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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2018 18:34:58 GMT -4
”Wooo!” was the guttural bellow that erupted out of the American’s mouth as shadow tendrils whipped out and smashed his two latest opponents to the ground in heaps. Both of them were soldiers with some armor on and melee weapons, but they like most of the men who came before them couldn’t get a touch in on Alex. He was improving and getting much better at timing his attacks and reacting to things before they happened. After sparring training with the likes of Darren and Risaka who could both go speeds that normal humans couldn’t touch it was almost like some of these goons were moving in slow motion to him. The more skilled ones were still a challenge, but the more average ones were almost comically easy to shit on at this point.
That last round was the fifth go around, and the boy was starting to get tired and after the bout ended he walked off to the edge of the arena to get some heat packs to press against his body to make sure he didn’t get too cold too early on. He could already feel his body starting to cool off, so he made sure to get rid of the cold feeling as quickly as he could. He was also starting to get tired, but normally his body became an ice cube before his body actually gave out so that was not too much of an issue at the present. He still had a couple more rounds in him as long as those rounds were short. He had one marathon round in him left, probably, before he would either have to go to spectating or do something less physically intensive for a while.
Red eyes surveyed the area around him as his last opponents scraped themselves off the ground and walked off the field. He had basically commandeered this grassy training area for a while, and was happily using the shadows from the grass for each fight. It was reliable and while it wasn’t the best due to sudden gusts of wind it was more than workable and forced him to adapt a bit when the shadows shifted due to the sun moving position or wind. There was one kid that he saw wearing a U.A. gym uniform like he was who looked absurdly out of place with some of these killers. He was basically a stick figure trying to prowl around these grounds with his little smart looking glasses and this weird white hair. ”You’ll probably have better luck coming over here, kiddo.” he barked out at the poor guy. ”Some of these assholes will put the boots on you for trying to learn, and if you get matched with the wrong one you might actually get some broken bones.” he continued, extremely confident by the meek way that the boy moved and his posture that he wasn’t exactly the fighting type.
An alpha walked with his shoulders back and his head high to accept any challenge. He didn’t see any of that from this kid, and he would get eaten alive if Alex didn’t save him from his own stupidity. He had learned early on that some of these military guys were total shitheads and would take every opportunity to get a sucker punch or a cheap shot in. There were some of them who were pretty solid, but they didn’t seem to exactly frequent the combat area too much. No, this place was designed to have the students of U.A. get injured as some sort of pissing contest he wasn’t exactly privy too. A random, soft first year student didn’t deserve to be subjected to that. Darren and himself could handle it because both of them were from the dredges of society and could handle it much more than some nerd could.
”How much combat experience do you have? I’m not much of a martial artist but I’m down to keep things slower if you need to. I’m not going to try and trick you to put the boots to you like some of these assholes have done to people over the course of this little event.” he asked, his voice getting proportionally less loud the closer the white haired nerd got so to not take after his more obnoxious classmate Kirk. He at least had some filters that he tried to keep on himself, despite popular belief.
He didn’t do this out of the kindness of his own heart, of course. If this idiot got himself injured, it made U.A. weaker and if he got destroyed by some soldiers it also made U.A. look bad. The image of the school was extremely important in an event like this, and if he could prevent the weak from riding out and making an ass of the school and could keep it contained to where only he could really see it… well, that would be an ideal situation. Worst case, if a crowd formed, he could fudge the combat to make the other guy look more impressive than he was. He didn’t know who he was, which likely meant that he was a trash can and not really a threat. He wasn’t worried about throwing him a bone or two if the situation called for it to make sure he looked at least somewhat competent.
There was no glory in smashing people significantly worse, so he wasn’t exactly worried about it. The question was if this scrawny nerd would even have the guts to step into the ring. The American had made it as clear as possible he wasn’t going to go out of his way to pummel the hell out of him, but with someone with that posture the very act of getting into a combat arena might be terrifying for him. Probably some General Studies student, honestly. He couldn’t imagine someone with a physical frame that weak to be part of any hero class. They did enough physical training to make muscles on just about any body, and quite frankly even Aki probably had more muscle pound for pound than this guy.
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Post by Shimizu Haruto on Sept 11, 2018 14:36:36 GMT -4
This, was a huge mistake. In the rankings of bad ideas Haruto had had lately, this one took the cake. It wasn’t even close. Like, what had he even been thinking? Okay, so he knew exactly what he’d been thinking, but that didn’t mean it was sensible! He must have been reading too many comics, for his mind to jump straight from “I got a new power!” To “I should test it out in real combat!” He would just get injured for no reason! It was good that he had come to his senses, before he got into anything he couldn’t handle.
Which was when a voice called to him from across the way. “Eh? Ah, me?” He asked dumbly, even though he was the only one who would look wimpy enough to deserve the words that were spoken. ”Oh no, I’m not... I was just...” Haruto tried to explain that he wasn’t here to fight, just to watch, or something like that, but he found himself ignored. Some people just took things at their own leisure, without stopping to listen to others. But even so, he walked closer- To try and clear up the misunderstanding, if he could, and at least avoid the other fights, if he couldn’t.
”Oh no, I, I don’t.. Fight. I just... I’m trying to learn how to use my quirk better, so, I thought I would come and watch the fighters to see if I could pick something up, that’s all.” It was only half a lie, as his plans had clearly changed when he was entering the field. Seriously, him, take part? A mouse would stand more of a chance! Besides, for all this guy was talking about how others would take advantage of Harutoks naïveté to beat him to a bloody pulp and how he wouldn’t do that, wasn’t that exactly the way a scam artist would talk? No, Haruto had come to his senses, and knew better than to do anything stupid!
