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Post by Maximillian Tychus Kane on Sept 11, 2018 22:02:11 GMT -4
Alright, calm down. It has now been three god damn swordsmen he has fought in one single fucking day. He'd be exhausted right now were it not for the fact that he was getting fucking pissed at how repetitive things were getting. Also, the fights had ruined his tracksuit jacket completely, so now he was down to a plain white T-Shirt he wore only as underclothing to his main piece and the surprisingly intact pants on him, nothing else. Even his religiously cared-for hair was a complete fucking disaster now: strands of hair messily thrown about, parts of it not in the position he wanted them anymore and, of course, the sweat from the fighting had weakened his hair's form.
At least, now, he wouldn't find any more swordsmen. It'd be an actual morning, ONE SINGLE MORNING, no less than four hours since he has gotten here. From the early hours of the morning up to now, he has battled nothing but swordsmen. One after the another. Right now, the count was at three and he'd seriously flip shit if he seriously was, out of nowhere, approached by another god damn swordsman, looking at his god damn flying blades and asking for a god damn spar. He appreciated it the first or second time. After the third, it's kinda untolerable.
To put it mildly, he was quite miffed about it and, unwilling to really pay it any more mind than what was absolutely necessary, he'd just take a break for now. Ah, a good ol' break, how would he ever be expected to spend a whole day training at the military base without a proper snack!?
The boy moved his tired body towards the wall closest to him, dragging behind him the backpack he usually carried with him everywhere when on some sort of duty. School, training, the rare instances where he went camping, what have you. Turning his back towards the wall and gently sliding his feet across the floor to lay his back against it and have his rump firmly sat down, his hands went right away to his backpack:
A proper meal. A bottle full of his homebrewed, chilly Kvass disguised as nothing more than just a juice bottle of a color quite similar to it and, to go along with it, several chocolate-chip muffins he made for himself, one of the only hotter treats he knew how to actually make. Sometimes, you can't just eat Ice Cream with everything, you know? You don't eat ice cream while drinking that sweet sweet Kvass. The first muffin. Lifting it with his left hand and just staring at it for a second, just basking in the glory and the greatness of the treat he was about to take, he brought it close to his lips. A chomp and a bite, he took quite a good piece of his muffin with a relaxed smile. To accompany it, he gave his Kvass a little gulp, quietly licking his lips to get some leftovers off of him.
Meanwhile, to make sure his mind just didn't stop working, and since he still had training to do, Maxi never dropped let the six ice levitating blades go down to the ground: something he'd surely regret quite soon.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2018 23:29:27 GMT -4
Adorning a blue jean-jacket with the sleeves rolled up, a dark undershirt, and a simple pair of faded jeans - nothing seemed out of the ordinary about Sano, barring the his naturally green hair and the wooden sword resting on his shoulders. Relaxed, his arms were hoisted on both ends of the sword; he looked more like a scarecrow, but who was he to complain? He wasn't going to let other dictate his definition of comfortable. With his arms spread so wide, he did take up quite a bit of space as he walked through crowds of people. Following the rule of cool, he carried himself with an equally laid-back poise, taking the opportunity to scope out what all the fuss was about this place.
The day thus far had been uneventful. Nothing interesting and had been going on; this was an absolute nightmare scenario for Sano. He needed to find something to do with his day or he had to witness it go to waste. It was the sole reason he even checked out this 'little' encampment. He thought it was going to be some boring school lessons, but there were some real interesting things going on here. Medical zones, armory and shooting range, you name it. He didn't care about those too much, but hey. At least they had it, right?
Naturally, Sano would be in the combat zone. Because why wouldn't he be? He carried his signature sword around and was always looking for a good time or at least, he wanted to be a part of a good time. He wasn't actually out here trying to get his ass handed to him or anything.
He would have loved to say there were some familiar faces, but he was new to U.A. and up to this point he had met precisely one other person. A cool guy named Teika, a real go-getter type, or at least that was the vibe Sano got from their interaction. However, in stark contrast to that was a worn and weary looking stranger in the distance.
Ew, what a mess. Sano thought, wondering what exactly happened to this guy. A mugging? Was he homeless? Was he homeless and mugged multiple times? There was only one way to find out. He approached, slinging his left arm to his side and leaving the wooden sword on his right shoulder, grasped firmly by his right hand. Finally done approaching, he backed up into the wall and crouched next to the dude. He smelled more like sweat and hard work, but not so homeless. Sano took another glance at him and then to his messy hair, thinking Okay, maybe a little homeless.
