Recap
~"START!"
Everyone froze.
Pretty Person -Mina would get their name, and hopefully pronouns after the exam- looked her directly in the eyes, grinned wildly in a stark contrast to their earlier appearance, arched a brow, and spoke a single word,
"Run."
They ran.~
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Avery
With Avery at the lead, the trio raced into the faux-city, leaving the rest of the stunned examinees frozen as some cried out in indignation. The alien girl and the redhead paused for a split second once they had all made it to the general center of the grounds- robots surrounding them. Avery, who had earlier intended to simply leave them and escape to a more secluded area using back alleys where he could fight with relative abandon -relative, because he knew that even in alleys, he would be screened from all angles by the abundance of security cameras, courtesy of the Chimera- caught the beginnings of the redhead's quirk.
His skin turned rough and rigid like the face of a boulder untouched by human tools. What the fuck. If this man ever decided that being a hero wasn't quite the right path, or simply wanted to have some fun, Avery could make a lot of money by sponsoring him for the ring. His quirk was the perfect thing for underground employment- making it so that fighting styles and attacks that have earned skilled fighters through the ages the generalized title of 'Suicide Soldiers' would be a fucking breeze. If the redhead ever needed quick cash, Avery had a job for him.
Honestly though, even with the shark-toothed grin and vibrant hair styled into impossible spikes, he doubted that the man would easily involve himself with the dredges of society so willingly.
A quick up-down observation of the girl proving that she as well could become a force of nature, prompted the impulsive decision on the blonde's part.
Pivoting to face them both, Avery let his body shift into the more relaxed state of someone ready to win- his lips curving into a crimson arc.
"Tell me your Quirks- sentence summary, not names, and specialty position in a fight."
As hero students typically did, the two gave up such valuable information far too easily- naming everything useful to a perceived ally. That sort of thing would get them killed one day, a stray sentence spoken in public a little too loudly or privately to an unknown traitor, the possibilities were endless.
"My skin will toughen to the point of being bulletproof, but even without my quirk activated, I have enhanced durability- and I guess I would specialize in hand to hand combat?"
"My quirk secretes acid from my skin, though I'm still working on making it less corrosive. I'm confident in my ability to weaken or destroy things like the villain-bots! I can also move faster by making the bottom of my feet slippery- but that destroys my shoes. I'm pretty speedy and my reflexes are pretty good, so... maybe melee combat?"
Sharply nodding, the blonde pointed at the redhead,
"Shark Boy, you act as bait- I'm assuming with a quirk like that, that you have at least briefly trained your stamina, so run around for a bit and catch the bots' attention 'kay?"
Avery didn't wait for a response.
"Dancer,"
A pointed look was directed at the pink-skinned girl as her eyes widened in confusion at the name.
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Darling
FanfictionAvery has been called a lot of things, asshole, bitch, arrogant bitch, whore, bastard, villain, and more. One thing he has never been labeled, is Hero. However, the thing is though, that villains and bitches don't get a quirk license, or a salary, o...
