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Post by Nick Cross on Oct 28, 2018 15:44:02 GMT -4
Nick felt like an idiot. There were many reasons for this, but the most prominent at this particular moment in time was the frankly bloody stupid excuse for a costume he was wearing. It was a dragon, of course, but he hardly felt like a majestic ruler of the skies. Quite the opposite, in fact; he was quite sure he was the dragon equivalent of a peasant. Other dragons would laugh their spines off at him. The costume’s stiff tail scraped along the ground behind him. A pair of equally awkward tiny wings were stuck to his back. He could hardly see through the eyeholes of the goofy dragon head hood that was pulled completely over his face. The bright neon green colouring of the suit was an eyesore. Not to mention it was stuffy and itchy...
The only reason he wore it was to blend in better with the Halloween party crowd than he had on his initial foray into the festival - and to prove to his idiot brother Goro that he could, in fact, wear a Halloween costume and pull it off better than he ever could. Not that Goro was around, but whatever. It did not matter to him. He was still making a point, damn it.
His reason for being out among the party-goers was simple: he did not trust the new mayor one iota and so he was there to investigate. Throwing a festival the moment he was elected into office simply screamed ‘cover up’ to the ever-paranoid Nick. Or ‘trap’. Well, he was not as easily fooled as the smiley idiots around him, and he was determined to uncover the truth behind this event.
He stopped beside a stall and let out a long, weary sigh. It would be a lot easier to go about uncovering truths if he did not feel so very tired almost all the time.
Perhaps I need to make another trip to Nemuri’s…
Nemuri’s Quirk had thus far been the only thing that had stopped his nightmares. They had returned the instant he had tried to sleep away from her cafe: the screams, the flashes, the crying, the voices howling at him for being so weak and worthless…
He loathed himself, utterly, but the worst part was it was not because of what he had done. No - it was because he did not loath himself for what he had done.
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Post by Rin Kurama on Oct 28, 2018 19:27:55 GMT -4
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Rin had put in a lot of effort to her look this evening. The girl's hair was delicately threaded with the hairpins Jasmine herself had provided as a birthday gift. To the side, Rin had a large pinkish flower portrayed, several smaller pink pearls dangling from it in small strings. Wearing a traditional kimono, the inner layer was dark red with black and golden markings, symbolizing dragon's and dragon claws. The black seemingly at war with the golden. Around her midsection, the girl wore a traditional obi, or sash, in purple and yellow colors, giving it a nice contrast to the red. Because of the cooler weather, she also wore a kimono-robe, which was in much simpler design. Black, with several purple and pink flowers and flower petals scattered across the design. In her left hand, Rin carried a small hand-bag with neccesities. It was already dark outside, and the stall and graveyard area was filling up with people looking to show their respects to lost loved ones. A beautiful display of sky lanterns would fill the evening sky. Smiling to herself, it was somewhat of a statement made by the living. No matter how dark, or how treacherous the road ahead, no matter what happened, as long as there were people left alive, they would continue pressing onwards towards a better tomorrow.
So, what other things were on the to-do list?... Hmmh, Rin truly wanted to go by the haunted house at one point, preferably before it got all too late. Scares generally didn't affect her much, but entering with a friend - especially a friend that got easily scared - made the experience many times better. As an aside, Rin also wanted to go by Tokyo Plaza. Having heard from a few of the others, that the food there was absolutely heavenly, Rin too wanted a free bite to eat. Afterall, free food always seemed more delicious..~ Scanning the general area as she left the shrine, there were so many people in different costumes and what not. It made Rin wonder if she should go re-dress into her penguin costume. It was a little more of a costume than this traditional kimono getup at least... |
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Post by Nick Cross on Oct 28, 2018 20:32:44 GMT -4
Nick’s eyes drifted over the stall before him simply because it was there. He had no real intention of buying anything (nor could he see half of what was there because of the bloody daft hood anyway). From what he could tell the stall was full of homemade Halloween-themed trinkets such as keychains and lockets, along with some Halloween-themed cupcakes and…
He visibly jolted in shock. The stall had a selection of second hand monster action figures. One of them leapt out to him in particular: the worn, clearly well-loved figure of a half-man half-scorpion with massive pincer arms and a stinger tail capable of launching plastic missiles.
His throat had gone dry. He knew this figure. He picked it up so that he could inspect it closer: yes, this was the main villain of the old action cartoon Night Driver X, Scorpox. Nick would never forget sneaking downstairs every night when he thought Mother was asleep to access her laptop and watch Night Driver X along with every other cartoon she had forbidden him to ever have any contact with.
