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Post by Jasmine Noir on Jan 24, 2021 21:15:35 GMT -4
look at me, i'm a reflection of what you wanna be
Queen on the throne, none of you pawns can humble me
Life was... calm; Jasmine couldn't really find a better word to describe it. Ever since she made the choice to come back to Japan things had slowly been coming together. Regardless of not being bound by blood Jasmine now had a sister. Despite all of the painful bumps in the road she now had a significant other. The ever encroaching loneliness no longer plagued her either -- a simple phone call from the people she loved made sure of that. She was now an established agent in the world of heroism too and with the joint work she'd been doing with the special operations branch of the police Jasmine quickly made herself a known entity on the streets as well. Even her long lost hobby had now been turned into a possible avenue for a career and...
Shit. Everything really was coming together, wasn't it? As she drove into the parking lot of Kokuten High Jasmine could only smile at the thought. She'd recently got paid for both her part time job and whatever her music was able to garner her online. The tank of her motorcycle was full, whatever debts she had were paid, and she even had far more than enough money left over to sign a lease on a new apartment she'd start renting in downtown Tokyo. Literally every facet of Jasmine's life was turning around before her very eyes and the girl didn't really even know how to handle any of it.
Part of her wanted to be afraid. To harken back to her mentality of the flatline. If things were looking up at some point they'd certainly plummet back down. The so-called flatline where things always stayed the same were only true for those who were dead. Both the good and the bad came in equal measure. That had always been the case, and yet... she couldn't help but wonder if her life up to this point hadn't all just been a downward spiral and now she finally found herself on the upside of things.
One could only hope, right?
The girl huffed a ragged breath as she got off her black and gold motorcycle, taking a quick second afterwards to glance at herself through the rearview mirror on the bike's handlebar to fix her messy mismatched hair. It was around six PM by the time Jasmine found herself at her peculiar new 'interest,' like she did every Wednesday. After leaving New York for the second time in her life Jasmine had completely forsaken a part of herself that she used to cherish - drawing. Yet with the insistence of certain people and by the recommendation of U.A.'s school counselor Jasmine found herself attending extra curricular art classes at this specific high school. The idea was to slowly inch Jasmine back into the hobby she used to enjoy... to give her the chance to remember the things about her past that she loved. And honestly? It was working. She tried her hands on several drawings right now, such as the portrait she gave to Rowan, album art for her own EP, a comic she drew for Nathan, and the picture of herself and Mia for the latter's birthday. As scary as it was every single event couldn't help but cause a smile to appear on her face - something that, while incredibly rare before, was becoming a pretty common occurrence by now.
Jasmine strode into the school as reflection after reflection popped into her mind, making her remember all sorts of different things that got her to the point she was at now. The pain. The tears. The fights. The drama. Loss. Sadness. Loneliness. Rejection... Stubbornness. Resolve. Effort. Love. The conversations. The hugs. The smiles. The happiness. She could recount everything with crystal clarity but if she did that she was pretty sure she'd stay there all night.
Instead Jasmine decided to simply focus on reality. With her hands in her leather jacket's pockets the nineteen-year-old marched inside of the school, her combat boots clunking against the tiled floor aloud. The squeaking of sneakers caught her attention as she was passing by a connected gym area, causing her to stop in her tracks for the briefest of moments and peek inside curiously. Volleyball. Not a sport she was invested in but she was aware of the rules and how it was played. An eyebrow rose as she stood by for a few minutes watching what she could only assume was a match between two different schools.
