Show and Prove [3b only]

"Did someone give him a sugary drink or something like that?"

Ouju was the next out, just behind Lauren, glancing around at everyone on this dreaded day. She was smiling on the outside but on the inside she was screaming in dread. It might have only be a once a year thing, this was the last time she had too do it. Still she always felt she was under performing, the nature of her quirk always made her feel inadequate when comparing her numbers to everyone else. Its not that her numbers were bad, hell for a doing it all effectively quirkless she had still performed well. Like had these quirks not been a factor she'd probably site high on the charts in all the sections, she was an athletic person after all.

Anyway as she stood around with the others. She was betting on making a difference this year, not just shaving off a few milliseconds. Her 'secret weapon' was ready to go.

"I going to give it my all and more this time!. We're already better than 1-A already".

OOC: This round of posts will consist of the three coordination activities. Use your quirks as you see fit to excel in these activities. Or if your quirk isn't suited for the task at hand, just make a realistic description based on how you think your character's athleticism is. The posts should be schemed rather simply to depict what your character does. This round can have up 2 posts from each person. One dedicated activity post, and if you'd like to post your character's reaction to their classmates, you can. Once the coordination section is done, we can move on to the other stuff.


Score yourselves as you see fit. Use 1a's thread as an example if you'd like. If you still can't figure a score out just let me know and I'll give you one.
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Quite a small group. The staff member would go ahead and line the radar robos up with each exercise station. A small class meant they could get a lot done in a short amount of time. Clapping his hands to garner some attention, he- "Okay, okay. We're gonna start with the Ball toss. After that comes the timed consecutive side steps. We'll give you a minute and a half to get in as many sidesteps as you can. " He said, first tapping his pen on the top sheet of paper. Coordination.





One by one he'd line students up to each agility exercise and click a remote for the radar robo's ready. His eyes would scan along each other their faces. To each one he'd say ready and go once the time came.

Faliwah watched as Hokori took his test. There were improvement, that was the point in all of this and a small part of her was nervous but... Of course, a good hero never shows it. Everyone had a little bit of stage fright even if they didn't admit it, it was all about how they dealt with it. With what was as stake, who wouldnt be nervous? They set the standard here and now for themselves as heros and everyone who would come after them.

Stepping up to the plate, ball in hand, she would give a good throw. It was a more average distance but as it was still going up, she would transform just her hand and give it a large boost with a powerful gust of wind and the ball would shoot like a rocket at an angle.

From there, she would transform her two hands creating a draft below and behind by waving her left arm up and down, and the right arm below it side to side. The result was powerful gusts of wind that could be felt by everyone around her, everyone would need to stand their ground as she was making her show.

The ball was soon way out of sight, and the ball would travel several meters out of Faliwahs range, due to the pure momentum that she had created.

"One thousand five hundred and six point two five meters!"

The robot would call out. Amazing, that was a solid improvement from last year for sure and now... Was the side steps. She struggled with it her first year but, from then on she created a method to help her get more steps in. Last year, she almost tripped but... This year, it was going to be different.

Using her large arm fans again, she would give it a powerful swing which would propel her forward. Her first reaction would be to run forward to keep up with the momentum, that's where she messed up last year. This time, she would be barely touching the ground as she did her side steps.

"TWO HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-NINE STEPS"

Definitely better than last year. She barely hit two hundred last year, so she definitely improved which was always the goal even if she wasn't as good as some of her classmates.

Satisfied, she returned back to the group as the next person would take their turn

Tommy popped in a bit later than the rest. The reason? Well.... he had gotten his hand on a strawberry cheesecake and had lost track of time savoring the sweet. In fact, he still had a smug of pink and white on the corner of his mouth. "Sorry for the wait Dr.Brine!" He stated, waving a hand towards the school nurse.... or rather his detached hand. Tommy was waving his left arm with his right from the forearm like he was waving a stick around. He wore a modified version of the usual UA exercise jump suit, with his being more of a shirt and shorts. Tommy rarely showed his body before this year, often times just playing around during physical training exercises; or not showing off. This year though it seemed like his training had finally shown everything he had achieved. While others had quirks that were not related directly to their physical shape; Tommy's was, with him being a mutant. Muscles that were use to strenuous exercise were clearly visible; not akin to a bodybuilder, but more like that of a well built fighter. Further more, his joints; the knees, elbows, and even wrist seemed even more muscular, almost slightly bulging compared to the other muscles on his bicep and forearm.

Many of class 3B would know of Tommy Neil as the class clown; often times playing pranks by detaching his hands to do various things. From "hauntings" by having a hand knock things over and cause strange sounds with everyday objects; to making stupid jokes and puns like "Lemme give you a hand" and then detaching his own hand for others. Outside of that though.... this was Tommy's first assessment that he had decided to no have privately. Honestly, despite how much of a trickster he was, this time he seemed less comedic and more... intense... no, confident. Like he had some sort of trick under his sleeves. "So.... Let's get started..." He said, stepping up as he looked at the leaderboard. "Oh, Faliwah, Hokori, and Lauren. As expected honestly. Whew! Over a Thousand Meters too! I'mma have to actually pull the stops huh?" He said, walking over and grabbing a ball with his detached arm. Tossing it almost like a lacrosse ball in a lacrosse stick, Tommy smiled to himself. "Last year I focused on my strength; so let's see if I made any progress this year!" He said, confidence and pure excitement matching his pink hair exuding from him. In fact.... it was odd. Normally Tommy wouldn't take anything seriously; perhaps even showing that he was shy on occasion. Reattaching his forearm to his bicep, he detached the entire arm from the shoulder, holding his left arm like a javelin almost. "I don't think I'll get to a Thousand... but I can try..... five hundred or so minimum?" He smirked, before taking a stance almost like he was a Olympic Shotput Thrower. "The difference is knowing how to throw, and knowing how to PUT." He stated, crooking the ball in his left arm against the top of his shoulder right shoulder, and against his neck. Stepping away, he breathed once... twice.... three times.... before he moved. He didn't do a running start, but rather a spinning one as he almost moved like a spinning top, one leg raised, as he spun to add more momentum to his spin, once! TWICE!

