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Post by Maximillian Tychus Kane on Sept 10, 2018 20:31:08 GMT -4
Darren had complained to Maximillian previously about a certain problem he had. Darren pointed out how strong Maximillian's crowd control abilities were incredible compared to his single target style that he kept trying to use, from sheer inspiration that he got thanks to Darren's fighting style. Maxi knew very well that he couldn't ever hope to beat anyone worth their salt with just single-target and that, to really use the full power of his quirk, he'd need to do crowd control. What could he ever do, though? Doing crowd control forced him to constantly create ice and weaken himself quickly, which made him unable to fight in general.
Through a lot of difficulties, though, by taking a lot of inspiration from the weapons he played around with, from the advice he heard from his teacher and an unexpected person, he had created a way, a technique that he could use to work better with wide-range crowd control attacking strategies. While he sent the message for Darren to come over to check out what he had for him, Maxi had been hard at work to make sure that the presentation was perfect: he created six medium-sized sticks of ice and, by grinding and beating them against each other, he slowly broke out pieces and sharpened the edges, patiently making blades, with tips at both ends and edges on all sides.
It was a fairly simple shape that he considered a placeholder, though it did look satisfactory for now.
With that, while he waited, even while he was sitting upon a chair of ice he made himself, he made sure to hide the blades by neatly stacking them on top of each other and holding them behind his back with his mind, making sure they quietly levitated, so that Darren wouldn't see the blades while he entered.
One other thing lied upon his mind, though. Maximillian had a problem with his mobility when it came to people that had an air advantage, that could run away from his zone by just taking flight, by going high enough to get away from his radius: he needed a way to be able to reach them quickly and with the minimal amount of energy spent as fast as he could so, by inviting Lord Drunk of Creativitus himself, he'd get a good source of ideas for his objectives. It was all a nice plan made by the frozen boy to flesh out his fighting style and techniques. Slight miscalculation, though! Captain Milkshakes himself didn't even check the lack of connectivity on his phone, due to the place where he was standing at right this very moment, so he never noticed that his message really didn't send. A crass mistake he'd be sure to notice later though, for now, he was patiently waiting for someone who would never arrive, his boredom growing so much he'd be up to interacting with ANYONE he saw. God, he was lonely.
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Post by Robin Engell on Sept 20, 2018 1:55:36 GMT -4
With food in her gut and hot shame cooling to a lukewarm numb, the girl finally has the strength to carry herself. Her hands are carried in the pocket of an oversized hoodie stitched with the logo of the JSDF that hangs loosely over bare shoulders, her collar bare with the stretched out collar of a shirt screened with the same design, layered in an effort to disguise the lack of support beneath. Her shorts as well, singed and loose, fall below her knees, the small strip of fabric that can be seen beneath her unseasonal style.
Distant, that expression. Lost and glazed and barely conscious – thoughts still drifting in, tendrils that warp and point to herself, her mistakes, her shame. It’s background noise, static that paints a dark filter over the world around.
But that cloud isn’t enough to disguise a block of ice.
A throne of ice.
With a king perched on top.
She stops on that path, dead center, oblivious save for the bit of what has to be sculpture to her side. An eyebrow cocked along with her hips, furrowed brow and slack lips.
“Performance art?” Mumbling, trying to avoid the eyes and ears of a prince comfortably seated.
‘Christ,’ she thinks, ankles smothered with an aura of chilled air, ‘isn’t he freezing up there?’
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Post by Maximillian Tychus Kane on Sept 22, 2018 20:39:33 GMT -4
This king was a mighty angry royal, indeed. The patience he had while waiting for the blonde cunt to show up was quickly thinning, minutes after minutes passing from the time he sent Darren and nothing. Not even a notification! If that was that, then he wouldn't even check his phone, he shouldn't give an asshole who doesn't care the small amount of the time of day just CHECKING to see if he missed a message! His phone had never missed the buzzing on a private message, it was all Darren's fault!