The atmosphere in the air was electric despite it seeming like the match had just started. Every single player on one side of the court glared holes at the players on the other side, behind the net, yet it wasn't an angry type of glare. It was a glare Jasmine herself displayed far too often. The 'come at me!' type of glare, challenging any would be opponents to give her their all. She smiled to herself at the brief distraction happily before continuing on her way, the ever quieting sound of hands against a ball following her steps as she made her way inside her designated classroom. |
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Post by Yukio Kami on Jan 25, 2021 15:23:47 GMT -4
Yukio Kami & Jasmine Noir
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Kokuten High wasn't a particularly known or strong school - with a curriculum focused more on the arts, few students chose to give much attention to the different, yet few , sports clubs available. However, their volleyball head-coach was a long-time friend of Ishida-sensei, so practice matches between the school from Kita Ward and Tokyo Central High were common from time to time, a way to whip the Kokuten boys into shape. "Hell yes!", screamed Gakuto as he scored a point via a straigh shot set up by Yukio. Unlike in their semi-finals match at the beginning of January, usual bench players like Gakuto, Daiki and Mitsuki were actually getting many minutes, a consequenece of the third years stepping down after the elimination at Spring High. There was still the final round of the Tokyo Metropolis Newcomers’ Tournament to play at the beginning of the next month, but the players in their last year usually choose to be left out of it due to the need to concentrate on their exams. "Yuuuukio-chan, I was wide-open there", a funnily disappointed Kento said. "You really weren't"."Don't break my heart like that!"They played ten sets in total, Kokuten High winning a total of three with the caviat that two of the ones they lost were actually quite close. "Tsk, we played like shit", reacted a frustrated Shun at the end of the final set. "It was our first game without our senpais, don't take it too seriously...", tried to say Osumu, clearly scared of his fellow first-year. "Yeah, especially when our star setter takes pity on the opponents", he threw the jab at Yukio, who replied. "What did you just say?""You think I don't notice when you hold back? Showing mercy will only result on them continuing to be weak. Yuuji would never do that", he finalized, leaving Yukio no chance to reply as he left to the showers. "Maaaaaan, Shun-chan really is intense, isn't he?", asked Tendo while leaning on Yukio. "Yeah...", the boy replied, thinking about those words. Thanking the other team before leaving, the boys from Tokyo High took to the showers, not knowing what was about to happen. Notes: Let's goooooo. Words: 360. Tags: Jasmine Noir |
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Post by Jasmine Noir on Jan 29, 2021 22:30:24 GMT -4
look at me, i'm a reflection of what you wanna be
Queen on the throne, none of you pawns can humble me
Tick... tock... tick... tock... the clock went on, and on, and on, the hours inching ever more night-bound. Jasmine was slouching slightly, leaning forward onto the small desk she had all to herself. Her chin was propped atop her palm, elbow propped against the desk. The girl raised her hand to cover her mouth as she yawned, trying her best to stay awake. Ever since she decided to lower her caffeine intake she'd started to get tired much quicker than usual. While it made sense and she was well aware that was going to happen it still didn't mean she couldn't be a little annoyed with it.
It wasn't like Jasmine was bored either. On the contrary - these art classes, despite taking quite a bit of her busy schedule, were actually quite fun. Not only did she get to practice drawing and get feedback on her work from artist just as talented as was (she'd argue even more so, much to their humble dismay), the most enthralling part was seeing her artistic peers at work. Being able to witness so many approaches towards a craft she once prided herself in was honestly a blessing in disguise. As good and crafty as Jasmine was she'd frankly be lying if she said she hadn't learned more things than she knew before coming here.
Being able to see people work so diligently did wonders for her mental health as well. As their curriculum went by Jasmine started realizing that she was becoming more confident with each day. While drawing another birthday piece would definitely still be quite the challenge Jasmine was pretty sure she could at least draw a thing or two for Yumi...
Huh. I should actually try that, she thought absentmindedly.
Jasmine stretched her arms and legs and groaned to herself quietly as the class approached its end. She stayed to talk with the other students for a few brief moments, their ages ranging anywhere between sixteen and twenty-six. All good people, eager to improve and help others do the same. She enjoyed it here and as a result reminded herself to give Mosa her thanks. Speaking of...
Jasmine raised her phone before taking a picture of what she had drawn for the day -- a dragon, one quite similar to the one she had on her back, yet this one was drawn in the old Japanese black and white parchment style of old. She typed in a quit thank you and sent her 'progress report,' smiling when an answer came almost instantaneously.
By the time she was done it looked like she was the only one left in the class. Shrugging, Jasmine collected what was left of her things and began to march down the corridor towards the stairwell, when...-
CRASH!
Jasmine's eyes widened as the sound of glass shattering startled her. Her head quickly jerked towards the direction the sound came from. Her body moved instantly, her unnatural speed carrying her towards her destination within a second. Jasmine quickly pulled the sliding door open.
"What the-"
"STAY AWAY!"