"Damn man, you got your ass handed to you. Where are the bad guys at? Maybe, call for help next time." Sano brought his freehand up just above his eyes, blocking the sun and looking left and then right; simulating a faux search. He didn't pull any punches when joking with people and there was no way of knowing of what he said was right or wrong until after the fact. |
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Post by Maximillian Tychus Kane on Sept 21, 2018 20:25:33 GMT -4
Oh, it was just amazing, to drink some good, real chilly Kvass with a bunch of tasty, homemade muffins. Really, nothing could ruin this beautiful moment! What could ruin it? What could possibly ruin the chilly, honeyed cider-tasting fermented drink, that holds that touch of alcohol to really get the bothers of the mind to simply go away, to revitalize his body with god's blessed energy, while also holding that perfect taste that simply hugs and showers your tastebuds with sweet, honeyed love?
Not only his Kvass, but also his muffins! Fluffy, beautiful wonders of life itself, with chocolate chips mixed into the mix to bring forth tougher, sweeter little pieces to it, both of which complement each other like love complements life. Nothing can beat a chocolate chip muffin when it's made perfectly, specially when mixed with some ice cream. Ah, if only he wasn't drinking Kvass, he'd be slapping ice cream on top of his muffins by the spoonful, that's for sure!
The two of the most beautiful of things, could only be ruined not only by some asshat mocking his appearance, which was actually just given to him by three good fights against swordfighters, but also the fact that.. oh god. Oh no oh god, ANOTHER one.
His golden eyes raised themselves to lock into the wooden sword that Sano carried with him, his slit-like black irises widening quite a bit once he noticed it, some sputtering and shaking coming off of the frozen boy. The air around him was simply breezy, even if a little chilly thanks to how slow his body had gotten though now, thanks to the alcohol and the horror of the possibility of fighting yet ANOTHER swordfighter, his body was absorbing heat at alarming rates.
A cold mist picked up around the Boy himself as he slowly closed his Kvass bottle, along with the container with muffins, choosing to slide them back to his bag. Moving himself up to stand up tall, even if he looked kinda beat, the boy moved backwards and finally raised those six levitating ice blades, all of them pointed at Sano. "NOooo. Oohoh Nononono. NOT another swordfighter, you're the fourth one this morning!" Maximillian exclaimed while holding his swords high, just in case of the necessity of self defense: his aversion to fighting swordfighters for the rest of the morning was almost palpable.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2018 12:10:19 GMT -4
Another sword fighter? Another?! He thought, raising an eyebrow with growing concern. The air eerily chilled and the breeze struck Sano with the strangely tattered boy's words, in sync with Sano's current emotional state - it was practically a metaphor for both his situation and disappointment. What did all mean? Was picking up the sword to be unique all for nothing? Maybe that was the case, but the strange hobo-like young man went from eating to standing up with raised... icicles? It all took place in a manner of mere moments, but Sano stood up and backed away. What had started off as an opportunity for friendly banter had suddenly transformed into a challenge.
"What the hell are you on about? Another sword fighter?! From where, dammit!?" Sano roared, needing answers. He planted his feet and held the wooden sword not so unlike that of a kendo user. As the cool breeze passed by and Sano grew silent, the sound of leaves rustling via the wind set the stage. His eyes were honed onto the figure of the messy blue haired boy. Not one to back down from such an immediate challenge, there was nothing for Sano to do but engage now.
"Six levitating ice blades? This is way too juicy to pass up. I don't know what's wrong with you, but if it's a fight you want..." Sano wasted no time before leaping right in, his shockingly weary opponent was clearly battle hardened and ready. Bringing the sword horizontally to the side, he bent his left knee and dashed forward. Step-by-step, he came up with a plan of action a short. A mere test of the strangers abilities, each of these initial steps was performed to close the distance. But there was more to it than that, there always was with Sano.
"Let's get crazy!" He exclaimed with a massive grin.
A full on frontal attack on a six popsicle wielding pseudo-swordsman? Not a chance. He wouldn't know what was proper to do in that situation anyway, so instead - he did what he always did best. Improvise. Once he was close enough, Sano slid against the ground, losing a little momentum in exchange for an unexpected attack. Hoping his opponent would aim high and Sano took advantage of the height of the enemy swords, he struck for the legs with his wooden sword; aiming for what was a simultaneously simple and complicated leg sweep.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2018 11:03:39 GMT -4
Maxi - 9 * 2 = 18 exp
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Post by Darren Blanco II on Oct 11, 2018 12:54:41 GMT -4
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