Still, it was definitely more comfortable speaking to someone his own age, even if he vaguely remembered this guy fighting two soldiers at once and winning. It was a rather impressive display, and stood out heavily among all the other fights going on. If the two were to actually fight, Haruto knew that the so-called boots would be put on him whether the other meant to or not. Seriously, not only had Haruto never so much as thrown a punch in his life, the voracious impurities that we’re his quirk had eaten away at his body’s foundation since a young age- He had less than nothing going for him! ”I’m, uh, sorry for wasting your time.”
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2018 3:07:52 GMT -4
Some people were just kind of pathetic. It was the way the world worked, because it was hard to be a certified badass if everyone in the world was vying for that title as well. To be exceptional, there had to be normal people. And for there to be normal people, you needed the people who were behind the curve in terms of even pretending to be martially competent. It wasn’t a knock against the nerd, not by any stretch. A society needed office workers to function, and somebody had to do the more skilled labor that glorified thugs like himself were just too dumb to do. It wasn’t like the delinquent was going to grow up to be a doctor, a lawyer, or a rocket scientist in this lifetime. Eggheads were needed for society to function, so it was much more a quick visual assessment rather than a full judgment of worth.
Nerd said he just wanted to watch, and Alex just shrugged his shoulders in response before responding: ”Well, I’m the only quirker in the area right now.” he gestured around to emphasize his point, because most of the time people came in for one match and tapped out halfway. The U.A. students that came before usually left after one or two full rounds, if they made it that far before their quirks reached their limit. One of the great benefits of the delinquent’s quirk was that he could use his quirk for longer than most other people could so he was here for the long haul. ”Fine, what combat style do you want?” he asked in response, being perhaps unusually helpful in this instance. If he could help someone out, that was obviously fine but the chance to raise the stakes a bit and refocus himself for the next bout was even better.
Alex had the tendency to fall into almost like a trance when he did a bunch of these things in a row and basically only acted on instinct after a certain point after he just stopped thinking consciously. That wasn’t necessarily an all bad thing, but it was also something that he couldn’t do in a real fight so the chance to mentally reset himself was an opportunity he wouldn’t pass up. All the fights blurred together in his mind after a while, especially after doing so many of them. ”What type of fight are you looking to spectate, in other words?” he added, being more clear because using ‘style’ might be a little too complex for the guy to understand. The guy was either from 1-B or General Studies, because he definitely didn’t recognize him from a 1A lineup and he never even bothered to look at the names of the people in General Studies. It wasn’t that he didn’t care, but… except, that was exactly it. He didn’t see them as legitimate threats despite the fact that one of them made it into the top ten listing of students. It was a fluke, because the three hero classes couldn’t be that pathetic. It was an anomaly and would be fixed for the second round of voting, just like Rin’s placement at the top which made absolutely no sense.
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Post by Shimizu Haruto on Sept 18, 2018 21:51:16 GMT -4
The only quicker? Well, it seemed that this had been a waste of time after all... Not that he should have expected anything different. Like, was there any other way this played out? He should just be thankful that it hadn’t ended with his face planted into the ground... Yet. But then, he was caught off guard when the other student asked him what fighting style he wanted. “What? Oh...” Caught off guard, Haruto had momentarily forgotten his changed plans. Fighting style, a thing like that, Ikm not sure...” He really hadn’t thought things through. Had the power to control impurities really gotten to his head so quickly? Even if he could use them, he couldn’t even manipulate them that well- What good were they, really?
Although in truth, he had come with the thought of finding that out in mind. It just seemed increasingly unlikely he would get any adequate measurement of it here. Maybe he should have just found a friend to test it out with, like Rin. Rin had already helped him so much, after all. But there was no use crying over spilled milk, and a fish that’s been eaten is difficult to release. And the other had asked a question that sorted out his improperly planned thoughts much more easily. ”Ah, yes, well... Err, it might be easier to show you, instead.” To explain would require a lot of very annoying words that meant very little to anyone... Even if the last time he had attempted to omit the explanation, he had been forced to explain anyways. Well, Rin was likely one of few exceptions.
Which led to the hard part, wherein Haruto drew from his bag a small bottle. Even without reading the label, the prominent skull would well denote the gist of the contents- Heedless to which, Haruto would chug the toxin as though it were an energy drink. As the last of the liquid seeped through the skin around his lips, Haruto grimaced. It figured that poison wouldn’t taste good- Maybe he should find a better source. This, of course, brought to mind the image of himself stopping to chow into a bento box filled with deadly nightshade... And there it was, ”Eurkh”
Compared to the past, this pain was manageable. Mostly because this time, the impurities weren’t roiling around inside his body, looking for a chance to buck loose... He had trained for this, trained his control... He felt the impurities multiplying, felt them interlocking... Felt them flowing through his veins, even as their multiplication raised the pressure of his blood. And so he let the pressure off- Impurities moving from his bloodstream to his pores, flowing over his skin.
To the other, all this would take mere seconds, from Haruto drinking whatever was in that bottle, to some strange black substance coating his bare arms. It was a weird sensation, not exactly sticky, but not quite slimy. Couldn’t be called warm, but certainly not cold. And of course, they felt awfully disgusting. Not the slime itself, necessarily- The tingling, almost painful feeling both inside his body and outside. The feeling of being eaten alive by the product of his own quirk. Really, how long would he even be able to keep this up? Something truly must have gotten into his head!
