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Post by Emi Ryoko Tachibana on Feb 14, 2019 19:50:29 GMT -4
The report club’s festival work had begun long before the school opened its doors to the public. They were, after all, nothing without reports, and a report was nothing if it wasn’t presented effectively. Fortunately, one of the club members had had the brilliant idea of killing two birds with one stone – creating news while having a bit of fun with the passer-by’s. And of course, if it was brilliant, it had to be from Emi. The girl in question was hidden inside the club’s stall, which was much closer to a tent, with its single opening leading into a dark cavern of mystery. Her presence would not be missed, however, for she starred on the TV screen set up just outside it! A video played on repeat
“Youkoso! This is UA’s Report Club, the one stop shop for student news and happenings! Gathering and sending messages are our bread and butter, but not many people get to see what goes into making and breaking the news on campus! So, we decided to not only give you all a taste of what we do, but also give the spotlight to a few lucky students!”
The scene on-screen changed to a graphic of the school tent. “You’ll notice that our stall is a little different from the rest. That’s because we’ve set up a mini-studio inside! For those few brave enough to venture in, we’ll be making promotional videos all about them! Why? Because this festival is all about highlighting our young heroes-to-be, and highlighting is what the report club does best!”
Like an animatic, a chibi student in UA uniform shifts in from stage left. Its body rotates to simulate walking as it enters the virtual stall. “Come into our studio, where one of our lovely reporters will be waiting to make you a star! We’ve got professional cameras, equipment and the know-how to make you shine, and the right channels to let Japan know who you are!” The stall's interior flashed white, with the accompanying stock camera shutter sound suggesting a miniature photoshoot. “Your video will be posted on UA Today and Emi’s Exclusives. It’s a fantastic opportunity to introduce yourself to the world, with a little help from the school’s best content creators! So, what’re you waiting for? Come in, introduce yourself, and take your first step to stardom today!”
Disclaimers zoomed across the bottom of the screen, almost too fast to read. 'The report club reserves the right to take creative liberties with the footage provided and the accompanying voiceover. Participants are wholly responsible for any damage they and their quirk inflict on the club’s equipment and property. The report club is not responsible for any mental or physical trauma inflicted as a result of this activity.'
Those that dared to step inside in spite of that would find the girl from the video, tinkering with a DSLR camera on a tripod. True to her word, the room looked ready for business. The camera was positioned half a dozen feet away from a green screen, which had a pair of inactive lights on stands pointed at it. She was too busy changing the lens to notice the newcomer right away, but given a second, she would look up and see…!Hello! Thanks for taking an interest in my thread. It’s only fair that I mention that my posting speed will be very slow. I’m on holiday at the moment, and won’t return to a place with a computer and stable internet until early March. If that’s fine with you, then feel free to post, and I'll commit to replying whenever I can so we have a finished thread!
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Post by Daimon Darren on Feb 21, 2019 4:05:58 GMT -4
Emi Ryoko Tachibana. That was a nice sounding name, now that he thought of it. It had punch, it had rhythm, it had character; in a word, it was the perfect name for the girl who bore it.
Darren never really met her, but, well, Emi wasn’t a person you really needed to meet in person to form an image of her, for better or worse. She had a whole uTube channel of vlogs and other videos, after all, and she had been doing this long before UA. As she often talked about the school recently, he occasionally tuned in, of course hoping to hear his name maybe mentioned. Whether it was to be praised or trash-talked he didn’t care. No such thing as bad publicity, right?
And, well, of course, that “UA are normal kids” video, or whichever the one that was brought up in the school chat a few weeks ago was called. It had been something about wanting to show the UA students were normal kids, so inevitably, the ego-filled delinquent felt the need to declare that he wasn’t normal. That he didn’t want to have to appear normal, to force himself into a mold that didn’t fit him. That he was proud of his difference.
Others often portrayed him as nothing more than a battle-crazed delinquent, but just like every single human being, Darren only wanted to belong. And ever since coming to UA, he had been given countless opportunities to show that even though he was a battle-crazed delinquent, that didn’t mean he couldn’t be of use. That didn’t mean he couldn’t save people. He could never change his nature, but he would show the world that, egoistic, egocentric and abrasive as he was, he would become a damn good hero. Because he wasn’t normal. He would force the world to accept him, one look of gratitude in an old man's eyes at a time.
