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Post by Saito Yamada on Sept 4, 2018 17:28:23 GMT -4
So hear me out. The day started out pretty similar to how every damn day starts. Saito wakes up, early as the sunrise and goes on a nice jog about the outer city before classes start. Say hi to people. Wave. Smile. Usual stuff. Song and dance of a thousand years. But today something was caught in that bushel of barbed wire hiding in the frontmost lobes of Saito’s mind. The nagging doubt. His reflection in the shop windows begged his attention and only before the final stretch did he bring his pace to a steady run on-the-spot and observed himself. Saito was not happy with what he saw. The time he’d spent at the gym was naturally obliterated by the hefty schedule of schoolwork and homework and studying. And perhaps a stranger couldn’t point out what it was that made him sneer at the sight of himself… But Saito most definitely saw something beneath his white hair and between his olive skin.
Classes throughout the day weren’t very fun. Not that they ever were, but Saito was in a noticeably bad mood. No jokes, puns, quips or even badumtsses came from the moody boy today, so his friends understandably left him be. When the final bell rang, Saito checked a map of the school and headed off in a new direction. One of the training facilities. He entered easily enough, no one willing to stop someone with such a stormy expression, and he quickly found himself a corner in the spacious building. Dressed in a thin, white shirt and pair of raggedy jeans and trainers, no wrappings on his hands or any sort of brace at all for what he was about to assault.
In particular, Saito found himself in the presence of a dummy set. Wing Chun dummies for the more delicate fighters. Heavy ass punching bags for the less delicate fighters. Like Saito. Before he’d even shrugged off his jacket and rucksack, he was whaling the suspended bag with a shower of light taps. It brought immediate satisfaction. Saito has always had issues keeping his cool in a non-aggressive way, so when he can actually throw some damn punches, it always felt good. That being said… He was very unrefined. Every move he made was painfully open for exploitation from an agile enemy. The actual attacks looked relatively measured and quite a bit stronger than the average person, capable of making the punching bag whine with the impacts, but to anyone with formal training in any sort of form of fighting, he was just a novice.
Saito figured he was alone. Tended to be when he sneaked off to punch shit. So he haphazardly let his guard down, making loud, angry grunts as he attacked. He had no fucking clue that not only was there someone else in this huge ass building, but that they were quite close...
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Post by Kasey Setsuna on Sept 7, 2018 11:50:51 GMT -4
Gloves. She had grown used to them, accustomed almost. They were a new part of her fashion, her attire, her wardrobe. Her faded maroon shirt was held tight to her frame,a black satin vest worn over the dress shirt. Her sleeves were rolled up just before her elbows. The black silk gloves were wrapped around her hands, as she dawned slacks to match the vest. A loose and lazy tie was hung around her neck. A smile was drawn on her face as her silver hair was tied up in a loose and messy pony tail. She wandered, trying to fill her new free time. With her week suspension from work almost up, she was growing antsy, and needed something to do. Putting the children at risk? No, that wasn't her fault, she didn't intend to have the life she did. She didn't expect to be kidnapped, no one did. So if she was what kept them safe, she was going to make sure they were all safe. At her side, her companion walked, something that resembled a skeleton dog with a more demonic looking face. The height of the beast was just above her knees, like a large puppy, or a smaller dog, like a Shiba Inu. He had no tail, and his body was filled with something dark in color, filling the space between the bones to give him a more acceptable appearance. His body was made of solid bone. And he would obey his master. She found herself looking for something, but without the knowledge of what she was looking for. She trusted that when she saw it, she would know that it was exactly what she needed. But still, she had no hint to what it could have been. She wandered into the place with her eyes on all of the training equipment, Setsuna sniffed at everything only to realize he had no sense of smell. That luxury was bound to Kasey's body alone, and if he merged with her again, he would again begin to enjoy the world. All he had was his voice and his eyes. With his power split into just a fraction of himself, Kasey held onto his unguided power. He was just a fourth of what he could have been, acting no more than a scout to the woman. The both of them would turn their heads to hear the strange sounds. Grunting, as if someone was fighting, but there was no other sound in reply. She looked over, peeking around the punching bags to see a boy, only to call out to him. "You okay?" The school janitor asked, "You sound like you broke something." ~ Word Count: 445 ~ |
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Post by Saito Yamada on Sept 20, 2018 20:57:58 GMT -4
Saito was still pretty busy with beating the everloving shit out of the punching bag he'd been bullying for about five minutes now. Landing every technically inferior punch was satisfying as hell, but for some reason, it wasn't actually doing anything to quell the throb of frustration ebbing in his chest. Blood, hot and ferocious, pumped through his veins, desperate to escape. The sand in the bag had very little give under his forceful barrage, stuttering and swinging on its frail hook. It whined angrily, calling out for help in its own inanimate way. Saito didn't hear the footsteps or notice the flutter of colour in his peripheral vision, focused solely on the bag that anyone would swear gut-punched Saito's mother. When a voice called out, Saito jolted, his arm shooting out in reflex and blitzing into the rough skin of the bag. The entire construct yelped as the frail hook wrenched beneath the blow and snapped with a loud, scratchy creak. Pain shook through Saito's hand and the bag crumpled heavily to the ground, Saito having to skip a step backwards to keep it from landing on his feet and potentially breaking something. His face creased into an "Oh shit" grimace, silence sorta hanging around like an awkward cousin that refuses to give you any personal space while they visit from the countryside. Damp with sweat from the short but expressive workout, Saito slowly glanced over to see just who'd surprised him.
