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Post by Maximillian Tychus Kane on Sept 6, 2018 9:30:37 GMT -4
It takes a special kind of idiot to, as a villain, come to a military camp where you're prone to being recognized by any of the soldiers or employees there and get your ass arrested at any moment. It was simply a concept so alien to Maximillian, that anyone would be that clinically insane and reckless as to do something along those lines that he never suspected a villain would ever show up at the base willingly. That was the entire reason he had come to inherently trust any and everyone that he saw in that place. Whatever they may be: common people, students, businessmen or just the normal soldier. Everyone there was, supposedly, innocent. For this reason, he hadn't prepared himself to fight or defend himself as he always did when he was out in public, his very well justified paranoia always preparing him for a fight. This time, he was just quietly sitting upon a throne of ice he made himself, being essentially immune to anything bad that just sitting upon it might bring, at least for a long, long while. Dressed in nothing more than a plain black T-Shirt with the drawing of a dabbing skeleton on it, something he had bought while walking through one of Tokyo's malls just for the fact that it looked so silly that it was funny and baggy black pants he always had on him so that he'd always have free space for all of him, the blue-haired boy looked pretty unassuming, innocent. The only thing really out of place on him, other than those sharp golden eyes would be the deep scars he had on both of his forearms: extremely rugged with a lighter tone than the rest of his tanned skin: those were the marks of surprisingly well healed third-degree burns, from his fight with Jasmine those months ago. Marks of battle. Relatively tall for his age, tanned. A clear foreigner going from how he held himself, in a relaxed, rather uncaring manner while checking out his phone, an anti-thesis to the usually reserved national. Around his ice throne was, of course, absolutely nobody: in his premise, of at least 8 metre radius with him at its centre, the area was terribly cold due to his mutant condition, all done by his extra organ: Muhn. It sucked up heat and stored it, spreading it through his organs through his blood. Essentially, he was a cold battery. Who would ever mind to notice a cold battery like him? |
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Post by Serenity Caine on Sept 6, 2018 10:37:06 GMT -4
Hot but psycho and you know you love it ❤️ and you know you love it ❤️
Like taking candy from a baby... Serenity thought with a quite sigh and she waltzed into the camp with minimal delay. Thankfully, her quirk wasn't so well known and visible that she couldn't blend in the with masses. She wore black jean shorts with fishnets under them, black stiletto boots wrapping up to just below her knees. Her top was burgundy, the elbow-length sleeves clinging to her shoulders as her neckline plunged down into a sharp "V", cutting off just where you didn't want it to. Her glossy hair was cut off at her shoulder blades today, but the signature stick straight style was missing- replaces with messy beach waves and a lazy "bedhead" style. Her face too, was more unrecognizable than usual, her lips decorated in a deep velvet red colour, while her eyes were lines so sharply they could cut glass.
Serenity glanced around the rooms as she walked, taking in her surroundings. She'd been told this place was important and to check it out ages ago- she'd just never quite at the balls to do it. But she'd never thought it would be so easy! She glided along the floor, her boots making that "click" that caused men - single or otherwise - to glance in her direction. Occasionally she'd flash them a smile, or a slight eyebrow tilt- or when they were exceptionally attractive, a wink.
It was with a soft smirk on her face- having gotten to do all three at least once- that she stopped at one of the weapons stations, leaning down over the table to get a better look at the blades and their hilts, silently comparing them to her own gear at home. She caught the glimpes of blue hair, causing her to look over for a moment. Spotting the boy, she arched an eyebrow giving a full once over before going back to her knives.
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Post by Maximillian Tychus Kane on Sept 6, 2018 18:47:44 GMT -4
Maxi was the observant type, with an intelligence much greater than what a lot of people assumed of him. Most of the time he really just didn't want to use any of the good advantages he had, to not overthink things and end up being sad. No matter how intelligent he was, as well, it was never up to its great potential, thanks to his ceaseless lazyness when it came to everything that wasn't cooking, anime or heroism itself. All this stacked up to a guy who really didn't like to try, even if he knew he could and succeed: it was just too much work.
As one of many times his insight seemed quite correct to him, when he stared at Serenity, he didn't trust her from the very start.
For starters, the way she was dressed was a clear show of naughtiness, of great amounts of self confidence that one could see as bordering on egomania, though he was beyond that. He knew someone who dressed just as skimpy as her, which was actually one of the greatest girls he had ever met when it came to personality: she was naughty and flirty, though a good soul through and through, who only meant well.
It was down to the other great difference he saw without having to even listen to a word from her.
Yumi looked to have attention and, when she got it, she smiled wide, like the happy, bubbly girl she always was. None of her actions showed superiority, none of her actions showed what Serenity was showing. She, at least to him, showed cockyness, a feeling of superiority as someone that only saw men as animals that would bow and gawk at her, willing to do anything for her.
