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Secret Hideout

Who: Izuku "Deku" Midoriya, Shouto Todoroki, Ochako Uraraka, Katsuki "Kacchan" Bakugou, and trusted helpers. Plot with me at

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What: Setting up a secret training area
When: throughout May
Where: an abandoned warehouse

Content Warnings: teens in danger while testing booby traps probably

Midoriya has staked out a brick warehouse the size of a school gym. Salt air has corroded the paint, and its broken windows are boarded up. It has a basement with at least one underground lift, once used to move goods in and out of the facility. It smells, none too badly, of dry weeds and a few harmless fungi. Midoriya is undecided on whether to leave the outside in its dilapidated, overgrown state as a disguise, or attempt to clean and make the whole thing invisible to prying eyes. That's outside of his area of expertise.

Midoriya has been wanting a private space to train since winter when the weather made that activity inefficient outdoors. Since the arrival of old enemies from his world, Midoriya thought it might also be good to have a place to lie low. (Are his old enemies still out to get him? He doesn't truly know.) Regardless, this place will be well-stocked for a natural (or unnatural) disaster too. Construction will take a while. Those who are bartering their services will see slow but consistent payment.

Needless to say, this should all be kept secret. Participation is modular: No single helper will know everything about this location. Controlling information is something Midoriya observed from his homeroom teacher back home. Midoriya isn't good at this sort of thing, so he'll take any tips he can get.

Since lunch is provided by athletic heroes, it runs fairly healthy and protein-rich: rice dishes, stews, sandwiches, fruits and vegetables, dry snacks, all arranged near a cooler and a camp stove. Warmbloods like Midoriya are particularly snacky... Midoriya keeps notes in a personal notebook on who's doing what, but collaboration or switching between teams is inevitable. At the moment, it's tentative and incomplete, as they've only just started working on all this:

Amenities
Soundproof (against explosions...)
Fire sprinklers
Fire resistance
Sparring gym big enough for our aerial training
Heating/cooling
Bedrooms
Bathrooms
Temperature room for Quirk training (It's also a sauna)
Water cooler
Emergency survival stockpile

Construction/repair
Me (lifting)
Uraraka-san (consultation, floating stuff)
Oscar-kun
Qrow-sensei

Security system (magic)
Palamedes-san (blood magic seals indicate unauthorized entry, or divert anyone's approach in certain areas)
Paul-kun (paleblood illusion runes)
Adaine-san (magical barriers to prevent people entering through specific entrances, alarms)

Security system (mundane)
?? We don't really have anyone on this yet

Traps (magic + mundane)
(to be focused on capture only, not injury, preferably fireproof)
Paul-kun (very excited about this)
Uraraka-san (construction help)

Industrial Design (mostly for traps)
Ruby Rose-san (knows how to repair Support Items)
Equius-kun (he can 3D print materials by drawing on paper, robotics knowledge)

Trap Testing
Kaworu-kun (forcefield)
Me
Kacchan
Todoroki-kun (fireproofing testing)
Qrow-sensei (undamageable while aura is intact)

Supplies
?? (Lunar Orbs)
?? (Lamp Friend, hidden outside with an illusion ward?)
Paul-kun's Teacher (magical supplies)

Undecided
Sailor Moon

Captain
(it doesn't mean anything)
Kacchan

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It's A Trap

"Can't believe I found one... This is called a Floater. They're out of season now, and they only come out at night."

He turns off most of the lights and uncovers a tank, such as one used to keep lizards. Inside, a fantastical lifeform floats lazily, looking more like a jellyfish than a mushroom. He consults a notebook with his own crude drawings of mushrooms in it. (Where did he pull that notebook from?)

"They paralyze. If you have to handle them directly, the safest way is by their caps. I don't want to use a live one, they're easy enough to dodge or exterminate, but if someone could enhance part of a trap with its paralysis, that could be a way to take down an intruder without hurting them."

