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Shining Light: A Time of Heroes Thread 3: Never Sleeps Edition !Ren/VL7f/QCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41563187[View All]

#Ask/Invite #Canon: Lost Light Universe #Era: Shining Light #Superheroes #IC

>A world never sleeps. There is always something in motion. And while one person rests, another person will be going through events that will change the very fabric of their being. So, no matter the time, a world never sleeps.

>In fact, when it's night, the world usually has the stories that are the most interesting. The moonlit confrontations next to towering buildings. Feelings pouring out under a torrent of rain by the light of streetlamps. Something as simple as a bare knuckle brawl on a prairie next to a river. There's a magic to night that can make anything seem poetic, and wonderful.

>Whether the roaring torrent of feelings was the last desperate attempt to convince somebody that they were meant to be together, or an amorous young adult in a night club attempting to explain to their would-be paramour why the mullet is objectively Superman's best haircut.

>That's the kind of world this is. Conflicts of world-ending portents, rising emotion. People crossing fists for fun, and arguments so heated that they couldn't be about anything other than the trivial.

>Both are important. Both are enjoyable.

>Welcome to Shining Light.

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>Winnie was so focused on matching each Bombardment, she really wasn't looking out for Lexi's sudden shift in attack strategy
>meaning she got a good clean smack against her side from Lexi's hip slam, which threw her to the side
>she let out a cry of pain, crashing into the platform beneath her, but managing to come to a stop right before falling off into the water
>before even Winnie realized it however, she'd stood back up onto her feet as quickly as she could out of pure instinct
>but she was definitely in the danger zone now, just one shove or a slip, and she's be tasting pool
>but she didn't move from that spot; there wasn't much reason to, as she'd never match Lexi in speed
>she'd just be caught mid-step by another attack, and get thrown out of bounds
>her only choice was to plant her feet as best as she could, and try to stomach the next attack to hopefully make a better opening for herself

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>Ursula was about to call out to the woman to tell her she wasn't going to do anything to her with her arms, unless she wanted it but clearly she didn't, only to be cut off as she watched the Salamander rocket off into the air on the power of flame.
>In a forest.
>Which quickly started to burn as a result.

Well, you don't see that everyday...

>Thankfully Ursula only had to expand the get of water into a tidal wave as she passed by to extinguish the burning plant life.

>And more good fortune that the tree was in her target's flight path, it gave the time she needed to catch up. And Catch up she did, allowing the wave to rise above the tree line where she spotted the little fire bug.

There you are!

>The wave broke up turning into a shower of rain as Ursula quite literally fell down upon the Salamander and quickly got a hold of her in her many limbs to prevent her from fleeing again.

I'm not going to hurt you or another, I just want to help you!

Arthur Goulding!Ren/VL7f/QCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41566674

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>This had been a long time coming.

>Arthur walked forward, posture as terrible as it had ever been, with purpose. Today was the day he thanked his savior(?).

>A long time ago, under a moonlit night and while the air was still, he had very nearly been sexually harassed by a hot redhaired musclegirl within the comfort of his late night eating. Fortunately for him, a saviour had come. A saviour that looked like it had leapt out of a magazine with the one word title of 'Alt.' Sure, he'd scrambled away while she took the horny brunt of the aforementioned musclegirl and maybe he'd just abandoned her to her fate, but hopefully that wouldn't be all that hard to explain.

>Doubly fortunately in the wake of this, when he'd described the nature of the affair to Lance, he'd just casually revealed that he knew the person Arthur was describing, and gave some ideas for a thank you gift. That man really did know everybody...

>Arthur had spent a fair amount of time mulling over what he'd get, and nearly the same amount of time waiting for it to be shipped to the US. And now, here he was. Standing in front of what he had been told was her room, plastic bag in hand.

>Arthur took a deep breath. Fear was starting to seep into his brain. The longer he stood there, the more every part of his body screamed at him to get away from the area now while he still had the chance.

>Arthur knocked at the door before he could stop himself.

>Too late now. The die is cast.