And of course, the last thing that he had noticed when looking at her was nothing to reason, he just had a bad gut feeling about her. None of this was, of course, actual reasons to simply disregard her as some sort of evil woman, there was always the window to be wrong with his assumptions and being left looking like a judgemental walnut who wasn't even right. He had to conduct more experiments when it came to her, specially because no matter what kind of person she was, those god damn melons were beautiful.
Slowly getting up from his comfy throne, breaking it into very small pieces and just cramming it in the ventilation system to let them melt upon the steel, he walked right over to Serenity, showing her just the difference between heights: he absolutely towered over her, by a safe fourteen whole centimetres. Looking down at her to actually talk, he chose to have his eyes squarely nailed to her chest, not even caring to be discrete about it. "Yo. None of my business, but why is someone that holds herself up like ya interested in knives?" He asked in his ever so smooth british accent, though this time, it was not for flirting. It was to give his words more weight, more "oomph". For some reason, people tended to pay attention to british people when it came to a lot of things, actually. Not.. all things. Like how to respect people you once ruled over.
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Post by Serenity Caine on Sept 11, 2018 0:44:52 GMT -4
Hot but psycho and you know you love it ❤️ and you know you love it ❤️ She'd felt eyes on her long before anyone approached her- more than one set, but she was used to that. People were always staring at her and she loved it. But she could tell the difference between being oogled and being inspected, and there was a specific set of eyes she could just feel were inspecting her. She picked up one of the knives, tilting the blade in the light above her head. It looked like she was inspecting the blade, but she was able to see the reflection behind her as well. Seeing the boy approach, she lowered the blade, placing it back down on the table. She turned as he got close enough, arching an eyebrow at him as he towered over her, waiting for him to speak. Hearing his words, she let out a snort. Have you never heard the phrase "Don't judge a book by it's cover"? Serenity shook her head rolling her eyes at the question. It takes a lot of balls to assume someone is a certain way based on appearances alone- that's a dangerous game to play. I'd be more careful if I were you. She paused, smiling up at him sweetly. We wouldn't want your pretty face getting damaged should you offend the wrong person, now would we? She winked, bringing her left hand up to poke him softly and quickly in the nose with her finger. She had to admit, she hadn't expected his voice to sound as it did when he'd first come up to her. While very pretty, he held a punk air to him. The British tone had thrown her but oddly enough it only added to his attractive charm- not that she was entirely focused on that today. He looked a bit young, even for her tastes. Not that she minded stroking his ego some- especially for personal gain. And he was making it oh so easy on her- not even hiding the fact that his eyes were all but glued to her breasts. |
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Post by Maximillian Tychus Kane on Sept 20, 2018 4:59:06 GMT -4
Well, she brought forward a good argument. He shouldn't judge a book by its cover, he shouldn't just go around looking at people and, by simple vanity reasons as outfit and demeanor, judge if they were good or not. The most unassuming package can always lead to the biggest of things. Hell, it was entirely possible that she wasn't the villain, but some random unassuming passerby that passed by and stared at her was secretely someone stronger and more heinous than Thundershock -- in which case, fucking hell this is not good.
Positive thoughts. Like those positively beautiful breasts. Yes, those were amazing to look at: round, large, barely covered. Simple, yet such beautiful meaty orbs that bounced whenever the body attached to it moved even just a bit. Good god, what he'd give to just lay his head in there and sleep, a good nap taken in any breasts is a nap well taken.
What was he talking about again?
Yes, the fact that he shouldn't be assuming people are evil just from their ti-- clothing. CLOTHING! Internally berating himself for losing focus over a beautiful pair of breasts so quickly, he sighed and turned his golden, sharp eyes to look back at Serenity, a little smile appearing upon his face while the terrible chill that he always carried with himself finally settled in. "You don't need to worry about me getting into trouble, love!~" Indeed, how kind of a suspicious woman to tell him to be careful with what he says and does around people, just so his face wouldn't get damaged by "offending the wrong person". She was trying to get suspicion away from her and, even then, she was not particularly good at that.
He would show her just the extent of his "getting into trouble". Raising his right arm to her, the back of his forearm turned to her face, he already smirked at just imagining her reaction. Nothing too big, though still a slight widening of her eyes? A hiss? Or god knows, maybe she was the kind to smile at something like that. Slipping down his sleeve, he let her see the lighter-skinned, rugged patch of skin that took most of his forearm. "I've grown used to gettin' disfigured." He assured her, even if it was half a lie. Yeah, he really got used to accepting the fact that his arms looked really weird, though he would rather not get scarred. At least it was better than before! Before he accepted his arms, he was so afraid of getting into another fight, just so his body wouldn't get uglier.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 25, 2018 5:19:52 GMT -4
Maxi = 26 exp
serenity = 12 exp
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