Mother had despised cartoons. She had not wanted him to ‘rot his brain’ watching them, so she had said. He was never supposed to have anything on his mind but his mission and his training. Toys had been forbidden, too; according to Mother he had had no need of them. Naturally, she had been beyond furious to find him watching cartoons and he could feel the ghosts of the bruises she had left aching eight years later. He winced and let the figure drop out of his hand back onto the stall.
He backed away. He was sweating, and not because of his stupid itchy costume. He turned around, wanting nothing more than to put as much distance between himself and the stall as possible - and saw her.
All at once his world came to a crashing, screeching, shuddering halt. She looked as beautiful as she ever had. Radiant. Elegant. The kimino get-up suited her perfectly - then again Nick was of the opinion that all looks were perfect on her, but this look was especially perfect. One would never have guessed the things she had been through from watching her make her way through the crowd. The things he had put her through…
Rin. It’s Rin. She’s right there she’s right there she’s right there SHE’S RIGHT THERE
He was staring straight at her and he could not stop. Trembling. He remembered how he had broken down and cried. How he had let her slip away. All he had wanted was to feel something for once in his life and all he had done was make her forever despise him and reminded himself that he would never have the companionship he truly wanted…
And yet he still did not know why he let her leave. And he hated himself for that.
What should I do what should I do what should I do I DON’T KNOW
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Post by Rin Kurama on Oct 28, 2018 20:49:02 GMT -4
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Normally, Rin would've found something cheaper, or brought something from home. For this particular trip however, there were practically no bars held. Rin was going out to have a bit of a fun time with her friends and acquaintances. Going the extra mile, just for one evening. Bowing politely before the clerk, Rin tilted her head sideways - first one way, then the other - popping open the small lock in the earrings, slipping them in with a somewhat goofy expression on her face. In these moments, Rin felt fairly good about things. Because there was a fair amount of attention onto her currently, she had not sensed the borderline panicked stare. It simply drowned out in the crowd of people. A crowd that, incidentally, also made the girl feel significantly more safe than if she was on her own. |
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Post by Nick Cross on Oct 28, 2018 21:14:47 GMT -4
People were looking at her. People were looking and he did not like it.
His mind was filled by a furious cacophony of voices all screaming different things.
See? hissed the louder of one of the many voices raging around in his head. This is why you should never have let her go. Then no one would ever get to look at her but you. Wouldn’t that be so much better?
It would. He did not even try to deny it. It made something inside him balk in disgust at the rest of him.
I’m not worthy to be a beacon for the Quirked, another, meeker voice whined.
His fists clenched.
Shut up, yet another voice snarled. It’s not about being worthy or not.
He glanced back at the stall behind him.
It’s about never being denied anything you want ever again.
He made towards her with purpose in his step. She was the only other thing that existed to him. The other voices in his head were getting quieter and harder to hear as the angrier voice spoke again:
She’ll never feel anything for you, but it doesn’t matter as long as you get what you want out of her. As long as she’s with you. You should’ve known that the first time.
Well, he would make up for that moment of weakness now. As he reached her he reached out to seize her arm in his iron grasp. Would she recognise his grip? He did not know. He did not care.
“I should never have let you go,” he said.
