>>4203985

>Which path do you choose?

>The Path of Redemption
>The Path of Isolation
>The Path of Retribution


>Which path does your quirk factor swings

>Focus mainly on your original Quirk and suppress the other influence
>Fuly embrace the donated Quirk Factor and its dark influence
>Awaken another power in response to the abnormal transference
>(write-in)

>This is a quest set in an AU version of the original story. Depending on your choice and actions, you will go into the path of heroics, vigilantism, villainry, or a new path altogether.

>>4203988
>The Path of Redemption
>Focus mainly on your original Quirk and suppress the other influence

>>4203988
>>The Path of Retribution

>>Awaken another power in response to the abnormal transference

>>4203988
>The Path of Redemption
>Focus mainly on your original Quirk and suppress the other influence
(For now, a real redemption would be finding a balance. Remember the past, but push forward, and all that.)

>>4203988
>The Path of Isolation
>Awaken another power in response to the abnormal transference

Might be time to call it OP.

Already writing but from the looks of it, it seems like this is the winner.

>>4204044
>>4204063

So it's fine for me to reveal the Quirk forced upon you and let you throw suggestions for your original quirk. The other Quirk you (forcibly) inherent is All for One.

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>>4204111
>All For One
Hoooo boy
Anyway, a few ideas for a base quirk
>Plug & Play: user can swap body parts with the target during direct contact. Borrowing an arm of a quirk user like Bakugo or Shoji gets you access to their quirk, but maybe they get access your's as well?
>Orbit: pull things into an orbit around the user, seems like it'd be fun to learn how to break that power.
>Beeeeeeeee: Idk, beegirls are cute and rare. If you wanna get weird with it, besides "does whatever a bee can do" maybe they can make worker bee drones or something? That'd be neat.

>>4203988
>The Path of Redemption
>Focus mainly on your original Quirk and suppress the other influence

Wait, are we Hana Shimura? This sure sounds like Shigaraki's backstory.

>>4204111
>All for One
Oh fuck are we a commie?

>>4204111

What happened next was honestly something you couldn’t recall. Everything was pitch black, frigid cold and motionless to the point of being rigid and brittle. It was hard observing anything around you with such dimmed senses. Fear would be settling in if it wasn’t for the strong feeling of emptiness taking you by your still-beating heart. Giving a cold, icy grip that tightly contracts around the surface, zapping whatever strength you have left. As for your mind, it was blank as not a single thought crosses your consciousness.

Leaving you feeling lifeless as much as you were rendered helpless after that traumatic experience. But even in such a state, by some luck, you were able to hear a conversation currently taking place. Judging from the voices it seems like it was between two men. The first voice was that of an old if not eccentric man who could pass off being your grandfather despite the flare. The other man was notoriously younger but still a suave, debonair gentleman. To which could pass your father due to the obvious age gap. Nevertheless, their conversation sank deep into your mind as you began repeating their words.


“Oho? What’s this? Doctor, I thought you said when you first found her she was nothing but a living corpse?”

“Yes, that’s right. I think it was miraculous alone that I was able to find a whole body after the young master’s….awakening.”

“Yet here she lies still breathing with a strong pulse, abet faint. I suppose living corpse is rather unfair to label this miracle child as.”

“I can only chalk it up to her quirk singularity factor. A rather strong one, capable of triggering a boosting effect towards her Quirk Factor to the point of partial awakening when pushed to the brink of life and death. Allowing her to keep herself together in that chaotic turn of events when she should’ve dissipated like the others. At first, I consider her quirk to be a mere regeneration type, if not a superior version, but upon closer studies...it’s far more adaptive and symbiotic in its restorative power. Goes completely against the foundation of mere regeneration. I’m practically stumped on what kind of quirk this specimen really has.”

“Intriguing doctor. So you think she’s the one you’re looking for?”

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>>4204184

“Certainly a possibility, but I’ll have to run some additional test to see if she’s the missing link to my theory.”

“In that case. Why not have her be test subject of my quirk factor? If she’s truly what we’ve been looking for then surely she should be able to handle such power without collapsing and falling victim to cellular destruction, unlike the others.”

“Well if you insist. If she was to survive the experience, it’ll only benefit our ambitions even further. I’ve already collected enough of her quirk factor to stockpile and tamper with in case things go south. But I won’t lie and say that it wouldn’t make me happy if she fully adjusts to any quirk, especially your quirk without any major side-effects at least. “

“But I have to ask one more thing before we begin the process. What about the young master? Should we tell him that she survived?”

“That won’t be necessary. It’ll be far better for him to live in his current amnesic state. Otherwise, he may snap at not finishing the job and do something that is most unbecoming. Oh, that reminds me….cut off her hands when you get the chance. He’ll be needing a convincing proof that like the rest, she’s gone.”

“Yeah, I can do that no problem. Her vitality is abnormal as even in this half-dead state her body is still fully optimized for a child of her age. Surely cutting off her hands will only speed up her natural healing factor to replace what she lost. Otherwise, I’ll remedy it with one of my special serums to give an extra boost.“

“Then I’ll trust you with the rest doctor. I’ll handle my protege personally. I look forward to seeing just how this test will help those adorable Nomus.”

“Trust me, if she’s truly the one, then my precious creations will embark on the next stage towards truly being the perfect embodiment of your desires.”

The sharp pain was the only thing that you felt for the first time since you were in this state of limbo between life and death. Honestly, the seething pain was enough to jolt yourself back into consciousness. Darting your eyes wildly you would see yourself in an open room, surrounded with medical tools meant to keep statistics of your general wellbeing. Turning your head to the side was an IV tube lodge in your flesh. As you stare in a daze, you were met with the warm glow of the morning sun.

>Take the IV out and try to walk out of the hospital bed
>Stay in bed and focus on resting
>Search for the remote and try to watch tv
>Try to for yourself to remember how you ended up in this place
>[Write In]

>>4204187
>Take the IV out and try to walk out of the hospital bed

>>4204187
>>Try to for yourself to remember how you ended up in this place

>>4204162

All certainly workable with the quirk setup I'd defaulted to. I'll keep it in mind.

>>4204178

The only indication of identity is the number 87 tattoo to the back of your head. You're correct though.

>>4204184
>>4204187
Yep, we're Hana.

>[Write In]
>Just try to move a little, first. See how strong we are, get our bearings. Let our eyes adjust to being open again. Once we're ready, then we try to escape.

>>4204187
>Take the IV out and try to walk out of the hospital bed

>>4204187
>Try to for yourself to remember how you ended up in this place

Another My Hero Acadamia quest? I wished these lasted longer. Except the one with the Texas cowgirl. That ones pretty good.

>>4204198
>>4204187

Supporting this. Stranger danger.

>>4204187
>Take the IV out and try to walk out of the hospital bed
Now seems like a terrible time to panic, so let's do that.

>>4204191
>>4204202
>>4204217
>>4204224

Staring at the sun for a bit you try to open your eyes before blinking afterward. Then you proceed to move your arms and legs. Each body part responding to your impulses just as well as you come to expect. The cold, empty feeling you felt previously has long since disappeared. In its place was the overabundant feeling of vigor coursing through your veins. Leaving you feeling rather anxious despite feeling hyperactive. Turning back tot he IV cord, you feel a cord suddenly striking as mood swings start to take in.

Rapid breathing due to your impending hyperventilation followed by the sound of your racing beating heart was all that you can hear upon your mind slowly returning from its empty state. Memories were still hazy as for some reason you couldn’t remember a thing from your past. Yet your body was trembling ferociously over what it has undergone. You weren’t sure how but you know that something was wrong. And seeing the IV tube gave you a brief glimpse of being inside of a tank, surrounded by humanoid bodies.

Flaking out before you could reminisce over anything further you angrily grip your hand against the IV chord. With one quick tug, you yank the cords out and toss them to the side, letting them leak whatever nourishment that was previously pumping into your body. Letting out some much needed deep breaths, you flung the covers from your body to reveal yourself in a hospital pajamas. Examining your body showed you that there wasn’t anything wrong physically. And yet you still feel uneasy as the unshakeable feeling of danger continues to loom in the gloom. Pressing your fingers against your neck, you feel something off about it. A tattoo bar code was the cause.

Feeling its texture told you that the number was one zero, followed by the number eight and seven. Reaching the point of hysteria you hope down from the bed, marching over to the door. Opening it slowly to see a crack, you dart your eyes in search of anyone. Luckily there wasn’t anyone around as the hospital was still in its early morning shift. Taking this chance you gently open the door, taking a few steps back and then a deep breath. Once centered you start to sprint out of the hall and taking a left turn. Running like a frightened child soon made you the center of attention as one of the staff catches you leaving in the middle of carrying some stuff to the third floor.

>Search for an exit and take your chances out in the street
>Find the nearest window and try to escape by sliding down on the pipes
>Look for the nearest person who can help you
>Find somewhere to hide and stay out of sight
>[write-in]

>>4204263
>[write-in]
Quirk activates in panic and we blow shit up. If not then just
>Search for an exit and take your chances out in the street

>>4204263
>Find the nearest window and try to escape by sliding down on the pipes

>>4204263
>Find the nearest window and try to escape by sliding down on the pipes

>>4204267
>>4204263

+1

Escalated things already by running, might as well see what we can do.

>>4204267
>>4204272
>>4204283
>>4204291

By all accounts, running like a hyperactive panicking child was the last thing one would think when it comes to being inconspicuous. To that, you balance it out by being a frightened eleven-year-old girl. Regardless of your smarts, this was far beyond any normal or even gifted individual is capable of enduring with no signs of wavering. It’s too much for anyone to bear as you continue darting through the halls, picking up more speed with each step you took. Despite running as fast as you currently can, not once did you feel tired. If anything the abundant amount of energy was replenishing itself further than you could expel it.

Something is clearly not normal with you and you weren’t going to stick around in unknown territory. As you continue running you would see several of the medical staff trying to stop your rambunctious running. Seeing them immediately made you turn in the other direction. In your haste, however, led you to move close to another set of people who were position to try and catch you. Sliding your body downwards allowed you to ride on your momentum to move underneath them in one smooth slide. Picking yourself up in mid-movement you continue running down the next hall.

As your chase gave way to alerting more people to your predicament, your options of escape started to get limited. Repetitively your exits would be met with an obstacle, forcing you to maneuver to another hall. One by one your pathways start to close as you resort to using your momentum to momentarily wall climb over the adults’ barricade. A futile effort as your constant defiance eventually found yourself running straight into a dead end. Practically backed into a corner, you grit your teeth and tense your brow, choosing to run through it.

Almost on command, reddish streaks of electricity shoots out from your body as it starts to illuminate. Eyes now glowing crimson you put more force into your step. As a result, the ground starts to feel like quicksand as it was getting much harder building up any traction. But your current momentum made that moot as you brace yourself for the wall. Instead of crashing through, your body suddenly merged with the wall. Passing through in singular motion, leaving a wavy ripple behind as the wall returns to normal. Soon you find yourself stepping out of the other side of the wall, sticking to the floors as ripples follow your every step.

“Wh-Whaaaaah! What the heck is this?!” You scream, looking frantically at your hands as you see traces of the wall disappearing from your fingertips as it returns to its original spot. In your distraction, you see yourself about to smack into the window. Stretching your arms out to catch your while slowing your descent, you soon recreate the same strange phenomenon. For reasons you couldn’t understand your body just integrates into the window, passing through it from the other side as you now find yourself walking on air.

>>4204346

Before gravity took its course you made a u-turn and jumped to cling to the pipe near the window. Hugging it tightly just in the nick of time kept you from falling like a looney toon as you frantically pant in disbelief and fright “For real?! I’m running through these walls like they’re not even there.” You cried, nearly on the verge of tears.