"Unf-!" Jasmine didn't even have time to realize what happened when her body was suddenly flung backwards by some kind of invisible force, making her crash against the wall at the other end of the hall. Her arms were raised to her sides and legs pushed close against one another, almost as though she'd been crucified. She groaned out as she felt the very same force from before push against her chest, making it hard to breathe.
Even though it was a struggle the black and gold haired heroine managed to make out a vague shape. Average height, incredibly skinny frame, pale face, disheveled hair, crooked glasses... he was just a kid. He held his arm out, hand pointing at the struggling Jasmine.
Jesus he- I can't... move! the third year hissed quietly, hands balling into fist as she struggled.
"Just... stay... right there. I don't want to... hurt anybody else..." He said, making Jasmine's eyes widen. Anybody else?! Bright azures focused deeper into the classroom to notice a trio of terrified teenagers, all boys, bruised and bloodied.
"Leave them alone!" Jasmine yelled out, still struggling against whatever was holding her pinned against the wall.
"Why should I?!" The boy quickly countered, his hand raising towards the three, lifting them off of the ground much the same way Jasmine had been. "They deserve everything that's coming to them!"
Son of a... Jasmine barred her teeth as she kept trying to struggle, finding some purchase against what she could only assume was some kind of telekinesis quirk... yet with how quickly this was derailing she knew she didn't have enough time to break free.
"Stop! Please! Let's talk about this!" The third year yelled out again, her voice raised. Two options. Either she bought herself enough time to escape his grasp and make a dash to save the three kids... or somebody would hear her voice and come help. Either way, she needed to stall.
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Post by Yukio Kami on Feb 2, 2021 14:04:25 GMT -4
Yukio Kami & Jasmine Noir
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Some of the team members had already finished everything they had to do in the locker rooms and left the gymnasium for the Tokyo Central High bus parked in front of school they were visiting - Shun Matsumoto, Mitsuki Yoshida, Gakuto Suzuki, Daiki Nakano and the head coach Yuuto Ishida were all, technically, already outside of Kokuten High's grounds, while Maki Aragaki - the first year manager - stayed in the court helping with cleaning up. Meanwhile, Kento Kobayashi, Masaki Takahashi, Osamu Ito and, of course, Yukio Kami were still in the locker room - Yukio already fully dressed in the school's uniform and talking to Masaki, who was getting dressed himself; Osamu drying off in a towel after just getting off the shower and Kento happily singing while still letting the hot water fall on top of him. "You wanna go to the arcade later? Me and some of the guys were thinking about going", said Masaki. "Yeah, sure, I'll just have to take off early. Need to be at the Black Cat at 8pm.""Uh, does that cute girl still work there with you?""Keiko? Yeah yeah, you wouldn't believe what she did the other night (...)"Yukio began telling Masaki about Shinme, his request and Keiko's reaction to it, which made Masaki burst out laughing while he imagined the scenario detailed by the first year setter. Soon Osamu joined the conversation, where they moved on to talk about where to meet in Akihabara, at what time and all of that. Then... "Oie, Kento, hurry, we only have five minutes to be on the bus!", yelled Yukio in order for the second year student to hear despite the sound of the running water. "Hai, hai, Yukio-chan, I'm almost done", he replied with the voice of someone who definitely wasn't almost done. "It's always the same thing... Why do we wait for him...", Osamu let out with a sigh, already dreading what the coach was going to say to them. "Because if we didn't then he would never come out at all", reminded Masaki, who spoke from the experience of his first year with Kento where they forgot the boy inside a school in Shizuoka. CRASH!