”Well, see, it’s something like this?” Haruto said, taking the time to demonstrate a little of what the impurities could do- The goo flowing up his arms to his hands, where it would coalesce into a relatively more solid form, albeit lacking the precision to accurately identify whatever it was meant to be. It would come with practice, but, for now it should get the point across that he was able to use the impurities to form a relatively more solid object.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 18, 2018 23:52:42 GMT -4
Yup. Fighting style was too far out of the egghead’s knowledge base so they would dance around what probably should have been a three sentence conversation. When the kid said it would be easier to show rather than tell, the delinquent’s expression became bored until the crazy little fucker pulled out some clearly marked poison. ”Hey buddy,” he started, voice and face suddenly filled with concern because the last thing he wanted was to have some kid commit suicide directly in front of him for seemingly no reason. That shit was creepy as hell, first of all, and second of all there would be this whole giant police investigation that probably would try and find that he did something to push the scrawny guy over the edge or some shit. It would just be a bad situation all around for everyone, most of all the kid who literally just chugged a whole flask of poison undeterred. Was this some kind of sick joke? Did that idiot just reuse a poison container to seem cool or someshit?
In the line of absolutely disgusting quirks, this had to be near the top of the list. The scrawny dude took the poison that he drank and probably metabolized it in an instant to create this disgusting black substance that soon coated his arm. It seemed to come out of the small openings of skin on his arm, and it came out like pus did from an infected wound along with looking just as absolutely and completely disgusting as the same.
”So, let me get this straight.” the delinquent started, his gaze never leaving the mass of poison in the hand of the other boy. ”You drink poison, and your body filters it out of your body. If I’m correct, the crap on your arm is the poison you just drank except solid, right?”
Though he tried to hide the disgust in his voice mostly because he didn’t know if the boy could fling that poison at him or not, he only partially succeeded. That was absolutely disgusting, and it was probably a good thing that the American had stopped this lunatic before he went and accidentally killed someone with that poison – if that was in fact what it was. Whatever the case may have been, the student in front of him was no longer seen as harmless and Alexander’s full attention was now focused on the guy because for the first time he perceived the guy as a threat. His quirk processing poison also made the guy’s physique make sense, because fat was considered a poison – right? It would make it absolutely hell to gain any weight, so even with hero course training it would make it impossible for him to be above a certain weight.
”How much more can you move the thing in your hand?” the delinquent asked, bringing up a couple of shadow tendrils from his own shadow as part of his question. Two inky black tendrils each roughly ten inches thick slid out on each side of the delinquent, which then divided into four tendrils each roughly five inches thick. ”Just because I really don’t want that goop on me.” he added by way of explanation. His classmate had once remarked that the visual texture of the tendrils seemed slimy, and while Alex himself hated that term it would be hard for an unbiased observer to really disagree. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust a random student who was willing to drink a flask of poison that he conveniently kept with him at a moment’s notice… well, actually, yeah. It was exactly that he didn’t trust someone who literally carried around poison while randomly walking around a military camp. That shit was weird and definitely would place most people in the ‘don’t trust’ category for almost reasonable person.
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Post by Shimizu Haruto on Sept 24, 2018 14:32:43 GMT -4
Okay, so maybe he should have given some explanation beforehand, as the other's face showed that he had caught glimpse of the label on the bottle. Oh well, it would be much easier to explain after showing what it did. Seriously, though, was that how little faith there was in this world? Would someone really just chug poison without a backup plan? Oh well, he would just... focus on getting through this part... Oof, there it was.
"Eh, close. Not quite, though. See, this black stuff... No, it isn't a solidified version of the poison I drank. It's just a mass of blood cells, which consume the toxins and rapidly multiply as an immune response to the poison. Still not exactly pleasant, but... Not as awful as wearing poison gloves, I'm sure." The other was clearly disgusted by his display, so hopefully explaining that this wasn't poison would help...
Probably not that much, though. After all, it was fairly disgusting to Haruto as well, it was just... He really wanted to know just how well he could control this stuff, to see if there was any possible use to it whatsoever! "Once it multiplies to a certain degree, well, I can do this. It's just, I only learned that recently, so, I don't actually know how much it can do... That's kind of why I came here. To learn more about my own limits, and to see if it has any practical use, or something like that. About all I know right now is that I can control it close to myself, and that if the stuff is cut off from me I can't do anything with it."
As he explained that the answer to the other's question was exactly what he was looking to find out, he watched the other summon his own quirk. It looked like he wasn't the only one here with a slime manipulation quirk. Because while he could put all sorts of fancy words onto the impurities, they were very much a black goo to the eye. "I think, probably about this far?" He raised his right hand, the impurities on it converging on his palm, and raising into a small pillar of about the size of a kitchen knife. "Realistically, it's better to hold it like this, though." The pillar collapsed, spreading back out over his hand in a layer about half an inch thick.
"Can't say I blame you. Honestly, if it weren't for wanting to learn more about it, I can't say I'd want this stuff on me." He decided it was for the best not to mention the part where the stuff was trying to eat him alive. That didn't seem any more pleasant than the thought of it as concentrated poison.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2018 16:11:17 GMT -4
”Huh.” the delinquent mused, bringing a hand to his chin as he leaned back in thought. ”If you can’t move it outside of your hand…” he started, talking more to himself than at the boy in front of him. ”Have you tried testing how durable the substance is?” he suddenly asked, voice again at a volume where it was clear that he was speaking to the white haired student.
