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Post by Darren Blanco II on Nov 22, 2018 21:14:59 GMT -4
One last obstacle, and this time, the action men (and grey women) were out of commission. Understandably so, as they had just blown a tank; still, the responsibility of keeping theirs from blowing up fell on Chimera and Yojin’s shoulders.
And boy did they handle it. Chimera had probably been the most scared of the lot, clearly not in his element in the middle of a war zone with people dying left and right. Perhaps that’s what spurred on his last charge; perhaps he wanted to help his comrade in arms too. In either case, the soldier with the C4 strapped on saw a fury of white fur getting dangerously closer, bellowing an order to Yojin that sounded like a beastly scream to the man.
Army life had not been kind to our bomber, and the fact he came up with this plan was a dead tell he was missing a few blocks up there. These blocks had been knocked out, in fact, in his previous deployment, helping quell a quirked rebellion in south east Asia. That is not to say that he had been a good man before; he had thoroughly enjoyed it. But there he survived a bullet to the side of the head by a miracle. It ricocheted, leaving him alive but his prefrontal cortex forever messed with. And just like Phineas Gage, the first documented case of such a thing happening, it had knocked all his inhibitions and sense of self-preservation loose, making his plan to blow up the tank seem like a good one.
The sight of Chimera charging at him brought memories back. He clenched his fist.
Or at least willed himself to, but he realized he couldn’t feel his fingers. He couldn’t feel his entire hand, in fact, or anything above the wrist. A look to the side informed him of the reason. It was funny how everything seemed frozen, playing in slow motion in these situations, thought the soldier as he watched his right hand sail off with an arc of blood.
The pain hit him a second later and he started screaming. Right as he was about to press the fateful trigger, Chimera’s claws reached him. They were a fraction of a second faster, and they tor through the bones, veins, nerve and muscle like butter, crunching only a little against the wrists bones.
The next thing he knew, he ate Yojin’s big wrench between the teeth. It at least served as an anesthetic, even if it cost a few teeth with each use.
In the meantime, Alex and Risaka had reached the tank, groggy as they were. Yoshida was being carried here by two of his allies, his leg injury haphazardly patched up, but Yamaguchi came back alone, holding Nobu’s tags. The soldiers all knew what it meant and fell silent for a second, but there was no time to lose. “In the tank, now. Get up there.” The sergeant couldn’t call them kids anymore.
And so the tank carrier thing contraption started up one again. It picked up Yojin and Chimera and made its way out through the battlefield. The steel tent at the back was sporadically hit by bullets, the ricochets on the outside resounding inside. There was no way to tell if these were stray bullets or not.
One of the helicopters made a few passes at them as they reached the limits of the camp. Twice the machine gunners fired a burst, twice the tank soldiered on. The armor plates held strong. The helicopter then abandoned its pursuit, and only the gunner, the tank driver and the tank commander knew why. A white flag was hastily raised on the side of the hull, if its beat up appearance wasn’t already telling.
In front of the tank a small JSDF task force was rolling up. They had tanks, in proper four vehicles battle groups, supported by motorized infantry in ATVs and helicopters of every sort. A couple of jet fighters roared abovehead. After some hasty radio communication, Toma announced with a triumphant voice: “They’re the good guys!”
Needless to say, the anti quirkers soon surrendered. The original plan had been to coordinate the coup with others across the military and inspire anti-quirkers militas to rise all across Japan, preying on the resentment some people felt upon the generalization of quirkers in the workplace and in governmental institutions. Most cells eventually abandoned the idea, and just a handful were left in the end. The other insurrections were nipped in the bud early on, thankfully. Alexander, Risaka, Chimera and Yojin, and all those who died just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.
The beat-up tank was easily avoided by the task force, and soon medical truck surrounded it. Everyone inside was transferred into a truck, given blankets, hot food and drink and medical attention, and the rests of their escape vehicle was marked to be towed. It would be kept as a token of this incident and would one day find its place in a museum.
Many would describe today as a shitty day and they wouldn’t be wrong in the slightest. But the students survived, and not only that, but they saved lives as well. As much as this would be pushed under the rug and their roles diminished, no one could completely ignore the news stories about a ragtag bunch of Yueei students assisting the military in quelling the uprising in Semper Fi.
Today, they had been heroes.