It wasn't near them, but it was still easy to make out that windows had just exploded in the school's main building. Kento turned off the water. Yukio, Masaki and Osamu stayed in silence, looking around in a confusion that replaced any panic. "W-What was that?", asked Osamu. "I... I don't know, but it seemed like-""-windows breaking. Yeah, those were windows breaking", Yukio concluded, completing Masaki's sentence for him. "That's weird... Isn't it?", asked again Osamu. "Hey, hey, hey, I told you guys I was nearly finished, no need to break stuff", said Kento as he appeared with only a towel around his waist. The door of the locker room opened loudly and abruptly. It was an adult dressed like a teacher. "Get in the court, it's an emergency!"Before the boys could say anything, the older man went off in a rush, in the direction of the other locker. "Okay, this is super strange! I-I don't like it!", Osamu raised his voice, letting his normal anxiety take control of him. "Calm down, let's just do as he said", said Yukio, assuming the lead, being followed by Masaki, Osamu and Kento... who was still only wearing the towel. When they got in the court, they were... surprised, to say the least. It was full with students of Kokuten High instead of just some members of the volleyball team they just played. Just by looking in a general way it was easily noticeable that there were more than two hundred students in there, most likely almost all of the students present at the school grounds at that time. "What the...", Masaki said, his eyes wide opened. "It's just like that dream I always have!", said Kento, still weirdly happy. The other three boys looked at him. "What? It's true! Barely naked in all my glory in the middle of an entire school! Whoa, do you think that's my hidden Quirk? Dreams into reality?" The fear and worry suddenly got replaced with a collective laugh, not only from the Tokyo High boys but also from the many students - boys and girls - from Kokuten that were near them and listened to what Kento had said. He surely didn't have a Quirk, but his power was definitely being the best friend he could be, knowing how and when to make everyone ease off in his unique way. "I'm going to try and find out what's happening, okay?"His friends nodded and off Yukio went, moving his way across the bodies and voices that filled the court in look of someone very specific. "Aragaki-san! You're here! Are you okay?"
"Kami-san! Yes! And you and the other boys?"
"We're fine, we're fine", he calmed down for a bit now that he had found her, "But what is going on in here? Is it because of that noise?", he asked in reference to the glass shattering. "I only know what I heard some of the teachers here whispered about...", there was obvious fear in the girl that was also in the same class as him, her red eyes shining as if her worry was enough to almost make her cry.
"Maki...?""There's a Quirker in the school, they were saying that it might be a villain...""What?", Yukio had to make a conscious effort for his voice not to shake as he wanted to show the girl that everything was going to turn out well. "Yukio... I'm scared...""Don't worry, I'm sure Heroes are gonna come and solve it, no one is going to get hurt!""B-But... B-But what if they're late... W-What if the Villain gets here before them... And... And... Matsumoto-san and Ishida-sama, t-they... they' are still out there..."Yukio went pale when he listened to those last words. "What do you mean? They went to the bus, right? They're safe."It was at this point that Maki couldn't hold in the tears any longer. "E-Everyone else is, b-but... but... K-Kokuten's coach asked Ishida-sama to v-visit his office a-and Shun volunteered to accompany them and... a-and... I-I can't find them here..." A million thoughts rushed through the boy's mind...
"The others are back there, Kento is pretty hard to miss. Go meet them, okay?", he said to her in a soft voice, his palms touching her shoulders in reassurance. "W-What about you?""I'll be there in a minute. I'm going to find some help, okay?", a smile on his face. Maki nodded and followed his instructions. As soon as she did so, Yukio made him disappear in the crowd and, in a sneaking manner, made his way out of the gymnasium, going straight into the school's main building. A million thoughts rushed through the boy's mind, but only one mattered:
"Go."Notes: Esketit. Words: 1149 Tags: Jasmine Noir |
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Post by Jasmine Noir on Feb 17, 2021 9:03:53 GMT -4
Just another day.
This was supposed to be just another day. No surprises were planned. No bullshit was on the menu. Jasmine actually had it all planned out. Morning routine. Breakfast. Class. Work at the police. Patrol with Mia. Go to arts class. Work on her music. Go back to Yumi's place. Spend the night. Rinse and repeat. It was just supposed to be... Another. Regular. Day. Just. Like. Every. Day...
Apparently whatever asshole Gods were up and about at this dumbass hour had other plans.
Shitheads.
Jasmine's internal bitching aside though the girl was really starting to struggle against the surprisingly strong grip this kid had. She still couldn't exactly figure out what held her pinned like this. It was clearly his quirk... but what kind of quirk was this? Telekinesis? Something biological? Rin could've probably done the exact same thing this guy was doing just by controlling her blood. Now that Jasmine thought about it Rin could've probably done a whole range of nasty things to her if she ever wanted to, which got the girl a little worried. Normally the black and gold haired lass could handle a lot of things but against a quirk with so many question marks attached to it, one that was strong enough to pin her down? Yeah, things weren't looking too good initially.
And that was without taking into account the three hostages this kid had.
What the hell even happened here?
Bullying gone wrong?
Certainly looked like it.
