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Post by Hayley Reid on Oct 15, 2018 18:58:41 GMT -4
Guns? Shells? Cannons? A freaking railgun? Hayley could not have been more convinced. She perked up a little at this, but the mention of Yumi meant that her smile was not as wide as it could have been. Yumi was the redheaded class president with tits the size of Ethiopia. It was no wonder Darren would want to spend time with her, and for some reason this made her sink on the inside.
Hayley snapped out of it as Darren brought up food. She felt her stomach rumble, then, which sent jolts of panic surging through her that she hoped did not show. She rapidly nodded her head. “Food. Yes. Food is a very good idea.”
For more reasons than Darren would ever know, if she could help it. If she did not eat three times as much as a normal human to keep both herself and her swarm sated, her swarm would go hunting for food of their own volition – and they were not too picky about whether their meat was human or not. An awful fact about her Quirk she hoped the world never had to witness in action.
She started off in search of the legendary ramen stand but barely made it a step when Darren’s next words froze her to the spot.
She had always known, deep down, it was inevitable that he would ask why she now attended UA. He was the only classmate she had met before she attended the school and she had made it quite clear she had not wanted to go there at the time. How things changed.
“Well, you know, people change their minds all the time!” She shrugged her shoulders in a way she hoped was convincing but knew probably was not. At all.
…Damn it.
She looked away, grimacing, a distant look now in her eyes. “Alright, fine. I used to be a vigilante, okay? When you met me at the bar that time I still was. I’m actually wearing my old outfit right now besides the helmet I had, ‘cause it’s too damn badass. Anyway, my dad was a big vigilante himself way back before Pro Heroes were a major thing: Beetle Battler. He trained me to follow in his footsteps, but…”
Again the images pierced her mind of the circus in disarray and the horrified onlookers gathered around one crushed tent in particular. She shuddered in the present. “Let’s just say I found out the hard way I couldn’t do it. So I accepted that I need UA. The principal kinda knew my dad when he was doing his vigilante stuff so getting in was easier than I thought it was gonna be. But I’m not my dad and I gotta accept that.”
Eventually.
“...So, anyway, how about that food?”
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Post by Daimon Darren on Oct 17, 2018 15:47:33 GMT -4
Maybe Hayley really was out of it. She seemed lost in thought again when when he brought up his shooting range adventures with Yumi. Did she have some sort of gun-related PTSD? Nah, impossible, not Hayley, he thought. No way in hell that girl is afraid of guns. So what is it that had her so pensive? He often got the feeling he wanted to know the biker girl better these days, and when she was brooding like that, his curiosity was piqued even further.
But first things first: food. He nodded as well as he steered their steps in the direction of the stand, sharing the sentiment that food was a very good idea, his cold blue eyes scrutinizing his friend, the delinquent too preoccupied with his new hobby of trying to figure out what Hayley was thinking to register or care about her stomach grumbling. The usual Darren would have poked fun at her endlessly, but the usual Darren was not in control of Darren’s body right now.
The Darren in charge was the one that wanted to know more about Hayley. He was the newest Darren around these parts, green enough that he was still being hazed by the other Darrens, and it was also the one who thought of asking her this last question: What was she doing at hero school?
Her first answer reeked of horseshit from a mile away, with the uncomfortable shrug and a hint of a liar’s tremolo in her voice. He gave her a look that said exactly two words: No sell. She seemed to understand, as she turned her head, grimacing, looking in the distance, and she finally sated Darren’s curiosity.
And boy, was it satiated in all the right ways, at first. He learned a crucial piece of information; it was that badassness ran in Hayley’s family, as her dad was none other than one of the big publicly known vigilantes from when he was a kid. Darren had fond memories of sneaking into the computer room with his friends in elementary school to look at hero videos online. Beetle Battler was often featured in those.
“Holy shit, Beetle Battler is your dad? That’s amazing! Didn’t he…” The delinquent stopped himself abruptly, realizing just in time what he was about to say. Empathy wasn’t his forte, but he wasn’t devoid of it either. “He was a great hero.” It was all Darren could find to say. He felt very dumb for a second.
He decided not to press it when she said she found out “the hard way” she couldn’t do it alone. It was a rare thing, but Darren was embarrassed with the slip-up he almost committed earlier. He scratched his scruffy blonde hair, fishing around his brain for something nice to say.
He found nothing. Darren wasn’t used to saying nice things. He went with the first thing that crossed his head.
“Well, you certainly aren’t your dad. He wasn’t as cute.”
For a blissful moment, he didn’t realize what he just said, and then it hit him. Another Darren took command inside his brain -- there were lots of different Darrens in his brain, and they all tried to wrench control away from each other when he was panicking, which had happen the day he met Yumi and was happening again. This Darren was the one that he channeled when he made fun of cutesy crap, and right now it was making fun of himself. It turned his cheeks red for a second before the other Darrens inside Darren’s head booted him, and another (barely) more competent Darren took command.
It was Hungry Darren, and he was the right man for the job. He pushed a totally anatomically correct lever inside Darren’s brain, which caused his stomach to grumble, because that’s how biology works.
“Damn, I guess I’m hungry as hell too!” he exclaimed, a little too loud and a little too hurriedly compared to his usual tone. Thankfully, the ramen stand was in view, so he started trotting towards the cart, a last-ditch attempt to change the subject.
And what better way to take your mind off these kinds of thoughts than eating food together in close proximity to each other?
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Post by Hayley Reid on Oct 20, 2018 13:56:20 GMT -4
Hayley felt a surge of pride at Darren’s amazed reaction to her father, despite it all. She nodded her head in agreement, even managing to smile again slightly.
“Yeah,” she said. “He was. Dad was one of the best ever, without a doubt.”
So good she had been convinced he was nothing short of invincible - something she had, again, discovered the hard way was not the slightest bit true at all. As great as her father had been, he had still not been good enough to survive the battle with those Yakuza.
And the less said about her mother, the woman driven insane by her own cannibalistic Quirk whom her father had tried and failed to help, the better. Mainly because her Quirk had inherited those cannibalistic traits, and she really very much doubted Darren needed to know about that.
Hence the urgent need for food.
Whatever she was going to say next was lost as Darren called her cute, her words instead coming out a bit like osadjdmslakdnga. Her face turned redder than a Dwarf star.
She only found her ability to speak again when he mentioned food, but even then she could not look at him.
“Food!” she cried. “Food is good!”
She took off in the direction of the ramen stand without waiting for Darren to follow her.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 25, 2018 6:57:24 GMT -4
Darren 92 exp
Hayely 50 exp
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