Looking down to see yourself on the second floor instinctively you made a loud gulp sound. Turning your hands back to the pipe, you find themselves wedge shut as if someone held superglue onto your hands. Carefully you slide yourself down to the ground, fidging a bit on the way until you successfully pulled your hands free. Just in time to land painfully on your rump as you held back the urge to let out a loud cry. At least you were outside the hospital.

>Continue running into the city but be mindful of not triggering that red streak
>Look for the nearest person who can help you
>Find somewhere to hide and stay out of sight
>Try to remember where your home is
>[Other]

>>4204350
>Find somewhere to hide and stay out of sight
How old is MC?

>>4204350
>Find somewhere to hide and stay out of sight

>>4204353

11 currently. Going to be within the same age as Hawks and Mt. Lady once we're at the main story.

>>4204350
>>Find somewhere to hide and stay out of sight

>>4204162

For the record, I'm taking Plug & Play but supercharging it since the best fit for the safety net quirk I originally went with.

why be a bee girl when you can be all sorts of different animal girls once trained.

>>4204350
>Find somewhere to hide and stay out of sight

>>4204353
>>4204354
>>4204357
>>4204367

Alright, with that I'm going to initiate a rolling round. 1d100, best of three with the sole exception of rolling a 1 or a 100.

Rolled 54 (1d100)

>>4204378

Rolled 75 (1d100)

>>4204378
Little out of practice, let's see if I remember how to roll.

>>4204382
Ayy

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>>4204361

Rolled 39 (1d100)

>>4204378

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>>4204378

>75

Now freed from the pipe you just sprinted out of there with no disregard for anything other than survival. There was a bunch of questions running through your frantic, fragile mind. One of the biggest concerns being the quirk that you displayed. Not having any memories made confirming whether or not you had this unification/integration power prior to this incident a truly daunting challenge. It was a miracle alone that you could break it down to merging yourself with whatever you made contact and expunging yourself from the opposite in during reconstruction to your original form. Or so you thought, it was hard to really figure out aside from the red streaks.

But before addressing any of your buttload of questions, you advert your attention towards escaping to somewhere far. Far enough that whoever put you in that hospital could never find you. Irrational sure but you didn’t have the time to think of a better answer as you ran into the forest. While not as abundant as before, the fountain of vitality continues coursing through your body. Every fiber continues to be supercharged as you travel deep into the forest in record speed. To the outside view, you uncontrollably generated red streaks of lightning with a blackish tint Hopping, sprinting, it didn’t matter what manner of parkour you did, it all came naturally to you.

It was almost freaky at how fluid your maneuverability was. Flowmotion in practice was the best way to describe your graceful movements. Traveling far into the forest, you finally stopped at what looks to be a massive tree. Hiding underneath the roots you successfully kept yourself undetected in addition to being unfollowed. Leaning against the hard, wooden surface you start making labored, heavy breaths. The red streak finally disappearing as you feel incredibly drained. Running straight for days without rest certainly separated you from anyone trying to tail you. At the same time, you were left with quite a dilemma.

Who are you? What happened to cause you to be in the hospital? Where is the place you called home? When did all of this happen? How are you able to do any of this? And most important of all...Why you? Clinching your legs tightly you start huddling into a ball. Tears soon began to form at the growing distress. Why was all of this happening to you? Why is that even remembering your name is too hard for you? Riddle with these questions left you feeling tremendous anxiety and uncertainty as you cry yourself to sleep.

Even so, the sun still rose as it lights your morning once again. Seeing that sight somehow put your heart at ease as you finally went to sleep.

>Write-in your action for the timeskip, also choose how long for the said timeskip below

>One Year
>Two Years
>Three Years
>Four Years

>>4204418
>>Two Years

I'd say try to lay low as long as possible, and try to survive.

>>4204418
>One Year

May as well get rid of the obvious, and make an identity for ourselves.

Namely, a name would be a good start.

>>4204418

>Four years

If we're separated from society with no idea who or what we are then let's go the Geten route and train our quirk and body to the utmost degree. Breaking our limits and going plus ultra sound the natural conclusion.

>>4204440
>>4204432

Also no brainer options that should work when we're not training. Maybe try to manifest One for all at least once.

>>4204418
>Two Years

>Four years

>>4204418
> Four Years
> If we're separated from society with no idea who or what we are then let's go the Geten route and train our quirk and body to the utmost degree. Breaking our limits and going plus ultra sound the natural conclusion.

>>4204418
>Two Years

>>4204432
>>4204440
>>4204449
>>4204450
>>4204541
>>4204584
>>4204591

Looks like training is taking priority but survival and identification aren't incompatible. So do me a favor and start rolling some d100s.

Also gonna need a tie-breaker between two and four years otherwise I'm choosing a middle ground.

Rolled 10 (1d100)

>>4205194

Wish me luck

Rolled 55 (1d100)

>>4204418
>Four Years

Rolled 54 (1d100)

>>4205194
Best of 3 system?

>>4205254

Best of three, but I'm willing to give one more chance considering its 4 years. So you can reroll if you like. Everyone.

>>4205243

Well that's unfortunate. I wanted some Stand Quest hax and become mina

Rolled 51 (1d100)

>>4205264

Rolled 14 (1d100)

>>4205264

If you say so

>>4205243
>>4205248
>>4205254
>>4205275
Dice gods dont like us much huh.

>>4205284

You could still roll since I gave everyone a chance to do a do-over. But yeah it does seem like that.

Rolled 71 (1d100)

>>4205287
Oh, thanks Maruta

Rolled 44 (1d100)

>>4205194

>>4205296

Now we're getting somewhere. Writing now.

>>4205194

>71

In the next four years, your life was a roller coaster of adrenaline and thrill-seeking hijinks. Being surrounded in the wilderness gave you all the time in the world to yourself. Fearing for an invisible enemy that for all you know wasn’t even real certainly kept you in a tense and agitated state. Whoever took you from your home and did this to you was still out there. Lurking in the shadows, waiting for that precise moment where you let your guard down. While it’s likely that recapture would be its main objective, it wouldn’t put it past you that elimination was an option. You already escaped once, who’s to say you wouldn’t do it again if given the chance?

Therefore you stook to your guns and focused only laying low as you survive by any means necessary. Not knowing who you are was indeed a serious cause of your uncertainty and constant state of anxiety. But you wouldn’t be able to get a chance to learn if you ever let yourself get captured or worse. The only clue you have was the number embedded on the back of your neck. It was the closest thing to a name, but calling yourself eighty-seven wasn’t exactly glamorous. For now, you had much bigger things to worry about. Keeping yourself away from people was your best-laid plan as you struggled to live off the land.

If it wasn’t for your quirk activating when you need it most, the dangers of the forest would’ve long since claimed you. Gathering supplies during the day and staying late in the night in your barricade was how you spent your days in the wilderness. However as time went on, your constant fear and paranoia soon turned to rage and fury. The constant frustration of having to live like a coward, doing whatever you can to ensure yourself the sight of seeing the sun again was unbearable. You pushed yourself to turn that around. Instead of being the lost stray cat, you were going to turn yourself into the ferocious lion.

So trained you did. In between gathering supplies, always moving to different hideouts to avoid detection, you spent your time thoroughly training your body. From your quirk to your physical and mental prowess, you didn’t leave any stone unturned. At first, it was painful for you, even with your abundant stamina and vigor you were still an average eleven-year-old girl. But with the looming threat and your own growing temper, it only pushed you further when most would’ve given up. At your current pace, you started off small, going just far enough to surpass what you did yesterday. It wasn’t much at the start but gradually it stockpiled over time.

>>4205537

By the end of the year, you found yourself punching small boulders and chopping logs. Barehanded no less. In the midst of your painful training, your quirk did a remarkable job holding your body together as you push yourself to your limits. Injuries quickly faded as they appeared with the worst lasting for a few days. Teaching you the value of rest days to better accumulate to the gains your training provides. In fact, your regenerative properties were an offshoot of your actual quirk. A safety measure to keep your cellular makeup in perfect order and keep to your encoded DNA blueprint. What your actual quirk was left you speechless.

For some reason or another, you’re able to merge and fuse your body with virtually any matter, both living and inanimate, organic and inorganic, and can even accelerate the speed in which the merging process takes place. As well as being able to keep your integration, down to the atomic level. Thus allowing you to move and control the altered body parts as if they were your natural parts. This manner of assimilation gave a wide assortment of different applications, including overlaying your tissues as instead of cellular division to trigger cellular repair, it instead wedges itself together, restoring itself while simultaneously strengthening its longevity as if it was a brand new cell. Perpetuating a new cycle of nigh-eternal rebirth and rejuvenation.

Outside of abnormal regeneration, the other aftereffect was a much sturdy, durable body. Resilience combined with vitality to your extent made for quite the effective juggernaut as you came to realize through your years of training. But the strangest effect was the ripple effect whenever you applied your quirk to other surfaces. Creating some form of buoyancy that influence both you and the surface tension. In your early youth, you brute force your way through a combination of fusion and fission, hence you popping out so roughly in quick fashion. But through careful finesse, you merely sink and rise into objects without breaking the surface tension, treating them like liquid surfaces. Effectively creating a quicksand/whirlpool effect.

By the midway point of the third year, you started interacting with the metropolis after being stuck in the wilderness for so long. But not in the way that one would hope as you spend your time entering the public stealing supplies. Continuing to keep a low profile you stick to petty crime by stealing food, drink, clothing, basically things that most wouldn’t notice missing. With your powers of integration and unification, it was child’s play to essentially play robin hood without anyone being any of the wiser. Storing things inside of your living hammerspace and leaving inconspicuously was your standard tactic. But when chase did happen you usually got away by sinking into the ground or gliding in the air at exceptional speeds.

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>>4205541

To go six months straight without combat was quite the achievement. But all good things must come to an end as, during a burglary of a nightclub, you found yourself tackling some burly bodybuilders. While trying to keep to your longtime plan of hiding from attention, ultimately you were forced into a confrontation and had to fight. Quickly overpowering them to your surprise, you easily brought them down with a single blow. Training to the utmost degree with the wilderness ended up pushing your body to a notorious powerhouse.

Even without your quirk, you were a formidable opponent as you brought your assailants down in ferocious fashion. Like the mighty lion, you made the concrete jungle your playground as you continue training and surviving. Avoiding attraction from the pro heroes was a manner of luck and skill, you didn’t hold back when it came to fighting local heroes. Part of it was out of happenstance, but soon it became a challenge for you. What’s the point of training if you didn’t have anything to practice on? Fighting giant creatures like bears can only provide so much for your skils. Before long you started earning the nickname Hyakujūnoō, the king of beasts.

Due to your quirk and primal combat prowess, it was notoriously hard for one to get a concrete image of your appearance. To you, you only ended up welcoming the alias as it was the only sign of an identity you have. Appearing to the public as a strong, tough as nails amazon certainly did well for your self-confidence. Also, it was a really good stress reliever as the thrill-seeking antics brought forth freedom in the truest sense of the word. No longer was you the weak, scared little girl who didn’t know who she was. In its place was a fighter, a true apex predator that did what she wants without repercussion. And for the first time, you felt really good about yourself.

Now fifteen years old you currently stand on top of a large watchtower at a full moon. Looking at the police cars toiling away to the streets trying to bust criminals and finally catch the proud lioness that’s been plaguing their streets for quite some time. You made it a habit to travel to town to town to avoid detection in the nearly two years of your game of cat and mouse. And while you haven’t gotten any closer discovering your past, you did define your present with your new self.

>Have yourself some fun and rob a rich guy’s home/business company
>Go off looking for a strong person for you to fight. Hero or not
>Make your way back to your hideout with your current goods
>Follow the police cars to see where they’re heading
>Other

>>4205548
>>Have yourself some fun and rob a rich guy’s home/business company
They have too much stuff anyway.