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Post by Rin Kurama on Oct 28, 2018 21:47:52 GMT -4
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Post by Elise Von Eisenberg on Oct 28, 2018 21:56:17 GMT -4
Sometimes lady luck was a fickle mistress. Or perhaps she was a cruel demon in disguise, it remained yet to be seen. It all began during one of the evenings during the seasonal festival-like event the new mayor of Musutafu had organized to celebrate Halloween. Elise had to admit that festivities on their own were usually something of interest to her, but lately she felt somewhat lethargic about the event itself. It was understandable, in the wake of everything that had unfolded recently it was quite difficult for Elise to properly focus on being entertained. Perhaps it was for that reason the burgundy-haired lass was wandering absently by herself among the various stalls that were peddling their wares. Most people were obviously dressed for the occasion, wearing various costumes which were often themed around famous horror movie characters. However, equally noticeable was the fact that some people were dressed in attires resembling the Japanese spirits known as Youkai. In Elise's case, she had opted for something quite entertaining. Her Costume was a rather elaborate reference to a certain video game character. Waddling along the streets the burgundy-haired lass was silently pondering about what to do next. It would still be a bit longer before Tetsuko would arrive at the festival, but then as she idly wondered those thoughts a sight unfolded before her eyes. A familiar kimono-clad girl was standing a few steps away from the small crowd she was at, the identity of the girl being enough to make her freeze on the spot. It was Rin Kurama, one who was sometimes considered a star pupil among the students of the first years at U.A, and the very first friend Elise had lost. How in the world would she handle this? How in the world could she possibly approach the person she couldn't reach? Her body froze into place, and the high quality of the costume she had rented made it seem like she was a large stuffed toy or a statue near the vendor stall Rin had just visited when suddenly a costumed dragon, huh wait what? Watching a poor excuse of a dragon approach Rin Elise watched in bewilderment at the costumed stranger trying to reach with a hand toward Rin's arm: THE GALL OF THAT DRAGON! However, the moment she watched Rin's expression change Elise almost instinctively felt her feet move, especially in the wake of the words the stranger uttered just loud enough for her to hear. With a firm step, Elise pressed herself between the dragon and Rin, the sight no doubt almost looking kind of amusing for the spectators who didn't know the serious nature of this situation. "Leave her be." But then the words Rin spoke were enough to make Elise freeze on the spot. A villain? "What... Who are you and what are you trying to do to Rin?!" Elise demanded in a tone that was unnaturally cold and harsh from her usual voice. Shit was about to hit the fan. Those words earlier, Rin's reaction... it couldn't possibly be... |
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Post by Nick Cross on Oct 29, 2018 9:16:38 GMT -4
She recoiled. Of course she did. That was no surprise to him and yet watching her fall still hurt worse than any pain he had ever known. The fear in her eyes was a universe away from his dream only a few weeks ago, the one dream that had stuck with him the most out of his many, many nightmares - the one where they were a family, happy, and raising children far from all the people who would ever want to hurt him.
The reality could never have been further.
“I know,” he hissed, leering down at her. “It’s fucking terrifying, isn’t it? Well, I don’t care anymore. I’ve been beating myself up ever since that night, you know? Because it wasn’t all that I wanted. But I realise now I can’t get everything I want, so getting close enough will have to do. Because I didn’t hate it. It was sick and wrong but I didn’t hate it. I’ve hated myself for that for so long, because I didn’t think it made me worthy to be the hero for the Quirked I want to be. But no one else is going to be that hero, so I guess I’ll have to do. And you’ll be mine. I’m going to take you back and you’ll bear my children whether you like it or not.”
He took hold of his idiotic costume’s sides, ready to tear it off him when suddenly there appeared some kind of goofy fat thing which shoved its obnoxious self between him and his prey.
And I thought I had the stupidest costume here.
To say Nick was in no mood to deal with some well-to-do citizen was an understatement on a level that could not be put into words. He tore his costume in half, revealing his true self to the sound of several gasps from those around them - no doubt they recognised him from the news.
“I’m only going to say this once,” he growled at the whatever-it-was that dared to try and stop him. “Get out of my way, or I will kill you.”
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Post by Rin Kurama on Oct 29, 2018 9:53:14 GMT -4
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This rescue spurred Rin into action. Pushing up from the ground, the girl got to her feet, running away, fleeing the scene. Weaving inbetween the crowd of people, Rin was quickly swallowed by the mass, gathering to look at the strange fight that was seemingly unfolding. The wooden sandals clacked against the pavement, her heart racing. Details were hazy, blurry. Fleeing, fleeing, fleeing. When Rin finally felt far enough away; When the crowd seemed unknowing and there were no reactions indicating that Nick was following, Rin began processing the information. That voice, it had been Elise Eisenberg, hadn't it? Rin was fairly certain. The burgundy haired female and herself had been speaking recently, and she wouldn't easily forget that voice. Hands shaking as she got out her phone, calling. There were two people that Rin needed to call immediately. Jasmine and Tetsuko. Rin knew that Jasmine couldn't be further than a couple of minutes away. Tetsuko?.. Probably not far off from Elise's side either.
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Post by Elise Von Eisenberg on Oct 29, 2018 10:21:55 GMT -4
If there was one way to describe the feelings Elise felt toward the costumed villain before her, then disgust might have been the perfect word to use. The stranger commented before about how he should have never let Rin go, words that initially confused Elise but then things escalated from bad to worse. Rin's terrified look was unlike any she had seen before, her hand balling up into fists at the sight of the girl's expression.
However, the costumed villain continued to speak, commenting about how he'd make Rin his, and yet the words that followed were enough to make her piece things together. He was going to take her 'back' and... "Rin call for help! I'll make sure he won't get away!" but it was no use, in her terrorized state Rin soon fled away from them and Elise started to understand what was going on.
