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Post by Maximillian Tychus Kane on Feb 4, 2019 21:07:56 GMT -4
Pests.
Maximillian was visiting U.A. for the firsttime ever since he was kicked out of that school for several events, all of whom did make him one deserving of being kicked out. In that subject, he had already accepted what had happened, knew why he acted that way and, ever since then, had been trying his best to clean his own personality of all the rot that had taken over his mind, having even gotten a café for himself so that he could heal himself by cooking for all sorts of people, to interact with all sorts of people.
By seeing everyone as hungry stomachs to feed, he was surprisingly, though slowly, chipping away at his racism, by equality in hunger.
So, even if he could, in all fairness, understand the suspicion and apprehension for his presence, since he had not even gotten close to make right on his wrongs, or if he could even make those right to begin with, it still annoyed him to hell, that he was very much aware that everywhere he went in that school, restricted as it was anyway, he was being followed the entire time. People who thought they were sneaky and didnot expect him to know their presence by simply detecting new and constant heat sources within his great, long range.
"..God damn pests." Maxi muttered to himself, still walking straight ahead through the halls, taking his time to observe everything, constantly having to deal with people simply stepping away from him, avoiding his line of sight, his presence, as if he was the plague. Once again, not because of his cold, but because of his person, he was ostracized entirely, with all judgemental eyes set upon him, thinking god knows what of him.
Indeed, by knowing that this was all happening because of something that was his fault, it hurt ten times as more, knowing it could have been different, it could have been better.
Living with the consequences.
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Post by Charlotte Fujioka on Feb 4, 2019 21:43:06 GMT -4
藤岡 シャーロット Stuck in the deal I've been handed, Got me stranded, Force me to swim or drown, Nothing is the way that we planned it, Take for granted the signs that I leave around FT. maximillian tychus kane WORDS 374 NOTES n/a |
F***ing exhausted didn't even begin to cover how Charlotte felt. A more apt description would be "one foot in the grave". She had never taken-on a task of such magnitude and accomplished it in under twenty-four hours. But she'd also never had materials for a project fully funded and offered a thousand dollars-- erm, a hundred thousand yen-- offered up front. It was the kind of offer that would push any reasonable fifteen-year-old to pull an all-nighter. The shield was done. A text was fired-off to Chikako-san.
'Shield's done, come to the lab for a fitting and test run,' Charlotte had texted, 'Please give me a head's up when you're heading over, though, I'm stepping out for a bite to eat.'
When her creation was finally finished, Charlotte realized that she hadn't eaten since dinner... and it was now well into lunch time. She was famished. Charlotte walked on auto-pilot to the food stalls which (she was ashamed to admit) he'd already learned the location of by-heart.
If she were any more awake, she would've noticed the boy that everyone seemed to be giving a wide berth. The chill that lingered, not just literally, in the air around him... but also the chill from the frosty gazes that were pointed his way. But Charlie was tired, hungry, and head-and-shoulders over pretty much everyone. She couldn't be bothered by one churlish, blue-haired boy. Especially if he was a whole foot shorter han her.
That is, until she stepped-on him.
"Um, sorry," she murmured quickly, in English. If that wasn't enough of an indication of how spaced-out she was. Charlotte caught herself, however, and in stammering Japanese, said, "Excuse me! I mean, I'm sorry... no sleep."
No one took kindly to being stepped-on by behemoths, even in a quirker-friendly place like that. She rubbed the back of her head, feeling rather embarrassed at the mishap. It wasn't the sort of awkward "HEY AREN'T YOU A RACIST?!" fumbling, but the kind of fumbling that came with accidentally bumping-into someone. She was not aware of who this fellow was. Unsure of what else to say, or how to say it, she went to the nearest food-stall, and feigned looking at the wares that the vendors offered.
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Post by Maximillian Tychus Kane on Feb 4, 2019 21:51:48 GMT -4
Maximillian was spacing out by that point himself, his instability gnawing at the ankles of his patience and sanity, with the whispers, the sidestepping, the gazes. The more they treated him like a monster to be avoided, the angrier he got, shown with the gentle, slow and involuntary winds that picked up around his person, gently forcing his clothing to wave around a bit, specially his jacket, his hair, baggy pants and some dust from the floors.
Hell, he felt himself about to blast the next one talking shit behind his back, to raise an actual riot in that school with him at its center had it not been for someone stepping on his foot: so that one would be his target!
Turning his head to whoever dared to step on his foot like that, his golden eyes brightly and furiously shining, he was about to raise his hand and release one of his stronger ice attacks, knowing that the weeks of relative inactivity hadn't at all rusted up his abilities, much less the pure power of his quirk, only to stop midway to blush a little bit, that light shade of pink covered up by his tanned skin, unable to help but smile when she apologized, first in english, then in Japanese when she expected him to not understand. And now, she was walking past him, to go do something.
But she hadn't shown rudeness, fear, apprehension. Clearly, to him, she was just a new student who didn't know the monster he was and, honestly, if he couldn't even get to have one slightly positive interaction that day, he might just flip shit and actually start something, something he would not be able to ever take back or run from. "Gonna step on a chap's foot and not even introduce yourself?~" Maximillian asked in actual english, knowing she'd understand it, turning back to her as she had just begun to walk past him, his eyes focusing a bit at the ones who followed him, watching them scatter away when he let them know that he was very much aware of his presence and not pleased.