He had gone a little vehemently about it, perhaps even behaved insulting to Emi's craft, so, defending her keep, the girl had invited him to come talk on her show if he was so passionate about it. Defend his opinions, alone in front of the world like she did.
So when he chanced upon the videos essentially annoucing that Emi was taking interviews playing around the festival grounds, he only had to watch once before he turned on his heels and headed for the report club’s tent. His eyes, accustomed to his speed, had managed to read the zooming disclaimers. They only made him smirk. He wasn't backing down from the challenge, so he decided to trust her with whatever she meant by “creative liberties”. Was it a good idea?
Well, he was about to find out, as in the outline of the tent’s entrance appeared his spiky hair and the delinquent to whom it belong to underneath, spying Emi tinkering on a camera, too focused to look up. The inside of the tent looked like a professional studio, with the green screen and the lighting and the mics, or at least it did to the complete amateur that was Darren. He deemed it appropriate to announce his presence by whistling impressedly. “Phew, that’s a bloody impressive setup you got there, Tachibana,” he said. Once he’d grabbed her attention, he waved at her and smirked. “Yo. Daimon Darren. The not-normal guy, remember?"
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Post by Emi Ryoko Tachibana on Feb 25, 2019 9:54:20 GMT -4
A whistle prompted the girl to shift her focus from the camera to… well, she wasn’t entirely sure. The male’s voice said ‘teenager’, but his face said ‘grown man,’ or maybe ‘chain smoker’. Possibly both. She stood up straight, offering a potential teacher the respect he deserved… Especially since he knew of her. “Thanks! Anything that has my name on it has it be at its best, so I made sure we brought out the big boys.” She gestured around the room, to the camera, the lights, the screen, the laptop on a desk clearly ‘borrowed’ from a classroom. With all of that and her bag in the corner, she had everything she needed to make a star out of a student. She just hadn’t expected one to be standing right in front of her.
Darren. Darren. Not normal. “Oh!” Her eyes widened as she matched his face to messages. The martial-arts kid. Oddly obsessed with standing out. They weren’t too different in that regard, so it wasn’t until he’d put himself at odds with her goals that she took issue with him. It didn’t last, fortunately – like most teenage problems, theirs was a simple miscommunication that she’d hoped had been patched up. If it hadn’t, she doubted they would be meeting in her little experiment.
She was silent for a few seconds, bringing a finger to her chin. Was it rude to comment? It couldn’t be that bad, especially if she said it nicely! “You look a lot older than I imagined.” Happy with her polite assessment, she looked the boy up and down. Tall and muscly, as expected from a close combat enthusiast. Scruffy hair. Very scruffy. Between the colour and the style, she wouldn’t be surprised if his quirk involved electricity. The eyebrows of an old man that had forgotten the concept of grooming. It reminded her too much of Kirk.
‘Not normal’ was definitely one way to put it. ‘Eccentric’ was another. Emi went with ‘homeless’. But it raised eyebrows, including her own. In that regard, he’d succeeded, and she had something to work with. “Here to put your money where your mouth is, then?” Half of her lips curled into a smile. “Alright, I respect that. Should be fun.” Or at least interesting. “You’ve got everything you need to demonstrate your quirk, right? Besides that, if you’ve got a hero costume on campus, it’d be nice to show that off too. Otherwise…”
She walked over to each of the light stands. In turn, she hit the switch to turn them on, and danced her fingers over the height lock and the controls. Her touch left behind a small clump of… ice? Crystals? Quartz? Something white, solid and jagged. Finally, with a flip of a switch, the lights flooded the green screen with light. They were a bit too bright to comfortably stand in front of, but Emi chose to hold off on adjusting them. “Go ahead and take your place. Let’s see how you do in front of the camera.” Plenty of people found themselves swept away by the sudden realisation that everything they said would be recorded, stored and preserved for generations to come. Emi thought it was a large reason why she struggled to find willing participants for her videos, but now that she had somebody, she needed to make sure he didn’t freeze up before she started putting in effort.