>Here's hoping she didn't look at him like the reaction images did.

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>After being landed on, Terri squirmed and wiggled, thinking internally

<"Nooooo why..."

>but then Ursula kept talking and Terri winced

>"Just want to help you"
>Maybe that was true- she seemed to be a monster person too after all- and if she wanted to try anything weird she'd CLEARLY be unconscious by now....

Aa..alright then, Ms. if you're here to help then do you know what the hell just happened to me?
>She asked almost accusatory at first before letting out a soft sigh...
...so-..sorry, tentacles just make me nervous in real life is all. and I'm all panicky because well-
>She pauses and her pointy ears twitch a bit.

I'm not normally like...this. It's just- scary tentacle monster person appears out of no where after you stumble out of a cave after growing boobs and scales? I've...read things where that sort of thing ends poorly for the person in my sho-
>She looks down realizing she wasn't wearing shoes in this form due to the clawed feet

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>well, what happened was probably anticlimactic for what Arthur was expecting

>there was no mounting tension before his inevitable social doom, no reaction image-esque expression of disgust for daring to show his face around a Female™
>the door just opened, and Janice was standing there. That’s it. That’s all that happened.
>as for Janice herself, she was just a little puzzled
>she arrived to the dorm right as Winnie was hurrying out, followed by some… Other Winnie, whom Janice planned to ask about later, and had barely been in her room for 30 seconds when there was a random knock at the door
>while she didn’t remember That Night as clearly as Arthur did, she at least recognized him from hero classes
>which just left her wondering what he needed

Hi? Need something?

Arthur Goulding!Ren/VL7f/QCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41566677

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>Arthur blinked.

>This was not the response he had envisaged. That was generally a good thing, especially when it was to do with his over-active imagination regarding interactions with the fairer sex, but it did leave him somewhat...puzzled.


>Was what he managed to choke out first, before he cleared his throat, tried his best to stand up straight, and went through the lines he'd practiced in his head.

Hi. You're, uh, Janice right? Lance said he knows you.

There was a night...a while back now, and you uh, sorta helped me from getting aggressively hit on by a girl in the cafeteria late at night?

>Arthur pulled up the plastic bag as he recounted a truncated version of the events that had lead to this horrific nightmare occurring right now.

I...thought I'd get you a thank you present. It's late but, I don't know what might have happened if you hadn't been there.

>A small voice in Arthur's head quietly informed him that what might have happened was him ascending beyond the shackles of being a nerdy young virgin and becoming the chad that surely everybody became when they had sex once, but Arthur violently stomped it down with the force of somebody getting a non-descript flaming brown bag on their doorstep.

>Arthur fished a rather thick looking book out of the bag. On the front was a small collection of very outlandishly dressed young teenagers, sitting on a beach and overlooking an orange sunset. Written across the top was 'Beyond: The Great Connection Omega Guide' in large letters underneath the logo.

Lance said that you liked this one, and I like it a lot too, so, I hope you don't already have it...

>Arthur seemed vaguely aware that he was on the verge of babbling, and cleared his throat. He offered Janice the book.

Thanks. I appreciate you helping.

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>...what was he talking abo-

>that was… a little awkward to be reminded of, especially with everything that had happened
>still, she didn’t resist when he handed her the book, and her eyes went wide when she saw the title
>she glanced back up to Arthur in shock

I- dude, isn’t this thing like a hundred dollars??

>she slowly clutched the book to her chest, as gentle as if she were cradling a newborn baby

I? Thank you?? I don’t – I don’t think I did that much, but-

>she fell silent for a moment, wondering if she could trust this weird Boy to enter her room

>...but he said he was a friend of Lance, so Janice supposed that had to count for something
>she hesitantly stepped aside, allowing Arthur entry

I- you can come in if you want. Do you want a soda or something?

Arthur Goulding!Ren/VL7f/QCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41566679

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I've got money, 'm not clearing out Friday's cellars for free.

>He was mostly clearing them out because she'd asked to keep an eye on him and also it helped him to keep abreast of anything interesting in the magic building. Maybe Arthur shouldn't have said abreast while thinking about Surprise...