He continues to ramble out of habit like the nerd he is, "Of course, that means one of us checking on this place more often, like every day. Can't have an intruder just lying there indefinitely, but, well, if we train often here, that shouldn't be a problem, kind of like housekeeping..."

Ouchie Ouch

Midoriya sprawls in a folding chair off to the side with the sleeve of his T-shirt rolled up. He presses an ice pack to his shoulder. He's been testing the physical traps. All it takes is one metal barrier sliding shut too close at hand...

"Well... I expected this..." he groans good-naturedly. To his credit, the amount of scars he has were obtained from a few incidents, not several. It's good to take a break; he was getting hungry. Again.

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ooc: I'm stuck in prose format forever, but you can respond with whatever!

Ruby eyed the floater briefly. She remembered it pretty well from last November. She took a couple notes briefly as Deku described the traits of it of the mushroom idly as it helped her think.

"I think having someone pass by once a day might be the best way to go about it anyways. Probably not the same person to keep what you're using this for from being too obvious. But you're right- It's probably one of the best gym's your going to get in trench with how you've got it equipped." She taps her pencil against the pad of paper.

"We could probably work them into something like nets that get launched out. I'll make it easier to handle the person until we get them out of here after."

cw: brief strangulation mention

He gently jolts out of his reverie. He was getting a little carried away and forgot he was actually muttering to a person instead of just his notebook: his friend, pal, amigo, sniper rifle aficionado, Ruby Rose.

"Rotating duties, or maybe we even randomize them, got it. And nets with a tighter weave, so there's no risk of strangulation," he says more clearly. "I should make a note that these mushrooms are a finite resource, and hard to find..."

Showing up here is one of the first things Shouta did as soon as he arrived in Trench. Though he hates to admit it, he's still feeling overwhelmed by everything - both by the sheer amount of information he has to take in, and by the fact that he needs to find a new home, a new job, a new purpose in this place. Because like it or not... he's here now, and he's here for good.

He's not a Pro-Hero anymore, or a teacher. Instead, he has to become something new.

Shouta considers himself a rational man. And rationally speaking, maybe he should've found a home, or at least some supplies, before showing up here... he recognizes that, but even so, he found himself showing up anyway. Was it the need to make sure that Midoriya's okay that drove him to come? He's not even sure himself, but he has to admit- he's proud of the kid for coming up with all this. He's proud of all of them, really.

As he spots Midoriya, he almost scoffs. Of course the first thing he'd see him doing would be treating some kind of injury... it's a shame that Recovery Girl isn't here to help out.

"It's been a while, problem child." he calls out, raising a hand in greeting. "I see you've been busy without me.

Midoriya signed up with the Hunters, not because he believes in their creed, but because he knew he had a lot to learn about this world and how to defend people in need against it. He knew no one, no teacher who could instruct him. He still calls himself a hero though that doesn't exist as a profession here.

Without most of the people around him in this new world, he tried to fill the holes by either emulating someone or thinking of what they might do. He thought of Aizawa anytime he needed to remember his training with Blackwhip, call upon lessons on pragmatism and rationality, or keep a low profile. The last didn't become a large concern until after Midoriya learned some old enemies were in town.

"Sensei. Still can't believe it's really you."

Not the usual pep Aizawa will remember, and it has nothing to do with getting cuffed by his own booby trap today. His amount of scars, from what can be seen on his arms, have doubled. They're starting to look like a roadmap. In the same permanent way, his face has acquired a baseline seriousness.

"Can I get you anything?"

Like everyone invited here, Aizawa is expected, and there is food and drink. Midoriya rises out of his chair despite being hurt. It'll hurt more tomorrow anyway. He missed his teacher. The polite young man with good grades who always answers when called on knows he's a problem child. He supposes he's got the worst rap sheet in Class 1-A, nevermind that all his transgressions resulted in harm to himself.

"I'm having trouble believing it myself too, Midoriya." And by that, he means everything.