>>4205548
>Have yourself some fun and rob a rich guy’s home/business company

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>>4205548
>>Have yourself some fun and rob a rich guy’s home/business company

If we really wanna tinfoil hat this, that 87 might actually be L8

>>4205548

>Quirk: Plug & Play

>A Transformation &Accumulation-type Quirk that allows Hana the ability to merge and integrate into any matter, organic or inorganic at the atomic level. Originally only able to cause fusion and fissure with herself when coming into direct contact with herself, she recently learned how to influence other matters with her quirk. Allowing her to combine and/or separate two or more targets. Each amalgamation after the second gets weaker with each usage. Her hard limit is currently four. Can currently combine up to four different targets.

>Using her quirk in rapid sessions burn additional vitality and require Hana to initiate a cool down period to recover lost stamina. While it is possible for her to forcibly reactivate her quirk, she suffers additional damages during usage and recovers slower as a result. Currently, she can hold a single physical amalgamation transformation nigh-indefinitely.

>In order to handle the physical strain of her quirk and the abundant vitality that serves as the quirk's fuel source, her body has been reinforced and strengthened immensely. Giving her peak human capabilities that are borderline superhuman. Her healing factor especially.

A work in process as this isn't final, so suggestions including additional strengths and weaknesses are appreciated.

>>4205553
>>4205555
>>4205561

Thieving it is. Give me another d100 to see how well the heist goes.

>>4205564
I really now want to break into a zoo and go full chimera or do it to a person

Rolled 98 (1d100)

>>4205585
Dice roll.

Rolled 70 (1d100)

>>4205585

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>>4205594

Might be a simple cat burglar but damn you're channeling that Gentle Flare

>>4205587

And to think you're still not fully "awakened" yet. Between your trauma and housing all for one mutated your quirk further. Turning that partial awakening upgrade to its default state. But you are on your way to it with your recent discovery. In terms of skills, you're closer to Mirio than Geten imho.

>>4205611
Can you compare the quirk to another power cause my small brain is still confused about it

>>4205622

In-universe you're a better Suneater/Welder/Monster Cat/etc

https://bokunoheroacademia.fandom.com/wiki/Manifest
https://bokunoheroacademia.fandom.com/wiki/Weld
https://bokunoheroacademia.fandom.com/wiki/Monster_Cat_(Quirk)
https://bokunoheroacademia.fandom.com/wiki/Black
https://bokunoheroacademia.fandom.com/wiki/Mimicry

Elsewhere, think Wraith from 2003 Fullmetal Alchemist, Kenpachi Azashiro from bleach, wapol from one piece, Sakon and Ukon from naruto, etc.

https://powerlisting.fandom.com/wiki/Unity_Force_Manipulation if you want the full inspiration

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>>4205639

Forgot my visual.

>>4205639
We also have All for One right? So we can steal quirks and give them to other people.

>>4205660

Yes, haven't unlocked it but it's better than nine's but still weaker than the original by a wide margin. It's actually what influence this rare mutation for your original quirk.

Rolled 49 (1d100)

>>4205585

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>>4205585

“Look at them scurrying around. Like a bunch of ants hurrying at the first sight of food. “ You mutter, crotch down on the transmission tower. Even before your incident you somehow display cat-like traits with your upturned, sharp eyes as they strongly resemble that of a cat. Slanting inwards with a strong dark red radiance. Letting out a nyah in between your yawn, you tilt your eyes to the full moon. “Well if they’re going through the trouble of trying to find me. I might as well do something worth chasing~”

Cracking your joints and getting your body nice and limber you brace yourself for takeoff. Doing some stretches always seem to get your body out of its dormancy and back into top gear. In this profession as a cat burglar/thrill-seeking phantom thief, you couldn’t afford any slip-ups. Less you want to be stopped by every walking henchmen and officer and having to put them down a single blow. To you, its no fun tangling with weaklings and only makes you fall asleep from the boring yet still pitiful struggle. The feeling of lethargy was the bane to your otherwise hyperactivity caused by notoriously high metabolism and supercharged vitality.

Finally getting into the swing of things you stretch your arms out, taking a cross poss before dropping from the tower. With a wide, giddy laugh you let your quirk activate. Merging with the air particles and gases increased your buoyancy to the point that you suddenly achieved suspended movement. Much like the balloons, you weren’t bound by the gravitational forces as you ascend into the sky, achieving full mobility and flowmotion. Achieving a form of limited flight, you soar through the sky at a smooth, quick pace. What originally was mere air walking gradually developed into dashing before finally reaching full-on jet propulsion. Be it the sky, ground or sea, nothing could keep you restrained. And you like keeping it that way.

Arriving at your intended target took no time at all as you dive down into the ground. A mix of exceptional hacking skills and acrobatics, you easily broke into the mansion of a wealthy businessman and CEO of a multi-million dollar company. Although using direct approaches and brute force wasn’t outside of your growing array of expertise, you didn’t devolve from your roots. Just as ferocious as a lion, you were stealthy like a black panther. And today was no different as you casually bypass through the defenses before making it to the safe. In your discovery you found yourself staring at a grand hall of stuff.

>>4205833

“Fweeeeeeeeee.” You whistles, strolling around the safe like a kid in a candy factory. With a spring into your step, you start drawing the money bags towards your direction. In the longtime art of stealing from the crooked scumbags, you only took what you could get away into your body. For instance, stealing a swimming pool of gold akin to Scrouge McDuck sounds glamorous but even for you would be far too strenuous of a chore to steal, much less get away without notice. That’s why things like a wad of bills were far more charming to you. With the occasional jewels or other valuables for “insurance”.

After robbing enough dough to satisfy your needs alongside the bloody red diamond as the main treasure, you casually sink into the floor. Traveling through the house’s foundation and through the buildings, you eventually made your stop popping out from another tower shaft. With a Cheshire cat-like grin, you kept your hand wedged to the tower as you dangle far off from the distance. By the time they notice what you did, you would be long gone.

“Such a shame that went a little too easy for me. But Dems the breaks when you’re the top thief.” You smile to yourself, pulling out the bloody diamond from your chest.

>Keep aware of your surroundings and keep on your guard
>Head back to your base and count your successful heist.
>Find another target to steal to continue your winning streak
>Purposely antagonize the police for some excitement
>Other

>>4205836
>Keep aware of your surroundings and keep on your guard

>>4205836

I'll leave it to you in fully deciding what kind of cat burglar/phantom thief you want to be and how successful your two years of stealing has been. As well as what you stole and how you used it.

>>4205836
>>Keep aware of your surroundings and keep on your guard

>>4205836
>Keep aware of your surroundings and keep on your guard

>>4205848
>>4205861
>>4205888

Alright, give me another d100. Best of 3.

Rolled 91 (1d100)

>>4205912

>>4205850
Maybe we should go the Phantom Thief route that's mostly in it for kicks with money being secondary.

Rolled 17 (1d100)

>>4205912

Rolled 47 (1d100)

>>4205912

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>>4205914

Since you're not getting anything better than that, the one who is about to attack you is Gang Orca, the number 7th pro hero at this time.

So make your plans for action while I write the incoming post.

I'm wondering if we even need to fight in the first place.

We could always run away. I don't suppose we trained a lot in actual combat.

>>4206011
Couldn't we just faze through any attack he throws at us? As long as he doesn't stun us we should be fine.

>>4205912

Staring at your prize brought you satisfaction at a job well done. Though, it wasn’t particularly the money or valuables you stole that brought you any real joy. For someone who’s always traveling, material possessions weren’t something you were attached to. Barely the lure of monetary gains outside of what you need to survive held any attention. No, it was the challenge in itself that often has your attention. The thrill of the chase, the rush of confrontation, and the overall tension of the adversity ahead brought you the adrenaline you crave. That necessary proof that you were still alive in this hazy dream. Doing this might not have given you the closure that you desperately seek but it sure was far better stress reliever than the alternatives.

Still, in the euphoric turnout of the afterglow, you keep your senses keen. Being in the wilderness for so long taught you the importance of never dropping your guard. Even while you were feeling disappointed at the lack of a challenge, it wasn’t enough to take your mind from your surroundings. Almost having a sixth sense for danger you quickly pick up the presence of someone coming your way. Putting the jewel back into your chest for safekeeping, it quickly returns to the hammerspace that was another side-effect of your integration quirk. Trusting your senses alerted you of who exactly was coming.

Dropping down from the tower and landing on solid ground, you tense your muscles and brace for impact. Turning to meet your attacker you saw what appears to be a rather tall, well-built man in classy business attire. Most peculiar was his orca appearance as you chalked it up to his quirk being a mutant-type. Despite the clear sign of being a fish out of the water, technically a mammal, in this case, he still extrudes exceptional physical might with his hook punch. A move that you manage to block by preparing your guard ahead of time. If it wasn’t for your senses alerting you, that punch would’ve sent you flying through several rooftops. Feeling the tingling sensation on your arms made you feel rather giddy as you couldn’t stop smiling.

“I’m impressed that you were able whether that blow. That was intended to knock you out in an instant.”The orca man spoke, holding his ground in the large crater formed from the clash.

Keeping your wrist against his fist, you sharping your gaze while smirking. “Yeah, well when you been doing the same thing to all the thugs, brutes and even the local pro heroes, you tend to pick up a few things.” You exchange a few words, pressing your feet deeper against the ground as you feel yourself going into top gear. “So, mind telling me why a person like you would take lil old me out of the blue? That’s something only villains would do, Gang Orca.”

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>>4206025

“Don’t play coy Kemononoō/Hyakujūnoō, you can’t weasel your way out of this one. Although it’s surprising to see the real you, a mere high school freshman, I’m not one known to pull back my punches. Especially when dealing with someone who could beat actual pros.” Orca retorts, pulling back from the struggle and getting ready for another attack.

“If you can even call them pros. Barely gave me enough of a workout to warm up before falling down like a pack of cards. And for the record, I never went to school. Maybe that’s why those pro heroes are so pitiful.” You scoff, taking a stance as. Compared to Gang Orca your form-fitting attire of a sleeveless hoodie, tights, ballet slippers, and fingerless gloves didn’t exactly paint you in the same light like a phantom thief. A mixed martial arts fighter or gymnast would be more accurate. Not that you care about looking the part.

>Continue to taunt Gang Orca while trying to make an opening
>Commit yourself to the fight and go on the offensive
>Stick to defense and wear him down while formulating a plan
>Use your quirk to warp the rooftop floor as additional means for offense/defense
>Get a read on his movements and time your quirk to phase through by merging
>Try to flee
>Other

>>4206011

You did as part of your physical conditioning and quirk training. While no genuine master, for a self-taught teenager you're a monster.

>>4206031
>>Try to flee

>>4206031
>Try to flee
smell ya later, fish boy

>>4206031
>Commit yourself to the fight and go on the offensive
Aw come on guys, we can take him.

>>4206031
>Use your quirk to warp the rooftop floor as additional means for offense/defense

Nothing like a little extra space.

>>4206031

>Commit yourself to the fight and go on the offensive.

What's the point of training to the utmost degree if we don't throw down and him catch these hands? Plus Ultra this bitch

>>4206031
>Commit yourself to the fight and go on the offensive.
Do you guys think he brought backup?

>>4206066
>>4206104
>>4206106

Give me a d100 roll, we're going into combat.

Rolled 55 (1d100)

>>4206111
I didn't want to combat because we have loot to bring back, but alright then

Rolled 68 (1d100)

>>4206111

Rolled 48 (1d100)

>>4206111
Let's see if the goats I sacrificed were noticed by the gods

Rolled 26 (1d100)

>>4206111

Just be prepared for potential defeat/victory.