His anger peaked by the point Robin was passing through the "prince" himself, his arms raising quite high, showing off his deeply scarred forearms, while letting out a loud groan of pure displeasure, speaking in pure English, not even Japanese anymore. A little interesting fact about Maximillian, he doesn't get very angry in Japanese no, he actually recedes to the mother language, English.
In a british tone, he grumbled and began complaining. "The daft cunt! He didn't even answer my god damn message, how dare that cheeky little bitch!" He brought down his fists, slamming them into his throne, with such power that, of course with considerable help of his own contro over the ice throne, he shattered it to bits, letting a mist simply pick up as the shards crumbled into smaller shards, thanks to simply collapsing upon their own weight.
This wasn't meant as a show of strenght to anyone, for he didn't think anyone was staring. When he turned around to leave, in his anger, he noticed someone exceedingly adorable. Like, abusively adorable, the girl looked like the cuddliest being in several hundreds of miles! He wasn't thinking that he'd get any action from her, though he certainly would love to at least flirt and become her friend so, smiling sweetly, the charming tanned brit skated on over to her quietly and graciously, using a thin sheet of ice below his feet to get to her.
He stopped right next to her, not touching her yet for he knew that he had to let her feel and get used to his "overwhelming" presence: that was, the fact that he made the area around him eternally colder. "My my, do I have an admirer?~ What's your name, love?~" He asked in his most friendly manner, a little grin on his face while he looked up and down at her, as nonchalantly as usual -- essentially, he spent a special amount of time giving some good, hard stares at her chest and waist.
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Post by Robin Engell on Sept 22, 2018 22:42:27 GMT -4
She flinches as the throne is shattered, blinks wide-eyed as its prince meets her eyes, an expression that shrinks as he skates. Finesse and finish, the polish on his quirk is unreal, she thinks. It’s skills she’s jealous of – her first impression short of the chill on her skin is one of admiration beneath the panic at having to speak with him.
All of this fades, however, when he gets close enough to speak.
‘Oh,’ she thinks as her eyes shrink to lines, narrowed along with the pout on her lips, ‘he’s one of these guys.’
His eyes trace her body and don’t find much to catch – though the girl is undeniably short and obviously fit, the nuances of her shape are hidden behind loose cloth. The most obvious is her chest, with her collar and the very top of her chest exposed and obviously bare beneath the layers of fabric, until her arms rise to block his gaze and fold across her chest, drawing his gaze up and to her annoyed expression.
“I was admiring you for about three seconds before you started talking. You’re really obvious, huh?”
She speaks in English, a neutral American accent, a soft soprano barely masked by a flat tone. Softly shifting her hips, cocking her stance to the left rather than right.
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Post by Maximillian Tychus Kane on Sept 26, 2018 21:32:55 GMT -4
Oh, speaking english! American, too! That was actually quite the convenient thing, he doesn't have the chance to speak english that often here in Japan. Clearing his throat a little bit, Maximillian couldn't help but give what was a surprisingly sweet chuckle once she said that she was admiring him for three seconds before he started speaking. Sighing, he shrugged and stared into her eyes, his own golden, sharp, animal-like eyes not really holding much in them but a calm attitude. Can't be mad around a girl, can he?
"I try to be. There's no worth in a hypocrite who hides who he is. I am a guy who likes to stare at the beauty of the female AND male body and I ain't afraid of showing it.~" Maximillian explained, showing Robin that he not only was aware of this "obvious" nature, he accepted it, enjoyed it and owned up to it quite graciously, still looking over her body, not minding the arms that now blocked her chest. In all fairness, there was never a lot in her chest to stare at really.
Rubbing his chin, Maximillian tilted his head to the side a little, deciding that before he continued with his antics, he really should get to know her name at least, common courtesy he simply can't ignore. "Still, I don't know your name. I'm Maximillian Tychus Kane, a pleasure to meet you." Maximillian greeted her with an actually dignified tone and even stance, realizing that he still had the ice blades hidden away behind his back. In a move that wasn't intended as a show off, though it might as well have been, he simply revealed them from his back and smashed them together, figuring that they were useless now, that he really had no reason to keep them around if Darren wasn't going to show up.