”Something like this?” he added, moving the tendrils of shadow matter quickly onto his own skin and hardening them into what amounted to be gauntlets and forearm protection that he slammed together to create an audible thud before dissipating the matter entirely a moment later. ”I don’t get much mileage out of using my quirk like that, but if you’re limited to mainly having the goo on yourself it might be worth a shot. If it’s not poison, you’d probably be better off getting another melee weapon with more range like a staff or something rather than relying on something with such a short range where you’d need to be vicious as hell to be effective. No offense, but you don’t exactly look like the brawler type.”
”Armor, though, that’s much more generally useful. If you can change hardness or make it do different qualities, you can do stuff like protect yourself running into a burning building or something. Use it to smash through a window of a car or something to do a rescue. Protect yourself when you fall, all that sort of stuff. If you can create enough of the stuff, maybe even something solid you can plant in front of you like a shield or something.”
With that, the boy stopped talking and instead cracked his neck to both sides while keeping his red gaze on the student in front of him. It really depended on how much control he had over that goo what the best course of action was, or even if there was a decent course of action to take. If it was just useless, disgusting goop then tough luck. Some people just had less effective or more disgusting quirks with no real upside to offset how disgusting it was. The purifying bit was interesting, because it would basically theoretically make the guy immune to being sick. He would be perfect as a nurse or a doctor because of that, because he could treat a whole bunch of contagious people in a row without suffering any ill effects.
It was a more marketable power if it worked like that than the delinquent himself had. The only real application his own quirk had was for fighting, so he was basically stuck with the inherent risks that combat entailed. He had a much shorter life expectancy than the average person, for one. He was also far more likely to get a life-altering injury like partial or complete paralysis. Heroes were also far more likely to be attacked in public for no reason other than they were high profile targets, too. Not having a combat reliable quirk wasn't really a curse, if anything it was a blessing.
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Post by Shimizu Haruto on Sept 25, 2018 14:30:41 GMT -4
"A little," Haruto admitted. He had worked with Rin to learn how to control it, but, they hadn't exactly been equipped to test the durability properly. "But that was a good part of what I was hoping to find out." It had just been plainly obvious that no one would be interested in just a training spar to test things out, and so he'd thought of watching how others did things for reference. Which was clearly not going to work out either, except that it kind of had- This guy was exactly what he had needed to find!
As proof of that, the other manipulated his own black slime into a pair of gauntlets on his arms. "Okay, yeah, that would make sense. Err, in fact, it might be ideal. I'm not really looking to fight, per se... It's, well, I'm in the support class at U.A." He gestured to the logo on his uniform, in case the other had somehow missed it."I'm hoping to be able to defend myself, so... When I'm supporting the heroes who are fighting, they can fight without having to worry about me being collateral damage. So, armor, a shield... That is exactly what I need to be looking for, I think."
He wasn't someone who could enter the front lines and fight villains, like Elise. But, that didn't mean he had to just sit back and wait! If he could defend himself, with this newfound power... But, he was getting ahead of himself. Did the Impurities even have enough cohesion to stick together against a light blow? There was only one way to find out. Taking a deep breath, he found that corner of his mind that was linked to the impurities, and he willed.
The Impurities dwindled swiftly on their own, but fortunately for Haruto's distaste for poison, once he had reached the critical point, he could manually trigger the impurity immune response. In response to his will, the thinned out goo welled up."Unfortunately... Well, I only found out I could use my quirk like this, a few days ago... So, my fine control isn't exactly up to par, as you may have seen. But, something like this, I should be able to..."
The replenished impurities flowed down his arm, enveloping his hands, and sealing them in. But these were featureless gauntlets, unlike the gloves ripped straight from a medieval fantasy that the other had worn. Would they be as much weaker as they looked? He couldn't help but imitate the other, smacking the gauntlets into each other with a solid, if light, thunk. "Well, I can't feel myself through them... For what that's worth. No idea what they'll actually hold up against, though."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2018 23:52:08 GMT -4
When the other boy indicated he was part of the support class, the metaphorical light bulb went off in the delinquent’s brain. ”Yeah, that makes sense. That’s why I didn’t recognize you, I’m not super familiar with the support class.” he nodded as the white haired pretty boy continued along with a train of thought that made complete sense to Alex. Durability would prevent the support from becoming the victim, and thus was able to help at actual crime scenes or active fights by rescuing civilians and making sure the hero could focus entirely on combat with the villain. Even though he was a U.A. student, he really just kind of knew that support existed but he didn’t really know what they did. If this was their purpose, that made a lot of sense and he was glad they were around. It would be exceptionally difficult to engage a villain, protect all of the panicking or injured civilians, and prevent the chaos from spreading all at once for any singular hero.
There were also foolhardy idiots who got a little too close to the action, like the news helicopter in the fight atop Tokyo’s hospital that diverted Darkshine’s attention for a few crucial seconds that could have been exploited. For mere mortals like the delinquent himself who were not able to shoot down a lightning bolt travelling at the speed of, well, fucking lightning with only a moment or two of concentration saving that news helicopter would have been impossible without a helping hand. He had tried doing similar stunts in training, using a tennis ball launcher in the gym that Kirk got for Sports Club as a model for the lightning bolt but… holy shit, the ball didn’t go as fast as the lightning did and even focusing on nothing else except for the tennis ball it was damn near impossible to cut the thing down without cheating and placing his quirk at the entrance of the launcher. To pull off that kind of stunt as a reaction with such a short time window was simply inhuman, and nobody should be expected to pull off a stunt like that once, let alone consistently.