>>4206121

Come to think of it, have we ever been caught before, or come close to it prior to this encounter?

>>4206166

You are correct. While there have been close counters, you haven't been caught once. Hence your joyous overconfidence.

>>4206111

“I won’t lie and say you don’t have talent, but those who are the most talented are usually the ones who burn out the fastest. Don’t let your arrogance be the end of you. Stand down.” Gang Orca requests, keeping a rather calm voice despite the tone in his words.

Cracking your neck back and forth, you merely look at him with a taunting closed-eyed pout.“I don’t have a past, nor a future. All I have is the here and now. So forgive me if I feeling particularly invincible tonight.”Afterward, you begin to start hoping back in forth, really getting into the fighting spirit as the grin forms back on your face. “Besides, a big fish like yourself will give me what I’m looking for.”

“Just as the reports state, you really are a battle fanatic in addition to being a thrill-seeker. Reminds me of a rowdy newcomer from U.A. I’ve been mentoring.” Gang Orca sighs, tightening his fist while centering his field of influence. “Truly I’m a magnet for delinquents.”

“Don’t be like that. If the only thing you have is your quirk, then why wouldn’t you put your all into polishing to perfection. The title Kemononoō, this quirk, my well-trained physique, all of it is the proof I need to validate my existence.”

“Do you really believe that?”

Getting rather annoyed at the pro hero trying to uncover what made you tick, you merely clench your fingers and stop your constant hopping abruptly. “Just shut up and punch me.”


With that exchange, the two of you began your bare-knuckle brawl. Taking the first move you use your smaller, nimble size to quickly close the gap between you and Gang Orca. Arms reeling back into striking form. Before he would get the jump on you, you first made your retaliation by delivering two, simultaneous punches to the gut. Feeling the full force of your punches connect to the humanoid orca’s abdomen, you were met with a dreadful realization. In addition to his hard muscles, there was an additional layer of rubbery blubber that served as a dermal armor for Gang Orca. In retrospect, having the attributes and abilities of a Killer Whale should’ve given away this possibility.

>>4206186

As you feel your fist colliding with a tracker tire, you find yourself meeting a similar blow to your stomach. Although you still brace yourself from last time, this punch was notoriously more effective than previously. The punch wasn’t strong enough to send you flying but you still feel the brunt kinetic force of the attack, followed by the concussion force generated from the impact. Thankfully you were well-built yourself despite not having rubbery skin or additional layers of protective blubber underneath your muscles. All you have to rely on is tenancy and vitality influencing your recovery abilities and endurance alongside your resilience.

Not backing down from the first punch you continue to take onto the offensive with a barrage of punches from your high-caliber physical strength. Breaking through his hide was going to be far tougher than you consider. Especially when considering that you have a great deal of physical prowess, so much so that it appears supernatural. Yet with all of your volley of punches, al the hits have done to Gang Orca barely registered with the titan. The very same punches that people compared to a speeding car with remarkable force. If nothing else this was keeping you from getting bored as you continue on the offensive. Not letting Gang Orca get the chance to strike, reducing him to tanking your consecutive blows.

Tsc, this collection of cash is limiting my quirk options. I only got two slots that I can combine with before hitting my safety limit. Although I could fold myself like paper or adjust my hardness to that of the diamond. But it also puts my valuables at risk. So I have to think about this carefully.

>Aim your punches to a singular spot and brute force your way through his defenses
>Try to go for a grappling pin and aim for dislocation
>Aim for a joint or pressure point to try and hamper Gang Orca
>Switch to using your quirk and mold the ground to better your offensive/defense game
>Go into the defensive and wear him down while formulating a plan
>Other

>>4206187
>>Try to go for a grappling pin and aim for dislocation

>>4206187
>Switch to using your quirk and mold the ground to better your offensive/defense game

>>4206187
>Aim for a joint or pressure point to try and hamper Gang Orca

>>4206187
>Aim for a joint or pressure point to try and hamper Gang Orca

>>4206199
>>4206210
>>4206237

You know the drill, give me another roll.

Rolled 55 (1d100)

>>4206240
nat 100 incoming

Rolled 91 (1d100)

>>4206240

Rolled 67 (1d100)

>>4206240

>>4206250
We've been doing frightfully well so far. I can't help but feel that this run of luck will run out, and we'll be sent to jail, or worse....being forced to be a hero.

>>4206257
>I can't help but feel that this run of luck will run out...
Well, that bound to happen to any quest
>...and we'll be sent to jail, or worse....being forced to be a hero.
You hate being a super that much, bro ? I understand that being a vigilante or a good heart villain may be more interesting, but it isn’t a bad thing if we join the supers. I hope this happens by choice not to bail us out of jail

>>4206250

Yeah, that'll do it. So what kind of dislocation do you want to go for?

>>4206273

I think dislocating his shoulder might be the best way to hamper him greatly but it would also paint a bad imagine. Can we do a sleeping hold instead and knock him out ?

>>4206257

I mean that's the way of the game. And i can think much worse punishment than being forced into hero work. But i doubt that's going to happen if they wan true genuine heroes like all might

>>4206273
Dislocate a knee. Both, if possible.
Step one to eliminating the threat of the enemy is reducing their mobility. Someone who cannot turn easily is much easier to attack.

>>4206292
>>4206240

Continuing your barrage of punches you took careful observation over Gang Orca’s build. With his large size and muscular frame, it would certainly be arduous in breaking through his defenses to deliver a decisive blow. Time of which you didn’t exactly have. Sure nobody knows that you were the one who stole from the CEO but seeing a fight between a top pro hero would certainly draw unwanted attention. Battle Fanatic or not you weren’t an idiot. Taking on multiple pro heroes in addition to a top ten pro would be far too much for you to handle. Thus you needed to take control of the battle fast. But how?

If my options are limited then... Adjustinging your legs in between your punches you set your ambush into a sweeping attack. Putting both hands against Gang Orca’s wrist as he tries to deflect your arms, exposing you to a counterblow, you merely grin as you use his momentum against him to kick his ankles. Exerting enough force to smash a steel i-beam, you successfully rotate your body into full sweeping motion. Knocking Gang Orca down to the ground as you theorize that such a strong body would ultimately be weak against attacks aimed at joints. Otherwise, he would be more willing to get into your face and bulldoze through your barrage.

Reducing the pro the ground you snap your legs together, briefly abet slightly dislocating the bone through your quirk fissuring the joint to extend your reach before reattaching it instantly. Through careful maneuverability and position, you utilize your greater flexibility to catch both Gang Orca’s legs into a leglock. Specifically, it was of the Brazilian jiu-jitsu variant as evident by its dangerous brutality. No time to make any quips about the situation you immediately start to exert a tremendous amount of pressure against each of his legs, aiming for the knees. If your well-toned thighs could crush bowling balls easily, then surely dislocating a pro’s knees was doable.

>>4206404

Caught off guard by your sudden ruthlessness despite its ingenuity, Gang Orca quickly raises his head towards you, giving way to your leglock. Causing you to nearly lose your opposition as you continue applying pressure to his knees. You expected a bit of hesitation given the strain that you were putting on each of the legs. Or at least try to brute force his way to breaking out of your heel hook. Of course, it wouldn’t do any good as you held far more strength in your lower body than you did with your upper body, especially with your legs. But to see him risking further damage to his legs to reach you point-blank was alarming, to say the least.

Before you had time to defend, Gang Orca grabs your head by the hands. Just as you were about to dislocate his knees, Gang Orca releases a powerful hypersonic wave from his forehead. Sending a tremendous surge of jolts down your entire body, every part of you was screaming in intense pain. Your consciousness started going in and out, eyes nearly rolling in the back of your head. Every part of your body was being stunned as just as you took away his mobility, Gang Orca was taking away your movement.

>Use your quirk and sink into the very bottom of the street and into the sewers
>Lay on your back and resort to merging with the ground to pummel Gang Orca while you get some distance
>Brute force your way through the hypersonic soundwaves and aim for a decisive blow
>Other

>>4206408
>Use your quirk to integrate a portion of Orca's flesh, mainly where he's holding you by the head. He doesn't seem affected by his own attack, so there must be some protection offered by his own body.

>>4206524
+1

>>4206408
Supporting >>4206524

>>4206524
>>4206559
>>4206592

You know the deal. Roll me a d100

Rolled 85 (1d100)

>>4206601

Rolled 31 (1d100)

>>4206601

Rolled 61 (1d100)

>>4206601

>>4206601

>85

Even while enduring the intense vibrations resonating in his hypersonic waves, your body still fought back desperately by tensing all of your muscles. Doing so would at least dampen the effects of the sonic shockwave, but the paralyzing aspect was far stronger than you considered. Then again, given your special condition granting you greater elasticity and abnormally dense tissues by dozens of times higher than average, it wasn’t as crippling as it should be despite being so close. That didn’t change the fact it was still successful as you were coming dangerously close to fully blacking out.

Focusing your mind as much you can you start to activate your quirk with your remaining mental power. Naturally, your refined quirk acted on your intent as Gang Orca’s hands were sticking to your temples. Normally you would’ve sunk his entire fingers into your skull for better integration, but that would simply give away your intention. By implementing a more subtle touch you were able to start analyzing Gang’s Orca’s composition and physique. Your search quickly leads you to find out the overall source of his hypersonic waves. To your surprise, it was around his skull, housing a lump of fat in a whales head that allows them to use echolocation.

Echolocation….He’s weaponizing….his orca’s trait of communication and perception through that process. Aargh! Why didn’t I see that coming?! He’s literally a killer whale, that’s one of their key functions. Ugh, what’s next? Blowing high pressurized streams of water at me like a fire hose. You soon started beating yourself up overlooking yet another attribute that should’ve been obvious to you, though in your defense you didn’t go to school so you only have street smarts to bank on. Still in this observation, you soon notice that there was an Achilles heel in his head. Between being able to shoot his long-range attacks and protecting himself from them, his overall defenses are far weaker than the rest of his body.

>>4207652

Now knowing the secret to his hypersonic waves you focused on integrating the membranes in his ears and skull that protect him from his weaponized echolocation and water cannon. A process that you stress pressed into operating at a faster than average pace. Taking only enough to make your own defense against the hypersonic waves and kinetic force, your body rushes to implement what it took and amalgamate it properly. Of course, even with all that, it still didn’t change the fact that enduring those onslaughts to your body left you paralyzed. Silver lining he couldn’t paralyze you again with another one of those hypersonic wave shots.

Judging to himself that he released enough of his hypersonic waves to put someone of your caliber down, Gang Orca finally recedes his sonic attack. “That should be enough to knock you out. I’ll admit that you’re quite the troubling opponent. But this battle is over..”

As Gang Orca prepares to go for the capture, his vision begins to blur suddenly. The entire area was starting to spin and sway in distortion. His sense of equilibrium was falling as the Pro Hero was struggling to fall on his dislocated knees. While this takes places his hands continue to be firmly held together as they start to sink into your face. Realizing that he was undergoing the effects of vertigo, you merely curl your lips into a smile. All the pieces were coming together.

>Play possum and wait out the paralysis effect while keeping Gang Orca glued to you
>Brute force your way through the paralysis to deliver a knockout blow at his skull
>Push your quirk further and try to assimilate Gang Orca
>Use your quirk to morph the floor to restrain Gang Orca
>Use your quirk and sink into the very bottom of the street and into the sewers
>Other

>>4207655
>Brute force your way through the paralysis to deliver a knockout blow at his skull

>>4207655
>brute force trough

>>4207655
>>Use your quirk to morph the floor to restrain Gang Orca

>>4207655
>>Use your quirk to morph the floor to restrain Gang Orca

>>4207655
>Brute force your way through the paralysis to deliver a knockout blow at his skull
He was right. The battle was over.