>He cleared his throat.

I just...got somebody what I'd like, I guess.

>Arthur was definitely a little bit jealous. But he was also a skinflint and wasn't going to buy two of the Omega Guide when he could get most of the interviews online. Even if the artwork was very nice...

<"...I need to stop thinking about this before I take it back."

S-sure, thanks.

>In a desperate bid to not think about what he had lost in handing over the book, Arthur allowed social autopilot to take over and he walked into the room of a woman that he barely knew. Was this how Lance felt? Obviously not, Lance felt way better about these things than Arthur ever did.

It, might not have been that much but I mean, it still helped. And, I think, maybe you probably wouldn't want somebody just out there, having watched you make out with somebody...

>Frankly, the event had been a mess for everybody. Speaking of messes, Arthur's eyes widened as if a gear had clicked in his head about what he'd just referred to. Time to course correct.

Uh, not that I've thought about that. I'm, just, private? I don't know if I'd want people seeing that happen, if...I ever did. So, that's...also an apology gift?

>The words shot out of Arthur's mouth in staccato, as he desperately tried to look Janice in the eye and not at the floor. This was so goddamn hard and he hated it. People were a nightmare and it was a nightmare he wanted no part in.


>He couldn't just simply be ungrateful. He had a standard to live up to of being classy, refined and gracious. Arthur had totally failed three, but for the honour of queen and country he at least had to be gracious.

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>well, here it was. Arthur had made it. A Girl’s Room.

>a Two Girls’s Room, no less.
>the weird thing is, while it was pretty easy to tell from the cutesy décor which side of the room was Janice’s roommate’s…
>Janice’s own side wasn’t that different, honestly
>she had some horror movie posts hanging on the wall and the skull of some kind of small animal on her desk for decoration, but otherwise it was all soft pastels and natural lighting
>and, like, a ton of stuffed animals on her bed

>Janice had set the book down on her desk and started moving over to the shared minifridge when Arthur blindsided her with the whole “watched you making out” thing

>she jolted a bit, almost banging her head against the side of the fridge, but gave a sheepish laugh

Uh, yeah, heh. That was… it was kinda weird for me too. It… kinda set some weird snowballs rolling.
>understatement of the century, Janice
>anyways, she stood back up, offering Arthur a can of cheap-ass generic brand cola on her way to sit on her bed

Ssssso, uh. You do stuff for Ms. Friday too?

Arthur Goulding!Ren/VL7f/QCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41566681

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>Arthur...decided to not comment on it setting some snowballs rolling. Instead, he took the cola from Janice, cracked open the top and took a sip. Taking in the decor was thirsty work. It was practically a masterclass in never judge a book by its cover. The Alt-Girl in every teen movie was strong at the outset, but the stuffed animals and pastel colours were too strong to outweigh the small skull.

>This school was breaking all of his unpleasant American stereotypes and frankly he didn't care for it. If you couldn't trust lazy generalisations, then what could you trust?

Yyyeah. I'm in the magic building anyway most of the time, so, why not get some pay for helping out?

'S more interesting than filing paperwork for other teachers and less...

>Terrifying, intimidating, stony

...awkward than Kujo.

I've been taking care of the Dust Traps, actually.

>Arthur offhandedly mentioned, flashing back very briefly to the...tense conversation he'd has with Ms Friday regarding his intentions at this school.

They feed on rabbit hair. I thought they fed on rabbits, but uh, no. So, I guess I'm also taking care of the rabbits there.

It's nice.

>Arthur took another sip, an awkward but serene smile coming to his face as he remembered.

Nice to get paid and not really have to interact with people.

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>Janice nodded along, entirely understanding what he meant; for good or for ill, Surprise was definitely a lot more interesting to work for than most other teachers

>and also what he said about not having to interact with people

People suck sometimes. I’ve just been weirdly lucky with the ones I’ve met here.

