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Post by Emi Ryoko Tachibana on Oct 17, 2018 9:27:37 GMT -4
Emi was getting bored – fast. She’d never thought she’d tired of throwing giant crystals around with her mind, and yet, there she was. Days of the same target practice in the same setting had worn her out – not because she was exerting herself, but because it had grown dull. The walls couldn’t sling insults or offer criticism. They barely took damage to show her progress, and they couldn’t surprise or test her. And yet, she hadn’t brought herself to ask another student for help. It might have solved most of her problems, but it also meant sucking up her pride. It was one thing to have to ask one of her peers for help. It would be another when they beat her up, because the closest she had come to fighting was a temper tantrum as a toddler. She couldn’t hide from fighting forever, seeing as she was in a school for heroes, but it was going to suck when she was forced to.
So, like she did with so many uncomfortable experiences, she pushed the thought to the back of her head. The boredom was manageable if it meant avoiding an embarrassing beatdown. As she had done for several days in a row, she ran laps around the gymnasium in her running gear. It definitely wasn’t U.A. uniform, but rather, a black tank top and leggings accented with rose gold (she either hadn’t noticed there was a uniform or didn’t care). She summoned spikes of salt and fired them at targets on the wall – a skill she’d become rather good at, if only out of sheer monotony. It seemed that was how she was set to spend her afternoon, if not for an untimely intrusion…
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Post by Dexter Freeman on Oct 18, 2018 11:19:44 GMT -4
"Fooooooooor~! SPAAAAAAAARTA!" Bellowed an unfamiliar voice, to an even more unfamiliar line- Especially when one took into consideration that not only were they not in Sparta, but too that it was in English- Both unacquainted with modern day Japan.
To be entirely frank, Dexter was never one for the subtleties of social constructs that are the foundation of what is otherwise known as 'normal'. Too which, he with a boisterous voice and brash attitude; strongly disagreed with. It wasn't that he wasn't inherently a bad person, in-fact he willed himself with good intentions and the ambition to push himself through the the thickest mud. The issue that many came across, was he wasn't terribly concerned about the self-taught, or otherwise teachings of everyday ... Formalities.
Which takes us to now; with a young boy- whom was a bit younger than even the youngest students that occupied the school. Swinging on what could be described as a rope that resembled that of a Tarzan jungle-gym. It wasn't target-less though, in-fact this whole mess of battle-crying, if one could call it that. And the out of place hand-swing, was all directed to the poor unfortunate soul that is Emi Tachibana.
How you ask? Well with his feet first, directed towards her torso. Why? Because why not. At least, that was what was going through Dexter's mind at the moment. Whatever brought him to suddenly attacking a fellow student who for whatever reason was occupying her time with salting the walls? One could argue he was doing the structural integrity of the school's walls a favor. But the truth is, he overheard over the hushed whispers of fellow students about a pretty girl; or was it a pretty odd girl? Didn't matter- Much. That was occupying the gymnasium throwing salt around like it was some poor attempt at disguising the bad taste of a poor dish.
Dexter, being who he is. Couldn't help but to investigate the absurd, yet intriguing claim. Plus, he couldn't find his brother to harass. So who better than a stranger? No one, that's who.
That brings us to the present. With a young boy garbed in his everyday school attire; a travel mug strapped to his belt that was strangely labelled [COFFEE JUICE] rather unusually. And a grin, a toothy one; that was chattering with the evil cackle of a crappy villain.
"DEFEND YOURSELF CITY OF TROY FOR I SIEGE YOU NOoooOOOW!" And at that very moment, was around the time he was about to collide with the girl, feet first.
The question was, how did she react?
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Post by Emi Ryoko Tachibana on Oct 18, 2018 15:41:40 GMT -4
If she had the choice, Emi would have easily taken running laps over a kick to the stomach, but one young boy seemed set on choosing for her. Between his yells of “Fourspahtah” and the fact that he was swinging right for her in an otherwise empty gym, she would have had to be braindead to miss his approach. And yet, she slowed to a halt instead of diving out of the way. She focused on the incoming projectile, giving it a dumbfounded stare. No, that was definitely a boy. Student, even. Was he even speaking Japanese? More importantly, where did the rope come from? No, most important… why was he swinging towards her?
Oh. He was swinging towards her. As the boy let out his battle cry, it occurred to Emi that she might want to start moving. Or she could put her training to good use. She held an arm out in front of her, summoning white grains from around the limb. They swarmed in front of her to form her desire – a mess of cubes combined to form a rough barrier, almost as tall as she was and hovering an inch above the ground. If the kid was set on attacking her, he would slam his body against the wall before he could reach her. Hopefully, his feet would take the brunt of the force, but Emi wasn’t exactly prioritizing his comfort. The wall wasn’t particularly wide, however, which gave him a chance for a rough landing. She wasn’t going to drain her salt levels on some crazy kid by blocking his escape route. Instead, her face gave way to a glare, both apprehensive and annoyed. The wall dropped to touch the ground, and she switched her control to the pair of salt spikes behind her. They were ripped from the targets and flipped to face her, and by extension, her attacker. They showed no signs of moving closer to her, but her intent was clear.