>>4207663
>>4207666
>>4207675
>>4207676

Going to need a tiebreaker soon or I'll have to get creative. But you can make your roll either way to save time.

Rolled 9 (1d100)

>>4207698

Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>4207698
Rolling

>>4207698

Okay nvm >>4207696 Brute force it is

Rolled 49 (1d100)

>>4207698

Rolled 86 (1d100)

>>4207698

>>4207701
haha, nice

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>>4207701
This...has become an awkward scenario.
Gang Orca, please, restrain yourself. I know that the MC is a lovely young woman, but this is simply inappropriate!

>>4207706
Plus, we're only fifteen.

>>4207701

Just for that meme roll, I'm counting >>4207704

You can suggest finishers as I'm going to write a conclusion. Man you guys really are Mirio Lite/Diet Geten

>>4207717
>Geten
You mean the ice guy?

>>4207717
discombobulate him

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>>4207721

The very same, but who listens to databook anyway when waifuing a character.

>>4207717

How about we scream out an obviously made up attack name?

>>4207727
So when you call us "Diet Geten", I assume you're comparing our general skill level/control over our quirk.

>>4207717
DIAMOND-HEAD SMASHER! Grab him by the skull, integrate the diamond into our head, and deliver a brutal headbutt.

>>4207737

Yes since you didn't awaken yet or have that additional 5+ years experience. But you do come really close to that goalpost with your current skills.

Rolled 58 (1d100)

>>4207717
THUNDERCROSS SPLIT ATTACK!

It's a move that combines offense and defense, the perfect stratagem that nobody has ever escaped from.

>>4207754
Fuck.
I can support this.

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>>4207754

Probably not what you intended but when I first thought of Thundercross Split it was something like pic related since he isn't in the position to stop the leg portion.

>>4207771
based

>>4207771
I guess we can go with that as a counter attack.

>>4207717
>>4207754
>>4207771

>85


“What’s happening...Why am I….” Gang Orca mutters, feeling himself wobbling as he fights nausea that threatens to discombobulate him. Attempting to pull his hands off your face to try and realign himself, Gang Orca was met with a strong adhesive effect that kept his fingers stuck on your face. No matter how much he tugs and swings his arms he found himself incapable of removing his hands from your face.

If you were capable of talking you would gleefully take credit at this deceptive ploy. Most of your fights end in one blow, be it a punch, a kick or some other means of physical attack. Therefore not many people know the true nature of your quirk. Many people theorize that your quirk must be some sort of transparency, teleportation or illusionary based in order to explain your seeming intangibility. Not that you were one to freely answer. A magician never reveals their tricks. Still, even you have to admit that you were seriously cutting it close by enduring the shockwaves to set up this little ploy.

As a result, you find yourself unable to move a single inch of your body. Blinking alone was a serious chore for you. And given its merely a stun effect it wasn’t something your regenerative healing factor could kick in and repair. There was your abundant lifeforce sure but no amount of physical energy, stamina and vitality were going to let you recover fast enough to make any difference. For now, you were just as stuck as Gang Orca was in this stalemate. And with the looming threat of backup or unwanted outsiders on the way, you needed to make your escape while you can.

Escape….Hearing that word made you flashback to a little girl running down a dark hall. Bandaged around her wrists and thighs, panting deeply in between crying, the terrifying look across her eyes as she was looking back at a looming threat. A large, black humanoid monster with a very muscular body that has many scars on it. The most daunting look was its brain was fully exposed and a beak-like mouth. It wasn’t the only one but the memory was too blurred to see it properly. Despite that, your eyes glared with intense hatred, gritting your teeth to the point of spilling blood. The concept of running away in fear agitated you immensely.

Springing yourself back to life through sheer aggression and spite, you sprung your arms towards Gang Orca’s biceps, gripping tightly in an iron vice grip. Following that you swing your legs back, preparing for your next attack. Seeing this Gang Orca attempts to shoot out another one of his hypersonic waves. To which you merely endure, feeling only the circling sound still lingering in your ears, you were reassured that the ringing paralyzing effect of his attack does not affect you.

>>4207889

Pushing through the remaining effect puts a tremendous amount of stress upon your body. But it wasn’t enough to stop your movement. Thus Gang Orca bare witness to your impending counterattack. Worse yet his attack ultimately impacts him negatively as it was Gang Orca who was now feeling the effects of his paralyzing hypersonic waves. With increasing vertigo and suffering from his own medicine, Gang Orca was effectively helpless upon your impending attack. Rising just high enough to nearly reach a one hundred and eighty-degree rotation, you were ready to finish the fight instead of running like a coward.

Gritting your teeth while forming a smile, you spread your legs to imitate a guillotine, using your stomach to pull yourself to the first. “THUNDERCROSS SPLIT ATTACK!” Thrusting your hips and lower body against Gang Orga you deliver a powerful split to the face, simultaneously using your calves to chop at the side of his neck. Pulling him further with the chop to greatly enhance the already impressively strong drop attack. “..Improvised version~,” You say sticking your tongue out as you watch Gang Orca go into a state of unconsciousness.

Leaving a rather large crater from your attack, you finally disengage your quirk. No longer feeling his hands on your face, you instinctively rub your cheeks, looking down at your act with a cat-like grin. Although it could’ve been just as easy if not better if you just escape, your pride wouldn’t let you. Even if this act ends up giving the pros a more concrete answer to your quirk, you didn’t have any regret in your heart. This thrilling sensation was more than enough to pay for the fanservice.

“That was quite exhilarating Gang Orca. If I wasn’t pressed for time, I’ve loved to have a proper bare-knuckle brawl with you. Fighting a wall like yourself and overcoming it through brute force would do wonders in further building me up to the next stage. But I shouldn’t be greedy.” You praised Gang Orca, knowing that it was pointless talking to the unconscious pro hero.

Pulling yourself off from the ground, you proceed to use that momentum to go into a headstand, raising your legs up in the air. “So I’ll take my victory over the 7th ranked hero and make my exit.” Swinging your legs down it starts fusing with the ground, disengaging the fusion to appear on the other side. Thus creating that quicksand rippling effect as you sink. “Farewell~”

>>4207892

Sinking to the bottom of the building, you find yourself stepping out of the door before leaning against the brick wall. Panting up a storm, you turn your eyes to the streets. As short as that fight was, it certainly took a lot out of you for such quick rush jobs. No, that was just an excuse. You were shaken from fighting the number seventh hero and barely winning the fight. This was as good as a wake-up call as ever to just how vast the superhuman society goes.

>Find someone to merge with and use them as a scapegoat as you recover
>Look for an inconspicuous hiding place and sink into the inner structure to hide
>Travel in the underground back to your hideout
>Disguse yourself with the crowd and take public transportation away
>Other

>Also what do you do once you escape

>Stay hidden and lay low
>Train further in a secluded place
>Seek out someone to help you become stronger
>Leave the city and make shop elsewhere
>Continue picking fights with pros
>Other

>>4207894
>>Disguse yourself with the crowd and take public transportation away

>>Leave the city and make shop elsewhere
You know, go out and have something to eat. Something to celebrate our victory today, and our successful heist.

>>4207894
>Find someone to merge with and use them as a scapegoat as you recover
>Seek out someone to help you become stronger
Number 7 seems to be our limit. We need to surpass that limit! Hero or villain, it doesn't matter - everyone is fair game!

>>4207894
>Disguse yourself with the crowd and take public transportation away
Leave the city and make shop elsewhere

>>4207894
>Travel in the underground back to your hideout
>Leave the city and make shop elsewhere

>>4207894
>Disguse yourself with the crowd and take public transportation away
>Seek out someone to help you become stronger

>>4207894

>Disguise yourself with the crowd and take public transportation away

>Seek out someone to help you become stronger

I agree with getting out of dodge since we beat the 7th hero but let's try to prepare for when shit goes down. Or at least be stronger than we are currently if we're still sticking with being a phantom thief.

>>4207898

I do agree with celebrating. We defied the odds.

>>4207898
>>4207910
>>4207915
>>4207917
>>4207921
>>4207955

So far we have

>Disguse yourself with the crowd and take public transportation away

Not surprising since the best-laid plans are often simple.

The real concern is we got a tie for these two

>>Leave the city and make shop elsewhere
>Seek out someone to help you become stronger

They're not inconclusive but I do like to see if anyone wants a tie-breaker or settle on this road trip to find a mentor in a new city.

>>4207955
Maybe when we're treating ourselves out, we can plan our next move, or do some self reflecting on our life goals.

>>4207969
finding the mentor in another city is fine by me

>>4207981

Yeah that's idea. We just got interrogated by Orca even if it was briefly. I'm not saying we should turn to heroics but we did pick the path of redemption. So we should start seriously thinking what we want? What our main goals? Personally I want to uncover our memories and unlock All for One first.

>>4207969
>>4208000

Sorry to spring this up but since you're going for leaving the town in disgusted. I'm going to need just one more d100 roll.

Rolled 56 (1d100)

>>4208193

Rolled 57 (1d100)

>>4208193

Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>4208193

Rolled 48 (1d100)

>>4208193

>>4207969
>>4208193

>69

Plug & Play, the all in one transformation quirk. In simple terms, it allows you the ability to integrate things both organic and inorganic at an atomic level. Originally limited to triggering the fusion to only your body for the meeting point, it has since been refined and improved to the pinnacle of nigh-perfection. Through extreme training, it was reforged to allow a wide array of different applications including imprinting the characteristics and attributes of one or more targets into one newly crafted creation. Effectively turning the whole into something greater than the sum of its parts. With such a quirk by your side, it was easy fooling countless pursuers of the true nature of your quirk as you adapted to any situation accordingly.

However, this was the first time in a long time since you were pushed to this extent. If you weren’t careful you’d end up undoing the transformation and forcibly expel your treasure into the outside world. Therefore, you were careful in how you manage your remaining stamina since, in addition, this special quirk is also an accumulation-type. Without the necessary fuel, Plug & Play will become dormant and be inaccessible. At least, not without putting yourself into dire risks by burning your very life in the process. Reckless as you are, you weren’t a muscle-brain juggernaut who’d make such mistakes. Had you been chances are you would’ve been caught long ago. A quirk is only as good as the mind wielding it. And you were quite the crafty vixen.

In any case, you pull yourself through the alleyway and down the narrowing pathways. Restricting your quirk usage to the bare minimum as you rely on acrobatics and parkour to get through each and every obstacle. Putting yourself as far away from Gang Orca took more effort than you would’ve liked. A truly ruthless person would’ve killed him on the spot or fully integrate the unconscious pro hero into their body as a casualty at worst and prisoner at best. For as much as a cool hardass you made yourself out to be, you weren’t a killer. There was enough PTSD in your mind to fill a swimming pool, you didn’t need adding murder to that list.

Navigating through your surroundings eventually leads you into a beehive. Hosu City, one of the many places in japan that house the world’s largest hornets. Considering how dangerous they are to non-allergic people most would generally stay away from them. Not you as you purposely stick your hand into the hive, already using your quirk to nab yourself the queen bee. Merging with the specimen in hand, your body begins to change rapidly. Two large bee wings attached by comb-like teeth called the hamuli sprouts out from your back. Followed by two long antennas around your head, a bulbous stinger from your backside, and lastly an extra pair of arms. All of which drove you up the wall as you clench your teeth enduring the pain.

>>4208280

“Fuck! I always hate this part. Feels like I got hit with growing pains mixed with charley horse cranked up to eleven!” You whine, finishing up the transformation and absorbing the rest of the bees to subtract the amount of additional stamina it takes fully growing the characteristics of the intended target onto your selected medium. It took less with you than it did with others but it was still a noteworthy drain depending on the mass you’re working with, especially for true fusion. Letting out an annoyed sigh, you place your second set of muscular arms against your hips. “That’s just what I had come to me for acting like a dumbass back there. Pushing myself like that is going to make me sore in the morning..”