>some part of Janice briefly wondered if that would include present company, but that remained to be seen

I haven’t really done much work for her myself. She usually doesn’t have stuff open. I guess I have you to thank for that.

But she still talks to me sometimes. She gets all… mom-y. More than usual, anyways. Trying to help me stop smoking, teaching me makeup and how to dress nice…

>she gave Arthur a flat look and deadpanned

Things someone as full of testosterone as yourself would have no interest in, I’m sure.

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>while Clay was glad to have finally got the chance to start cooking some better food at the cafeteria, he couldn't let that get in the way of his training
>he still had his end goal in mind, and he had to keep pushing himself towards that goal
>so he once again ended up in the gym, this time needing to focus on developing his powers further than before
>which was why he was simply punching a punching bag
>from about halfway across the room

>Clay's telekinetic powers had limits, and it seemed like those limits were dependent on his own body

>enhancing his physical strength gave them the chance to grow stronger as well, but the problem of distance was still an issue
>he couldn't quite figure out how exactly to fix that, it seemed like he just couldn't touch anything past a certain point
>he wondered if it was like those "Stands" that he'd heard about somewhere in HIVE


>he took a step back from his position, then focused and swung his fist out again

>he felt the force leave his arm and push forward across the room...
>and come just short of the bag


>he lowered his arm and shook it a bit, definitely frustrated

>how was he supposed to get around this?

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>whether Clay expected company or not, he was about to get it
>a bouncing ball of pink skipped its way into the gym, bag in hand
>Valentine stopped for a moment, blinking as he heard the "Dammit!" and spotting Clay Curtis hard at work
>Clay wasn't quite near the top of his list of people he'd want to spend an afternoon with alone
>he was cute, but a bit too grumpy for his particular tastes, from what little he'd interacted with
>but oh well, the perils of a public area; he could've just stayed in his room if he didn't want to risk meeting someone he might not want
>so, with a cheerful hum, Val skipped ahead, drawing closer to Clay
Welly, welly, howdy-doody!

Someone seems grumpy! Did the big mean punching bag flip you off, or somethin'?
>he chuckled lightly, coming a stop nearby
What's the matter? Maybe big sis can help~?

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>Clay flinched when he heard the voice speak up, both because he recognized it and because he already felt embarrassed at being discovered
>why couldn't he find a time period where nobody would find him being so utterly pathetic?

...unless you're a secret genius at psychic powers, I don't see how...

>he figured there wasn't a way of getting out of this, but he still looked pretty miserable while he turned away from Val and the bag

I'll get out of your way if you need the gym.

>and so he walked over to the nearby bench, hoping to retrieve his towel and his shirt before Val could get too clingy to him

>which was a foolish hope but he still had it

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>"Unless you're a secret genius at psychic powers..."
>Val let out a light giggle
Who knows! Val is just full of surprises~!
>he then blinked as Clay started to quickly try and slither away from social interactions
>see, this is why Val preferred to hang out with Joseph more than this dude; at least Joseph just told you to your face to back off, and you could easily ignore him
>he pouted slightly, but sure enough, just skipped behind Clay and followed
Nah, that's alright! Val was out looking for company more than anything!
>he reached forward, grabbing Clay's wrist, and starting to drag him back the way he came
So, 'cmon! Let big sis try and help you with your problems~!

Two heads are better than one! And my big brain is worth two heads, so you don't even gotta do anything~!

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>Clay made a rather odd sound when Val grabbed him and pulled him back, his towel and shirt still left on the bench

>he looked to Val with an annoyed expression, even as his cheeks started to flush pink, if only because he could never figure out what Val's whole deal was
>whether he was actually interested or just thought that "personal space" was a nice theory rather than something concrete, it left Clay feeling very awkward whenever he engaged with him

A-Again, I don't see how!

Your powers aren't at all like mine, are they?

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>Val cheerfully answered
That doesn't mean I can't see things from a different perspective that you-
>he suddenly spun around, giving Clay a poke on the forehead
-might've missed!

Besides, I've got some experience with psychics! Even my own pets sometimes come out with psychic abilities, you know!