Shouta notices the difference in his student compared to what he's used to, and he was expecting it, after seeing Todoroki, Uraraka and Bakugou already... but it's still a strange feeling to look over him and notice it all. Midoriya's expression... it's less like that of a kid's, and more like that of a Pro's - hardened by trauma and the weight of his experiences.

"I see you're still no better at taking care of yourself." Shouta adds, gesturing to Midoriya's wounds with an unimpressed look - trying to ignore the worry he feels welling up inside him when he sees them. Just what's happened to this kid, here? All Shouta can hope is that he himself won't be dead weight; being the new arrival with nothing to his name and all, and that he'll actually be able to help Midoriya and the rest of his students. He needs to adjust as quickly as possible.

"I'm fine. Sorry I didn't bring anything to help out." he responds, feeling just a little bad. He hasn't really had the time to find a home or to get anything that could help yet, but it's high on his list of priorities. "...But it looks like you've been pretty busy here. What do you need help with?"

In the past, he'd have winced in the animated way kids do. Now he simply lowers his eyes to the floor briefly, and his shoulders (ever so slightly broader after all that spring training) remain where they are. With a combination of desire to save and lack of tactical experience, what could he have done? He feels bad for worrying others, but he doesn't spend a lot of time on regret. No wonder he's a bit of trouble.

He consigns his ice pack to the cooler again, checking his Omni for the time so he can start icing again in an hour. He doesn't feel right not at least offering his teacher tea. He pours green tea from a thermos into a metal camping cup for him.

"Don't worry about it, Sensei. You just got here. Please stay as long as you need to." It feels weird, offering faculty from UA a place to stay instead of the other way around.

"Since I came to Trench last year, there were a lot of times I wished I could ask you for advice about all kinds of stuff. Like, I can't train it today, but I hope--" He frowns suddenly. "What's the last thing you remember from home? For me, we were at the end of spring break. All of us were almost second-years."

It... doesn't end well, Todoroki said of that March battle, as he sat on a couch across from Midoriya covered in wounds in a different March in Trench. Midoriya says nothing of this.

"I can heal that for you if you like?" Sailor Moon offered, having watched Izuku flop into the chair with the ice. She had been invited to... whatever this was by Ochako and had come to see what this was all about.

Although, as soon as she asked, she fully expected him to say no.

"Is... whatever this is successful?"

He blinks over at--well, this person Uraraka brought in is completely decked out. She looks more than ready for Hero work. He rises from his chair (clutching the ice pack) like he's being greeted by his senior at one of his work-studies.

"Midoriya Izuku. Hero name: Deku. Sorry, I didn't catch that... Did you say healing?"

Definitely in need of food too; he's less alert than he should be.

She is certainly a sight, she forgets that sometimes considering she's so used to it.

"A pleasure to meet you, Midoriya-san, or Deku, rather. I am Eternal Sailor Moon, and yes, I did say healing. If you would like, of course?"

He bows. He can't shake the guilty feeling he should know who she is, but that's just the hero fanboy in him. She looks just like one, but she's not from his world or she would have responded as a Pro Hero.

"I go by Deku at work. Yes please. That's very kind of you. Is that what Uraraka-san invited you here for?"

Now the guilt is more personal; his friends have been more watchful of him since his Corruption escapade in March.

Sailor Moon inclines her head in return. She summoned her Tiare from nothing, the giant staff appearing in her hand so she could heal him. The senshi paused at his question.

"Uravity? No, she did not ask me here for my healing powers. I do not think she observed my healing powers in the jungle," she tapped her lip in thought. "I am not sure how I might be able to assist with this, honestly." She didn't know how to make crystal, completely impenetrable palaces out of crystal... yet.

And she didn't know how to leave a standing barrier either.

"But if you need a healer, then I am happy to help if you do not have one?" most people didn't take her up on her offer to heal them.

