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"Excuse you...I was having a conversation with my new boyfriend. Your death shall be a most painful one." This girl was really starting to get on Akira's nerves. The raptors hadn't made a single scratch on him, but still she was going on and on with the threats? Suddenly, she smiled, her eyes shifting the slightest bit, prompting Akira to turn around to figure out what was going on.
Or at least, he tried. He had barely made a move when the fist hit him. While a small barrier intercepted it as part of his panic response, it only managed to lessen the blow as the hulking mass of steel impacted the back corner of his skull, slamming him down onto the ground. His attacker landed into a crouch beside him, and he struggled to identify her through his blurred vision. He only managed to hear bits and pieces between the heavy sound of his heartbeat in his head, as the girl rose her steel fist once again, clearly making for the finishing blow. "Bad... hero... Bloodstone... kid... inside!" Akira realized in an instant that they managed to track Asuka when she left. He had sent her away, only to be caught by her mother, or perhaps even worse.
Rather than hitting Akira on its second swing, Hadley's gauntlet met a pair of brightly glowing hands large enough to match it, sprouting directly from Akira's back as he rose up onto his hands and knees. "Don't you lay a finger on her." The constructs didn't appear quite as normal. Their edges seemed fuzzy, and they flickered back and forth, almost like a television with poor reception. Turning his head to Hadley, a steady stream of blood could be seen running down it. For a split second, his expression registered nothing but shock, as he realized the identity of his attacker, but it was quickly replaced with complete and utter rage. "You." A sudden burst of hard light erupted from the ground surrounding Akira, launching Hadley into the air and away from him. Pillars sprung up from the ground underneath his palms, pushing him into a standing position as he stared down Shiki once again. "If you dumbasses even think of hurting her, you'll regre-"
Akira's sentence was cut short as the monster lying before him let out yet another roar. Though he had heard it before, it was an entirely more dreadful experience at this range. He could feel the sheer force of the sound as it impacted him, and his eardrums felt like they were going to burst. Perhaps they already had. The shockwave knocked him off of his feet and into the air, and he could see it having the same effect on the dog girl and snake boy, as well as many of the heroes who were attempting to do something about the Snake Charmer at the epicenter of the destruction. As he flew backward through the air, he squinted and blinked, blood running into his left eye. His ears were ringing so loudly, drowning out all the sound around him - Shiki's cackling, the screams of those afraid or injured, Akira couldn't even hear his heartbeat now. But, through the deafening ringing, he remembered a voice, cheerful, but never naive. Brave, but never aggressive.
"Heroes exist to protect those of us who can't always protect ourselves. Make sure you grow up to be someone who can protect everyone who needs it, Aki."
Extending both of his arms forward, toward the rest of those caught in the blast, Akira winced as the palms of his hand glowed brightly. Spheres of hard light formed around everyone he saw who needed to be protected. First the dog girl, then the snake he fought earlier that day, then one of the heroes who was doing their best to save everyone, then a bystander who managed to be in the exact wrong place at the exact wrong time. In the split second during which he flew backward through the smoke, dust, and chaos, he managed to encase each of his allies, each soul in need of rescue. As the protective bubbles hit the walls, they shattered gently enough to cushion each landing, preventing further injuries.
In all of this, however, Akira did not devote any attention to protecting himself. He felt his right leg hit an upturned chunk of concrete, and though he could not hear the snap, he could absolutely feel it. His momentum carrying him through, he began tumbling backward through the air, completing at least three full flips before his body skipped against the ground once, twice, and a third time, eventually skidding to a halt on the ground, leaving a trail of blood in front of him. Using all the effort he could to pull himself up into a half-slump, he could see the damage done to his leg. It was bent at nearly a right angle halfway down his shin, a splinter of white bone piercing out through his skin. He felt as if he were about to vomit, but in a miracle of adrenaline he somehow managed to keep it down. "Alright... I guess it's time to play field medic," Akira squeezed his eyes shut, as hard light formed around his fractured leg, a band at both his knee and ankle, with a straight bar running alongside. He clenched his teeth, as the constructs forced his leg back into a proper alignment, and couldn't stop himself from letting out a scream he couldn't even hear. "The nurse is going to be pissed about this rush-job."
Taking a deep breath, Akira pushed himself up onto his feet once again. Turns out, broken legs hurt even more when you try to stand on them. Push through the pain. You have a job to do. Suna said to protect them. Creating a platform beneath his feet, Akira flew as quickly as his injured leg would allow him, landing evenly between the two young villains. His landing was fairly rough, as his mostly-ruined leg faltered beneath him briefly, only to be reinforced by more hard light. He turned his head slightly toward Hadley, before shouting as loudly as he could, if only so that he could detect a hint of his own voice. "So that's how it works? You want all of the heroes gone?" Armor slowly formed around his entire body to match the heavy plating on his broken leg, visible cracks already forming, as each individual piece was repeatedly shattered and replaced, Akira doing his best to maintain his protection with a failing mind. "I can't fight back. It's not my place to. But I will protect them, all of them."