Turning your attention back at the full moon, a smile of reassurance crosses your face as you have your original arms folding themselves back on your head. “Oh well, if I can pull off disguising myself as a mutant-type to this extent to fool just about anyone then having to deal with a little pain during full integration is a fair trade-off. I really am lucky to be blessed with such a good, multi-purpose quirk. Or perhaps it’s because it’s my quirk that it turned out that after all that intense training.”You bragged, giving a shit-eating grin in between walking down back into the street.

“Well whatever, doesn’t matter either way. I have more pressing matters to deal with anyway.” Stopping in mid-walk, you turn your eyes to the mirror to look at your statuesque appearance. Already bolstering a robust body prior, your added transformation and mass put you around an absurdly shredded Brickhouse. Hindsight you were glad you didn’t put serious thought into your getup and went for something stretchy. Still, you stared yourself with an annoyed pout, undoing your twintails. “...Though clothes shopping is going to be a real chore with a body like this.”

In your search, you manage to find a clothing shop not too far from the beehive. Luckily there wasn’t anyone around, making breaking in through housebreaking a cinch. Taking your sweet time inside you started picking yourself out multiple choices of clothing. Nearly going as far to poses in the mirror as surprisingly enough they have abnormal clothing for multi-armed giants like yourself. Perhaps part of it was due to your high from your victory but you went all-in picking out a wide wardrobe for your appearance. Storing what you found fitting to keep, you made sure to leave no tracks or credible evidence of your deeds.

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>>4208281

Once that cleared you stepped out of the shop wearing a black and gold military gothic lolita dress, matching black spats, stockings, buckle shoes and shades. Long wavy black haired reaching down to your stinger, you were ready to invoke “hiding in plain sight” as you intermingle with the crowd. What came next was what any fifteen-year girl with tons of money to spend would do. Partying. of course, that happened after you took the extensive activity of raiding your hideout, taking all your valuables and leaving the place empty before riding off into an express bus from Hosu to Musutafu. Having to smuggle all your goods and maintain your disguise left you taking a well-needed power nap.

Taking about a good six to eight hours to reach your destination, you step out of the bus feeling fully restored. Now in the city of Musutafu you took it upon yourself to find yourself a new base of operation. A process that didn’t take as long as you thought as you found a nice, cozy abandon building to call home. Once you got through inspection and found a secure place, you finally decide to shed some weight. Emptying your two years’ worth of stolen treasure manages to make you feel a long sigh of relief. Storage took one slot as to how many things you can fuse together, but aside from that, you were a walking hammerspace when in usage.

Now feeling free as a bird, you collapse happily on the floor next door. Now what?

>Go out and have that party you promised yourself you do.
>Spend your time making your new home sweet home an actual credible base
>Explore the city while thinking about how to improve yourself
>Pamper yourself by booking a trip to a spa
>Other

>>4208283
>>Go out and have that party you promised yourself you do.

>>4208283
>Go buy a get-well-soon gift basket and arrange for it to be delivered to Gang Orca. He was your best fight in years, after all - might as well thank him for it.

>>4208283
>Go out and have that party you promised yourself you do.

Also a bit of >>4208334
Maybe throw in a get well card, too.

>>4208283
>Spend your time making your new home sweet home an actual credible base
And also this >>4208334

>>4208283

>Spend your time making your home sweet home an actual credible base.

Work first then we party. Also I blame >>4208231
>>4204162 for us becoming a thicc bricc queen bee. Does that mean we inherited Grandma Nana's bod and buoyancy aka Float Ofa edition ?

>>4208334

I'll agree to this but only if we sent it anonymously. Leaving town will be pointless if they can track it back to us.

>>4208421
Anonymously would be the intent, yeah
Could even grab a fish to assimilate and pretend to be a family member ordering it at the shop

>>4208443

Yeah that would be much better. It's funny how easy our quirk is for espionage and deception.

>>4208330
>>4208334
>>4208342
>>4208400
>>4208421

A tiebreaker would've been nice but it seems like amalgamation is the name of the game here.

>>4209334
You could always roll for an outcome if we're stuck on a tie for too long.

>>4208421
>>4209334
How long has it been since we've gone back to our default 'original' form?

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>>4209406

I'd say that it was nearly two days tops. Given your training, you can maintain your assimilation indefinitely when it's yourself. But too much stress/wear down could force you out of it if you're not careful. Combing things like weld is temporary as they don't last more than a day max. You're not in any danger of permanently damaging your DNA as the regenerative healing factor is precisely for that scenario.

>>4208421

There are some similarities in quirk function given your mutation but yes it's safe to say your grandma has rubbed off on you in some way even due to having OFA during childbirth. But that's only one potential element to why you have so much excess energy and why your quirk is accumulation type. Obviously you don't have OFA.

The build is more or less the same.

>>4209429

Also just for the record. quite possibly due to the AFO Quirk Factor influencing your own when you assimilate something you get that attributes. Hence why you can become a faux mutant type with that specific creature type, not like true mutants who get all forms of that species or some greater effect. As for quirks, you need a substantial amount of their mass, like an arm at least. Even then the quirk is only as strong as the number of proportions you have or additional stamina you wanna burn through.

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>>4209334

Looking around your surroundings left you feeling rather appalled. Sure the building around you was serviceable and secluded enough to work as a base. But it really did look nothing short of a rundown dump than a studio building. Liquidating your last base of operation more than made up the cost to own this area, including fixing it up. The actual problem is doing the fixing. Hiring people to do it for you would be too much of a problem and potentially alert them of your crime streak. But doing the handiwork yourself was equally troublesome, even with two extra arms.

Letting out a long exaggerated sigh you rolled around the floor in a miniature tantrum, pouting at all the extra work you have to do. A girl just wants to celebrate her victory and party. At the end of your tantrum, you pulled yourself up and smack your butt as a way to tell yourself to toughen up and get to work. And work you did as you start gathering the necessary equipment and accessories needed for your dream pad yet again. Of course, you didn’t have to shop far for and most of the stuff you need you secured from your last home in addition to your vast treasures. Still, there was a fair amount you did have to round up again.

Using countless video instructions on the web and your own quirk you start refurbishing your base. Having four strapping arms and large wings certainly made the heavy lifting simple yet good practice for strength building. After facing Gang Orca you knew that you need some further muscle power if you wanted to break through such troublesome tanks without having to resort t cheap tricks. Putting your lingering thoughts aside you ultimately manage to do what would normally take a month in just a few days. Having done this multiple times made you basically a veteran despite being so young. What you lack in book smarts you more than made up with street smarts.

In between making your secret hideout your dream pad, you took the time off your schedule to pick up some additional stuff. Basically a get well package for Gang Orca. Given that he gave you the best fight you had in a very long time and your general nature you felt like you owed it to him to give him an apology. Even if he killed your buzz by pointing out what you been blocking out with your thrill-seeking, battle busting fun. Of course, you did send the gift anonymously, posing as a fish mutant with one of your free slots to further avoid suspicion.

>>4209607

Back at the present, you step out of your pad wearing laid-back casual clothing. Now looking at your home sweet home, you felt deeply accomplished as the last hurdle was finally behind you. With a gleeful smile, you rose all four arms in the air at your planned activity. Today you were going to celebrate your heist, defeating the 7th pro hero, and making a new base of operation. You more than earned it as you planned on celebrating big. As you walked down the streets, your eyes turn attention to the playground. There was a green-haired boy standing with fisticuffs, protecting an injured kid from a group of kids.

>Walk right in and intervene as you come to the children’s rescue
>Watch quietly and see what happens
>Shrug it off and go back to your party plans
>Other

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>>4209612

What I originally had for the base but it didn't seem right. I'm still looking but I'm willing to take assistance in finding your dream home.

>>4209612
>>Watch quietly and see what happens

>>4209612
>Walk right in and intervene as you come to the children’s rescue

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>>4209614
All I got so far.

>>4209612
>>Watch quietly and see what happens

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>>4209612
>Watch quietly and see what happens

>>4209612
>Watch quietly and see what happens

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>>4209630
>>4209646
>>4209654
>>4209747

In reality, there was no point in intervening such trivial manners. After all, children fight all the time, especially rambunctious kids. No matter how frivolous the reason, if it was enough for them then that was worth fighting over. In this case, you could see that it was the stereotypical ganging upon the weak scenario. The scrawny green-haired shrimp was playing the role of the defender, the hero coming to the rescue of the crying magenta haired boy. Seeing him hold his arm gave you enough information to put together that he was previously beaten up and in pain.

Compared to you who had to survive in the wilderness getting a little scrape here and there was laughably pathetic. Instead of scoffing the weakling, you turn your eyes to the opposing force. Standing in the middle was a platinum blond boy with spiky hair giving a rather intimidating if not borderline psychotic smile. To his right is a lanky brunette with a backward purple baseball cap giving a laid back yet bored stare. Towards his left was a burly chubby bald kid with a slanted fox-like expression. Each one of them alone looks like they could break the beansprout easily.

Curious you placed your lower arms into your skirt pockets, folding your original arms underneath your chest and commit to watching quietly. Far enough to still be within ear distance you hear the green-haired one questioning the boss, going as far as to refer to the spikey boy as Kacchan. A cute yet silly name but you weren’t judging since you didn’t have one. Either way, the timid green-haired body shakingly asks why they were doing this. Followed by taking fighting stance abet fragile and clumsy as he was willing to interfere and put an end to it.

To you, the kid was brave, stupid but admirably brave. Unfortunately, his declaration only causes him to meet with an untimely butt-kicking by the three boys. Each one of them quickly went to use their quirks as the fat kid sprouted bat-like wings, the baseball cap boy enlarging his hand and elongating his fingers, and the leader Kacchan sprouted explosives in his hands. In one fell swoop, you bare witness to slaughter as the reckless hero was brought down by a barrage of attacks from the three bullies.

>>4209797

Unsurprisingly the green-haired boy was soundly trounced with no effort. Even if they didn’t use quirks it was obvious that the shrimp was at a big disadvantage. To make it worse was the fact the spikey Kacchan didn’t need any help as he was quite strong for a kid. He looks like the type to be able to bring down children much older than himself. His two lackeys, however, was decently strong and probably would’ve still won if they fought him one on one. If nothing else, it was decent to watch. That green one, in particular, could really take a thrashing as he refused to give up no matter how hard or frequently the bullies attacked.

What ended up perked your ears were hearing the leader mentioned that the green-haired boy, Deku was it? Yes, that boy lying defeated on the ground, apparently he didn’t have a quirk. A rare sight for about eighty percent of the world’s populous all having quirks. And the ones that didn’t were usually from a much, much older generation. Keeping your eyes pinned to the scenery it looks like the bullies were about to leave.

>Confront the bullies and call them out for being weak for needing to stack the odds in their favor
>Focus your attention on patching up the crying kid while lecturing Deku
>Walk over to Deku and ask him why he took on a fight he knew he couldn’t win
>Ignore them and walk off to your endeavors
>Other

>>4209799
>Walk over to Deku and ask him why he took on a fight he knew he couldn’t win

>>4209799
>Walk over to Deku and ask him why he took on a fight he knew he couldn’t win

>>4209799
>Confront the bullies and call them out for being weak for needing to stack the odds in their favor
Git gud, scrub-ass bitches

>>4209799

>Walk over to Deku; ask him why he fought a fight he couldn’t win

>>4209811
>>4209833
>>4209892

Choosing to not follow after the bullies you turn your attention towards the one called Deku. He was lying on the ground empty. Seeing stars was an understatement as he must be seeing the whole milky way after a beatdown like that. Currently battered and bruised for children’s standards, Deku remains still and unmoving. Meanwhile, the other boy felt immense guilt for having put the burden onto his would-be savior, but he was still a child. Children can be surprisingly straightforward and self-centered. If it was a pride thing you wouldn’t have batted an eye and walked away. Yet something about it felt familiar to you.