Then why the hell didn't this kid do something earlier? Based on how mad he was Jasmine could tell whatever bullying was happening has been happening for quite some time -- which aside the fact that it was stupidly unfortunate made her wonder why the hell did this kid wait so long to do something when he had this strong of a quirk?
Bright azures widened when she found her answer once the kid raised his hand. Blackened veins.
M.A.R.I.N.E.?!
"Talk?... You want me to talk?! NOW?!" Jasmine grunted in pain once his hand came down, a wave of force crashing down against her form so hard the wall behind her begun to crack under the pressure. "I talked! Nobody listened! He-... He-..."
He?, Jasmine thought to herself, a singular eye open to watch as she struggled to breathe through the pressure pressing against her chest.
Unfortunately for Jasmine the would-be villain of tonight's festivities wasn't going to go on a long rant about his master plan or what had gotten him in this situation to begin with. "Now... now I don't care if they listen or don't," the kid, no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, added lowly, venom in his voice as he directed a harsh glare to one of his older bullies, all three of them pinned against the floor much in the same way Jasmine was against the wall... problem was they weren't as hardened as she was. If Jasmine didn't do something quick they'd likely get crushed.
"Damn it, stop!" Jasmine growled out, trying to buy time. "There's gotta-"
"It came from up here!" Both Jasmine and the quirker froze. While this could end up being the distraction she needed to do something it could also turn out to put civilians in danger. When the quirker began to walk out of the classroom and into the hallway Jasmine prayed it was the former. Azure eyes glanced towards the stairwell as everything stilled around her, the tension almost palpable.
Dread washed over her when she realized it was the latter.
Of course those very same fucking Gods from before had to spit in her face one more damn time.
The quirker's hand begun to rise the second three people came into view. Two adults. One kid. Damn it! Jasmine roared inwardly as she tapped into every single instinct available at her disposal. She had never tried activating Phase Rush so quickly before but at this point it was do or die. Energies flared inside her, heating her up to the point she almost lost consciousness... yet she managed to press on. Eyes closed and immediately reopened, radiating an electrifying blue energy that threatened to pierce with its glare alone.
The sudden burst of energy gave Jasmine enough strength to break out of the quirker's hold. She was confident in her speed but she couldn't be certain attacking would protect at the same time. Too many question marks. So, instead... the girl opted for defense. With all of the speed her body could muster the girl launched herself along the hallway like a lightning bolt, beaming forward in a direct line between the quirker and the three civilians.
Whatever the quirker did it impacted her like a freight train.
Jasmine howled in pain as the blow hit her, almost knocking her out on the spot. Her body crashed onto the ground, bouncing helplessly for a few meters before finally stopping. She coughed, grunted, wheezed and panted, feeling her entire body go numb. Whatever attempt at getting back up to her feet was made failed within the first few seconds. Dazed, the only thing Jasmine was able to do was turn over her shoulder to the three new people in the area and utter one singular word that, while nothing more than a whisper, felt like a deafening order one had to absolutely obey.
"Run."
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Post by Yukio Kami on Feb 19, 2021 13:47:42 GMT -4
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Responsibility [attr="class","reasonbod"]"What am I doing?"
His legs were moving on their own, as if he had no control over them. Sprinting through the hallways and floors of a school foreign to him he found his senses and instincts to be sharp, even if at the same time a deep anxiety was rooting itself in his stomach.
"Damn it, what am I doing?"
Yes, what was he doing? He didn't know, he honestly did not. It was just an urge he had never felt before, a scream that commanded him to act once he knew the ones he cared for were in danger. Would that have happened if Shun and coach Ishida were safe inside the gymnasium or already outside the school like the others? Who knows, maybe not, but at that moment it didn't matter a lot - he was moving because he had to help them... no, because he needed to.
The first floor was clear and so was the second. School material scattered on the ground, classroom doors left open, but no one there, only the remains that told a story of students and teachers alike running for safety left there. Only the third floor of the building was left and, since he hadn't run into no one yet, that meant it was a worst case scenario: both villain and the ones he was looking for would be there.
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"I wonder what I did to deserve such a good son", a distant memory came to his mind, the voice of the mother he missed so much.
"It's just my responsibility!", a young Yukio replied.
"Well, (...)"