Each of his constructs glowed brighter and brighter, as he addressed Hadley directly, blood running out of his ears, down from his forehead, and matting his hair, "You want to destroy all the heroes? Then you're going to have to start with the Shining Star Hero: Procyon!"
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Posted by （🔥） on 18 August 2018 - 09:21 PM
"Although, there's nothing in the law that prevents you from helping people. Go do that. Now."
That was all he needed to hear. A regular-sized hand of hard light appeared over his shoulder, pulling his hood up over his head, and adjusting his sunglasses slightly. Luckily, he had managed to get a simple pair to match his broken ones before the award ceremony. After all, every hero needs their costume, right? Looking forward toward the carnage, Akira quickly took stock of the situation. This entire scenario was playing out to have him be far more heroic than he had planned that morning. So, I guess the real question, is what would Mike do?
Akira could see a few of his classmates running toward the danger zone: Asuka, the vibrating girl, the snake kid, and one he didn't recognize who looked almost canine, probably a 1-B student. Asuka. Does she know her mother is here? Akira has lost track of Bloodstone in all the chaos, but if Asuka had planned to fight her mother, that was a fight that she absolutely wouldn't win. Those lizards don't look too happy. Maybe I can cheer them up. Plunging the fingers of his pair of giant arms into the ground before him, Akira pulled off as hard as he could, launching himself forward through the air. While he hurtled toward the center of the action, he let one of the arms dissolve away, using the other to catch onto the ground and slow his approach, landing beside where Asuka stood. By the looks of things, the group was well-occupied with the raptors, seemingly controlled by the green-haired girl. "Asuka!" It felt a bit odd to be addressing her when she was busy with all this, but he needed to know, "Where is she?"
"I..." Asuka looked toward the giant lizard again. Asuka knew full well who Akira was talking about... but she wasn't there? Directing a pair of crystals toward the head of a raptor looking to bite her, Asuka replied "I-I don't know!"
That's what Akira was afraid of. Bloodstone was a dangerous individual, with a famous kill count. With the pro heroes occupied, she was probably the most frightening known variable. "Do we know how many enemies there are? The people inside might be in danger if she's MIA"
"Too many for me to count right now. We should assume everyone's in danger. Ourselves included."
Akira chuckled lightly, as a pillar of hard light emerged from the ground, pinning a raptor against the wall as it tried to dive at him. "I'll be alright. If your- If Bloodstone is missing, there might be more of them that snuck in. You're not suited for a fight this big. I'll handle things here, see if anyone inside needs help. Call for help if things go bad" He felt a bit guilty sending her in, but... If there were anyone Bloodstone would spare, he hoped it would be her daughter. He just wanted Asuka out of this chaos.
"Got it! Kobayashi, try to help him with the raptors. Ino, come with me. We can't split off alone right now, so try to stay close."
"Oh, and Asuka," Akira paused for a moment, fearing the answer to his next question, "are these the guys who brought that bomb to Kashyyyk?"
Asuka looked over to the villains assembled around the stadium. She pointed toward the large, red monster of a man, and said "He was, and so was the woman with the masks. There was a third, but he's not here." Asuka started down, intent to enter inside the stadium building to find anyone else that needed saving.
Hoping he had just sent his friend to the safest place in the stadium, Akira directed his attention back to the green-haired girl. She had a tail, and seemed to be having far too much fun with all this. She almost seemed familiar, but Akira pushed that thought aside, assuming it to have been confusion after a long day. Behind his sunglasses, his eyes darted back and forth, noticing the tailed girl from earlier running up at the villain girl from behind. With a wide swipe of his arm, a fist the size of a car appeared nearly instantaneously, violently pushing aside the raptors that stood between him and the mystery girl. "Hey, kid! How about you stop going for all those easy targets in the stands and take on someone who can actually make things interesting?" Truthfully, he didn't intend to fight her head-on, as he had been strictly instructed not to, but the least he could do was direct the aggression away from the civilians, and maybe even provide Sayuri the window of opportunity she needed.
Posted by （🔥） on 18 August 2018 - 03:05 PM
the biggest problem with the idea of upward diagonal arrows is that it allows extra links to be built with cards that provide other utilities. I think it's pretty clear at this point that a big reason why we have so many that point down diagonally but not vertically is because konami wants there to be a clear distinction between cards that can be used for extra link, and cards that can't.