“You know you’re really dumb aren’t you?” You bluntly reply in curt fashion. Walking over to the two children, you kept your eyes glue onto Deku as you kneel to meet him face to face. “So tell me why exactly were you think it was a good idea taking on three kids like that? Do you think of yourself as some sort of superhero?”

“..Who are you?” Deku weakly mutters. Still showing signs of having the wind knocked out of him as he tilts his head towards you.

“Don’t change the subject. Answer my question. You didn't have any hope of winning. Why bother putting yourself in harm's risk like that?”

“I don’t know. He just looks like he was in trouble and my legs moved before I could think. I’m sorry” “..Kacchan has been acting especially mean as of late since he got his quirk. I don’t know why he would do these things. He got such an amazing quirk and he wants to be a hero. Just like the greatest hero who inspired me, All Might…. It’s all so confusing. ”

It was at that point your eyes intuitively widen at hearing the child’s explanation. Some reason it was resonating with you far more than it should. So much in fact your assimilation was coming undone from the sudden wave of emotions. Instinctively it was sinking back into your body, returning to the storage zone. While this was happening your mind was fluttering back. Back to a point in time that was long since forgotten. The entire world around you began going pitch black as it all happens within an instant.

>>4209944

(Deku was smiling at you despite crying as he tries to defend Bakugo. My bad)

In the depths of your mind, your subconsciousness starts to play a scene. A scene of a little girl with twintails currently huddled in a corner in a protective hedgehog pose. The surrounding area was a large office surrounded by books and other business-like tools. Including a large computer desk and computer. The black-haired girl held back her tears, clenching her arms against her legs, showing a mixture of defensiveness and stubbornness. Standing in front of her was a tall businessman with slick black hair and red eyes. Unlike the girl, he had a stern, grumpy look on his face.

“I’m going to ask you again and I want you to tell me the truth. I already know that you went inside my office. A smart, crafty little child-like yourself would break in without leaving a trace. And would be intuitive enough to use her ingenuity to put my security system back the way I had it. Honestly, I’m not mad at you, you’re getting better at using your quirk. I’m only disappointed at you wasting time like this and not applying yourself to better things.” The businessman spoke, keeping his voice calm despite having signs of being upset with his daughter.

“Did you show him the picture?” As he asks this the huddling girl merely turns her head, puffing her cheeks and stubbornly refusing to talk. In her hand was a picture, a picture that she kept deep into her chest and refused to let go. On her face was slap marks, implying she was represented rather hard during the entire time.

“Why are you being difficult… Can’t you see I’m doing this for both of your good? There’s no value nor good in trying to become a hero.”The father explains, trying to reason with his daughter even after having to punish her. He adverts his eyes from her bratty attitude and letting out a disapproving sigh. “Your brother hasn’t awakened his quirk after all this time. It’s easier to label him as quirkless than fuel his foolish notion of grander. Not only that you’re different. You have a quirk better-suited helping society from the sidelines. Your innate ability to coordinate and work with others makes you a fine successor to my business. You can do far more good following the path of a businessman or a doctor. Or even a politician.”

Turning back to look at you, he begins to walk towards you. “Don’t squander your potential and lead your brother astray by supporting his foolish dream. You’re better than that.

>Reject your father's words and reaffirm your conviction
>Give up the resistance and do what your father ask
>Keep quiet and refuse to let go of the picture
>Other

>>4209948
>Keep quiet and refuse to let go of the picture

>>4209948

>Reject your father's words and reaffirm your conviction.
>Still keep holding the photo and never let go

>>4209974
supporting

>>4209948
>Keep quiet and refuse to let go of the picture

>>4209948
Supporting >>4209974

>>4209958
>>4209974
>>4209978
>>4209985
>>4210018

Gritting your teeth and narrowing your brow you adamantly held your ground. “Daddy...Shut up.”

“Excuse me?” The father asks. His tone of voice slightly dropping as he wasn’t pleased with his daughter’s attitude.

“I said shut up. Who are you decide what has value and what doesn’t? What gives you the right to treat us like this and force us to follow your beliefs? You grown-ups always make the rules but never once try to listen to us from our standpoint. It’s not fair! I don’t understand any of this! Aren’t we suppose to be a family? Aren’t families suppose to support and encourage you in whatever you choose? If so then why, why od you keep being abrasive to our dream? Why do you keep things from us? Why don’t you want us to be just like grandma?! ” You said, reaching the point of tears as you rant at your dad. All of this seems completely unfair to you as you just wanted to be a happy family. To be just like your grandma and work together with your brother to make the dream of becoming heroes a reality. Was that really so wrong?

“Why can’t you understand?! She’s not your grandmother! She abandoned her family, her responsibility to play hero! And for what? She died saving no one! The villain that killed her is still out there causing trouble! Is that what you want?! Is that really what a hero means?! To selfishly trouble those around you, acting solely on your own interests while dodging responsibility! What good of distancing yourself from them for the greater good if you end up bringing them sorrow anyway?! That’s just self-centered sentimentalism! ” The father yells violently as he tries to force you to see his viewpoint. That very same view that he instructed into you. That heroes are people who hurt their families and those around them for the sake of helping others. A viewpoint that you couldn’t understand. And now you never wanted to.

Holding back your tears you turn your head to him, staring coldly at him with determination. “..If that’s what hero means to you...then aren’t you one daddy? “ You bluntly asks in defiance.

Realizing just what you were implying sent the businessman into a fit of rage. Deep down he knew that you were right. He was doing the same thing that he claimed his mother did to him. However, what into his mind was not the mental clarity to see to reason and make a change for the better. Instead, it was the growing resentment festering inside turning into pure rage. Blood vessels start to form around his hands, his anger no longer able to be contained. Right now he gave you the same, spiteful and abrasive look that he gave to your brother for the first time.

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>>4210021

Without saying another word he swings his palm sharply against your face. Hitting you with great force as your body flinches into shock The singing feeling of your redden cheeks far exceeded the previous sunburn-like sensation you quietly endured. Loosening your arms for just a moment, you nearly gave way to reveal the picture of your grandma hugging her son. Seeing the picture only further his rage as he goes to reach for it. Drifting out from your pain, you narrow your eyes into a glare.

Out of pure spite, you brush your knee against his hand, blocking him from the picture while pushing straight towards your mouth. Soon resuming curling into a ball you stubbornly refuse to let your father get the picture. Even with him pulling at your arms to reach for that picture you not once let yourself give into him. Sooner or later your arms would eventually lose against the tug of war game with your father. As a last-ditch effort, you shoved the picture into your mouth and swallowed it, using your quirk to store it into your body.

What came next you couldn’t remember. The only thing that was present was a sharp pain and constant stinging all over your body. Broken down into tears you ended up calling out to your brother, reaffirming his suspicion. An action that you would ultimately come to regret, but then again who could really blame you. Awakening back to the present you would see the unkempt green hair blurring your sight. It was just you and him now as the other kid ran off to get treated by his parents.

“Hey, miss are you alright?” The boy frantically asked, seriously concerned with your worrisome complexion. Instead of your hornet guise, you were back in your default, original form. Lying against your lap was a single photo. The very same photo that you kept inside all this time.

>Take the photo and run away into a secluded place
>Try to calm yourself and to reassure the boy you’re alright
>Breakdown into crying as you hug yourself to fight against your PTSD
>Other

>>4210022

>15% of your memories unlocked
>Quirk improved
>Slot limit now 5 instead of 4

>>4210022
>>Try to calm yourself and to reassure the boy you’re alright

>>4210022
>Try to calm yourself and to reassure the boy you’re alright
"It's nothing, you just made me remember someone I knew"

>>4210022
>Try to calm yourself and to reassure the boy you’re alright

>>4210029
>>4210031
>>4210037

Snapping yourself out of your panic attack you reel back, holding the urge to strike out of you combat honed instincts. Your left hand clutching your chest, feeling your heart racing as you make heavy labored breathes. Skin breaking out into a cold sweat your body was trembling. Clearly showing signs of post-traumatic stress disorder you quickly get ahold of yourself before things get worse. Through picturing back the quiet serenity of the forest your body gradually adjusts itself back into a calming, normal state.

Brushing your face to get out any unwanted years in your eyes. You soon turn to face the worried child, forming a soft smile on your face. "It's nothing, you just made me remember someone I knew."

“I see. Was it someone important?” Deku asks.

Thinking real closely about the lingering feelings you have of the man left you feeling ill. From your flashback alone you didn’t feel any strong feelings for him. In fact, it would be more accurate to say that you downright hate him. Though knowing that your father was a wealthy businessman certainly put things into perspective. Perhaps you stealing from crooked businessmen and aristocrats was a deep-seated jab at your father. The man who rather hurt his own family by keeping them in a cage than letting them choose their path.

“...Yes, he was. But that’s not anything you need to worry about.” You reassure Deku, placing your left hand against his messy green hair. Giving it a little shake as you pat him.

Smiling from your warmth, Deku turns towards the picture as he reaches forward to grab it and hand it to you. “You know this woman in the picture reminds me of my mom. You kinda look like her now that I think about it. Was she a hero? Are you a hero too? What’s your quirk? Is it something to do with how you had four arms and bee-like traits?” Deku eagerly asks, nearly going full hyperactive giddying and jittering as you come to realize that this quirkless kid was a serious fanboy.

>Write-in

>>4210066

>Tell him the truth but hold back your phantom thief activities. Promise him if he can keep your secret you'll be willing to help him become stronger.

This is our chance to improve the quirkless fanboy and actually motivate him to more proactive in his heroics than wait till All might comes into his life. Also I want to make Bakugo seethe immensely from our efforts.

>>4210066
>"She's my grandmother, and she was...the greatest hero, in my opinion. I'm no hero, but maybe I could be eventually - anything can happen. As for my quirk...it's a secret for now! Maybe you'll hear about it on the news someday."

>>4210066
"Yes she was a hero and no i am not a hero myself, well... Not yet anyway. And For My Quirk? It's really amazing! But you Have to wait for another Time to know More! Also thank you kid, you helped me remember something important, take care of yourself and don't give up, you may become a hero someday"

I don't want to really try to become dekus Mentor or try to become close to him just yet. Just give him some words of encouragement and move on.

>>4210180
+1

>>4210112
>>4210180
>>4210503

Shrugging off his eccentrics, you set Deku down and place your hand on his shoulder. Taking the picture gently from his hand as you look at it fondly. “She's my grandmother, and she was...the greatest hero, in my opinion. “

“Did she saved people with a smile?” Deku asks, pulling himself back as you put the picture back into your hoodie’s inner pocket.

“Yeah, all the time! She had the biggest of smiles, no doubt about it.” You smile sincerely. You weren’t sure why you said something like that when you never even met her personally. But some part of you felt strongly confident that you weren’t lying. That she really was the greatest hero and one who was always smiling.

Emerald eyes glittering with a shimmering light that nearly made you wince back from such innocence, Deku starts hopping back and forth like an energetic rabbit. “Then she’s just like All Might. He’s always saying that those who smile are generally the strongest. “

“It might’ve been that I don’t have a quirk, but I’m always made fun of…especially when I tell people I want to be a hero. Maybe that’s why….I don’t know…why I act without thinking. But deep down, I think saving people is super cool. Saving people with a fearless smile, no matter how bad things get, it’s that reassurance knowing that they can do anything, even the impossible is why I admire heroes like that the most. Especially All Might, the coolest hero in the universe. “ Deku mutters, his energetics slowly going down. It was written all over his face just how much he was bullied and ridiculed over by such wishy-washy dreams. It was hard not making comparison back to your flashback as you feel like your younger brother may have been exactly like this quirkless boy here.