”Makes sense to me.” he responded verbally and nodded again to the student and stayed silent after that. He only had a few days of practice with the goo, which was apparently long enough for him to determine one hundred percent that the goo wasn’t poison… hopefully young white hair over here actually, y’know, checked instead of just assuming that it wasn’t actually poison if the power was only a few days old. The medical team would have a field day with this guy, for sure. His insides must be all sorts of weird to be able to do shit like this, but that was for the science people to figure out and not an everyday door kicker like him.
The boy made gauntlets with his goo and smashed them together with an audible thunk and mentioned he couldn’t feel anything through them. ”Well, that’s good.” was the delinquent’s only remark for several seconds before continuing: ”If you want, we could test out how much they can handle. I can change the hardness and texture of my quirk, so I can do different strengths of material to test it against. If you have some way to detach it from yourself, that’d be great since… y’know, while my control over my quirk is good I don’t want to accidentally spike through your quirk and hurt you by accident. That’d probably be a one way ticket to never getting any support once I graduate, wouldn’t it?” he admitted with a short laugh before continuing. ”Ideally a detachment from your body so I could attack and try to penetrate it at full force, but failing that if you tried to form a solid square or something I could work with that as long as it had some sort of thickness to it and start slow. Either way is fine with me, but I just don’t want to try penetrating gauntlets since those don’t at least seem thick enough in that form. The size of the square doesn’t matter, just enough to where I can needle my quirk in is fine.”
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Post by Shimizu Haruto on Sept 27, 2018 15:34:10 GMT -4
Something about the other's words gave Haruto pause. Implying that, if Haruto had been in a class other than support, he would have been recognized? Was this guy, also a student at U.A.? His age certainly was in the right range, and, there certainly were a lot of U.A. students at this event. "Oh, are you also a U.A. student? Ah, pardon my rudeness, even until now I haven't properly introduced myself. Shimizu Haruto." Retracting the Impurities from his hand, Haruto offered a handshake.
Just as this guy wasn't familiar with the support class, Haruto's major interaction with the hero course was through the U.A. chatroom... And even then, he was often busy, so... He didn't often go online. Between his work as club president, and his schoolwork... Haruto had to admit that he didn't leave himself a lot of free time. In fact, that he had been coming to the military encampment so much, he had been neglecting a lot of his club work... Although it was fortunate that the teachers had given their tacit approval for the students to come here while it was open.
The more he spoke, the more embarrassed Haruto grew about his own haste. He didn't even know what he could do, and yet he wanted to try it out in the combat area? Why hadn't he at least worked on his basics first? It was fortunate that the other student was being patient with him. And to think Haruto had been suspicious of him at first! It seemed that looks could be deceiving... And with that scar, this guy certainly gave a certain impression based on looks alone!
Alexander would probably be amused to find himself labelled with the "Good Person" card in Haruto's mind.
"Alright, yeah, that sounds like a good start. Hmm, let me try this..." Separating it from himself was tricky, as the Impurities truly did require a constant chain of contact with his body. But, separating enough that they could be attacked without risking hitting him when they broke... Maybe? He clasped his coated hands together, the two slime gloves becoming one. He drew them apart, leaving a black curtain hanging between them. A perfect target. Well, with one, unfortunate flaw.
That being that, having been brought too far from his body, his control faltered and the curtain collapsed. A black blob fell to the ground, where it swiftly disappeared as the impurities degraded. ""Tch." It may have been a predictable result, but, really, he'd thought it might work for a second. But in the end, the impurities hadn't been stable enough, or his control of them had not been stable enough, to withstand the force of gravity. But, rather than be disheartened, Haruto went straight back to trying again.
This time, he moved even more slowly, and carefully. And more importantly, he didn't aim for as wide of a formation as before- Six inches, instead of a foot apart. This time, it worked- It was close enough to him for his mental signals to reach the midpoint of the curtain, making it stable enough to keep steady. "Will this be enough to work with? I, I think I can maybe make it a little wider if you need, but, I think the more I have to focus on keeping it stable, the less I'll be able to focus on keeping it strong..."
Unfortunately, while complete detachment was ideal... Well, the blob that had landed on the ground demonstrated why that was a bad idea. Even in his hands, his mental energy was expended in three ways- To hold the shape, to keep it sturdy, and to replace the impurities that were constantly dying off.
For further safety, he held his arms slightly offset from his body, so that when the curtain was penetrated- What lay behind would be thin air, and not Haruto's body.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 27, 2018 21:59:53 GMT -4
”Nice to meet you, Haruto.” the delinquent said as he took the handshake and just trusted that all the goo was actually gone and there was no residual stuff on the student’s hand or arm. The handshake itself was firm, perhaps a bit too firm but he had what he hoped was a nonthreatening smile on his face while he did it. ”I’m Vice President of 1-C right now, name is Alex. Don’t worry about the rudeness – I’m American, we’re all much used to worse.” he even joked as he disengaged.
He waited patiently as the other boy worked with his quirk and tried to make it function in a way that would be safe to test. He had no issue waiting, since a break from intensive training was probably smart for him to do anyway. The fact that this was a support class student also made him much more docile than he otherwise would have been. The fact of the matter was he didn’t see the support class as equals, and instead kind of like the little siblings of the hero class. They weren’t as flashy or strong, but they were still part of U.A. and could still provide a lot of help if they were allowed to at least in theory. He would hit up a few of them in chat the next time he was on to see if any of them had any cool skills he might be able to benefit from, after all he still needed some armor made. Mari could design a suit, sure, but the delinquent was sure what he wanted went beyond the scope of what his classmate was used to doing. He didn’t want a costume, he wanted a full suit of body armor that would act as a second line of defense so he could fully utilize the offensive might of his quirk without worrying about glancing blows taking him out of the fight.