So, from experience, I can already guess you're having one of three problems!
>he quickly raised a finger
Either you aren't sure how to focus on your powers mid-combat...
>then two fingers
You're having trouble with your aim, or-!
>then raised the third finger
You're struggling with your range!

Am I close~?

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>Clay still had his doubts as Val reassured him that he'd come up with a plan, even as his face lit up a bit more after the forehead poke
>much to his surprise, however, Val was actually on the money with his assessment of what the problem was, something he displayed with how he stared at him for a minute after he finished speaking


>before sighing and slumping over slightly, admitting defeat

It's the third one...

>he tilted his head at Val, clearly surprised by his foresight

Is that a common problem with psychics...?

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>Valentine chuckled, looking quite proud of himself
>"Is that a common problem with psychics...?"
Depends on the type of psychic!

If you're the "can read minds" type, then that's usually not too big of a problem. You can either reach into someone's brain, or ya just can't!

But for the "grab things with the power of your brain" type, that's when things can get tricky!

If I've read you right, you're in the latter camp, yeah?
>he took a boxing stance, and threw a few punches forward at the air
I see you move around, and it's almost like your hitboxes are way ahead of your actual model!

It's a pretty cool quirk! Don't see many like it around, so you can stroke your own ego by knowing you're decently unique~!
>a giggle, Val hopping back up to a more relaxed stance
Can't say I've ever met anyone with the same style, anyway! But I imagine it's not too different from mind bullets, so we can probably use similar training!

>he tapped his chin, looking behind him

>then looked back at Clay, clapping his hands together
Alright~! Val knows just what to do!

First thing's first, I need to go get changed!
>he hopped and spun around, already dashing towards the changing room
I won't be long! Promise!

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>Clay listened to Val's assessment of his powers and was definitely surprised to hear how on the money he was
>he'd heard the term "mind bullets" before and often had to clarify that wasn't what his powers were
>as much as he kinda wished he could do that
>the video game explanation mostly flew over his head, but he could at least grasp what Val was trying to get at

Y-Yeah, right...

>he watched as he started to run off for the changing room, not quite sure where this was going


>he called to him as he left just to let him know he'd go ahead with this

>even if part of him was starting to worry that Val was going to pull a fast one on him somehow

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>sure enough, Val wasn't very long in returning from the changing rooms
>only instead of the expected workout gear, he was dressed... well, more like a stereotypical teacher, for some reason
>a tight black skirt, beneath a clear white buttoned shirt, and wide-brimmed glasses adorning his face
>and to complete the look, he even had an oversized ruler in his hands
>why he even brought this stuff to the gym was a mystery known only to him
OK~! We can get started!

>he aimed the ruler at Clay

So, first thing's first: we gotta figure out ex-act-y-ly how your powers work!

When you throw a punch, are you actually throwing an invisible projectile? Or are you summoning a ghoooostly fist in the spot you wanna hit?

You gotta know every detail of your quirk, if you ever want to master it!
>he swung his ruler again, and again pointed at Clay
So, how much do you know about yourself, Mr. Curtis!

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>Arthur winced. There were...some things that he'd done that required him to look a little different but...

...Yes. Not really my bag at all.

>He said, making as straight a face as he could muster.

She's like that though. I guess that's what teachers are like, in a sense. Well, what they should be like at least.

I'll take being a little...overly parental over being uninterested. Especially given what most of us are planning on doing eventually.

>Arthur took another gulp of the coke. He'd only had a couple of bad teachers in his life, but they were enough to make him fear to have one again. Especially if they only cared about their paycheck enough for the bare minimum, it would probably lead to him being less equipped for the times to come.

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>Clay was left staring blankly at Val after he returned, wearing that oh-so-typical teacher's suit, as if he was walking into a porno

>which, since it's Val, was probably something he did at least once

<"Why is he like this...?"

>he did listen to Val's explanation of what the solution was, as far as just understanding how his powers worked, only problem was that he wasn't sure how to answer


>he scratched the back of his head as he tried to think of how best to answer Val

I'm pretty sure I'm doing the former?