Scum aside, he had someone to look at now. Someone with actual beauty, a mutant.
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Post by Charlotte Fujioka on Feb 4, 2019 22:47:03 GMT -4
藤岡 シャーロット Stuck in the deal I've been handed, Got me stranded, Force me to swim or drown, Nothing is the way that we planned it, Take for granted the signs that I leave around FT. maximillian tychus kane WORDS 243 NOTES n/a |
There was something about hearing your native language in a sea of Japanese that really snagged your attention. And that's precisely what happened with Charlotte. She was going to stand at what she'd discovered to be a yakisoba stand until the dude forgot about her and ventured on, but he didn't. He meandered closer, and once he was well within earshot.
This warranted her attention. Her full attention. The question flitted from the guy in crisp, clear English-- a humored, teasing lilt on their tone. Charlotte turned slightly, her lavender eyes dropping to the petite, blue-haired guy.
"Charlotte Fujioka," she clicked, a humored note rising in her voice, too, "I didn't know you would want to talk about it. Not that my, uh, Japanese is good enough to talk about it."
Which was another way of saying that she didn't know he could speak English. She ran a heavy hand over her antennae, as one might smooth back their hair, and a smile danced in her lavender eyes, "I really am sorry. I've been working on a-- erm, weapon-- for a client all night, so I'm not... with it. You know?"
Talking to a dude with an accent made Charlotte increasingly aware of her own impediments, the dropped consonants here-and-there, the lazy sounds in some place, the harsh click in others. It was like someone was playling human speech through a washing machine filled with coins. But her sleepiness had dropped the typical inhibitions she had, and left the prawn a rambling mess.
"Is your foot okay?"
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Post by Maximillian Tychus Kane on Feb 13, 2019 22:09:45 GMT -4
So his intuition proved him right once again, the instinct to say sorry in english really showed that the person was an englishwoman, in this case, one that wasn't as comfortable with japanese as she might want to be at that point. The fact that she answered him so well right away, really just because he had spoken english to her, might also mean that she really doesn't get to talk a lot to other people that much, language barriers probably. "I mean, I just used the stepping as an excuse to talk to you, if I'm being honest. That's how conversations and friendships start, y'know? Moral of the story, you just gotta step on as many foots as you can."
Light-heartedly joking about it while he walked towards her, a confident, calm step on the boy who seemed to be hounded and scorned from all sides, sending a small message of how little they matered to him (even if they actually mattered a lot), he stood up right in front of her, looking slightly up to really take in her size, letting out a small, interested "heh", followed by a gawking whistle, his golden, glowing eyes staring directly at hers. "But speaking of stepping on feet -- wow. You are really tall, no wonder you couldn't see me. Yeah, foot's fine, though I really don't think you are fine. Doing something all night is just bound to cause accidents, not even counting the discomfort and health problems that sleep deprivation brings." Mentioning it almost like a worried, casual dad to his dear daughter, his eyes still stared a little at what she was carrying, gouging out just how much difficulty she was having carrying it. Not like he'd help her if she had difficulties to begin with, the only way he'd do that was with his quirk and, from what he had already figured, that was a big no-no right now. Instead, he'd probably just wrap up the chat a lot sooner if he noticed struggle.
"Still.. weapons, huh? Support studies supplying U.A. with some extra firepower?" Showing a clear, almost too familiar knowledge with the U.A. system from how quickly he answered, as if it was just a casual conversation between the two students, Maxi showed an interest on what she had on her.
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Post by Charlotte Fujioka on Feb 27, 2019 1:48:50 GMT -4
藤岡 シャーロット Stuck in the deal I've been handed, Got me stranded, Force me to swim or drown, Nothing is the way that we planned it, Take for granted the signs that I leave around WORDS 261 NOTES n/a |
Charlotte's brow stitched at the boy's confession. Why would he just... want to talk to her? Randomly? This wasn't something that happened very often, and so it was met with confusion. Charlotte shook her head dismissively, to show that she really would rather not step on people. He stood closer to her, shoulders perpendicular to her own, looking at her unabashedly.
Charlotte turned towards him marginally, her hands clasped behind her back. Something didn't set right with the whistle. She peered down her nasal ridge at the guy, who's name still hadn't been revealed. First he made remarks about her height, which at best would earn a "Yeah, I know," and then he made remarks about her sleep schedule.
"Yeah, well," Charlotte trailed, peering at the food stall once again, "The money is hard to argue with. Definitely worth one sleepless night, I think."
She wasn't sure how to interpet the paternal tone, so it was taken as a touch demeaning. Her antennae twitched impatiently, and she maneuvered towards the line for the stall. Food sounded... amazing... and maybe that would make her a little more patient with the boy beside her.
Charlotte quirked a smile at the question, "Well, my patron supplied the materials, and I supplied the firepower, if you want to get really particular."
He was dipping into Charlotte's interests, which would elicit freer responses, and cause her to relax a little bit, "I received a last-minute request from another student, she wanted a weapon for the festival, and paid... handsomely... for me to get it done quickly."
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