When the boy had finally managed to get the goo to solidify while remaining separate from his body, the delinquent took the time to explain exactly what he was going to do so Haruto didn’t lose concentration in surprise or anything like that. ”I’m going to manifest my quirk in a tendril, and I’m going to overhead smack your construct a few times with varying strengths. If it breaks through, it will just follow through and hit the ground. No big deal, no risk.” he explained as he materialized his quirk from his own shadow, this time a tendril thinner than even his pinky finger.
”All right, gonna try first just a little tap to make sure it doesn’t completely lose composition after a light tap. This would be strong enough to cut a few pieces of paper, but not much else.” the delinquent explained, before attacking from above the construct instead of in front to negate any risk of hitting Haruto if the goo was penetrated. A very thin shadow tendril went down and made a noise much like a finger smacking against a table. It was an audible impact, but the shadow construct was simply bounced off. That was a good sign, it meant that the construct wasn’t entirely useless when exposed to impacts.
”Okay, so we know it has at least some staying power. I’m going to increase the strength of the blow to like a normal punch. Like, quirkless civilian comes and hits you with his fist level strike.” he explained as he increased the matter used in the tendril and brought it up again and this time it made a much more audible noise as it bounced off of the hardened goo much like a forearm strike against a desk would.
”Oo, this is a really good starting point.” he grinned, raising the tendril back up once again and shoving yet more matter into it until he was as thick as one his wrists. ”This one could smash a plank of wood.” he explained shortly before bringing it down and finally smashing through the hardened goo in between the student’s hands. ”So it’s roughly the strength of a thin wooden plank, which isn’t bad. You said you just found out about this power recently, right? It could probably be improved from this point if this is just your starting area. If you were able to cover your arms and legs with this now could do drop out of, like, a two story window and walk off without a scratch. That’s a really solid start.” he praised excitedly as the tendril he had used to test the construct just disintegrated into thin air. That was, quite frankly, much more than Alex was expecting out of that little test. He had fully anticipated the little blob of goo to be completely useless, but it was actually a really solid hardness that could really be exploited upon in the future for whatever cool thing Haruto wanted to do with it.
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Post by Shimizu Haruto on Sept 29, 2018 21:08:13 GMT -4
1-C, was it? Did Haruto know anyone from that class? Not in so many words, no. There was Akio, who was a member of his cooking club, and Kirk, who had met when he first learned about the true form of his quirk... But, he had never interacted significantly with either. There was also that girl Mari, but again, he wouldn't claim to know her. Of course, by that metric, to actually say that he knew anyone in the hero courses... Well, there was Tetsuko from 1-B, and... Rin, Maxi, and Sean from 1-A? And, a handful of other acquaintances, but... Really, what had he been doing! That he could barely even call half of his club members friends, seriously. He needed to get a step on with that! But for now- Nice to meet you as well, Alex-san.
Haruto nodded at the explanation. "Alright, that seems reasonable." The hit came through- And, like Alex said, it wasn't very strong. A bit like, being flicked with a finger? Was the best comparison Haruto could make. Which was odd- There was definitely some level of tactile feedback from the impurities. But how much was there? Would he feel pain if the curtain were to be broken...? There was only one way to find out, and it involved a second hit.
"Huh, that's interesting- No, keep going. It's a good sign that it can hold together- especially since it's not going to be at it's best stretched like this. You already saw the proof of that-" Haruto said, looking pointedly at the spot on the ground where no sign remained of the fallen impurities. As for his latest observation- Well, he'd see how much feedback this curtain was giving first.
Following this was, apparently, a strike with the force of a proper punch. Now, that would be more interesting when it came to tactile feedback- And, surprisingly, the goo curtain withstood the blow. Able to withstand a punch- Now, that was interesting. Haruto couldn't help but remember the time he was punched in the face. Was this blow stronger or weaker than that? It was hard to tell.
As for the tactile feedback, to Haruto's relief, there was no pain. It was just, a general sense of pressure. Like being hit, well, through a curtain of black goo. "Yeah, there's definitely a tactile feedback to this. Not, pain, but... Like, I can tell that it was hit, and that this time was harder than last time. That seems, good to know?" As for specifically what repercussions that had, well- He wasn't sure, but, more information was always good to have.
As for the third test, well, the tendril cut through the curtain like a warm knife through butter. So, somewhere between being able to take a punch, and being able to take a karate chop? That gave him a good starting point for his durability. Being able to take a punch- Well, that seemed like it could be useful. The only catch being... Well, he was acutely aware of the bottle in his pocket. Unfortunately, he was unable to simply call up this power instantly. But, if he knew he would need it... Maybe there was potential?
"Wow, that's... I'll admit, that's way better than I expected. A two story building, huh?" Okay, so something about that touched the hopeless dreamer that had brought Haruto to this field in the first place. Okay, so, a two story building... Maybe wasn't as impressive, as someone who could jump off a skyscraper without harm. And being able to cover both his arms and his legs, well... That would be a lot of impurities- While he was keeping their count on the lower border of his overloaded state at the moment... There was only so much of a gap to the upper border. "I guess I'll need to practice with this, a lot more, huh? Thanks for the help, though! Being able to withstand a punch... Well, hopefully I won't need to use it, but, it's good to know that I can!"
He pulled the curtain back over his skin. It was already much easier to control than when he'd first started training with Rin- Perhaps, in the future, he'd be able to do much more complex things without even needing to focus? But for now... "Uggh, sorry, I think... I'll need to stop for now. This power... Well, have you ever heard of a quirk without a downside?" Without his ministrations, or the addition of extra toxin, the impurities swiftly subsided. Surely, he could have gone on for a fair amount longer- But, wasn't it better to be safe than sorry?