Man was he bummed out about that..
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Post by Robin Engell on Sept 28, 2018 17:28:39 GMT -4
‘A Brit,’ she thinks, lets the brief surprise stay locked in her head. ‘It’s not a bad accent. The chill though...’
And she tightens the grip of her arms around her chest, shivers beneath fabric.
‘I could do without that.’
Feeling and flexing, her quirk pulses and hurts in an ache that fills her in and out, but it’s healed enough to heat her body back to a healthy warm, a gentle nudge that keeps his frost thawed.
“An equal opportunity voyeur is still a voyeur.” she quips, eyes and expression flat and vexed. “All you’re telling me is that I wouldn’t be safe no matter what, huh?”
She feels exposed with eyes tied to hers, even more than when they take detours to explore the rest of her body. Glancing for an exit as he introduces himself, divided attention until those blades catch the sun. She’s drawn back immediately, eyes wide and eyebrow cocked – off balance, ready to step back out of the way of an attack.
‘But his stance isn’t aggressive at all, he’s-!’
And they’re smashed.
A million flashing sprites catch the sun like fae in a forest, solid drops bright and clear, holographic as they shatter, glint and cascade toward earth like overblown punctuation for his name.
Her mouth hangs open, eyes shrinking as shock wears off. Brow furrowed and cocked – the warm girl is frozen in a half-step back, one arm outstretched as if in defense.
“You… Just keep those around for introductions?”
And despite her shock, a smile bullies its way onto her lips, small and sudden, the smile that comes with relief and shock at an absurd situation. A low laugh, a chuckle breathed through her nose.
“Yeah, okay. My name’s Robin. I don’t have a theatrical production planned – sorry. Your ice is impressive though, I can admit that at least.”
Slowly her stance adjusts and falls back to its default – her legs fall back into place, parallel, her hands cozy and warm in the front pocket of her hoodie. Her expression, softer now, still rings flat with the desire to leave, still glances and searches for a polite opportunity to go home.
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Post by Maximillian Tychus Kane on Sept 28, 2018 19:49:25 GMT -4
Oh dear, that was actually not an intentional thing, he didn't think that she'd get as scared as she did from his swords revealing themselves to be smashed and disposed of. Of course he should have thought of it, they were actually literal flying blades that appeared straight out of his back, without much of a warning! He had just gotten so used to it that he actually never put that much thought into them. Showing clear, genuine distress over scaring her, he backed away a little, raising his hands protectively, in a way someone would usually do to try and calm the person down. "Ah, fucka'! Sorry for that, I was waiting for a guy I asked to come spar with me with those swords and he just never showed up!" He justified as quickly and asclearly as he could, afraid that she wouldn't accept his apology, though his worries were quickly wilted away once he heard an actual low, adorable chuckle come out of her, his relief rather visible in his face and body itself, his shoulders lowering a little.
Rubbing the back of his head, he gave her his right hand to shake, his smile easing up on the pervert, instead being replaced by a simple warm, welcoming smile that contrasted the sheer cold his presence permanently brought forward. "Yeah, it's a pleasure to meet you, Robin!~ I look forward to getting along with you." The frozen boy voiced his honest wish of getting along with her, no matter where it lead. Sometimes, with all the recent promiscuity that had suddenly come into his life, he only faced new people with sexual thoughts in mind, something he was aware was not at all cool or even close to being appropriate of not just a hero, but a proper person at all. This time, he actually had quite a bit of success this time, clearing his mind and instead focusing on the possibility of having a friend.
Yes.. just a friend. For how long though? How long would it take before he tried to get this one into bed with him as well? Would it truly feed his desire to be touched and desired?