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He ran up the stairs on the north side and, as soon as he got to the third floor, sounds of commotion could be heard from the opposite side, the south one. With no second thought, his body continued to do his own thing and led him to what was ground zero.
"Really, what am I doing?"
He was almost arriving. He could feel the pressure in the air, the pressure that surely all people who had Quirks and actually used them for the better of society probably felt all the time. But, just as he was about to turn around the corner…
"What do you mean run, just get up and fight!", the raspy voice yelled in defiance and echoed in the hallway.
"Matsumoto-san, quiet down, let's just go", the older man said, having to grab the boy by the arms in order to stop him from moving forward.
"Yes, let's do as Yaksha is saying...", a second adult said as he slowly backed away with the other two.
Stopping immediately and pressing his back against the wall while peeping at the hallway, Yukio recognized it straight away. It was them - Shun and coach Ishida, with Kokuten's coach alongside them. Since they were alone in the office they probably didn't get warned about the Quirker and then, as they heard more noise, they must've gone to the source in order to help, thinking it was just a regular accident or confusion between students... definitely not that.
The anxiety that had taken roots was growing and growing, taking over every system as more and more adrenaline kicked in.
"What can I do... What am I even doing..."
"Why... Why...", the source of all that trouble mumbled almost in pain himself, left hand aiming at Yaksha with the purpose of keeping her pressured down with his Quirk and eyes focused on his right hand, as if thinking whether or not using it again, "Why is it that even now no one sees my side... Why is it that only that person understood me...", the veins on his neck were popping, a dark fluid visibly running through them.
"Let me go coach, we can't leave her here alone like that!", the kid yelled even more passionately, now with the Kokuten teacher also grabbing him in order to help Ishida get all three of them out of there.
“What do I do… What do I do…”
He wanted to help them, but they couldn’t know. They couldn’t know who he really was. He was that selfish. He wanted to help, but he also wanted a future that would allow his mother’s spirit to rest easy wherever it was.
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“Well, then make sure you still are as good to others as you are to me, okay?”, she said, the warmest of smiles on her face.
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“I guess it’s just as he said… If they can do anything to me…”, the boy whose glasses were now cracked from the force building up from his own quirk took a quick look at the three boys lying on the floor of the classroom to his right as he said the previous words, “... then I might just do anything to anyone else too.”
He began slowly raising his right hand in the direction of the three bystanders that the U.A. students had just protected, his left still keeping her pinned to the floor.
“I’m sorry”, the broken voice of a broken kid that showed true regret at the same time that it also showed he understood that, in his eyes, he had already gone too far to go back.
He was about to blast them away. They knew they couldn’t do a damn thing about it. Even worse, the hero also knew that neither she or them couldn’t do a damn thing about it. Praying for non-serious injuries would be the best, but just that. It was over.
Until it wasn’t.
Right before the Quirker’s motion was complete, an object surrounded by what could be described as a blue aura crashed against his back at full-speed, immediately preventing him from damaging Shun and the volleyball coaches while also releasing his hold on the future Hero. The object - a desk - didn’t however stop its tracks by hitting the misguided teen: with its speed and momentum it kept going in the commanded direction it was being guided, pushing the boy alongside it and removing him from that hallway.
“C’mon, we go now”, Ishida said, taking advantage of that miracle to force Shun down the stairs.
“T-Thank you, Yaksha!”, said the Kokuten coach who, without the U.A. student’s knowledge, was a fan of hers.
It was now only the girl in that corridor, with the three bullies inside the nearest classroom.
In the meanwhile…
“Why do people just keep showing up…”, the boy said between his grinding teeth, the desk that had led them to that place now broken in pieces by his feet, “... Who are you?”
On the other side of the hallway, in front of the boy, was Yukio, multiple objects - tables, chairs, bags, pencils, etc… - floating next him, all of them surrounded by that blue aura.
“Just someone who needs to be here.”
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Post by Jasmine Noir on Feb 25, 2021 8:25:23 GMT -4
"What do you mean run, just get up and fight!"
I'm trying, goddamnit! Jasmine growled but decidedly didn't say anything as she glared holes at the approaching Quirker. Every singular instinct screamed at her much along the same lines the kid behind her did but her body just wouldn't listen. Whatever this guy did to her had sunken in deep. She felt it in her very bones, her joints aching up a storm to the point that it felt like she was creaking each time she moved. Telekinesis? Vibrations? Jasmine couldn't tell. At this point it felt like a mixture of everything annoying and then some was thrown into a blender and given to this vindictive kid on a silver platter to do with what he saw fit, which in this case reminded her of what she used to see in the American news on the daily.