“What the hell is your problem?!” she yelled. There was no point in trying to be polite when there was nobody else around. The volume made it all the easier to hear hints of confusion as she tried to understand what was going on. “Are you insane? You can’t just charge in trying to murder people!”
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Post by Dexter Freeman on Oct 19, 2018 6:38:15 GMT -4
In the matter of seconds; the young boy was turned from Tarzan, king of the gymnasium- Or was it jungle? Either way, to the bug that splats against a window. Except in this case, it was a boy and a wall of salt. Typically, most stories don't start this way; which is precisely why Dexter found it both amusing, and slightly painful.
Mixed between laughter as the salt wall collapsed, and the winces from the redness that pulsated on his forehead, cheeks and parts of his exposed body; which wasn't a lot. It was clear, that him and his infinite wisdom; decided to ram into the wall was more amusing than avoiding it. In Emi's fit of seeming irritation, or perhaps confusion; and Dexter's attempt at stifling his own bemused state, he pointed an index finger at Emi and spoke in broken Japanese. "You should have seen your faaaace~!" He blurted some more stifled giggles. "Me?" He gestured to himself, as the slightly older girl had accused him, or questioned the matter of his sanity. "Insanity? Murder? Are you nuts, girl?" He himself, posed the same question; with a tone that was incredulous, perhaps an attempt at stirring her emotions into something more aggressive.
And in a way, that's what he received with the two angled spikes of salt. He not-so-cooly snapped both his fingers and did two pointed finger-guns towards Emi, with a wink. "Atta' girl, now you're getting the right idea! Gotta' train against cool kids, like me. No murder, just slight injury and potential broken stuff. But otherwise, it's good!" Needless to say, Dexter was a bit... Eccentric; but perhaps well-intentioned, one could hope.
Only after his rather; abnormal choice of words. Perhaps it was subject from his broken language capacity in Japanese. He pointed at her, like a foolish challenger does to someone in a television show. "Now! Prepare yourself! Well, you have; but still. We're gonna work ourselves to the very limit!"
At the final moment, he had unclipped the drink container from his belt; popped open the cap and chugged, from what she could tell from the rising steam, rather hot coffee. If not by the obvious writing on the container, the aroma that followed suggested rather clearly. Capping it, slapping it back to his belt and with a rather flourished whip of his right hand erupted a blue-ish translucent sword; that for all intents and purposes resembled the Excalibur, save for the fact it looked somewhat ghostly. And he took a single step forward, lead by his left foot and in a wisping sound of air; manifested a shield that one could discern was from Ancient Roman time; one with some semblance of historical knowledge, could with little effort- discern that both pieces of equipment resembled that of historical artifacts of significance.
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Post by Emi Ryoko Tachibana on Oct 19, 2018 8:06:45 GMT -4
Emi felt no sympathy for the boy’s intimate meeting with her wall. His choice to take the hit only reaffirmed her belief that he wasn’t all there mentally. Every school had at least one special kid, and she had just found U.A.’s – a laughing mad little boy with a total disregard for manners. Then he spoke, and his accent gave him away more than his immaturity did. He wasn’t completely insane, just foreign. And stupid. More stupid than foreign, she reasoned, but at least that could be fixed.
Her pinching her eyebrows together said more than words could. Maybe it was just a mistake. The boy genuinely didn’t understand what those words meant, and thought the gym was some open challenging space. That had to be it, right? She took a deep breath in, trying to calm herself as the boy ran his mouth to start a fight. He wasn’t doing the best job of selling the idea to her, and she had no interest in getting pummelled so soon after she enrolled.
He stopped for a drink, and she brought herself to answer. “You’ve got to be jok- Alright, how about we don’t do that?” No sell; the boy revealed his quirk, and Emi’s expression gave way to shock – with a hint of worry. Sixteen years of casual training, and she could, at best, create rudimentary weapons in the palm of her hand. It was a far cry from the fully-formed blade her attacker held in his hand, with an ornate (by her standards) shield to match. Well-made, and despite the mystifying look, she had no illusions about how much they would hurt. More to the point, he had better control over his quirk than she did, and seemed to have every intention of proving that.