"You..." Her body trembled lightly within her costume. "Are you the one who did 'that' to Rin?" Could it be? Was this man the reason why Rin had changed? Why Rin had suffered so much? "Because of you, she suffered so much! If it wasn't for you she would have never been haunted like that!"
An angry step forward followed as she continued. "If you didn't exist she wouldn't have disappeared! We might have still been friends!" No, that was a lie, even if this man disappeared from existence, it wouldn't erase what she had done. "I loved her! AND BECAUSE OF YOU THAT WARMTH I ADORED DIED!"
With an almost feral shout, the girl lunged forwards, attempting to body-slam against the man, but she was rather quick to realize the inefficiency of her costumed state so. Whether her slam would succeed or not, she quickly focused onto the core within her body, and as the costume would threaten to collapse forwards the molded form of her slimy body bounced up from the helmet, her body bouncing onto the ground as she manifested her body into its humanoid-like form. "I'm going to ensure you'll never get near Rin again!"
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Post by Nick Cross on Oct 29, 2018 11:09:14 GMT -4
The costumed intruder’s words might as well have been coming from a light year away. Nick could not focus on anything but Rin. He watched, a gigantic abyss of despair opening within him as she found it within herself to get up and flee.
“Get back here!” he howled loud enough to have been heard all over the surrounding streets.
He started after her but the obnoxious whatever-the-hell-it-was acted then, throwing itself towards him. Fortunately for him, its stupid costume made its movement cumbersome enough for him to jump out of the way even untransformed.
He did not care at all about it. He looked in the direction Rin had begun to run and she was not there. She was gone. Again. When he had been so close.
No…
To an onlooker he appeared not enraged as one might expect but hurt, on the verge of tears even. That was certainly how he felt. He could never have anything.
The costumed intruder’s words finally registered in his mind - she loved Rin? That was all she had said that mattered to him. He felt himself rapidly heat up. His breaths became fast and heavy.
He saw the costume shuffle and her true form emerged from the top. He did not recognise her, but it did not matter. The glare he shot her went way beyond simple hatred. “I don’t know who the fuck you are, but you’re really starting to piss me off!”
The growth on his back twitched once before it let loose the black fluid that took the shape of his armour. He pushed off the ground with such force he left slight cracks. He summoned everything he had to bring out the full extent of his moped-level speed as he charged at her. He sprang and exploded into a vicious barrage of punches powered entirely by his bitterness, jealousy and rage, not letting up for even a second.
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Post by Elise Von Eisenberg on Oct 29, 2018 12:40:21 GMT -4
How curious that both of them were fueled by exactly the same thing: rage, yet the very reasons they felt those things were fundamentally different from one another. Bitterness and rage overcame her as she watched the man transform into some sort of armored fiend and charged straight at her, but she was prepared for a frontal assault of that nature! Even as Nick charged at his full speed Elise's transformed state allowed her a superiority in both speed and mobility, and when his first fist lunged at her the girl dove toward the ground, her body shrinking into its blob-like state. How incredibly frustrating it might had been for Nick that whenever he tried to lunge a punch at her, Elise bounced out of its trajectory, her acrobatic movements making it that the first punch of his barrage lunged at her only hit thin air.
Yet it was a progress that remained the same no matter how often he tried, a second punch would have only hit empty air as she bounced to the side, and with the enraged warrior punching in a vicious barrage Elise was waiting for the moment she saw an opportunity to strike back. It was rather fortunate that her lover was a swordswoman who often told her that martial arts, whether it was with a weapon or fists all shared something in particular: a rhythm. Even if they were wild and vicious barrages, the fact remained that the villain had a certain rhythm to his motions.
One, Two, one two
With each violent swing Elise attempted to read into his pattern, although her reading was far less accurate than a true martial artist, instead relying on her mobility to bounce out of the man's reach when finally she saw an opportunity to react. Right as Nick's fist came lunging toward her as she landed on the ground, the punch itself wouldn't hit her body, but instead crush straight into the stone pavement if he didn't pull back in time, and it was in that moment that her body bounced upwards and Elise's upper-body molded back into shape, her left arm hooked backward while she attempted to deliver a powerful jab straight toward the man's face!
Little did she know the sheer hardness of his armor would make that attack far less effective than she had hoped for, at least if her attack landed. "Then piss off and never show your face before Rin again... maybe a prison will help with that!"
