#mhastranded

[passion-hunter]

He was just walking along, whistling. Wondering if he could smoke any of the plants he passed. Must have been a smoker before this, then, he thought, smiling as he figured out another (probable) fact about himself.

Or maybe memory loss just made people act weird. Either way, he didn’t actually know which plants were safe for that or not.

[quirkskept]

Stranded | open for event

Waking up in the middle of nowhere was not exactly ideal for anyone, having taken a moment to look at his surroundings and try to think about how exactly he ended up here. He came up blank, not even remembering his own name let alone how he woke up on some island he was presuming. 

Finally, he got up and checked the area, coming across the backpack with the supplies. Pulling out the nametag and note first, reading ‘Hideki Kirishima’ as the name before putting it on “Hideki it is I suppose”.

Next, he filled up the container of seawater and making a mental note to evaporate the salt out of before drinking it. Finally, he took out his map and made his way along the coast of the beach “Find some people, get out...ooookay simple enough I suppose” he shrugged, building up some enthusiasm along the way, make some allies and hopefully find out who he was. 

[quirkskept]

Stranded | open for event 

The sound of waves is what woke him up, sitting up and looking around with furrowed brows as he caught his bearings. This definitely wasn’t where he went to sleep.. what made him worry even more was he didn’t know who HE was. 

Getting up with a grunt, he explored a little, taking in his situation and surroundings “Well- this isn’t great” glancing around, he came across the backpack and ran over to it, looking through the material before pulling out the nametag and note “Okay my name is Denki.. that’s...that’s one step forward I guess” putting the tag on and reading the note carefully “Hero? Villain?... Getting out? what the hell is this? some sick joke? was I kidnapped or something and-” why couldn’t he remember anything.

Despite this, he decided to fill up the container and pulled out the small axe for some sort of weapon? to feel safe perhaps, and the map. Then forward, he decided to move away from the beach in search of anyone.

[passion-hunter]

Hitoshi plucked the small white card off of the tree, quickly scanning the information on it. “Well now, this is interesting...” He would have to keep an eye out for this ‘Tomura Shigaraki’. Given what he had just been told, he would like to speak to the man as soon as possible.

[adhesive-king]

mha stranded || @sevensav--d​

It’s not everyday you wake up on a random island with no clue of...well, anything- or maybe it was, he doesn’t exactly have the memories to tell for sure. That paired with being dropped off in a dark cave, wasn’t exactly the best wake up call either. From the cracks of light he was able to decipher the letter and the name presented to him in his bag. He was sure that his quirk wasn’t really one a villain would use, it seemed pretty...boring? But a hero? That also didn’t make much sense either, what could tape elbows even really do?  Focusing on the little things wasn’t much of a help anyways, so he packed away his name tag and started to wander. It took a lot longer than he hoped, but he managed to find his way out, keeping close to the edge as he tried to find his bearings or at the very least another person who could help him out. 

“The note said there would be others...but it’s like finding a needle in a haystack out here.” He mumbled to himself as he continued to walk the shores with a frown. It wasn’t long before he spotted a mop of green hair in the distance. Finally!

He hefts his bag higher up on his shoulders and raises on arm in the air, waving it around trying to catch the attention of the other as he jogs over. “Hey! Thank god I finally found someone!”

[adhesive-king]

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[quirkdriven]

It’s the bright sunshine that wakes him even before the crashing of waves reaches his ears. He feels like he’s slept too long, his body heavy and mind resistant to the thoughts pulling him further from sleep. But eventually he was awake enough to hear the water and feel sad beneath him, and his confusion finally pulled him to full consciousness. 

Eyes open to unfamiliar surroundings, and it’s only in trying to remember how he may have ended up there that he realizes he doesn’t remember anything at all. Not even his own name. There was a backpack within reach, so he grabs it, hoping for some sort of clue inside, and finds more of an explanation than expected. 

Eijiro Kirishima.. That must be his name, it seemed more familiar than anything had so far. The letter however has a sense of foreboding grow within him, someone had to have taken him here then. And what did it mean by heroes and villains? What did that make him? He decides to ignore the note for now in favor of the map, it doesn’t seem to have any cities marked.. Maybe he’ll just stick to the beach for now, that’s where he had woken up after all, maybe others were nearby. 

“Hello? Is there anybody there?” He called out, trying to get a good look up the beach in either direction. Unable to see anyone yet, he decided to just start walking, Holding onto the map and compass, Eijiro tossed the backpack over his shoulder and started off, continuing to call for anyone’s attention. It would be easier to get out of whatever situation or social experiment this was if he had some help. And even if some of these people were his enemy, well they had to want out of this too, and it wasn’t like they’d remember they were supposed to dislike each other. 

[husk-d]

MHA Stranded Event Starter 

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“That is to say you are all either a hero, or a villain.”  He says aloud.  He looks up, taking in his surroundings.  He’s on a beach, and he feels weirdly comfortable with that.  There’s something familiar about the hot sand and the sound of the waves crashing against it.  It feels comfortable.  Maybe that’s why he doesn’t feel all that agitated.  He reads on a bit further, “My suggestion is to find the other people on this island and introduce yourselves. These will be your friends and enemies, those that will help you escape, or maybe sabotage you.”  He sighs, “Well.  Least I’m alive, I guess.”  

Since waking up, he’s had a lot of things to take in.  Where he is was one.  Not knowing who he is, that was another.  Discovering that one of his legs is fake, that was another one.  He’d figured that out when he tried to stand and he wasn’t expecting the sensation of prosthetic meeting flesh and he was back down in the sand in seconds.  That’s what gave him pause to examine the gear he was left with.  

The tag is the last thing he found.  “Chousuke Mushimura.”  He reads, “Guess that’s me.”  He turns it over in his hand before attaching it to his person.  He slowly gets to his feet again, more familiar with the false leg he’s equipped with, taking a few careful steps.  It feels a little weird, a bit sore.  Was this a recent injury?  He has no idea.

He shoulders the bag.  He should find other people, yes.  But he should probably figure out what this island will and will not provide.  Maybe he could find something to fish with, or maybe some fruit.  He finds that he is very hungry.  He should eat soon, to keep his strength up.  So instead of going off down the beach, he heads deeper into the island, hoping to find something to eat.