the real thing was ten times more devastating; his hands abruptly begun to glow as they were encompassed by compressed energy. Asahi placed them in front of himself, his open palms facing the collapsing structure before releasing all of his contained energy. The result was a humongous solar blast that melted right through the building, causing incredibly small but molten pieces to rain down upon the barrier instead of the entirety of the building. "It's been a while since I've exerted this much energy," Asahi remarked as he descended back into solid ground, panting.
The amount of power that Asahi released would be truly awe-inspiring, as the air visibly distorted due to the heat and a blinding flash shone as he released the power contained within his hands; Roland had no doubt that such a tremendous display of power would have harmed those in close vicinity, and thus he was thankful for his barrier shielding those inside.
Small bits of rubble, glowing red like embers and reminiscent of magma, plinked harmlessly off of Roland’s barrier as the citizens made their way towards the middle of the street, corralled by his commands. When it appeared all was safe – they were no longer underneath the building that could potentially collapse, and the hail of flaming rock stopped falling from the sky, Roland dropped the barrier, and the populace took off down the street, away from the commotion.
Roland’s hand went to his temples; his mouth was dry and his head was pounding. He had never created a barrier like that before, and he doubted he could do it again. It was as if every cell in his body was crying out in unison, as the fatigue washed over him; having never exercised his Quirk to this level before, he was ignorant of the recoil of his own power.
It seemed Asashi was suffering similar feelings, as the glowing man floated down, near Roland. It seemed neither of them was used to this level of exertion, but then again, how could they be? Roland thought to himself, that he only had enough left in him for a bit longer. They had helped protect a few people, but there were still no signs of the Heroes, and no obvious signs of the perpetrator to this madness.
“Asashi, we’re going to have to make a decision, and quick. I don’t have the stamina to keep doing this, and there still aren’t any Heroes here. We’re either going to have to find who’s doing this, and quickly, and put a stop them, or retreat. I don’t suppose you’ve had any luck in pinpointing the perp?” asked Roland, slightly tilting his head to the side so as to not be blinded by the radiant light pouring off of Asahi’s being.
The street they were on was eerily quiet, in a way, considering all that had happened; most of the people had vacated to the surrounding area, but without knowing where the next target was, they were simply reacting to the chaos.
“Ah, let me check,” Asahi replied. He was so focused on protecting everyone that he had forgotten his initial mission; to identify and restrain the perpetrator of these heinous crimes. He scanned his surroundings again, hoping to find a heat signature inside the building and luckily he did. “There’s a single entity inside this building, we should probably go check it out. Although, let me warn you beforehand; my ability works by consuming my energy pool. Right now, I don’t have much left in the tank so this will be beyond dangerous. If the villain causes any more destruction, we’re probably done for. ”
“With that being said, the guy is at the centre of the building correctly, where I’m guessing his prize dwells. I have tracked him since he entered the building and we have no evidence to think he will escape the building from anywhere else but where he entered. We should probably rest near the entrance and ambush him as he is about to leave with his prize. Engaging him under the building could prove fatal, specially if those explosions were a result of his quirk,” Asahi continued, taking his right hand to his jaw whilst he remained deeply immersed in thought, his eyes fixated on the ground.
“You called approximately 10 minutes ago, we should receive some backup by the time he comes out. I say we take this time to find the entrance he used and devise a plan. I will enter Sun Mode and constantly check on the criminal’s position. We shouldn’t discard the possibility that he is not working alone, either. In which case we’ll probably be exposed to even greater danger. We don’t have the luxury of time right now, so we have to pick a course of action; what do you think we should do?”, Asahi concluded, his face a grim remainder their choice could prove to be lethal.
Roland wracked his brain for ideas, the limit of time gnawing at the corners of his mind. He spoke, voicing his thoughts nearly as soon as they came into being. “You only sense the one guy, so I’m going to trust your Quirk and assume he’s working alone. Beyond that, I think it’s safe to assume his Quirk is something explosion focused, and so if we engaged him inside the building, I doubt he’d do anything stupid for fear of bringing it down on top of himself. That said, there’s no telling his destructive power, and I don’t think either of us are in a situation to take that gamble…And plus, out in the open, it’d be easier to predict and avoid the explosions, once we get a handle on how the quirk works.