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Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2018 18:55:22 GMT -4
”One or two stories up would probably be best to start out with, yeah. Might be able to get three or maybe even four with some practice with that hardness, depends on how smooth you end up doing the impact.” the delinquent clarified, hoping that the General Studies student wouldn’t suddenly go leaping out of windows immediately after this conversation. That would be pretty hard to explain, especially if he went around telling people that Alex was the one who told him he could do it. Sounded like a great way to have an awkward meeting with the principal, really, if it was taken the worst way. The guy didn’t seem stupid, he had the glasses and everything, but there was always that fear of someone taking something as literally as Aki.
When the boy happily noted that it was good information to know, the American nodded. ”Yeah, for a support hero if you were able to expand on it, it would be perfect.” he started, tone as encouraging as he could manage, ”Find a way to get the toxin in you without risking other people and just go in as a second or third wave if you needed to.”
It sounded like hell for someone as aggressive as Alex, who always envisioned himself being in that first wave of initial contact and fighting… but for people who could actually do things other than fight, it made perfect sense for them to not rush in until the villains were at least distracted by the combat heroes. The trouble came in when someone got cocky and tried to do a role they weren’t suited for, theoretically, which was something that Aki had brought up earlier that the delinquent had never considered. It made his previous assessments of quirks wrong, because how they worked in combat wasn’t necessarily important if their role was not to combat villains. A quirk like Haruto’s, for example, would be absolutely worthless in almost any combat situation. Dude could be a one man hazardous materials team, though, which was a unique thing that nobody else at the school could do to his knowledge. That was a unique niche and whatever else he could do with that poison nullification, and wasn’t one filled by many students fighting to be the best like Alex’s own spot as ranged combat emitter was. He was essentially fighting Rin, Yumi, and any others who stepped up to the plate in order to be the best of their particular role in the school. If you were the only one in your role, though, you won the ‘best’ by default in whatever field you were in.
When the boy needed to stop using his quirk, the delinquent just nodded to acknowledge that he understood. It was a new power for Haruto, and thus would be harder to maintain than something he was practiced with. ”I dunno, closest I ever saw to that looked to be the two at the Tokyo Hospital a little bit ago.” he put out there in a neutral tone with a shrug. ”But not everyone can just make lightning strong enough to fuck up buildings or liquid darkness that can melt tanks, eh?”
”So what does General Studies do, anyway? Like, I think everyone knows y’all exist, but there hasn’t been a lot of interaction between even the different hero classes so I don’t think I’ve ever met a General Studies student in person before. You guys get similar classes as we do, or is it more like tech focused?” he asked, genuinely curious and knowing he might not be in a position to speak to one of the elusive General Studies students and ask them questions again for a while. They were like ninjas, really, where everyone knew they were around but nobody could ever track them down. He had even heard rumors that their teacher was a giant bee or something, but he didn’t believe that for a second. If there was a giant, talking bee on campus people would definitely have freaked out over it before. The entire notion was preposterous, really. How would a giant bee even talk, really, let alone teach a class of high school students without them freaking out and running away? Since such weird rumors were being floated around, it would be nice to get some actual answers as to what the hell they did over there… wherever they actually had their classes.
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Post by Shimizu Haruto on Oct 3, 2018 15:08:33 GMT -4
Just the idea of jumping out of a building was making Haruto wince. "I'll, uh, keep that in mind... But, uh, I think I'll work on my control a bit more before I go trying that out?" Even with padding, his body was... Well, not exactly sturdy. The opposite, really. He might not be scratched, but, how far would he get with broken legs!? Still, it would be useful if he could... But, maybe once he had a better handle on all of this? But man, he'd be given such looks if anyone saw him jumping out of windows... But, probably better than if his first time trying it was when all other routes were cut off by fire?
"I see, well, thank you again for all your help." He made a strong point. Rather than wave one, if Haruto could- Well, he could only cure so many people using his quirk, before building up too many impurities. If, at that point, he switched to using the impurities, maybe...? But, he would need to practice more, and learn more, and try more. On the bright side, he would have years to figure it out before he graduated from UA! But, if he could... At the very least, it wouldn't end up like Circus Kunshu had... Where his limited experience meant that once he hit his limit, there was barely anything he could do! He had performed first aid, but relatively speaking- It was like a drop of water in an inferno.
But, well- Even as a second or third wave, as Alex put it... Was there much Haruto could do to help? Wouldn't he be better off, working to get rid of the impurities as quickly as possible? There was still so much practice he needed... But he couldn't do that now, not without damaging his body. He'd have to try again later, once he'd recovered from this. The short activation time of this, well, that would be his worst foe in finding a proper use for it, it seemed.
"Oh, I remember that fight... It was certainly something..." Although, Haruto's memories of it could only be tainted by the memory of what it had caused- The death of Elise's parents. To prevent such a tragedy from ever happening again... That was why they were here, right? The students who had become a part of U.A., the ones who had come to this military camp in search of answers, of training?
"One day, it'll be us who are fighting those villains, huh? Well, not us, really- Like, you, not me, but, you know what I mean. People our age. Barely more than kids. We'll be the ones expected to be able to do that... I don't know, do, you really think we can match up to that?" It seemed ridiculous to think of his friends being able to do stuff at that level. Even with three more years of training... Would they really be alright? He had told Elise that as long as they came back alive, he'd be there to patch them up... But, thinking of what they were up against, would things really go as well as he claimed? Maybe Elise was right... Or maybe she would be the one who didn't come back!? What good was a gun against a bolt of lightning!?