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Post by Daimon Darren on Feb 27, 2019 8:44:30 GMT -4
“I get that a lot,” he answered with a casual smile. It was not hard to believe, with his angular features and bushy eyebrows. His demeanor however was unmistakeably that of a juvenile delinquent, looking at things around the room with a half-interested look and both hands firmly lodged in the pockets of his uniform pants. He had the shirt on and since it was winter, the jacket, but his tie was nowhere to be seen as usual. “Of course I put my money where my mouth is,” he answered while inspecting a camera he knew absolutely nothing about with an expert look. “The metaphorical kind, though, because I don’t have a yen on me.”
He paused for a second to grin dumbly and continued. “Yeah, but I don’t think it’s really the kind you show indoors. It lets me move around, very quick, very fast, very dangerous for all this shit, I think. I don’t even use it on my bass… Yet.” A lightbulb turned on in his brain. “You say you want my costume?” A second one. “Well, it's in the lockers. I can get there in a sec with my Quirk. I know, you can film that! It’s better footage, probably, I think. But yeah, let’s do the talking bits first. I’m very good at it,” he said with a smile that did not inspire confidence, trust or positive emotions in general as he sat down in the chair.
He didn’t use to be so unfazed by fame and the public eye; no one was born like that, after all. But the truth was that a few months at UA was all an attention-seeking apprentice hero with a delinquent streak needed to get a few news articles written about him. He’d been in Semper Fi, and in the circus before that. He had saved a few people already and it had been discussed by pundits on television, though they were referring to the UA students in general rather than him specifically. It still counts, he would tell you.
And of course, in 2073, who could forget the internet? Darren was as internet-literate as any teenager. His uTube recommendations were tailored by the algorithm along five things: martial arts videos, rock songs, bass tutorials, football highlights, and hero news, and at lunch or while sitting in the train, he liked to look at memes. In more than fifty years, those didn’t change much; they still parodied pop-culture at large, and these days pro heroes were becoming a big part of it. There was even a meme of him that got popular for a couple weeks, a series of pictures of him jumping away from the sharkman that attacked Tokyo Park with captions the likes of “me dodging my responsibilities" and other intelligent things of the sort. Even he knew that was completely egomaniac and extremely cringy -- hence why he didn’t tell anybody -- but, he had a secret stash of memes of himself saved on his phone too.
As one might expect, all this was doing a number on the yound delinquent, whose sanity had already been questionable before that. At least he was swimming instead of sinking. He wasn’t afraid of the cameras anymore, eager even, to get more of the sweet dopamine rush that came with seeing likes on videos about him go up. Humans were simple creatures, and Darren was certainly not an exception to that rule, abnormal as he liked to claim to be.
He still put a hand in front of his face when Emi turned on the lights. “Damn, those are bright as hell. Turn that down a little, would ya?”
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Post by Emi Ryoko Tachibana on Mar 9, 2019 9:39:11 GMT -4
Super speed. A quirk better served by actions than any explanation. Under normal circumstances, it would give her plenty to work with, but the makeshift studio was too cramped for her liking. Her lips curled into a slight frown. “What, only your legs are fast? You can’t, like… do a dance? Rapid-fire punches?” She gave him a lazy shrug and continued speaking, but as she fiddled with the camera, her words devolved into mutters. “I guess we can film outside. That all depends on how well I can keep an eye on you. Might even be able to get a nice slow-mo shot if other people are around… Yeah, that would be good. Yellow streak, speeding through a crowd that turns too late to catch him…”
She stopped, giving the camera a confused stare, then shifting it to the boy. “…Sorry. Still a little used to being on my own for this stuff. Like you said, that’ll all come later anyway.” The lights flooded the scene with white; as expected, the boy shielded his eyes. Emi gave no reaction (partly because she wasn’t the one being blinded), beyond the slight twist of her palm. With it, the crystals on the camera controls moved as well, dimming the lights one at a time.
“Camera’s rolling, but don’t stress it too much. I’ll do plenty of editing later – this is just to make sure I don’t miss anything good.” The lights had lowered to a tolerable level, but one was noticeably brighter than the other. “If I had more space and equipment, I could’ve gotten a really nice low-key shot comp, without making you look like a creep. For now, I’ll work with lowering the fill light.” She paused, slowly raising a eyebrow. He almost definitely had no idea what that would do. “The way the light is cast looks a bit darker, and a bit more dramatic. It’s called low key lighting. From what I know about you, I think it’ll help.” What she meant by that was anybody’s guess, but what came next might have been able to offer some insight:
“So, Darren-san. I hear you’ve got a few problems with the message I’m trying to spread. Something about us quirkers being normal too?” A sly smirk made itself known, but she wasn’t stupid enough to think that he wouldn’t notice it. In fact, she was counting on it. Dramatic lighting called for a little drama, after all, and passion and conviction happened to be too brilliant sources of it. Either the boy before her was all talk, or he truly believed in his cause… Which should have made getting his emotions running a little easier. She hoped.