He’d stunned her into silence again, but after a few seconds she brought herself to shake her head. Irritation showed itself again. “No. No, that’s not how we’re doing this.” She began to draw out her words, dropping to a questionably condescending tone. “We don’t fight here. No battle. You ask first. Nicely. I do not want to fight.” All the while, the spikes hovered behind her. The wall began to break down, forming a heap of grains on the floor. “Go and find somebody else. Leave. Goodbye.”
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Post by Dexter Freeman on Oct 23, 2018 4:11:39 GMT -4
As the fellow student went as far to start reprimanding Dexter verbally; he simply arched a brow. It was clear generally speaking, that his hearing and understanding of the language was better than his spoken capacity. However, his quirk; despite her scolding and attempt to dissuade the inevitability of a fight- remained. His stance unhindered, and showing a resolute defiance to her babbling. Geez, she sure does run her mouth. Off pitterin' about swinging her quirk in a Hero School, and is too afraid to have a lil' friendly spar? What a putz, guess I aught to just make her push herself. That is when he smiled, through his pondering.
If Emi had never seen such an expression that enacted the feelings of 'Mischievousness' in simple unspoken intent. She did now. "While I acknowledge your request!" He bellowed in Japanese, he flourished the blade to his side; if she was watching closely, she would notice that he shifted the position of the weapon so the flat of the blade was where a proper swing would impact.
"I do however, regret to inform you that I must decline your rejection! You see-" As he spoke, the young boy sprung into action. Shifting his weight forwards, and vaulting his momentum off the tips of his feet. Burst into a run towards Emi, with the shield held fast in-front of him, prepared to deflect incoming blows- it helped that it was semi see-through; Dexter had the advantage of defense without having to sacrifice vigilance. "This is good practice! A villain ain't gonna damn well ask permission, don't'cha think?! Now! Prepare!" He thought, with quite confidence that his reasoning was pretty valid. They were in a school to learn how to defend themselves, and others. And those who meant intentional harm weren't just going to ask the victim for their permission.
While he acted on the initiative, and perhaps a bit of the naivety of his fellow student. He charged in, with the focus of getting close; and utilizing his proficiency in arms. Once, and if he got close; he would plant his left foot forwards, angled to slow his momentum, and swung the shield forwards- in a way of deflection less than an attack, and following promptly behind was the blade, though not with the edge- He had twisted the weapon prior to make it so if he managed to crack a hit into her, it would be blunt; and effectively the least likely to be fatal.
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Post by Emi Ryoko Tachibana on Oct 24, 2018 16:29:07 GMT -4
From the sounds of it, the boy was standing down. ‘Thank God’, she thought, though her sigh of relief gave the same sentiment. “Geez… Thank you. For a second, I thought you were really stupid enough to- Wait, what?!” What kind of person ‘declined a rejection’? More to the point, what was she meant to do about the crazed child running at her? Panic took hold of her face again, with the boy’s attempts to convince her this was for the best doing nothing to help. In fact, she was barely listening by that point. Adrenaline was doing a great job of drowning him out once he was on the move, and filling her head with courses of action instead.
She could try to run, but even if she could get past him to reach the exits, there was no guarantee that she would be fast enough to keep the distance. ‘Fight’ wasn’t a much better option than ‘flight’, considering how much fighting experience she’d had (she lost that temper tantrum, by the way). There was no time to think of some masterplan to escape – not when her attacker was already halfway to her!
Halfway. She narrowed her eyes, staring straight ahead. Yes, the boy was indeed getting too close for comfort, but to do that, he’d crossed the remains of her wall. How was he so focused on charging at her that he missed that? Well, she wasn’t going to complain, but it wouldn’t do much to stop him advancing on her.
She raised a hand, prompting one of the ice spikes to fall into her awaiting palm. A sharp cone just slightly longer than her forearm, it was an unwieldy weapon, but the best she had given the circumstances. She had to hold it towards its pointed end just to keep a grip on it. Not particularly great as a weapon, given its range. The second spike fell to the ground just behind her, lifeless. She needed her focus for something else – specifically, forming part of the salt pile behind the boy into five smaller spikes, no longer than her index finger. They shot forward for a sneak attack in a rough line, all aimed for his lower legs. Should the boy find himself unable to dodge, two of the spikes would leave their mark on him as they flew past, while the other three would aim to impale themselves in his body. It wouldn’t be a deep mark, but it could serve as a decent distraction, and that was all she was thinking of. Still, was it a slight escalation? Sure, but she wasn’t thinking about niceties.
The attack was unlikely to stop the incoming attack, leaving Emi to improvise with what little she had. There wasn’t enough time to shift her weapon into a more defensive shape after her attack, forcing her to use her handheld spike as a makeshift shield. This went about as well as one would expect a combat rookie’s first attempt at blocking to go – with her being struck in the chest by the blunt edge of a ghostly sword. She stumbled backwards with a wince, though that didn’t stop her from calling out. “I said fuck off! I don’t care what you think, I’m not here to fight some brat!” She was no closer to escaping, but perhaps her attack might have convinced him to stand down!