"Oh, us? Well, I guess we've been rebranded as Support Studies now. We're the, well, misfits of UA. The ones whose quirks are no good for heroing, or just have their own circumstances. So, there's the ones like me, who want to use their quirk to heal and become doctors or field medics- Or there's some who want to make tech for heroes, suits or gadgets, umm... Yeah, so, like the name. We're the supports for the actual heroes. You fight, we watch your backs- Something like that? So our courses are a bit more focused in that direction, with a bigger emphasis on rescue and helping out people than the hero course classes, as I understand." Though, as he listed off such things- What did Chise want to do, anyways? Her quirk, well... The thought of her using it, it made him, well. It made him jealous, okay!? He didn't want Chise to use her quirk on anyone but him! Was that wrong!?
However, he realized that he didn't actually know what his girlfriend's plans were. Why was she a student at UA in the first place? Where would she be going, afterwards? Where would he be going, afterwards? "But yeah. Really, my goal is to become a doctor, so- While the goal of the course is to get our Support License which I guess is like the Hero license's kid brother, I'll still be going to med school after I graduate. I don't know about everyone else's plans, though."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 3, 2018 23:07:48 GMT -4
”Well, Darkshine is eighteen for a few more months. It’s not like all the pros are even that much older than us at all.” the American responded neutrally, because it was a subject he had thought a lot about… just not in these terms. ”I don’t know about you, but I’m sixteen now. I’ll be seventeen before the beginning of Year 2. I won’t even be out of U.A. by the time I’m Darkshine’s age, so if anything we’re behind the curve – if the current batch of Pros is the ‘curve’.”
”I don’t think it’s age that really means anything – it’s how someone responds to pressure.” he paused for a moment to figure out how he was going to frame the next point, but continued on quickly: ”Like, you could ask any hero course student and most ‘tough guys’ how they’d react when shit hits the fan, and all of them would tell you that they’d definitely be the hero and go nuts. Let’s take Darkshine in the Hospital incident. Thunder Shock wasn’t alone, and she would have had to scale the entire building and go through floor after floor of goons as the first and only responding hero while the combat was still raging. She had to walk into that hospital completely by herself knowing that any stray bullet could brain her and that a villain with a fucking terrifyingly strong quirk was inside – possibly waiting in ambush. I very much doubt she had access to the camera systems or anything, and even if she did a villain with that much resources at his disposal would definitely have fucked with the camera system, right? I’d at least assume.” His tone was not filled with bluster as one might expect, but was rather a detached retelling of what he held to be facts. It wasn’t exactly a secret that he was Darkshine’s biggest fan on campus, but that didn’t mean he needed to fall over himself swooning literally every time she came up or something. No, he was more civilized than that.
”But any of those tough guys in that situation, where it’s one against God knows how many in an uncertain situation where it is very likely that moving forward and playing the hero means certain death – and most of them would be too scared… That’s not even a knock on them, by the way, anyone with half a brain would be scared of that. The added element of being forced to sit there and identify targets, with a missed shot with her quirk potentially killing innocent people since hostages were used in that incident just makes the margin for error literally zero. The difference between Darkshine and ninety nine percent of people, though, is that she went in anyway. The difference between Darkshine and most other pros is that she not only went in, but also executed what she needed to do flawlessly right up until the last bit where she got tricked and let her guard down just a few seconds too early. She didn’t have any sort of mobility aspect to her quirk, she had to go inside that hell hole and get to the top fighting every step of the way. That’s the sort of shit you can’t teach, and you either have or you don’t – and it’s where a bunch of us are going to end up failing because there’s no way to simulate that feeling.” the delinquent’s voice again did not raise, with his obvious idolization of Darkshine done through word choice and the way he framed her actions rather than shouted across the rooftops and having a tone that obviously favored her. He would just frame the argument and the scenario in a way where it was completely obvious how above and beyond her actions were, because in his mind they really were above and beyond what was to be expected of even a pro hero to do.
When the subject turned to General Studies, apparently renamed Support Studies recently, the boy seemed genuinely interested. It sounded like a hodgepodge of a bunch of students with wildly varying goals and directions without the uniting thread of ‘beating the shit out of villains’ that the hero courses had in common. Whether a quirk was versatile like his own or limited like Kirk’s, every hero student came in with the aim of fighting villains and being on those front lines in the fight for truth, justice, and all that other shit that people fought for. Alex himself had never been that type of guy, and was more than content to just stick to challenges and finding the tenacity and strength to overcome those challenges… kind of like his current goal to become the number one student at U.A. to solidify his position for when Darkshine became active once more post recovery from the injuries that she sustained in that hospital incident. If he did extremely well, she might even take him on as her sidekick – and that would be fucking awesome.
”It’s kind of weird that they haven’t done inter-class interaction, then. If you ever wanted to set up something where any Support students wanted to collaborate with the hero classes, hit me up. If you know anyone who can do support gear, I know a few people would definitely be interested in that. I’d love to meet anybody who can work gear or metal, as well. Makes sense for us to get to know each other more, because who knows when the next crazy thing like the Quirk Enhancement Drug thing will happen again. It’s good for us to know who has what skills, so we can come to them for help when needed. At the end of the day, a lot of the hero course is the same – we’re good at beating people up and not a lot else. Support sounds a lot more varied, so that’d be super cool to meet.” he put out there, for the first time in a while some naked excitement creeping into his voice. The prospect was great, the ability to connect with people who had different skills than combat was a rare opportunity that he would definitely arrange if the other was willing.
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