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Post by Chimera on Nov 22, 2018 22:53:40 GMT -4
704 WC oh dear. Head trauma. | Oh.
Chimera knew his own strength. He knew he was capable of lifting things much heavier than a person his weight should with ease, and knew he could throw a mean right-hook when he had to. He knew he was stronger than "normal" people. He knew that he could be dangerous, if he wanted to be. But he didn't want to. He'd known all of that for a long time. And yet...and yet...
Yet he'd gone at this man at full-strength.
The spray of blood that came from the soldier's wrist was not like it was in the movies--again, it was the first thing Chimera could think of at the sight of it, just like when he'd seen the man who'd protected him get his head shot. There was no geyser or, hell, even a fountain. There was just an initial spray of blood as the skin and muscle was severed, veins and arteries spewing out their bright red contents for only as long as the velocity allowed. Then it just began to gush, like water from a fountain, down the man's recently shortened arm.
Chimera dropped the hand.
"......I...I....didn't....."His voice choked, his eyes so wide the red of his iris seemed to have shrunken into a pinprick against the white. It mimicked the flecks of blood that now covered the front of his face. His muzzle was stained red. Everything was stained red. No, not really, but in a moment it felt like it was. Chimera couldn't breathe. Everything in his body suddenly felt cold and hard like he were made of stone, staring at the soldier, his severed hand not far from him, and then at his own paws. They had flecks of blood on them, too. Red. Red red blood.His stomach growled. No no no no no nononon no n on on on on no on no no--His lungs began to work all of a sudden, his breathing coming out in quick, frantic, shallow bursts. Don't breathe deeply. If he breathed deeply, he'd smell blood. It smelled like copper and salt and it smelled like death and so good-- --no no NNON ONONONONONONO NONONO NO N--"...n...n...n..."Chimera was moving again before he could process it. His whole body was still cold, but now it was screaming at him. Screaming, screeching, begging him to turn back around and finish what he'd started. That the blood on his hands would taste delicious, and that the source of it was gushing like a chocolate fountain and he could turn back around and bite down and never-- STOP STOP STOP NO NO NO NO NO!!!!He reached the tank, ducking around the side of it, and out of sight of anyone. Away from the--delicious--blood. Away from the man. Away from Yojin. Away from anyone. But they were going to come back, weren't they? Alex and the gray girl were going to get close any moment with injuries or blood splattered clothing and his mouth was watering through his fangs and gasps for air--A loose plate. A spare one. Chimera grabbed it in both hands, claws digging into it for dear life. Do something. Do something, or he was going to hurt them. His friends. His friends and the people who helped them. His friends and their soft, warm skin and red yummy blood that even the smoke and fuel and dirt in the air could not mask the scent of...it was still on his muzzle, right by his nose, and it was smelling better and better by the second. Like candy. Like everything sweet and savory and wonderful and he was starving.Just a bite. Just eat one of the weaker ones. The ones who are shot and dying already. It's such a waste. Nobody will notice, not with so many dead.
Before the others come. Quick, quick, just take a--
I'M NOT A MONSTER.Chimera lifted the heavy plate above his head and brought it down, right onto his forehead--missing the protection of his own horns--as hard as he could.He didn't even feel the pain, or the ground as it rushed up to meet him.[loss of consciousness] |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 23, 2018 0:29:17 GMT -4
Exhaustion was just the new rule of existence at this point.
Exhaustion and numbness. Numbness and exhaustion.
Alex still couldn’t feel his hands or feet, but his head felt like his brain had a drill inserted and whirring around inside it. His pace was slower than usual, but as fast as he could currently manage. He was aware enough of his surroundings to know that he was basically helpless at this point – and though he was sure he could maybe fend off one or two more attackers if the range was close… any further use of his quirk to that extent would lead to him actually physically losing consciousness. If he lost consciousness, he needed to do it much closer to the tank. Much closer to people he could trust to drag his body out of there. Trust. That was a funny word, and not one that he had used very often before. Alex had a hard time trusting people in general, especially to the extent that willingly letting himself pass out would entail. If he lost consciousness, he could just be left to die and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it.
That wasn’t even his main concern at this point, though, which was odd. Chimera was a person who was… honestly? A giant baby. He had been the one in the class chats to desperately stop people from fighting, calling out people for ‘being mean’ and other insanely small infractions. He was the nice police of the school, basically, always ensuring that someone spoke out against rudeness and other mild infractions. He was basically the goddamned hall monitor of U.A. chat. Nobody really listened to him, but he tried his heart out anyway.