Like...I can feel the force move off of my body when I throw a punch. It just kinda...stops after a while.

>he paused, then tilted his head as he tried to further clarify

It's kinda like someone with stretchy powers, except they're just invisible?

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Well, let's just make pretty-pretty-sugary-sure, then!
>he grinned as he turned, skipping away towards the punching bag
>and took just a few steps away from it, pointing to the other side
OK, now you stand over there, and use your powers!

If they act as you say, then the punching bag should block them.

If not, I should feel them!
>he then brought a hand up to his mouth, suddenly acting all faux-shy and stuff
Aaah, but don't take this opportunity to touch Miss Val somewhere indecent, Curtis!

Students shouldn't be doing such bold things with their teachers, you know...~!

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>Clay tried not to react to Val's odd manner of speaking, needing to take this more seriously than that
>though as he walked over to the spot Val indicated, he did end up muttering:

Would be nice if Ms. Stacies got the memo...

>sure she wasn't technically a teacher so that didn't exactly make sense, but Clay wasn't thinking about that

>hopefully Val hadn't actually heard him

>either way, he stood on the other side of the punching bag, trying to decide how to handle this

>he couldn't see Val now so he didn't know where he'd end up touching him, if he even wanted to do that in the first place
>so he'd just have to leave it up to chance
>so he pushed his hand forward, a single finger extended, feeling the force come off of his arm...
>and Val would feel that finger poke him...somewhere

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>Val jolted a little bit as he felt a light poke against his chest
Aaaah, Curtis, how bold~
>he lightly teased, followed by a giggle
>then peeking out from behind the the punching bag
Yeah, I felt that. Seems like we're not dealing with any kind of "mind bullet" scenario here!

Even though you feel the energy leave you, it might be that, like... it doesn't solidify? Until it's reached a certain target!

So that's pretty interesting!
>he clapped his hands again
So now all we need to do is figure out limits!

How close can you get it to work, and how far does it actually reach!

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>Clay jolted a bit at Val's answer, looking down at his hand, then back to him after he peeked out from behind the bag


>he started to protest, only to stare at Val after he suggested moving on

...h-hang on a sec!

>he stepped forward, placing his hands on Val's shoulders

J-Just move over, please!

>he then nudged Val away from the bag, before turning back to it

>he then let out a breath, focused again, and pushed his hand forward
>this time, the bag reacted, his handprint visible in the fabric, leaving him baffled

W-Wait, what?! Why did it work now?!

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>Janice got an odd look at that, given that parental affection, substitute or not, was still sort of a weird, awkward thing for her

...I guess you’re right.

>she looked away for a moment, trying to think of something to say before the silence got too awkward

...hey, I know we’re in the same class. But I don’t think I actually got your name.

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>Val raised an eyebrow, a bit confused at... well, why Clay was so confused
>he looked at the hand print, then at Clay
>then just walked back to the punching bag, hiding behind it again
Try to aim at the bag first.

Then try to aim at me again.

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Oh, uh, Arthur. Arthur Goulding. I sit at the back.

Don't worry about the name thing though, I uh, I didn't know yours either, until I asked Lance.

>He still didn't even know the rest of the class's names. Frankly he was planning on keeping it that way. He'd already forgotten about the green haired guy who shouted in the introductions, but sadly the explosive idiot and the boy in the fancy dress screamed too much on a daily basis for him to forget either of them.

>But, this was an exception. Not anything special but, just...polite.

There's a lot more...strong personalities than me in that class.

>Arthur said, trying his tactful best to not make the word 'strong' sound like 'complete and total asshole.'

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>Clay watched Val walk behind the bag again, still trying to guess what just happened
>but he did what Val suggested, rearing his hand back and pushing forward again, only picturing the bag and not focusing on who was behind it
>sure enough, the handprint reappeared there
>he pulled back, then pushed forward again, this time trying to imagine the person behind it
>and sure enough, Val would feel a hand touch his body
>albeit a bit lower than it did before

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>Val jolted a little as he felt the hand
Huhu, getting bolder, Mr. Curtis...~

O-OK, see? It's like I said!
>he peeked out from behind the bag
Your powers just target the thing you're... well, targeting!