The woman was unfamiliar and, for lack of a better word, didn't look very pleasant. Dishevelled, besides a rather fashionable get-up, with messy hair and a loose tie. A sketchy, lazy looking smile. Saito's eyes caught the aesthetic detail in the outfit and felt hideously underdressed, which was a rare feeling, honestly. All being said she didn't seem like a bad person, but there was an air that took over the small training space. One that put Saito on edge. He could practically smell danger emanating from this woman.
He cleared his throat, pulling his right hand behind his head and glancing away; hiding from sight the pulsating friction burn over his knuckles. For now, he assumed this strangely laid-back lady was an upperclassman. She looked way too young to be staff, and he didn't recognise her from his year, so it was a safe bet.
"Oh- Uh-" He stumbled. "Sorry for making noise- I didn't think anyone else was out here. Uh-" He nodded down at the punching bag, laying at his feet, conquered. "I-I think I broke the hook holding this thing up. Sorry, I'll ask one of the janitors to fix it or something, pay for damages, ya know?" The thud of his heart didn't retreat. The animalistic impulse to fight raged and it was so, so, so difficult to ignore. From her perspective, Saito was probably pretty shifty. He couldn't keep eye-contact and was obviously extremely agitated like he was one move away from lashing out.
One tiny adjustment. One tiny spark.
He cleared his throat again. Nervous. "Sorry for the trouble, senpai. I'll- I'll probably just go." Before the option faded away altogether.
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Post by Kasey Setsuna on Sept 20, 2018 21:22:09 GMT -4
"Janitors clean up messes, they don't repair." she would answer, "Though, I guess around UA's students it's the same thing... You're a student, right?" A question addressed to someone that appeared to look around the correct age to attend a super high school. But it was also helpful that most of the participants in this little festival of sorts was not a civilian, but mostly students and most aspiring heroes, the unofficials. That was what she saw, and it was what she believed to be true. She didn't think much of his comment, if he really was a student, then that mindset would be normal. Kasey was the only non-teaching staff member, and by default, meant she was the only one who was willing to get her hands dirty to make sure the school was always in the best shape. From simple carpentry work, to full on rebuilding things. She tended the gardens, the grass, and whatever else quirks would destroy, even going as far to restock the machines. While most if it was out of her job description, she was still a Ketsujo Corp employee, and being already there, meant she was the one who did Sato's work, for him. Setsuna had taken a seat on the ground, only for his little arms and paws to reach towards his chest only to break one of his ribs off. As Kasey neared the felled bag, he tossed it to her, to which she would catch. She would take it, only for her fingers to remold it into a correct shape to hold the bag up once more. Her body strengthening, ground condensed to allow her to gain leverage to pick up the punching bag relatively quickly, but not effortlessly. Using her foot, lifting it to hold the base of it, her left arm would hold the bag as her right would toss up the new hook for it to rest upon. With the power of metal, it was sure to be enough, or at least last enough for them to leave before it broke again. She didn't ask for help, nor did she expect it. Everyone had their own battles. "Can't break things and leave it behind, especially for the military." Putting it back into place she would take a step back, only to watch over it before turning away from the bag, and the boy. "Well, good talking to you then!" she would say to him, making her way out. She didn't have time to waste. ~ Word Count: 417 ~ |
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Post by Esperia on Oct 22, 2018 19:36:42 GMT -4
Saito 10x2= 20
Kasey 8x2= 16
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