Unwilling to lie to the boy, you place your hand back on his shoulders for comfort. “To be truthful, I'm no hero myself, well... Not yet anyway. But maybe someday I could be eventually - anything can happen.” You muse, turning your head back for a bit before looking at Deku. Raising your index finger in a shushing gesture. “Now for my quirk, well it’s a secret at the moment. Maybe you'll hear about it on the news someday."
“Aww, man! It looks so cool though. You gotta tell me” Deku frowns.

“Yeah! It’s really amazing! And I’m really sorry I can’t tell you right now but you’re going to have to trust me on this and wait for another time for the explanation. “ You say, letting the boy down but cheering him up at his disappointed frown.

>>4210654

“Okay..” Deku mutters as he nods.

“But I will tell you this. Don’t cut yourself short. The fact you had to fight three kids simultaneously shows that you have potential. But try to be a little smarter about your plan of action. There’s no point in playing the hero if you’re not strong enough to change the outcome and keep those you’re protecting from worrying about you.” You lecture Deku, causing him to awkwardly laugh as he couldn’t argue about that. He didn’t regret his action but it was clear to him that he could’ve done things far better than what actually happened.

Tilting your head to where you last saw the boss of the trio of kids, you gave a serious stare as you reflect from personal experience. “That spikey blond kid, in particular, he’s clearly afraid of you. I could tell that he’s holding resentment towards you. Kids like that who believe they’re the best always hype themselves up. They can’t let themselves believe anything else otherwise they’ll fall apart to the pressure and expectation such a mindset puts on them. I’m not a psychologist so this is just my theory, but I think the reason why that boy is so abrasive and distant is that he scared of realizing he’s not as invincible as he thinks he is. That just maybe, he’s no different than you. And that infuriates him.”

“...That doesn’t sound like Kacchan. Why would he have any reason to think that? He’s special and can do anything he sets his mind to, meanwhile, I can’t do anything. Even the name Deku is a reflection of that…” Deku mutters, hesitant to think that the second person he admired most could be like that. That deep down he was human and carried his own burdens and insecurities. But the facade was certainly cracking as your words made him start to question his viewpoints.

“You can take my word with a grain of salt if you want. Just know that you’re not worthless or that becoming a hero is impossible for you. If you want to be just like those heroes you admire, then work hard, face adversities with a smile and move forward. Think about all the things you can do, improve on what you can’t, and branch out for new possibilities. The more doors you have, the better you’ll become at reaching your goals.” After saying that you rise back to your feet, putting your hands in your pocket as you slowly walk back to the street.

Stopping at the edge of the playground, you turn your head back to Deku. Giving him an earnest smile, grateful for the little shrimp for reminding you of something essential. “Also, thank you kid, you helped me remember something important, so take care of yourself and don't give up, you may become a hero someday," You said, turning back to the street and walking away. “Who knows, if you really take my advice to heart and train hard, the next time I’ll see you, I’ll tell you everything about my quirk.”

>>4210656

As you walked away you could hear him thanking you as he falls to his knees crying. There was no doubt that he needed to hear those words and jumpstart his life around. Again you weren’t sure why but you felt at ease talking to the boy and encouraging him to follow his dreams. Had things been different, you may have very well gone to the top school in the country, U. A High and began your next step to becoming a hero, just like your grandma. Parts of your memory have returned but there was a murky fog obscuring the majority of your past. There were a lot of things to consider as to what you need to do.

For now, anyway, you put that all aside and focused on the here and now. And right now you were off celebrating. Enlightenment can take a backseat for one day.


>Go out during night time and patrol the city for your next big heist as Kemononoō after partying
>Turn in early to get a full night sleep after your fun before heading to a gym for weight training the next day
>Live to the fullest and party all the way to the crack of dawn
>Stay simple and treat yourself out to a nice meal and reflect upon your next move
>Write-in

>>4210663
>Stay simple and treat yourself out to a nice meal and reflect upon your next move

>>4210663
>>Stay simple and treat yourself out to a nice meal and reflect upon your next move

>>4210663
>Stay simple and treat yourself out to a nice meal and reflect upon your next move

>>4210687
>>4210861
>>4210928

Leaving the playground and traveling down south leads you into reaching Tatoooin Shopping District. Just as you hoped for it was an expansive array of different shops and restaurants for all sizes. Most with your kind of dough would go full-on shopping spree and spend until you drop. Not you. Living a life in the wilderness made you adopt a hermit lifestyle. At any point, your world could change and force you to change habitats. So in addition to being a hermit, you were also a nomadic person. Aside from a few essentials or work stuff, worldly possessions held no power over you.

Keeping things simple and straightforward has always been your path. All the cash you obtain went into private banks with the proper channels in order. Aside from that you usually carry just enough cash on you to get by. Painting you as some sort of sensible but still wealthy teenager from the upper class. And when it came to it, there was always your quirk adding some mass and resembling a full adult to pass through troublesome roadblocks. Doing things legitimately was not an option for an orphan on the streets. Much less the phantom thief Kemononoō. Even so, you did well to stay within boundaries to avoid attention.

Speaking of attention as you walk right into a nice restaurant you would see news feed covering over the incident in Hosu City. Already the news crew was trying to figure out what happened to Gang Orca. Although the police force has been covering up the feed, the internet was exploding with rumors about your exploits. In the two years doing this act you turned from small-time crook into a big shot. More impressive was the design they came up for you since you were good at hiding your identity even on the job. Therefore they painted you as some faceless brute in a stylish flamboyant fur trim suit while being androgynous for obvious reason.

Of course, your mind wonders if you hit Orca hard enough to forget your image or if the marketing was going to have a field day discovering how off they are once the truth comes into light. Putting a pin on that you turn back to your celebration and got yourself a giant hot pot known as the Nabemono. In this case, it was a meat version of the Chankonabe with some yakiniku for great barbecue dining. Sushi was an option but you felt guilty eating fish as a celebratory dish over defeating Gang Orca and your successful heist. Besides, eating a high-rich diet of meat certainly was a key component to your strength.

>>4211025

Digging into your meal once the necessary equipment was brought to you and cooking it was done, you allowed yourself to savor every moment. In your euphoric joy, your mind wanders back to the memory still lingering in your mind. Having signs of your childhood certainly paint a conflicting contrast on the canvas that is your life. On one hand, your heists have been essentially a deep-seated venting over your old man among other psychological issues plaguing your mind. Yet at the same time, there was a distinct yearning from your inner child to follow your grandmother’s footsteps and become a hero.

Until this morning you didn’t have any indication of being a hero, much less one of those half-assed chumps. What was going in your head was looking for things to do for kicks. And your phantom thieving lifestyle certainly provided an outlet for that and proving your strength. A test to yourself that whoever was out there that nabbed you that you weren’t the scared little girl anymore. So why did it feel like you let yourself astray? You didn’t owe it to your grandma or anyone, including your kid self to actually follow suit and take the path of a hero. And even if you did feel remorseful of your actions, it wasn’t going to reprieve you of your actions.

At the likely choice of turning yourself in, you assume you are sent to juvie as an underage felon or serving five to twelve years in a high stakes prison. Maybe even more. The ones you stole from were bad people, you made sure of that. But the law wouldn’t see your robin hooding ways being noble, no matter how you used the stolen possessions. Still, there were Gang Orca’s words lingering in your heart followed by listening to Deku’s breakdown of why he wants to be a hero. To say that you were feeling agitated was an understatement. Pulling out the picture from your pocket, you stare deeply at your grandma with melancholy eyes.

“If you were here in my position...what would you do?” You mutter softly.

>Bite the bullet and go to the police administration
>Continue being a phantom thief but instead focus on a new goal (write-in)
>Retire from phantom thieving and stay low
>Think about taking underground quirk fighting for the time being
>Trust your intuition and head to Might Tower
>Write-in

>>4211026
>Think about taking underground quirk fighting for the time being
Let's stop the heists and try testing our might against quircked individuals

>>4211026
>Think about taking underground quirk fighting for the time being

>>4211026
>Think about taking underground quirk fighting for the time being

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>>4211026
>>Think about taking underground quirk fighting for the time being
i want to see the absolute limits of our ability to distort our body just due to how useful it will be for disguising and allow for us to enter fights without anyone ever recognizing us in different forms like using a combo of several insects going full integration and we can switch it up and enter as a new thing if the combo does not work

How about this for our Super Name: Amalgam?

>>4211137
lets not reveal our powers so causally and get all for one or those researches on our head but we could pretend our power work by us consuming animals and having 4 slots for animal traits and we could call our faking of a quirk Chimera

>>4211149
>>4211129
Good point, maybe we could pose as two different fighters that coincidentally never actually meet each other in a match?

One persona could have insectoid traits, while the other could have aquatic traits as an example.

>>4211026
>Trust your intuition and head to Might Tower

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>>4211176
>nice

>>4211176
i had a confusing thought if we can expand to grow like that and then shrink to standard size does this mean we can shrink and grow mass infinitely by shrinking by shifting away mass and decide to grow thus making more mass i wonder if we can try to constantly take away a layer from us to store away for later that can be used in quick bursts for extra healing? and also how small can we get could we not survive in extremely small sizes due to our body bieng like 4d we could possibly shrink to such a size our actual brain should not fit inside and could we store away neurons on the edge letting them regenerate and then putting them back to make ourself have a bigger memory?

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>>4211268
>>4211176
I was thinking that we should consume a shark to become a shark girl.

>>4211286
Tone it down a bit dude.

>>4211323
sorry i am tired and it feels like my brain is overheating

>>4211286
Your autism is not strong enough. Have you ever heard of the Mantis shrimp?
https://youtu.be/F5FEj9U-CJM
By augmenting our human physique with mantis shrimp abilities, we can see in almost every single spectrum of light, giving us flawless septocular night vision, armored chitin and a punch to rival All Might. The mantis shrimp is the objectively most overpowered animal, we can see with triple the precision of an average human in enough spectrums of light to observe the subtle electromagnetic emissions of nerves firing through a target's clothes. Not that it would matter since we can do spam punches as strong as Carolina smash at will with only a second or two of cooldown between strikes. Fun fact, mantis shrimp is often consumed in restaurants all across japan. We are only one Red Lobster visit away from godhood.

>>4211459
I see we're breaking the quest already.

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>>4211459
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1wBYPjkGRdo
>this b** not knowing of pistol shrimps who shoots a bubble that is as hot as the sun and creates light
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anyways i support this plan

>>4211137
>>4211149

We could have a bunch of different Aliases depending on the powerset we wanna use.

>>4211042
>>4211059
>>4211110
>>4211129

Since we're going Rappa's fight Club style I'll ask this. How do you prepare? Do you go at it raw, try to fill your slots with what you can find, etc.

>>4211922
Let's go find some things to fill our slots. What I'm thinking for our slots:

1. Circuitry/Electronics for Machine, or Electricity Powers
2. Insects for flight, multiple arms, venom, etc.
3. Maybe a Shark because Shark Girl
4. Rubber for defense and offense
5. And an Empty slot just in case

I'm open for more suggestions.

>>4211940
Let's go with Circuitry/Electronics.

>>4211940
this is fine

>>4211940

Any types of chemicals we can fill our slots with?
>more insects and venom

doubt electricity would do us any good against power types.

>>4211940

Has my approval. But if we're going insects then let's stick to old fateful and go Japanese giant hornet. Covers all of bases and is toxic enough to be dangerous to non-allergic people.

If not that but Praying Mantis or Herculean Beetle is good too

>>4211962

Well, if the size of that hornet were multiplied several dozen fold, how toxic would it be then?