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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2018 12:55:09 GMT -4
 Sora Azuma Villain || The Heir/Kurr || New Half Why? Why did he have to come here today? A military showcase? For quirkers? If anyone that worked for the military figured out he had ties to a Yakuza family, he would be arrested, interrogated and possibly get his entire family in trouble. He managed to get in with his fake Quirk of Human Explosion, but that got him a direct escort to the Armory. Guess they had some suits that could deal with bombs.
He had already spent an hour here and was starting to figure out what his father wanted him to come her for. There were arms and armament he could test out and see if they could use it or not for the family. Since they had a near free range on testing anything, he soon found himself in the firing line testing out an automatic rifle. His shots were kind of all over the place, but at least they all hit the target. The line Sgt. was not impressed with that, but rather how he handled it afterward. Taking a look in the chamber. the quick removal of the magazine and how snappy and precise each movement was to disarm himself.
As the SGt walked over to him, he placed his hand on Sora's shoulder. "Azuma isn't it? You wouldn't happen to be related to..."
That was all he needed, heck he felt if he didn't move before that last word was said, he had no chance of escape. Dropping the rifle he made a dash through the crowd. Crowd running was one of his specialties particularly because of one thing.
Pushing through a large crowd, he ducked his head a bit so he was completely hidden and activated his quirk, Dropping height and weight, his button up shirt and pants switched to a red vest and blue jean shorts. His now very feminine form accidentially caught the hand of one fo the crowd and pulled her along around the corner of the tent. After stopping she stopped and took a deep breath. She then let go of the hand. "Sorry about that. I didn't mean to get you dragged along." Standing fully up she offered a sweet smile and clasped her hands together. |
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Post by Jasmine Noir on Aug 29, 2018 18:54:48 GMT -4
Jasmine wasn't always someone who valued training. More often than not she'd be the person throwing herself into the fray without any prior training at all. Trial by fire was her way of learning things, and she had found that, while she did make a lot of mistakes, that was a surefire way for her to learn new things. It wasn't until coming to Yuuei and fucking up pretty damn bad a couple of times that she started to find the value in prior preparation. Thus she had been training herself rigorously day in and day out, often three times within the span of fourteen hours, dedicating herself to her training regimes and proper diets. She had eventually asked the principal for help and, while you couldn't exactly consider it as help in the traditional sense, he did give her a training regime that she had been following borderline religiously. Then there was their homeroom teacher. Her methods were... different, to say the least, but they had an effectiveness to them that Jaz couldn't entirely say was unwelcome. It had given her a sense of control over her quirk she hadn't felt before and it was a welcome breath of fresh air to know that she could blow up a bottle on top of a box without destroying everything within a ten meter radius.
On top of this, almost as though it was a stroke of extremely good fortune, the military had announced that they would be helping students train even further. Sure, the premise wasn't exactly that. It was to test a "quirker's" capabilities against armed ranks, but the idea of it in Jasmine's head was a simple opportunity: test herself against those who were trained to fight and learn from the experienced. She had jumped aboard the ship almost immediately, partaking in sparring matches and training regimes fit for the most apt of soldiers.
She had been on her way to another sparring match at exactly this point, already in her training gear, ready to let loose a little. Some of the program included hand to hand combat against Lieutenant Hideaki - somebody she kept hearing good things about. The guy was apparently an MMA powerhouse and the blonde lioness had found herself practically salivating at the opportunity. That is... until she was pulled aside and drug to fuck knows where by fuck knows who. She couldn't even get a word in as she was dragged along for the ride, her face an almost literal question mark.
After the whole charade ended, Jaz had a mountain of questions on her mind. Honestly she didn't even care that it happened. She just wanted to know why she was caught by some random ass girl and forced to run off to the ass-end of the compound, "Okay... why did this happen? You in some kind of trouble?" She asked, genuinely curious. It wasn't every day somebody borderline kidnapped you, after all. And this felt like something that would make on hell of a story. Probably. Maybe. Man she hoped it would.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2018 9:32:54 GMT -4
 Sora Azuma Villain || The Heir/Kurr || New Half Looking to the blonde girl she rubbed the back of her own head lightly. "I'm so sorry. This guy with a gun was trying to grab me and my instincts told me to run like crazy. My quirk isn't really the kind that saves so I came here looking to see kind of way to defend myself from creeps like that. I guess I must have accidentily grasped when the palm of my hand hit yours." It was a mostly true statement. The reason her insticts reacted were because of her criminal life, not so much that the guy was a creep. Well he could have been a creep. What type of guy was that fascinated with the barrels of rifles anyways? That settled it. Her statement was 100% true.
"My name is Sora. How can I make it up to you?" She clasped her hands in a slightly pleading manner trying to get on the girl's good graces. This American woman was as tall as when she was male. And...Standing at nearly eye height with her curves suddenly made Sora feel flat chested. So unfair these Americans. Her lilac eyes were gorgeous as well. Not as goregeous and Leviatha's, but they were quite a lovely shade of purple. She seemed like the type that could handle her own in a fight. Best not to make her an enemy. She just hopes she can hold on to this form before her time limit runs out.
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Post by Jasmine Noir on Sept 2, 2018 5:48:02 GMT -4
Jaz just blinked several times, a little dumbfounded. Okay, military camp, guns, scary guys - all of that made sense, but... why in the hell was one of those people trying to actually grab this girl? Had she fucked up somehow? Speaking of, she didn't seem recognizable, either. Well, it wasn't like the blonde lioness knew every single person at Yuuei, but the girl had a photographic memory - she could recognize most of the students as she had seen them once or twice in the past even if she didn't know their names. This girl, though. Who the heck was she?
"Uh-huh, that... huh," she offered, her natural skepticism coming out to play. There were simply quite a few things that the blonde just wasn't convinced of and thus a sense of suspicion that was an intrinsic part of Jasmine had begun showing. Then again, another part of her had begun telling her she was overthinking things - they were in a military camp, how dangerous could this girl really be?
"Sora," she repeated, "my name's Jasmine. A pleasure, really. Even if this is a little... weird," she added. She had half the mind to simply leave this be, offer a lazy salute and be on her way, but... then Sora had to go and offer the magic word. Jaz was a little hungry, she couldn't lie, " Well," she began, a smile spreading across her face as she folded her arms below her breasts, "I am feeling a little hungry."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 5, 2018 20:04:50 GMT -4
Sora Azuma Villain || The Heir/Kurr || New Half Sora smiled as Jasmine seemed to allow her to treat her to lunch. "Alright! Lunch is my treat! The Mess tent should be just over here." She placed her hands on the back of her head and lead the way. She could see a bit of doubt on Jasmine's face. If she had to guess she didn't recognize her. That was a good thing. At least for as long as she could hold this shape, she could get enough doubt to disappear in the crowd.
Sora turned around and walked backwards through the crowd. A little carefree but she wanted to try and get this girl to settle down. At least until after lunch. "I'm guessing you are from that Hero School. Must be pretty nice to have a powerful quirk and be a daylight hero." She was lucky enough for others to notice her walking and weren't waling into her, but she did stumble a couple times on the uneven ground. She refused to walk like a normal person down the street though.
"Mine isn't all that great for combat, so Papa won't let me apply. This is like the only chance I get to meet other quirkers." With another smile , she stopped, turned and walked right next to the blonde woman. |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 28, 2018 17:04:12 GMT -4
Jaz = 7*2 = 14 exp
other participant archived
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Post by Esperia on Sept 28, 2018 21:57:26 GMT -4
EXP awarded~
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