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Post by Nick Cross on Oct 29, 2018 13:12:13 GMT -4
Try as Nick might, it did not seem to make much of a difference how much of his unending rage went into his blows: the bitch was as slippery as she looked. His final punch missed her and slammed into the pavement, but his armour absorbed the brunt of the impact. Likewise, his armour absorbed the brunt of the jab she attempted to deliver to his face. It hurt, but he was able to keep his bearings. She was not much of a fighter, he figured.
He sprang back from her. The only solution he could think of in the heat of the moment was to attempt an attack too wide to dodge. To that end he seized the nearby stall table and hurled it towards her. The stall’s contents spilled across the ground as it sailed through the air.
Regardless of whether this worked or not he exploded into another moped charge. He launched himself, one leg stuck out in a flying kick like a torpedo aimed in whatever direction this bothersome little slattern currently was.
I don’t who she is but she can’t have Rin. Rin is MINE. How dare she try to separate us again!
“I’ll rip you apart!” he bellowed, furious voice reverberating off the nearby buildings.
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Post by Elise Von Eisenberg on Oct 29, 2018 13:49:15 GMT -4
Screams resounded among the crowd as the two combatants were fighting one another among the stalls, and while her fist collided against his face she could feel the sheer density of his armor. She clearly needed something more powerful, and without her gun around... However, she had to admit that for all his rage and recklessness, Nick did have a certain aptitude that made it feel like he was trained for combat, no wonder being that he was a former hero course student.
However, watching Nick grab a hold of the table she yelled in annoyance. "ARE YOU CRAZY?!" The table sailed through the air toward her location, making Elise be forced to bounce rather high to avoid the makeshift projectile, the table crashing onto the ground, but it was during that moment Elise made a serious mistake: The table had obstructed her sight, and behind it the armored villain came sailing for a nasty kick!
Being that she was airborne Elise had little chance to adjust herself in such a short unexpected moment, and as such could only brace herself as his leg connected to her body and send it reeling into a nearby vendor stall like a living projectile. Collapsed against the front of the stall Elise could feel her senses briefly distorted, shaking her head lightly as she glared up at him. "Then again, the answer sort of speaks for itself considering I'm dealing with a bastard like you. So Nick, you mentioned something about ripping me apart?" Quickly bouncing back onto her feet the adrenaline-high she was in made her push away the pain coursing through her body as she rushed forwards, her body shrinking back into a blob-like form while she tried to bounce past him, a slimy hand reaching for the nearby thrown table, grasping a broken off leg of it. It was dangerous, in the end the tip had broken off and was now pretty much a makeshift spike, if this was an ordinary situation she would have never considered doing this... but this was far from ordinary.
"THE ONLY THING BEING RIPPED APART IS YOUR FREEDOM, SCUMBAG!"
With the increased velocity of her bounce, the lass attempted to thrust the wooden pike straight at the man's crotch, almost a symbolic meaning considering the crime he committed!
Gah, that impact earlier hurts, and I don't know how long I can maintain this form of mine...
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Post by Nick Cross on Oct 29, 2018 14:44:18 GMT -4
The table missed its mark but his kick did not. He felt sick satisfaction as his foot connected with the slime girl and sent her hurtling back into another stall. His triumph was short-lived, however, for she was quickly running her irritant mouth again.
She knew his name. He should not have been surprised, given the warnings the authorities had put out about how he was ‘dangerous’ and ‘should not be approached’, but the way she said it suggested more familiarity than if she had just seen his face on the news. So, she must have been another Yuuei student. That would certainly explain why she claimed to love Rin and had so eagerly leapt to her rescue.
She moved again, yelling some nonsense as she bounded forward with greater speed than he anticipated. She tore off one of the table’s legs as she moved and thrust it straight towards -
Shit!
He sprang up into the air to dodge but not quite fast enough; she managed graze his particular area and even with his armour’s protection it bloody hurt like hell. He landed a foot away and staggered, almost collapsing for a second. He resisted the urge to grip that particular part of him.
Funnily enough she was the second person to try taking that specific part of his anatomy, his former hag of a teacher Aeris Leon being the first. He dearly hoped this was not going to become something everyone he would ever face was going to attempt on him.
Wincing and grimacing, he straightened and thrust his arms out to the sides.
“I’m sorry to tell you that I’ve got more than that!” he snarled.
His tendrils erupted from his palms. He charged her again, doing his best to ignore how much it hurt to do so, and once again let loose a wild frenzy of swings, hoping that his tendrils would make it harder for her to dodge him.
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