Fucking... hell...! Jasmine's eyes began to redden, some modicum of anger finally beginning to prickle at her psyche. Spurred on by the wild energies swirling within the girl sparks started to emerge from the pores of her skin, steadily encircling her arms in a show of strength meant to resemble how a wild cat would hiss at her attacked to tell them to back off. She didn't want to hurt this kid, nor did she want to destroy any part of the school... but goddamnit if she had to do it to protect the three guys behind her she damn well would. If-
The black and gold haired heroine's eyes widened as object of all manner began to animate, flying around the hall in a circular motion which ended up dragging the quirker with them. Jasmine quickly bowed her head low to the ground and took cover as the danger had all but been carried away by some unknown force. What the fuck?
"That.... wasn't me," Jasmine spoke under her breath, azure eyes watching the area where the Quirker was forced to round a corner.
Whatever force the Quirker held her down with had all but disappeared together with him. The girl hefted a heavy breath as she collected herself, all while trying to figure out what the fuck just happened. Blue aura. Flying objects. Obviously someone else was in the area with them, someone who wasn't exactly on the Quirker's side. Also obviously someone who Jasmine owed her thanks to, if she guessed correctly.
The civilians left. The Quirker was preoccupied. Jasmine groaned as she stood back up, her joints still very much suffering from the aftermath of the attack she ate. Stumbling a little, Jasmine forced herself to limp over to the classroom where the three supposed bullies were held. Supporting her weight with her shoulder against the doorframe, Jasmine heaved another breath, feeling quite irritated with how little of the Quirker's assault she was able to actively combat without going supernova. Her eyes scanned the perimeter. They were there. Conscious. A little hurt, but otherwise okay.
"Oi, you three," Jasmine spoke, calling for their attention. Her voice held no sympathy. No warmth. If what she guessed was correct none of the three deserved it. Hell had she not been in the hero position that she was she would've likely just let the Quirker do what he wanted with them. "Can you stand?"
"Y-yeah..." One of the three spoke up. "That freak got us good but-"
He shut himself up the second he saw Jasmine's wild glare go from an electric blue to a flaming crimson.
"Not one. More. Fucking. Word." the girl snarled, and honestly had she been in a better mood she might've laughed at how they looked like they were about to actually shit themselves. "Get up and get the hell out of here. This ain't done yet."
The three didn't argue. With how positively livid Jasmine looked it didn't seem like she'd take no for an answer. Or anything for an answer, honestly. Much to her delight they left within the next few seconds, giving Jasmine a few brief moments she needed to get herself sorted. Her brows furrowed as she grasped the wrist of her right arm with her left hand. She clenched her teeth... and pulled.
Crack.
A soft whimper left Jasmine's lips as she fixed her dislocated shoulder, exhaling a sharp breath seconds later. "Never gets any fucking easier," Jasmine swore under her breath before pushing off of the wall.
Now, where the fuck did that guy go?
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Post by Yukio Kami on Mar 7, 2021 11:23:25 GMT -4
[attr="class","reason"] [attr="class","reasonbg"] [attr="class","reasonbig"]Kami Yukio [attr="class","reasonsmall"]featuring Noir Jasmine
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Responsibility [attr="class","reasonbod"]"Calm down", he repeated and repeated to himself, "Just keep calm."
He had never done anything like that in his life and as such he was obviously nervous: he was just a high schooler with no proper training figuring out what to do on the fly, a kid pretending to be an adult. But that sensation, that adrenaline... it burned something deep within him, even if he didn't realize it.
"Grrrrrrrrr", the other boy continued to loudly grind his teeth in pain, now coiling up a bit while he touched his neck as if he was making sure that the black liquid hadn't popped his veins yet, "Why do you Heroes are only now paying attention... If you had showed up sooner then maybe... Maybe I wouldn't h-"
His words got interrupted by his own pain, the sentence cut short by a scream of agony that would've surely been heard in the entire floor. On his knees now, he threw up blood that looked much darker than usual. Yukio looked at him and, despite the situation, could only feel sorry. He was just now noticing how fragile that boy really was: pale, skinny, weak... and more importantly, that he was wearing a student's uniform.