"This will only take a moment, Deku," she lifted up her Tiare and held it over him. "Honeymoon Therapy Kiss," she said softly, light washing over Izuku to seep into his body and completely heal the wound and rejuvinate him.

It's very different from Recovery Girl's healing Quirk--which, incidentally, involves an actual physical kiss, very much like being smooched by one's grandma. Midoriya has visited the school nurse's office plenty of times. Today, Midoriya i's reminded of Flynn Scifo's healing spell just after the Leviathan battle in February. It's filled with light and lends him a warm strength without sapping his energy. His shoulder tingles with renewed circulation in the previously damaged area and quickly subsiding inflammation.

His eyes widen. He removes the ice pack. It's no longer needed. "Amazing... Really amazing... You met Urara--Uravity in that jungle then?"

"I did, yes. I was on patrol when the game summoned me in," she offered. "She was being surrounded by some giant toads, I'm not sure if you encountered those. But she needed very little in the way of assistance, I was more or less there to give her some time to readjust," seriously, Ochako pretty much handled everything by herself as far as Usagi was concerned.

She allowed her Tiare to disappear.

"She invited me here to assist with this project of yours."

"I wasn't in the jungle, no. Just heard about it a little. And yeah, she's a hero like me. Uh, that's a profession in my world. This space is partly so we can practice our moves in secret."

The last few times he was healed, he was distracted by the circumstances. Here he has the opportunity to really examine it. He experimentally rolls his shoulder, eyebrows lifting and falling. Neat and clean. Effective and impressive.

"No pain, just the memory of it. Do you mind if I ask how it works? There isn't any adverse effect for you, is there? And--you do patrols like we do? To keep the city safe?"

Yes, okay, he's curious, and a hero fan, even while being one himself. He's not got the charisma to intentionally give off that kind of heroic aura, the kind that shows well on TV, so he's a bit starstruck.

"You are fortunate, the jungle and the catacombs were not pleasant by any means," she looked over towards the base and made a soft noise of understanding. "I suppose the Gate is rather public, yes."

She turned back to look at Izuku and his question on how it worked, trying to decide how much to reveal.

"I sent energy and light into your body to provide it with a boost for healing," she wasn't going to mention her crystal. "And no, it does not adversely affect me," it would take the whole planet's population at this point to wear her out considering her power levels. If she taps into the Lambda power, she can heal the galaxy itself. "I can control light, I can use it to defend, attack, and heal."

It was the most basic of information, not because she didn't trust Izuku, but "my crystal lets me do pretty much any sort of magic I want" while wholly accurate was SUPER vague.

"And yes, I do patrols to keep the city safe, or as best I can. There are two others from my world who are also senshi: Sailor Jupiter and Sailor Venus."

He hates the Gate. They keep Beasts (who are people) for sport. If Midoriya wants to practice fighting Beasts, he does it as part of his work, going to the city outskirts and keeping them from attacking people. He keeps his sparring practice to open spaces away from where he can do damage to people and animals. The beach makes for a good spot.

She's definitely getting an entry in his hero notebook. He finds his hands unconsciously twitching in the motion of writing in one.

"You're a team then?" he asks avidly. "Like a permanent one? I'm still in training, so I just do temporary team-ups."

"We're all able to fight individually but we are infinitely stronger together. There are 9 Senshi for our solar system: Sailor Mercury, Sailor Venus, myself, Sailor Mars, Sailor Jupiter, Sailor Saturn, Sailor Uranus, Sailor Neptune, and Sailor Pluto." She debates about bringing up the Sailor Quartet and Sailor Chibi Moon but decides not to bring time travel into this.

"I have been with them for a long time and will continue to be so we can protect those we care for and our home. The leader of the Senshi is Sailor Venus. And no, before you ask, there is no Sailor Earth, I take that duty."

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Secret Hideout

Izuku "Deku" Midoriya

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guess who's finally here?? (ouchie ouch)

so uncool sensei geez (no, he's very cool)

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Ouchie Ouch

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