Posted by （🔥） on 18 August 2018 - 03:01 PM
Once per turn: You can equip 1 "Inzektor" monster from your hand or Graveyard to this card. While this card is equipped to a monster, that monster's Level is increased by 2, it gains ATK and DEF equal to this card's ATK and DEF, and it is treated as a Tuner monster. While this card is equipped to a monster: You can send this Equip Card to the Graveyard and name a card type (Monster, Spell, or Trap); your opponent cannot activate cards or the effects of cards of that type, until the end of the turn.
It's mostly another copy of ladybug, except this one actually does stuff. Helps to avoid getting ashed to death, and tuner status opens up possibilities with needlefiber. Helps the deck out, though not quite as much as not having dfly at 1 would. A man can dream.
Posted by （🔥） on 18 August 2018 - 02:46 PM
Contrasting the grueling build up, the battle's finale all happened in a flash. It couldn't have been more than a second after Akira's outburst that Terro was flattened against the arena wall, sounds loud enough to hurt the eardrums coming from speakers and audience alike. It took a few seconds more for Akira to gain a proper sense of where he was, what was going on. Releasing his grip on the railing, he could see a thin layer of hard light across his palm and his fingers, with imprints on the rail to match. "Looks like your words of encouragement helped him a little. Way to go hero." Looking back over his shoulder, he could see Gin's fangirl looking down at the remnants of the fight, apparently quite pleased with the result.
Encouragement? Akira paused for a moment, collecting his thoughts and piecing together the events of the fight. "Ah, yeah. I guess they did."
The short intermission, during which all the rubble was cleaned from the arena floor, flew by Akira, as he was shuffled into the spotlight once again. His thoughts lie elsewhere, as the medals were passed out to the top three. The other girl, who fought Terro earlier, wasn't present. She must have been busy with something else. He could feel the bronze medal be dropped around his neck, and Mr. Takeda said something to him, but the message was hardly received. What the hell was that wing I made earlier? It felt completely different from when I normally use my quirk. Akira's wandering mind also prevented him from taking note of the sudden takeover of the stadium's feed. He could tell that things were being said, but they didn't seem like anything he would particularly care about, until...
With a loud crash, a creature that Akira could only describe as a dinosaur wrapped in exposed muscle burst through the wall of the arena. And then... Then it roared. Like the sound of a thousand avalanches colliding with each other, it started deep, and rumbling, and crested with a chain of explosions. This was not the sound of an animal. This was the sound of a force of pure destruction. What was even worse though, was the sound that came afterward. Hundreds, maybe more, muffled screams, the pleas of people who could do absolutely nothing to help themselves, muffled by the plumes of dust filling the air. Atop the monster stood four figures. Three of them were unfamiliar to Akira, he couldn't recall having seen them before, but the fourth was one he recognized in an instant. Bloodstone. Asuka's mother. Having her here must be hell for Asuka, but unfortunately there were more pressing matters at the moment. She can take care of herself. For now, I need to-
"Akira, can you help the people?" the voice came from the second-place podium. Glancing up at the other two finalists, he realized that they were much worse-for-wear than himself. Though Nurse Nyan had done work to help all three of them after their fights, Akira's injuries were very minor, not to mention the fact that the other two had fought far more recently. "Mike and I are too tapped out, and the heroes more than likely will be facing the lizard. Can you help the people stuck among the rubble?" Terro confirmed Akira's thought. Of the three, he was the only one even near full capacity. Mike was charging up his suit, but he had to be running on empty after a day like this.
"You two need to get out of here." Akira stepped down from the third place position, onto the proper floor of the stadium. Third place... Kind of embarrassing, really. But now wasn't the time for that. "Neither of you are good to fight after the day you've had. I'm not far off of 100% at this point." Akira's hair lifted slightly above its resting position, giving the appearance of a light updraft, as tiny particles of hard light materialized around him, dissolving just as quickly. Proper stretching was important before heavy exertion, after all. Tightly flexing the fingers of his left hand, a series of pops sounded from his knuckles, as a huge arm, on the same scale as Terro's colossal crusher, appeared floating behind Akira. "Try not to die on the landing, they'll need you up there." Akira lifted his right hand, pointing a finger outward toward where the majority of their classmates resided in the stands. His left hand went back, pantomiming the actions that his construct made, scooping up both Terro and Mike in its grasp.
"Hard Light: Sunset Knuckleball!" Doing his best to match the form he saw Mike use in their fight, he brought his left hand forward, stepping forward with his right leg in matching pace. The giant arm moved along with him, throwing the top 2 finalists to where they could do more good. "Good luck, dumbasses." Turning back toward Suna, and the intruding villains in turn, Akira rose both arms in front of him, as a second construct appeared to match his right arm. The pair of arms moved inward toward him, wrapping around his own arms. "I can't imagine you are going to let me fight the villains are you?" Akira wasn't sure how anyone but him could match that giant creature, without Omega Star present, but decided to defer to the pro's judgment. Otherwise he could just end up in the way, no matter how strong he was.