"Hey", he began taking steps in the direction of the boy, the objects affected by Blue Motion following him, "Are you okay?", he asked, reaching him out with his right hand, offering to help the other Quirker up.
"J-Just... Just... Just get away!"
He screamed and a big blast followed, Yukio able to basically nullify its impact on him by placing the objects he was manipulating between him and the blunt force of the other's Quirk, the consequence being that he was simply pushed back to the place he was standing previously. Now with Blue Motion not active on anything, he simply stood still while he watched the other boy get back up.
"I can't get your help now", he streched his arm, pointing the palm of his hand in Yukio's direction, "It's too late for that".
Another invisible blast going his way, one powerful enough to crack the walls as it moved forward. Yukio jumped to the side, sheltering himself by going into the classroom in which he had went into minutes ago to touch the table that ended up saving Shun, the coaches and that other girl. He was now on the ground, hiding with his back against the wall to the right of the door.
"You can't keep going like this, I can see that you're at your limit!"
The boy kept marching down the hall. Unknown to him, Yukio was touching something that lit up with a blue aura.
He had a plan and as such he awaited the perfect moment... He just needed a distraction.
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Post by Jasmine Noir on Mar 29, 2021 15:46:14 GMT -4
Despite still being in pain Jasmine was able to catch her breath. With a hand on the wall she centered herself, a low grunt escaping her. She shut her eyes closed and rubbed her eyelids, shaking her head with mild annoyance. The girl couldn't remember the last time she had been caught off guard this badly. Screw going on the back foot, Jasmine felt like she'd been laid out on the interstate to act as roadkill for a thousand trucks on rush hour. What's worse was that she still couldn't pin-point what exactly that kid's quirk was beyond just 'telekinetic bullshit' that she had no feasible way to deal with. She didn't want to hurt him either -- from what little information she could gather the 'villain' in question was nothing more than a victim being exploited by opportunistic assholes. To what end? She couldn't tell. It sucked either way.
What pissed her off even more was that she had been saved by something- no, someone. Within that brief moment where Yaksha threw her body in the middle of the fray to shield the three civilians unlucky enough to find themselves there, the kid had been thrown about the whole damn hallway like a rag doll surrounded by school desks and chairs alike. Jasmine huffed a breath; she hated owing people but at this point she figured repaying the favor was common courtesy... y'know, besides the fact that they had a possibly dying quirker to take care of.
Luckily for the student her enhanced senses were enough for her to be able to pick up two separate voices. One was the quirker, his voice sounding pained. That didn't surprise her. Quirk enhancing drugs, whatever they were, often lead to some massive side effects. She assumed that the second voice belonged to her savior, but... shit, he didn't seem much older than the quirker. She needed to move fast.
Willing her own body to move, Jasmine warmed herself up through the use of her quirk. C2N14x begun coursing through her veins, acting like the substitute to a shot of adrenaline. Feeling quickly returned to her limbs, the dizziness which marred her before quickly fading into just a small prickle in the back of her head. Fuck that was going to sting later. Steeling herself, Jasmine shot off of her feet, dashing down the hallways and rounding corners as fast as a bullet.
The moment Yaksha rounded the last corner, she saw it. Two boys, around their teens. The quirker was in pain, yet preparing an attack. The other? A dark haired kid who quickly dashed into an adjacent classroom. She couldn't get a good read on him but the energies surrounding him matched what she'd seen when the quirker had been taken away.
Jasmine clicked her tongue before launching herself at the quirker. She couldn't let him put more lives at risk.
"Peek-a-boo!" she yelled once she was close, pushing one of her hands forward. A small yet massively bright explosion erupted from the palm of her hand, covering the area in what looked like a stunning blast of light as her flash bang went off. Using an explosion at her feet Jasmine flipped in the air, both of her hands reaching out from above in an attempt to grapple the quirker to the floor. If she was successful, Jasmine would pin him to the floor with all of her weight and strength... and if the kid needed to use his hands to be able to properly use his quirk, he'd effectively be taken out of the fight. The day would end. The good ending. All that nice nonsense.
Or will it?
Fuck, Jasmine. Don't jinx it.
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