'S not very complicated!

I bet if we, like, got a glass box, and put a switch inside of it, you'd be able to activate that switch even through the box!

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>Clay flushed and retracted the invisible hand, trying not to think about where exactly he touched
>though the explanation did make a degree of sense, he just chalked up the first time to accidentally focusing on Val rather than the bag itself
>he looked down at his hand, clenching it a couple of times as a reflex, then plainly said

Well...that's good and all...

But that doesn't really do anything about the range problem...

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>Winnie didn't have to wait long for Lexi to continue pressing her attack. Telegraphed by the figure eight like bobbing and weaving she was doing as she got close, the younger Woah would know that Lexi's Keijo-style Dempsey Roll was about to be unleashed upon her in the vulnerable position she was in.

Rapid Rack Ravager!!

>As expected, the bobbing turned into rapid rhythmical chest attacks not unlike the bombardment Winnie'd been on the receiving end of only moments before, but this time it was coming at her at awkward angles rather then straight forward thrusts.

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>While Ursula was well aware of the material the fire lizard was talking about, having researched it herself of course, now was not the time for such jokes.
>All the same, she wouldn't need to restrain her now and this the Kraken releases her captive.

Unfortunately your situation is a bit more dire then the plot of eastern erotic. For you have stumbled upon a cursed object...

>she taps the jewel on Terri's shoulder for emphasis.

And it's clearly been bound to you.

>Though it appeared Terri wasn't effected mentally by it. Meaning that getting it off will hopefully be the only major issue...

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...Wait, cursed?! Bound to me?

>Her eyes go wide and she gulps

Does this mean I'm...stuck like this??? I mean- not that I mind I guess???

Is there anything we can do??

Like even if I don't mind being a monster girl, this sort of thing would be hard to explain to my family...

>Suddenly the gem starts flashing a few moments...

>Before suddenly flashing and Terri changing back into his original human form

....Oh, well I guess that answers that, so is there a way to get this off my neck or what?

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>Val blinked, then shrugged his shoulders
Look, whether ya like it or not, everyone's got limits!

Maybe you can extend your ranger, maybe ya can't; it's all about working around your limitations, instead of cry about 'em!

>he clapped his hands together again

First, we should actually outline those limits!

So just, I dunno, walk about thirty paces back? And try to hit the bag again!

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>oh, this was tricky
>all sorts of tricky
>there was no way a total rookie like Winnie could defend against one of Lexi's signature techniques
>she was neither fast or tough enough to withstand all of that
>but lucky for her, she didn't actually have to
>lucky for her, Keijo was one of the first sports to take into account metahuman abilities
>depending on what league you belonged to, unique quirks were allowed as long as they weren't used offensively, in place of one's bust or rear
>the massive Stand would emerge from beneath Winnie, lifting her off the Land with its hands
>she didn't to hold it for very long, as All Of Me threw her straight up into the air
>...maybe a bit too high up, now that she noticed it, but too late to back down now!
>now she was positioned perfectly, failing straight down onto Lexi, her knees tucked in near her chest
>and aiming that fabled Woah dumptruck to fall directly on Lexi's back

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>that didn't exactly make Clay feel better, but it wasn't like he could be choosey about his powers now
>so as per Val's advice, he turned and walked about thirty paces across the room, ended up roughly where he started when he came in

Alright, just don't get too close to it!

>he reared an arm back, focusing on the image of the bag, then swung his fist out

>a few seconds passed...
>and nothing happened


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>Val jolted a bit at Clay's "dammit", quickly frowning in his direction
Will you relax!?

Just take five steps forward and try closer, geez!

If you're hoping to be able to kick someone in the dick in another continent, I can guarantee you you'll be very disappointed.

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>Clay snapped back at Val after his remark

I'm not trying to hit someone across a continent, just across a friggin' room!