Oh, who was she kidding? He wasn’t the kind to act rationally. She refocused her makeshift defence into something more practical. As if inspired by the show of mythology, her construct was a round handheld shield, similar in design to the Ancient Greeks, but half the size. Still, if the boy wasn’t deterred by that, he’d have to consider the salt pile that was still behind him, and the remaining salt spike between the two.
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Post by Dexter Freeman on Nov 4, 2018 8:12:28 GMT -4
It was clear perhaps in his expression; as he focused into the heat of the random battle, that his understanding of Japanese was iffy at best. His ears didn't quite twitch, or acknowledge the sounds as anything necessarily coherent; instead he just looked like a boyish kid having fun with someone; as if it was something akin to play-fighting.
While his charge as sufficient defenses for his forward momentum; it was no surprise that he wasn't sure the full extent of the girls' quirk- and how far or effective it could be. So when the small slivers of salt mosquitoed into his calves; it had definitely cause some noticeable surprise and a shock of pain, but his steps were determined and continued in the full throttle. Matching the other two spikes that continued and made an effort to deflect them away with the position of his shield.
In the moment of the clash of his sword to her chest, he brought himself to stop briefly to gauge the situation. And his understanding of the language took a moment, but returned to it's normal; broken state. "Sheesh!" he replied in-earnest; flourishing the blade to his side "Fer' someone who is all for throwing crap at walls; you're real damn-whiny aren't yah!" He looked a bit irritated, not by her attacks; but by the choice of how she used her tone, and the words she intended to use as weapons.
With grit teeth, and watching her manifest a shield of salt that washed over her hand. He brought his shield up and bared his teeth in a toothy grin, allowing the sword to wisp away into nothingness. "Good!" He proclaimed at her show of defense, as he reached to his hip; gripped the coffee and took a swig. "Now we're getting started, yer' doing some melee defense! Time to play cards!" Of course, he didn't make too much sense but he felt, with his limited grasp of the language, he conveyed enough.
That was when he upped the ante a little bit; and with that, the coffee mug clipped back to his persons. And the ethereal energy flowed in a glimmer of performance. A suit of light-weight armor coalesced over his body, and in his right hand an ethereal looking hand-held manifested- the thing is, that it didn't look very melee focused instead, it looked more akin to a pistol. An old one, at that.
Armed with a pepperbox pistol; famous for being rather... Eccentric in the gun world; and a bit unconventional. Thankfully, for Dexter the control of it was a bit easier than the real thing. And armed with non-lethal pellets, which were more like bb ammunition. He took aim towards Emi, and cackled rather sillily. "RANGE MODE!" And that's when the trigger was pulled, and a flurry of beaded rounds launched towards Emi; with about the equivalent force of her salty spikes, but smaller. And in quite a few more numbers.
"Let's rock!" At that, he started charging towards Emi, as the ammo had shot towards her; he intended to use not only his now armored body; but the cover of the gun to close the distance to her. Why? To shield bash her, and that was his full charge intent.
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Post by Emi Ryoko Tachibana on Nov 9, 2018 19:38:18 GMT -4
Words weren’t getting through to the boy. A shame, since she loved talking, but he obviously wasn’t concerned with her preferences. It seemed that he did too, even if he sounded like he belonged in an asylum. She had no time to focus on that, though – as soon as she’d managed to gather her bearings, he was pointing a gun at her. And as soon as she’d gotten over the fact that she was being held up by a runt, he was firing on her! With only a puny shield and a split-second to defend herself, she was barely able to pull her barrier over her face. The rest of her was peppered with bullets that she would be feeling for a while, but at least he hadn’t ruined true beauty. Yet.
She focused on the salt she had on the field as he drew closer to her. Though she’d used some of the wall’s remains to make projectiles, there was still enough behind the boy to form a sturdy defence. Or, in this case, offense. He charged in, and behind him, his bane moved to catch up and ram into him from behind. Instead of throwing crap at walls, she threw the wall at crap. That was, of course, assuming that he would fall for the same trick twice. All that was left was for Emi to take a deep breath, stare him down…
And quickly sidestep out of the way of his assault. Once he’d stopped, her wall would catch him, allowing her a brief distraction and an opportunity to flee. She picked up the pace, running around to put her wall directly between the two before he could fire another round at her. If he wasn’t fast enough, she’d make her way to the doors and escape!
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Post by Esperia on Dec 17, 2018 8:28:58 GMT -4
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