Chimera didn’t deserve this. Not that any of the rest of them did, of course, but Chimera especially. He went from calling people out for cursing in a school chat to being shot at and having explosions go off near him in the span of twenty-four hours. The delinquent hadn’t seen the mutant in a while, and honestly? He was pretty concerned that the boy had died. A second of hesitation would be enough to get a bullet through the eye, and he had a hard time imagining that Chimera had any sort of killer instinct. The dude had enough compassion in his heart to stand up for Rin of all people. And once you start defending and praying for the health of Yuuei’s equivalent to literally Satan… well, Alex had a hard time believing that the goat boy would have it in him to up and just kill someone even if it was for self-defense.
He walked past the tank, then, after seeing that Chimera was not part of the group inside of it. Yojin wasn’t either, he had noted, and that was honestly pretty concerning. Risaka had wandered off somewhere as well, but he wasn’t worried about her because she didn’t seem to be injured at all. It was when he stepped past the tank that he saw the aftermath of the battle…
Blood. Man with severed hand. Chimera unconscious and covered in blood. Explosives around the enemy soldier’s chest. Another person was moving in the area… Yojin, the American realized as his slightly blurred vision cleared for a moment. The concussion was taking a toll on more than one of his senses, so it took him a few seconds longer to fully grasp what was going on. Without a word, the boy went forwards at the same hurried but ineffective pace as he did before. He couldn’t feel his feet, so his gait was awkward and exaggerated. What he did know for a fact, however, was that Chimera was heavy and Yojin would probably need help dragging him back.
The mutant was unconscious at best, and dead at worst. He couldn’t see the details of any injuries, but he might have had a knife stuck into his throat or something. That was bad, and Alex was more than a little concerned. As he came closer, the delinquent reached for his nonexistent holster to draw the handgun that he dropped some time ago to make sure the bomber was dead, but once he realized he had no weapon just ignored the guy and kept on moving towards Chimera.
Everything after that, honestly, was a blur.
They made it back to the tank, and thankfully nobody got injured on the way out. The anti-quirker faction had not won the battle and were being contained. Alex had lost his helmet at some point, and he was never sure when exactly that was. Once they walked out of the protection the tank provided, they were just kind of swarmed with people. Medical people, soldier people, news people, random people… just all kinds of people.
Due to the boy’s head injury, he would never have full recollection of that specific time frame. What he did realize later, though, that whether he ended up choosing to or not… he was the one who talked with the media the most. He was surprisingly coherent, thankfully, and while there was a bit of a slur in his words and a glassiness to his red eyes it wasn’t enough to be immediately noticeable unless you were paying close attention. It turns out that even in a heavily concussed state, the American valued the press and the fame and glory they could provide a lot more than his other classmates.
Eventually he was basically dragged back by medical personnel so that his injuries could actually be ascertained, but it was a good run while it lasted. For better or for worse, the first images of him as a hero on the television that people would be as he appeared that day. Clumsily stitched up and modified motorcycle armor that was heavily damaged at that point from several bullets that either penetrated or caused very visible damage throughout the ensemble were very apparent – even on the footage later. In truth, he looked more like one of those wannabe vigilantes who decided to put on a mask and come out from their mother’s basement to go and fight crime… his hero suit really looked that bad.
But it was a start, and a foundation to build upon. It was not the grand arrival that he had imagined for himself to start off his hero career… but make no mistake about it.
U.A. had officially arrived on the scene as forces to be reckoned with.
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Post by Risaka Reinacht on Nov 23, 2018 21:14:18 GMT -4
Just what in the hellish fuck happened near the friendly tank? When the monochrome lass got the to the scene of the rather unsightly event happening between the goat boy and unfamiliar soldier with a blood spurting hand she frowned with nothing more than mere disgust and sighing. ''Guess the softie are even willing to rip off hands, what a messy furred one..'' Luckily enough the scene was quickly handled by the pro-quirk soldiers. Risaka putting down the body near the tank for whatever help the solider needed, she was no nurse and had zero experience with health care so she simply let his fate be handed to those who actually know their stuff. ''I really got no time to meddle with army pigs, I just wanna get out of here already..'' And that was exactly what she was intending to do, the moment she saw the opportunity she will be going right off. But the place could still be dangerous, so for now she stick around with them. Hearing the sudden banging nosie from the other side of the tank made her give a bit of a jump, who could blame her really, place was a mess where explosions can happen anywhere. Of course it was just a small thudding noise and paid very little mind to it. Jumping on the side of the tank and sitting idly with her legs swaying a bit, she was afterall one of the least hurt in the group, infact she just wanted to get back to her bed as if everything that just happened wa nothing too crazy, just another day.