>he did take a few steps closer anyway, but was clearly still frustrated about it

>afterwards, he reared a fist back again, and let loose another punch
>this one did land, the bag swinging a bit as a result

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>Val faced Clay with a blank look on his face
>but at least this time, the punching bag wobbled from the hit
Well ya better ready yourself for the likelihood ya can't.
>Val still argued back
Some people just have limits to their quirks! It's normal.

What you gotta do first is learn to work with what you've got; after that, you can start experimenting with your limits.

>he aimed a finger at Clay

You've got a pretty good range as is; that's about twenty feet from you and your target!

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>Clay gave a huff after Val tried to look at the bright side of this, not so willing to be positive about this

That's all well and good if I want to attack someone and be close enough for them to know it was me.

>he walked over to the bag again, giving it a petulant shove before leaning on it

If I want to actually be, y'know, stealthy...which is what my powers would be best built for...

Then I need to be able to use them from a lot farther away than this...

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>Val tilted his head slightly, raising an eyebrow at the same time
What are you talking about?

Your powers would be pretty sick in a one on one fight!

You can keep your enemies at bay, and they can't do squat against your ghost fists!
>he threw a punch, rather weakly striking the punching bag Clay was leaning on
Seems to me you should learn some martial arts, or something!

Psychic Karate Man would be a way better job description for you!

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>Clay grumbled again, not happy that Val wasn't following his reasoning

I'm not looking to get into actual fights unless I have to.

We're supposed to be a secret organization and all, right? How can I do anything secretly if people can see me throwing punches and kicks from nearby?

>he moved off of the punching bag, giving it a bit of a shove while he did

I mean, I doubt Leo would really want us to go challenging the heroes direct-



>apparently he hadn't thought to move, since the bag swung back and hit him, causing him to stumble away from it

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>Val only raised his eyebrow further at Clay's arguments
>at least he didn't comment on him being smacked by the punching bag

So, what, are you saying guys like Bray or Trinity are useless here?

They're not exactly here for subtlety, you know?

>he shrugged his shoulders again

Even my own particular set of skills isn't always conductive to covert operations.
>he glanced at Clay, gaining a sneaky grin
Sounds t' me like ye're just bein' a big ol' chicky-chicken about it~

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>well at least he avoided any sort of snide remarks from Val for that little blunder
>at least not until he was finished speaking
>Clay narrowed his eyes as he stared at him, knowing full well what he was trying to do, and not wanting to fall for it

...fine, maybe there is a point to more brute force, but that's not what I am trying to be.

>he looked up at the bag, then focused his power again

>an invisible hand touched the top of the bag, then pushed it in another direction, causing it to spin a bit in place
>though, after thinking about it for a moment, he had to wonder if maybe Val had a point
>it wasn't exactly something he was looking forward to, but what was he doing all of this training for if not for combat?


>though he wasn't going to admit it very easily

Besides...I kind of don't want to hurt the heroes...

I mean...we're doing all of this for them too, aren't we?

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>Val blinked, the look on his face showing clear confusion at Clay's final comment
>unlike him, however-
Well, it's gonna happen one way or the other!
>he didn't seem particularly concerned over that scenario
I'm sure there's gonna be plenty of heroes who're gonna try and stop us, so there's gonna be some roughin' up, y'know?

Maybe a lil' bloodshed or two; who knows! I'm just sayin', it doesn't hurt to be prepared.

You don't wanna end up finding yourself at Ragnarok without your cool Jotnar-slaying sword, right?

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>Clay grimaced at the prospect, but it wasn't like he could disagree either
>he again knew Val was right; just because they were acting in everyone's best interests didn't mean everyone saw it that way

Yeah, I guess you have a point there...

>he really would like to avoid all of that if possible

>but he was serious about trying to change the world, he'd have to come to terms about that


>just how serious was he, though...?

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>slowly, Val inched closer to Clay, circling around him slightly

>right until he was in the perfect position to SMACK, right on Clay's rear end
Do you ever smile?

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