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Post by Robin Engell on Sept 29, 2018 18:11:36 GMT -4
“It’s fine, don’t worry. I just saw knives and – Well, it’s a reflex, right? ‘Shou ga nai,’ ‘daijoubu,’ all of that good stuff. Don’t worry about it.”
Ruffled fabric as she pulls her hand from her pocket, waves away his worries like smoke in the air. Eyes turned away, and she’s about to excuse herself when his demeanor shifts, his eyes and smile soften, look down on her from seven inches above as an equal, not a conqueror, as if their relationship had leveled out and settled and become even.
He extends a hand, and she takes it after only a moment, lets his larger palm engulf her own.
“Yeah,” softer, uncertain, “it’s good to meet you too.”
Off-guard, response broken as he breaks the ice.
And she blinks with that thought, pauses in time.
“Wait, did you just literally break the ice?”
Eyes are flat, her grin is strained, twitching as she tries to scowl and can’t.
‘This is stupid. This is really, really stupid.’ Words that echo on repeat in her mind.
What kind of person is he, she wonders. The kind of bold she normally hates, self-absorbed and concerned with his own desires – that had been her initial thoughts, but in spite of awkward beginnings, the shift in his demeanor as the atmosphere thins and calms and isn’t thick with desire, the kind of course correction that only comes with self-awareness convinces her she may be wrong. They clash, chilled wind and heated air meet and fight and warp, twist around one another into a rising zephyr, but a smile stays stubborn on her lips.
“That’s… Really stupid. So you really do save that for introductions, don’t you? Sparring or not.”
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Post by Maximillian Tychus Kane on Oct 4, 2018 15:46:21 GMT -4
Wow, if before her pronunciation of Japanese words seemed just ever so slightly iffy, if a bit funny thanks to her nationality, the way she said them now, in that dismissive, casual American tone just made it sound that much more awkward, even funny if he was being honest. He knew the struggles of proper Japanese pronunciation, with his Brit accent constantly getting in his way when he tried to speak, he had learned to just incorporate it into his vocabulary and the way he spoke Japanese so that it'd sound as natural and pleasing as possible. Sometimes, the best way to solve a problem is by accepting its terms and go along with it. “Go with the current instead of fighting it” sort of thing.
Unable to help it, Maximilian let out a happy, innocent little chuckle, nodding to her while controlling himself so he could talk. “Swords, but I get it. Sorry for being so sudden, I had forgotten that they are weapons that could be dangerous to others. I kinda just.. control them, y’know? Extension of my mind, like limbs that ain't connected to my body. Stuff I can't explain, it just.. happens..!”
It took him a while to come off of that poetic high when it came to his quirk, the boy always being filled and overwhelmed with admiration and wonder for what he no longer considered something outside of him, but as part of him. The quirk was nothing more than just him now: Maxi T. Kane, Embodiment of Ice!
Huh. Neat title. He should stick with it.
On to lighter, more fun subjects, she might have just done the shittiest ice pun he had ever suffered in his life and -- only he and god can attest to this -- he has heard more than enough of those. “...Ooooh.. God please no.. that one was horribleeee!” Maxi couldn't help but chuckle at how bad that pun was, showing that he was not at all offended or bothered by her pun, instead, he enjoyed it, in a way.
Even then, though, she kept trying to accuse him of keeping the swords around for introductions, surely to use whenever he needed to break the ice! Puffing up his cheeks comically and even crossing his arms, he looked a little to the side. “As good an idea as that is, it's still wrong!! Hmph, I just had them for the spar!” Maxi whined and pouted for a little while, feigning anger and bother for a second or two before he exhaled, giggling a little bit at that, hoping she'd be at least smiling as well.
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Post by Robin Engell on Oct 5, 2018 13:36:58 GMT -4
“I didn’t!” Quick to defend – she lets both hands rise as a shield. “I thought you were making a visual pun, and – and -”
Punctuated by a sigh – panicked, wide-eyed expression wanes to a faint curve on her lips and a waning quarter-moon in her eyes. She drifts away, faces some point in the distance.