But of course her chances of getting away from the scene was slimmed down to the point of her panicking. She expected reinforcements and aid coming to the field of tragedy, but with common people such as jouralists sneaking their way into the place like a bunch of leeches just to get their hands on information only worth of couple of pages, all of that turned Risaka pale, even more pale than her chalk white skin. ''W-what the actual fuck, why are there suddenly so many people! Oh god this will turn into such a chaos, fuck this place and fuck everything! Fuck the others too!'' Inside of her mind was an anxious breakdown. Staring around with frowning pair of gray eyes only showed that she felt extremely uncomfortable. Being given the hot food and drinks from the reinforcement was somewhat pleasent, but she didn't want that! She wanted a way out! Desperately she got away from her current position among the many vehicles, trying her best to get out of the scene, but that of course leads to her having to run away from people, all she could really think was 'fuck my life'.
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Post by Hino Yojin on Nov 24, 2018 0:45:15 GMT -4
自由自在 I ain't no fortunate son It would have been nice to say that Yojin felt a glimmer of triumph. They’d won. It was over. But victory just felt like a wrench in the teeth. Like the smell of blood, and sudden, shocking image of someone’s body torn open in a way it shouldn’t be.
He was reaching into his pocket, trying to find anything--a strip of tape, or a tie.
“Sorry.” Yojin heard himself mutter to the handless man on the ground. What a joke. The tank rumbled behind him. He had to go.
He pulled off his belt, and tossed it in front of the soldier that had tried to kill them all. “...For the bleeding.”
The detonator was a few inches away, the man’s hand still gripping it. Yojin bend down, bile rising in his throat as he slid the little box out of the man’s severed fingers. For a moment, he had the mad urge to press it. Wipe everything away. Control + Alt + Delete. His quirk flickered, and instead, the detonator broke.
Yojin turned his back on the handless soldier, and walked back to the tank. On the way, he passed Alex carrying Chimera. He couldn’t blame his roomate for fainting. He was dead tired himself.
He helped Alex load Chimera into the tank, turning to look the at the other student, thinking a moment. Yojin had never met this man before today. And now he owed him his life.
He wasn’t sure what to do with that. But he’d repay it.
He looked past Alex to the grey-skilled girl, and shivered.
Both of them had probably killed today. Fought, and killed, because he and Chimera hadn’t been able to.
He’d repay them.
“Thanks.” He murmured. “...Both of you.”
Talking had been a mistake. The vision of the man’s severed hand rose back in his eyes. Memories of their soldiers firing into the crowd fighting Alex. He lunged forward, bending over the edge of the tank, and threw up again--nothing but dry, bitter liquid left to vomit. He still couldn’t stop until they’d managed to get clear of the camp, convulsion after eye-watering convulsion. He felt empty. Squeezed dry of tears and fluid and energy.
And he could tell something was wrong, because as he got close to the crowd of reporters, he still couldn’t hear anything.
He remembered ducking back from the cameras. The grey girl started to run. Yojin opened his mouth--he wanted to tell her his name, or thank her again, but she was already panicking at the attention.
“...Hino Yojin.” He called after her, reaching up, frying a camera pointed in her direction. She probably didn’t hear him. He couldn’t hear anything.
He barely remembered anything after that. Just hollow, empty fatigue. He’d pulled on his mask again to hide from the cameras. Alex was taking questions. Yojin used the last of his energy to find medics for Chimera and Sachi, making sure every single injured person had someone to look after them.
He didn’t want to be a hero. He barely wanted to exist.
All he could do was look for tomorrow.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 24, 2018 20:20:09 GMT -4
Graded. Results: - Darren (Storyteller EXP, to be transferred to Darren the character) - 192 EXP - no EP to be allocated to the storyteller.
- Chimera - 104 EXP +2 EP
- Alex - 200 EXP + 2 EP
- Risaka - 138 EXP + 2EP
- Yojin - 126 EXP + 2 EP
kthxbai
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