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Post by Daimon Darren on Mar 10, 2019 0:39:12 GMT -4
The blonde snickered at the notion of him dancing. “No, no, my whole body’s fast. You sure you want me punching in there, though?” he said, nodding at the expensive looking cameras. “I mean, I trust my control. But do ya?”
She flooded his face with lights in answer, then dimmed them down. She said the camera was rolling, then assaulted him with a barrage of technical terms of which he understood about none, except for the part where she said dark dramatic lights would suit him, which he agreed to with the wise and thoughtful nod of a complete amateur. “Uh-uh, sure. You work your magic. I ain’t have no idea how this stuff works. I just know how to punch people. And kick a football. And play bass!” As was often the case with Darren, what initially sounded like a rare display of humility soon revealed itself to be more bragging.
But he soon had to get serious again, as Emi dove straight into the meaty stuff, skipping all introductions and small talk to get right into where they left it last time on UA chat. At first, the delinquent only answered with a grin. With the cameras rolling and her previous statements, he knew that everything he would say might as well be livestreamed now. A regular person might take this as an invitation to pick their words carefully, but for Darren, it was an invitation to speak his mind.
“Well, I ain’t so cocky to pretend to know what you’re tryna say,” he answered after a pause, looking at the camera instead of the girl. She was probably watching on the wee little screen anyway, so staring at the lens was as good as staring her in the eyes. He spoke as much to her, picking up their conversation where they left it as he spoke to the audience. “What I am tryna say is that we shouldn’t have to give a fuck about tryin’ to be normal. I’m guessin’ yall mean like, filming us play football, play music, regular kid stuff, show everyone we’re like them, we do teenager stuff. But I don’t like it. I don’t like havin’ to jump through hoops to show people that, surprise surprise, being fast don’t make you any less of a human fuckin’ being. Fuck posturing for people who are dumb enough to think otherwise.”
The delinquent crossed his arms. His voice and demeanor barely changed in front of the camera; Darren had never feared talking to a crowd. He liked it, sought it, even, to a lesser extent than Emi, but he was eager to show the world who Daimon Darren was. “Do we ask quirkless, regular ass people to show they’re normal? Why do I have to be careful to remind people I’m human at every turn? And that shit’s a losing battle anyway. We can do whatever the fuck we want, smile as wide as we want in the interviews n shit, people are gonna be reminded that we aren’t normal every time we jump from a building to save their asses. Normal people don’t do that.”
He uncrossed his arms to point at his chest with his right thumb. There was an ember in his eyes now. “That’s why I’m proud of not bein’ normal, and why I think that’s what we should show the world. Not bein’ normal is precisely the reason I can jump from that building in the first place. It ain’t just quirks either, it’s in the head.” He tapped the side of his skull with his index. “You gotta have a screw loose to do that hero shit. It’s dangerous as hell, and half the time we’re gonna be risking our lives for total strangers. A normal person doesn’t do that.”
He slouched back into the chair, folding his arms again, this time with a lopsided smirk. He said pretty much all that he wanted to say. “And that’s why I’m proud that I ain’t normal. That’s why I’m proud of being both a quirked weirdo and a screw-loose weirdo. Now if you wanna film us playin’ music, eatin’ lunch, having classes, that regular high school crap, that’s fine, I get it, it paints a nice lookin’ picture, I get it. But I think you should show the other side of the coin too. Not just the quirks, all the non-normal stuff. The stuff that makes us heroes.”
He marked a pause, satisfied with himself. “Sorry, I get a bit hot-headed about this stuff. Hell, you knew from the chat stuff. That’s why you asked, didn’t ya?”