She almost likes the attention, she realizes, almost feels appreciated and wanted and normal. Even more dangerously, she almost likes him. But instead she remembers, feels the tickle of hair on her neck, the weight on her chest and hips, the perspective close to the ground and the brighter colors in the world around. ‘Don’t forget where his eyes were at first. Don’t forget you’re being used for your quirk.’ Words she forces into her mind.
Even if it feels different, even if she’s not being threatened or groped this time. Even if every intention seems wholesome. Even if she likes it.
“Well, nevermind, it doesn’t matter. Your quirk seems really strong – I don’t doubt it’s hard to keep normals in mind when you’re in a place like this. Are you from UA? I’ve been running into a lot of students today, and you’d have an even bigger excuse in that case.”
She closes off yet again – arms fold over her chest, hips and jaw cock to the side with her eyes pointed away. A faint breeze blowing picks up for a moment, a gust that glides in and takes hair and fabric, billows both in a short burst of frigid wind.
Her quirk burns hotter, a space heater on low, and she winces with the effort, still injured from that effort with Yumi.
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Post by Maximillian Tychus Kane on Oct 19, 2018 18:42:34 GMT -4
Really strong, huh? Of course she'd already be on to his strength, to his power like everyone else seemed to focus on. For a while now, specially in this military camp, Maximillian felt more like some sort of freakshow to these filthy quirkless who kept staring in awe, not like a man looks at someone great, but like a man looks at a mighty caged beast, wondering what sort of violence it could dish out. If this was the sort of popularity that he'd attain, as a weapon, he would rather die unkown.
Though it surely wasn't her intention to say or mean something like that, his mind naturally drifted to that conclusion with all the shit it has been put through these past few days. A face that lost its bright smile, the ease and friendliness in his eyes. After she just talked about his quirk being strong and fitting U.A., his tone shifted. "Yeah, mutant has the strong quirk -- Yes I god damn am, where else would I belong?"
Touchy subject there, eh, Mr. Freeze? His mind definitely wasn't in the best position right now as, soon after mildly lashing out at Robin for a comment that was obviously not meant to chastise or dehumanise him as some sort of weapon and not a person; Maximillian realized just how much of a cunt he had just been to her, so much so that he quietly raised his right hand to his face, pressing his index and thumb finger into the dorsum of his nose, only to slowly slide them down his smooth skin.
A quiet breath escaped his lips, he had an apology to make. "Sorry for.. lashing out. My entire time here the soldiers have talked about my quirk being strong and nothing else and I grew defensive, I should have been better." The situation with his mind was so exhausting that he hadn't even noticed either the fact that she was unnaturally, and literally, quite hot, as well as the fact that she seemed to be in pain.
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Post by Robin Engell on Oct 22, 2018 0:09:46 GMT -4
“How sad,” mumbled monotone with narrowed eyes. “It must be really hard for you to have an awesome quirk that everyone likes. Really unfortunate to have power perfectly suited for the path you chose being handed to you.”
A clattering chain that rises and falls and drops a gate – arms tight around her chest, feet turned and angled and ready to walk.
And he apologizes, and she pauses, glances off and away and travels by gaze somewhere else as the fog of her breath clouds her eyes and thoughts.
“I should have been better.”
“Yeah,” dull, listless, “me too.”
Audio gap where her steps speak loud, crunch and step shattered ice into dust as feet carry her.
“You shouldn’t hate a quirk that only opens doors. No one gets offended by ice. From way over here, it sounds like your only complaint is that you have it too good.”
“I’ll see you later.”
She’s gone unless he stops her, past a shattered tundra and into a comfortable warmth.
Running as she always has.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 25, 2018 8:16:47 GMT -4
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Somewhat hilarious sarcastic introductions like these can be a fun read. I hope to see more from them in the future.
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