"LET'S GO! POP-GUN RAM!" He yelled, as he launched his still spinning upper body as he began to throw. A resounding *POP* echoed as Tommy literally launched himself from his mid section. The initial launch itself easily cleared 20 meters alone as he launched forward and upwards. Still he didn't stop! He was still spinning as he suddenly swing his arm out, increasing the momentum of his spin by using leverage, before he shouted, "POP-GUN RIFLE!" He yelled, and in another resounding *POP* the right arm launched while still holding the left, though now it was swinging like a bola through the air, clearing the 100 meter, 200 meter, 300, 400, 500! Already his arms were whirling, only just now starting to descend as he threw the limbs farther. "AND AGAIN! POP-GUN RIFLE!" He yelled, as his legs sprinted without an upper half to catch his upper body with near perfect coordination. The limbs angled a bit before launching once more, firing off the forearm and ball higher into the air, and farther clearing the 650 meter mark! "HA HA! NOW PO-" Suddenly his face seized up, as his right arm and his left bicep landed, scuffing on the field, but tumbling to break the fall. "Ouch! Forgot I don't have a Reel-Back system....." He said, looking as he decided not to further damage his limbs or add any further scuffs of bruises to them. "I'll settle here," He said, as his left wrist tossed the ball another few meters, before it landed.

"Seven Hundred Thirty Six Meters".

The robot spoke out as Tommy focused on breaking the fall of his left arm. He decided to spread it out, popping off every joint to minimize breaking as his fingers, palm, and forearm finally flew another 20 meters a bit to the left. "Ouch! Ow,ow,ow,ow,ow!" He groaned, as he quickly ran over to collect his scattered joints. "Sorry Dr.Brine! I tried to minimize bruising!" He said, having no major damage due to his intensive training regiment.

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It'd take him a full couple of minutes to collect himself, but once he jogged over he didn't look too bad. A bit of red from the scuffing, scratches, and dirt from the test. "Alright! Now, Sidesteps right?" He said, before he got to his starting point; then began his next test. While other's had quirks that allowed them to control sand and dust; create winds and gales, or even controlled their blood; Tommy only had his mutation. Even so, he had his limitations; but still, he didn't give up. Even when he made it seem like he was a jokester, he always kept up with his class. So why was he showing off now? Well... It was simple. "Guys... Sorry to say this, but I don't want to just be the class clown. This year, I'm going to help make sure we trump 3A!" He said, as he made his sidesteps, at a blur of a pace. There was no popping, but his calves and foot disconnected as he almost tossed his limbs as he sidestepped, reducing the drag of unnecessary weight; as well as allowing him to focus exclusively on his thighs. Physically he wouldn't back down.

"Four hundred Eighteen steps"

Tommy smiled with a cocky face which was covered in a sheen of sweat, his pink wild hair now slightly darker, and almost appearing as though Tommy had recently taken a shower. "There we Go.... Nice Warm-up!" Tommy huffed, but didn't look like he was going to collapse, his breathing evenly paced. "I'mma take a break. Cool off. Ya'll go ahead." He said, letting others do the next test before he caught up. Humming to himself, Tommy strolled over to the bench as he sat down, taking a quick drink of water as sweat steamed off of him.

Wakaba squinted at the doctor. Strength. He was athletic but he wasn't exactly going to shine in comparison to those who had strength quirks. He did have the ability to apply pressure via... Perhaps he could shine in the grip test. He'd begin with the sit ups. "95!" About as good or a little bit better than his last year results. As for push-ups, he finally broke a sweat, "120!" He tapped his arms. To be brutally honest, he was surprising himself a bit. The piece de resistance was the grip test, to which he requested a radar robo hold until he was prepped. "Cover your ears if yer sensitive." He remarked to his classmates, not really giving much time to react.

Clicking his wrists together, sound funneled through his forearms only to be amped and manipulated by his shoulders. The sound was an extremely pleasant hum at first, but it drastically changed octaves and plummeted down to a harsh buzzing noise. The radar robos arms crumpled like tin cans as Waka brought his own hands closer and closer to the gripping device. The air between his palms rippled with violent sound waves and the device levitated as the sound juggled it. The numbers roared upward as he finally made contacts and clamp as hard as he could. There was a click, and even though Wakaba had released his grip, the device took a long time to decompress. "3900psi" It was little over a hearty saltwater crocodile bite. That was more like it! Waka was highly focused only doing exceptional in the things he was exceptional at. No point in stressing himself out trying be an all-rounder and do things he knew he can't do... -perhaps he took Nocturne's teachings too literally.