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Post by Emi Ryoko Tachibana on Mar 11, 2019 19:27:28 GMT -4
Confident. Cocky, even. She’d assumed that much about him long before they’d met, but she would’ve thought that the camera might tone him down. Nope – the fear of being immortalised did nothing to stop him, if he knew that fear at all. It was an admirable skill, but not all that surprising – even if the students weren’t as used to the camera as she was, their hero training had taught them not to panic, or even falter, in the face of adversity.
At least his argument was stronger in person. Well-intentioned ideas meant nothing if they couldn’t be conveyed as such, and it was that truth that had almost come between them before. Perhaps he’d taken time to go over his sales pitch beforehand, to know how to explain himself if that same situation came up again. If he had, it was working, for Emi realised that his words made sense that time around. She didn’t necessarily agree with him, but at least she could see where he was coming from. They weren’t normal, and they never would be – so why bother pretending to be? It wasn’t as if the world would ever let them forget their differences. A few hundred comments on Emi’s Instasnap from the day her quirk was revealed stood as a testament to that. So why was she frowning? It wasn’t just that she partially disagreed. She’d had more than enough arguments to handle seeing eye to eye. No, her expression came from one thought: that he still misunderstood her.
Still, she let him say his piece. To do anything else would be disrespectful to a boy that volunteered himself to speak. Besides, if she hadn’t been willing to give his views some airtime, she wouldn’t have asked him about it in the first place. It wasn’t until he asked about her plan that she showed a ghost of a smirk, finally opening her mouth shortly after. “I never said anything about being normal. I said a lot about being human. There’s a difference.” She paused, giving herself time to make a cut later. She had to get a word in for the video’s sake, but everything else could stay between them. “But this is an interview, not a debate. We can talk about that later. For now…” Another pause, but briefer. Just short enough for a sudden music drop, some would say. “You haven’t introduced yourself yet. How are the lovely people at home going to know who you are? Tell them some things about you. Your age, some fun facts, why you’re at UA… Oh, and your quirk. Maybe. If you break the equipment, you’re paying for it.” Her tone gave off only the slightest hint of a joke, but considering the message on the video…
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Post by Daimon Darren on Mar 12, 2019 2:24:47 GMT -4
Darren judged that he had done pretty well, all things considered. It wasn’t his first time talking in front of a camera -- he gave a few statements after Semper Fi while the school desperately tried to stop him to -- but it was his first time in a proper interview. He thought it would have been some ghetto cheap camera and one lamp set-up, but one couldn’t help to be impressed by the very professional-looking set that Emi had dressed in this tent. She certainly seemed to know her stuff.
Like a professional, she listened before giving a careful answer and quickly cut the delinquent from intervening with a reminder that this was an interview, not a debate. He did not miss the hint, but, true to himself, he still wanted to talk about it, so he did. “Well, ‘guess I have less of a problem with that. I get it, shit’s confusing when people start lookin’ like goats n bears n shit. Though if I’m being honest, I don’t give a fuck if we’re actually human or something different. If that’s your justification for treatin’ us like shit, fuck you.”
He smiled a smile like a kid giddy to have said a bad word on TV. “Anyway, I guess some idiots have to be taught. Things ‘bout me, right?” He straightened in his chair, and his smile turned into a cockier one, almost mischievous. “Daimon Darren, O+, 16 years old. I came to UA because it looked like fun, and it totally fucking delivered. But now, I’m here to become a professional hero, and a damn fucking good one. I’m gonna be kickin’ villain’s asses and savin’ people all day, and it’s gonna be awesome.” he declared confidently, still staring straight into the camera, perfectly conscious of what people thought of such motivations.
“Fun facts: I play bass in a rock band with Eli, Miku and Chimmy, center-forward in the football team, and I’m the president of the martial arts club. As for my quirk...” He stood up and gave Emi a second to adjust her angle, as he scanned his reach with an extended left hand. Not enough room for straights. I’ll do hooks and uppers, it'll look better. “You’re gonna cut the boring shit anyway, right?” he asked as he moved the chair away so he could properly take a step back, allowing himself a bit of room to show off. “Ok I’m ready. Tell me when to go.”
When she signaled him, he continued. “It’s called Autokinesis. It’s got something to do with kinetic energy. the boring explanation is that I ‘generate a sudden burst of momentum in a given direction,’ but I much prefer the expression ‘yeeting myself.’ Paints a more vivid picture, dontcha think?” He grinned and put up a guard. “Witha bit of practice, I can do that. Pay up if you mess up, right?”