Posted by （🔥） on 18 August 2018 - 12:20 AM
in a word, yes.
Thinking about what you guys are saying, I might be overthinking my original stance. Is needlefiber in a state like that of the Knightmares, the Borrel link monsters, etc, where they are strong generic staples but aren't considered too powerful? If that is the case then needlefiber might just be in a fine state as is.
In some more, it's pretty unfair by comparison to other cards, but the fact that it is available to nearly any deck and just increases complexity of gameplay and widens the variety of the metagame, it is largely accepted to be a positive influence upon the game.
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Posted by （🔥） on 14 August 2018 - 06:09 PM
for clarity, it was 69% in 2016. This difference in number does not in itself defeat your point, just wanted to correct the given percentage, so as to keep this discussion as fact-based as possible.
It just happens that 90% of the USA is christian so those are the ones that will get more defended just by the numbers.
Posted by （🔥） on 11 August 2018 - 03:26 AM
White wants order. Though the focus upon the group is used often to differentiate itself from black, it has shown time and again that mono-white figures act against the group if it works toward their own rules. Authoritarian, whether it be toward a specific leadership, or a commune.
White puts the good of the group before the good of the individual.
Definitely a closer shot than white, but it's important to remember the importance of growth to green. The purest green ideology of green would be a social darwinist, capitalist society. Those in power are there because they are powerful, as nature dictates.
Green stresses tradition and nature over nurture, as well as strictly enforced roles.
Damn straight. This is why I like red, it's really easy to grasp.
Red focuses on self-expression and personal freedom.
Black wants to win. It serves the "self," but whether that refers to an individual, or perhaps an entire nation, can vary.
Black incentivizes each individual to think only of their own wellbeing.
Blue just wants to know everything. If given the option between omniscience and omnipotence, it would take the former. Even though the latter can lead to the former, it's just adding extra steps. The strive for perfection isn't the goal for blue, rather being a means to learn better about what the limits truly are.
Blue wants to see perfection and intends to use a collection of resources to achieve that perfection.
As for how these all apply to politics... It's complicated, and absolutely does not land neatly on a grid. People aren't just a few colors, ideologies aren't just a few colors. Every real concept has some degrees of each color within, and those fluctuate within it as needed. The best way to see how combinations of color can translate into political leanings is by examining the guilds of ravnica, and even then we can see that the strict definitions by which the colors are explained don't always hold true.
The colors of MTG much better represent personal values than political, and things like the compass in OP are reductionist at best, and often misleading.
this is a good example of the flaw in such a chart. Red and Green are depicted as opposites, despite being ally colors that share a large common ground
How does this work for Black/White or Green/Red?
Black + White = Blue confirmed
Posted by （🔥） on 09 August 2018 - 04:15 PM
Akira's eyes darted back and forth, carefully tracking Mike as he used his quirk to enhance his own athleticism, pulling off acrobatic feats that would impress anyone. This is his strength. Mike was fast enough to outmaneuver most attacks, allowing him to land his own counters when his opponent least expected it. That was how he had won his previous fight. What he lacked in power, he more than made up for with agility. But unlike Akira, Terro was actually fighting in a way that could counter it. With a defensive focus that seemed to protect him from all directions, he prioritized his own safety. Considering the finite nature of Mike's quirk, it was the best tactic against him by a mile.
Their fight went back and forth, as they each closely incorporated their quirks into their body movements. It didn't look like a fight between students, instead showing a surprising level of mastery from each of them. With a burst of speed, Mike managed to break through Terro's armor, launching him back and injuring his arm, but then... he pushed it back into place. Ick. With a grin, Terro spoke his true intent: He wanted to see just how much he could do. Akira had to admit, he himself was curious as well. As he screamed, matching the roar of the crowd, chunks of the stage dislodged themselves from the ground, hurtling toward Terro, accumulating into a giant stone golem, with Terro sitting inside. It was hard to tell from this distance, but it looked like there was a tiny window so Terro could see his opponent.
The giant rose its right arm. "Finishing move," Terro called out from within, his voice holding a slight echo. He paused for a split second, bracing himself before he used the boulder of a fist to throw a haymaker worthy of its name: "Colossal Crusher!"
Time felt as if it had slowed down, and before he knew it, Akira found himself leaning over the railing, looking down at Mike as the fist closed in. Was this how it ends? Was Terro going to succeed where Akira had failed, or... You already beat the strongest, so... Akira could feel it within him, the same feeling before he manifested the wing in his own fight against Mike, the desire to push the limits of what they all thought was possible, to Go Beyond. Without him even being completely aware of it, his thoughts materialized into speech, four simple words shouted out in the midst of all the cheering and the sounds of Terro's rumbling creation:
"Don't lose now, Mike!!!"
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