“And if you’re confident that back-up will be here soon…honestly, our job may just be to stall him. I think you’re right – he’ll likely come out the same way he went in, with everyone having run away, and the building in such poor shape. And it may not have been evident because I was slinging it around so quickly, but…I can only keep one barrier up at a time, though I can move it project it pretty fast. As far as combat goes, I’d have to stay near the back in order to not be a liability,” said Roland, unconsciously brining his left hand to his chin as he spoke.
Roland nodded, confidently. “Yeah, let’s head to where he entered the building and wait outside. We can ambush him there. If nothing else, I can use my barrier to cut off his escape route.”
“That’d be a good idea, ifin ya had more time to put it in action – your standing right in my way out,” came a gruff voice, drawing the attention of both men to a figure, about six foot tall, standing in the middle of what was now the destroyed reception area of the bank, several bulging duffle bags strapped to his body.
The man was lazily tossing a stone in his hand, which he pelted towards the pair; Roland created a cubic barrier between himself and Asashi, and the man, stopping the stone in the middle of the room. It was glowing white hot, before it exploded with a rather surprising force for just a baseball sized stone. The man’s eyebrow raised in amusement, but he ultimately seemed unafraid of the two men before him.
As the stone exploded in mid air, it’s original trajectory intersected by the abruptly spawned barrier, Asahi couldn’t stop thanking destiny for allowing Roland to be companion in this emergency. However they had allowed their opponent to make the first move and had it not been for Roland’s quick thinking, both of them would most likely be dead right now. Taking matters into his own hands to ensure their safety, Asahi rose up into the air and showered the villain with sun blasts capable of inflicting severe damage should they connect but unfortunately such a telegraphed attack was simply too easy to defend against for an experienced fighter. The mysterious man jumped backwards while he threw another pebble at the incoming attacks. The explosion this time was even stronger, to the point the incoming barrage was absolutely blocked seemingly effortlessly.
The resulting collision created a dust storm that obscured the vision of everyone involved in the battle. Asahi turned to his heat sensing for answers, tracking the movements of his opponent but to his surprise, the man remained fixated on the same point. He must think I’m blinded, this is the perfect opportunity, Asahi thought.
He prepared another blast of energy, but his motions were interrupted by the loud, screaming shout emanating from his partner. ”ASAHI, THE PEBBLES!”
Yet the warning came too late; Asahi noticed the pebbles all around him once they had started to glow white and the subsequent explosion knocked him out, making him fall to the ground at rising speed.
When one tells tales of heroes, there is almost always conflict. But, even so, the hero triumphs in the end, and the day is saved, with everyone going home safe and happy, and the hero winning all the glory. Reality is rarely so kind, and the rapid change in events was incredibly sobering for Roland, as the gravity of the situation became apparent to him.
What began as an instinctual call to action lead to a situation the young man and his new companion were unable – unprepared – to handle. The high of glory faded as, as the words left his lips he watched an explosion envelope Asashi, and the young man fell to the ground limp. For the first time, Roland was aware of his feebleness – he was not a fighter. There was no law enforcement present, and no Heroes present. Roland made an impromptu decision, and rushed to Asashi’s side, and erected a barrier around himself and his friend; the unique properties of the barriers would come into play as the stonework underfoot seemed to seal the spiderweb cracks that had formed from the explosion; the wounds on Asashi’s body would began to rapidly seal, and any danger in his friend may have been in due to his wounds would have quickly passed.
Every faucet of Roland’s being was focused on his barrier, though, anticipating an attack from the man, unsure if he could defend against the same blasts that had ravished the building itself. The thief chuckled heartily, self-satisfied.
“Where’d all that confidence go, eh? Maybe you should leave the real work to the real heroes, kid,” said the thief as he walked up to the barrier. He tapped it, and nodded, seemingly convinced of its solidness, before walking out the way he supposedly came in. Roland’s eyes were fixed on the man as he exited the building, and he was transfixed on the spot on the building’s frame which was beginning to burn a brilliant white, and Roland was not sure his barrier could hold through the imminent explosion.
Roland would vaguely recall the shrieking sound of ice crystallizing out of the air, coating his barriers, before a deafening explosion went off, shattering the icy shield and his own barrier, before succumbing to unconsciousness himself.
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