A couple of harmless blue sparks coursed on his arms. Their composition was unknown, as those sparks were extremely volatile, but they weren’t electricity; the unverified theory was that it was raw kinetic energy generated in excess. In a blur, his left arm swung for a left hook as if pulled by invisible strings, and with force of habit the boxer spun on his front foot. Following it was a short upper with the right hand and proper step-in. It was abruptly stopped some ten centimeters from the camera lens in another crackle of sparks.
While thrown at only 30% of his maximum speed, each blow was quick, compact and powerful, the transition between them effortlessly smooth, a display of the former delinquent’s fine control to swing well away from the equipment. Despite the wild and impulsive nature of his quirk, a year of training at UA and many more years of martial arts had given him a budding mastery of the stop-and-go motion his style naturally developed into. It was not so long ago that Darren could only fling his entire body, had to swing awkwardly and looked more like a disarticulated puppet than a master fighter. This peculiarity of his quirk only came out during his most intense matches now, and when he was just showing off like that, he could afford to pull such dangerous feats as stopping a few centimeters away from an expensive-looking ass camera with relaxed confidence.
“Kinetic Activity’s the hero name. Remember it for when I save your ass.” He spoke with the grin and the confidence of a cocky sixteen years old future athlete with a bad superiority complex declaring that he was gonna be a superstar once he turned pro.
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Post by Emi Ryoko Tachibana on Mar 12, 2019 11:06:44 GMT -4
Note to self: Darren didn’t get subtlety. Either that, or he was just stubborn. Either way, he got the same response from her. A raised eyebrow, a mildly amused smile and a shake of her head. “Everybody’s entitled to their own opinions, right?” Anything more than that would drag the recording out into a long argument. Normally, she wouldn’t mind the talk- Okay, that wasn't completely true. She'd love to stand her ground, but it wasn’t what she was looking to film. Maybe another time. Heck, that could be another video.
Until then, she had a job to do. While half her mind focused on his words, the other kept the focus trained on him, while deciding how she was going to edit the video. As per the Principal’s requests, she was going to have to bleep out the foul language. Normally, she would have let it slide, but the Principal had kept out of the way of her projects in exchange for her following a few basic rules. Showing a teenage boy with an unfiltered potty mouth had to break one of those, but otherwise, she could keep his words intact. The lighting was a good choice, she realised, for accentuating his expression and his animated self. She’d have to see if she could turn up the saturation a little when they were done to do his hair justice, but otherwise things were looking great. He introduced himself honestly – a little too honestly, perhaps. She didn’t know many people that would admit to joining a hero school for largely unheroic reasons, but the interview wouldn’t be interesting if she’d found a typical student.
At the boy’s wordless suggestion, she slotted the camera out of the tripod. What was almost certainly going to be a shaky shot reminded Emi to get a second camera with the club budget. She stepped away from the tripod to stand in front of the boy, a nod signalling him to continue. His explanation got a snigger out of her; while people were way too eager to call her the ‘living embodiment of salt’, she’d never heard somebody explain their own quirk as a meme. Her smile quickly faded as she realised the challenge ahead of her – and that his fist had a slight chance to pulverising her equipment. But that wasn’t going to happen, right? He knew better than to punch too far… Right?
Zooming in for an upper body shot, Emi took a deep breath in and mentally prepared herself. The last thing she needed to do was ruin the film with a startled jolt, after all. As soon as she realised his punch was nearing her, she turned a dial atop the camera. Of course, there was a big difference between him throwing the punch and her brain realising he’d done so. By the time she’d done the deed, he was already preparing for a second one… Which was exactly where she needed him to be. His second punch was caught in glorious 120 FPS. It could be played back at a quarter of the speed before sacrificing smooth movement, which was perfect for capturing those little sparks.
With his arms withdrawn, she quickly switched back to 60 frames, catching the last of his words. “Nice to meet you, Darren-san. I think I like your style. A hero-in-training that can’t be ignored.” The camera wouldn’t see her smirk, but at least he would. “I don’t think there’s much for me to add on top of that. Any last remarks? Do you want to show off your costume, or are you just going to dash off?” Emi wasn’t one for puns in everyday conversation, but judging by the hand that hadn’t left the camera dial, there was probably good reason for it.
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