forum My Hero Academia RP (open)

Started July 02, 2018 by @_sleeby_rat_

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Inima looked up, the dash. Again her quirk had little to no use.

Tasper looked up, tapping the side of his mouth. "Oh, me again. Hope my ankle doesn't give out before the finish line," he laughed.

“Aww, I’m sure you’ll be fine,” Connor assured him. They walked over to the track, their legs shifting into large springs while their horns curled similarly

Tasper followed them to the track, stretching a little. He could teleport almost the entire distance of the track, but only with a running start, which would cost him time. He wasn't sure what to do, but he'd think of something. Hopefully.

Connor got to the track, casting Tasper a quick glance. “Good luck, man,” he said, giving the other a thumbs up before the robot began to count down

"You too," Tasper said with a smile, before focusing on the race. His eyes narrowed. He had an idea – a stupid one, but it was an idea. The noise signaling the beginning of the race sounded and he took off, teleporting short distances over and over. Five yards, five yards, four and a half yards, two yards. It was far faster than running. As long as he didn't mess up and go too high, or too low, it should be fine.

Connor almost jumped as they sprang down the track. Their springs for legs helped their speed and distance greatly, but they just couldn’t quite seem to catch up with Tasper

He was close to the finish line. Just one more teleport and he'd be there. He sprang, ready to finish…then pain shot through his ankle. The teleportation halted halfway through and he fell, colliding with the dirt painfully. All the speed he'd gained through chasing multiplied the force of the impact. He gasped, clenching his teeth, and pushed himself back onto his feet. He had to finish this race. He ran as fast as he could, but he knew the truth: his time was going to be average at best.

Connor used the opportunity to bound past Tasper, beating him easily as he skidded to a stop at the other end of the track. They turned to look at Tasper, a small smile on their face as they began to cheer him on. “Come on man, you’re almost there!” they called

Inima looked away as Tasker ate dirt. It only took a simple trip to do all that damage. She couldn't imagine if he got,hit in a battlefield and got knocked to the ground.

Tasper finally made it to the finish line. He tried to smile at Connor. "Good job," he said weakly, squinting. The pain of failure was much worse than the physical pain, but he was really sore, too. Hopefully he'd be able to finish whatever else this test required before the adrenaline wore off and the pain got even worse.

“Dude, you should really take a break. That looks like a bitch to stand on,” Connor said, gesturing to Tasper’s ankle. “C’mere, let me help you to the bench,” they offered

"I'll be okay," Tasper said, smiling sheepishly. "I'll put ice on it after we're finished. How much longer could this be, anyway?"
The robot interrupted him suddenly, calling out his time. "8.3 seconds!"

Connor winced a little at Tasper’s time. “Well, you did pretty good when you were injured. And you are going to sit on that bench so you can not hurt constantly.”

"Quit babying me!" Tasper whined, only partially joking. He sobered up, still smiling, and forced himself to stand upright. "I know my limits. I've got to do well on all the other parts of the exam, or else I'm expelled."

“Yeah, but that doesn’t chance the fact that you messed up your foot,” Connor protested. “At least sit down for a few minutes. It’ll help.”

Tasper glared at them for a long moment, before finally conceding, "Fine." He allowed Connor to lead him to the benches.

Connor sat down on one of the benches, arms folded loosely across their chest as they waited for Tasper to sit down

Tasper sat down next to Connor, crossing his bad leg over his good one and rolling his ankle around. It didn't look that swollen.

Connor frowned down a little at Tasper’s ankle. They had seen their fare share of sprained ankles from when they were still figuring out their quirk, and Tasper’s definitely looked sprained

Tasper noticed Connor's frown and dropped his ankle. "I wonder what's next," he said, trying to deflect their attention.

“Grip strength, if what I was told was right,” Connor said, resting their head in the palm of one hand as they stared down at the ground

"Oh," Tasper made a face. "My quirk won't really help with that."

“Mine will, which would be nice for once,” Connor said with a small laugh. “I’m pretty useless unless someone needs a human bridge or something stomped on.”

"That's definitely got its uses," Tasper smiled. "I wonder who's going to do the 50 yard dash next."