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Post by Ryuusei Igarashi on Apr 17, 2019 13:53:57 GMT -4
You don't need a dream or even a tomorrow
Just live
It was the end of the day at the Yuuei Academy. There was a soft and refreshing breeze constantly flowing in the air and the sky was painted in orange, the golden hour that signified the upcoming appearance of the moon and the night she would bring alongside her. WIth the Highschool almost empty and preparing for closure, Igarashi Ryuusei sat on a lonely bench.
Despite being at the school grounds, the 1-A student - or, to be more correct now, the 2-A student - wasn't wearing the traditional school uniform and its color scheme of gray, green and red. Instead, Ryuu could be seen with what he would tipically wear on a day out. On his upperbody, he was wearing an oversized white blouse with large pockets on each side of the chest area, a blouse that was actually from the women's section; as for his lowebody, Ryuusei's pants were equally oversized, baggy harajuku style trousers that were black in colour but had a large white stripe on each side and his shoes were completly white, having a big sole that made Ryuu's 1,79 centimeters look like 1,83. He was also wearing his usual accessories: on his left ear, two small hoop earring with dangling chains attached to them; on his neck, the silver necklace that once belonged to his sister.
But why was Ryuusei not in the school uniform? The reason was actually quite simple. He had been at the Yuuei Gym and, since he was going to head home, he had simply brought his regular clothes on his black backpack in order to head home feeling more confortable - he hated, hated wearing an uniform. His long-ish hair - which had gone back to it's regular brown colour after the blonde dye washed off after some months - was actually still slightly wet from the shower he had just took. However, there he was at the bench, not going home.
The reason for this was, once again, simple. He was just making time in order to arrive home when dinner was ready and, since the weather was nice, he just decided to chill on the bench for a bit before starting his walk back. From the backpack that he placed next to him on the bench, he took out a book. It was already the seventh of this month. This time, it was a book about the Three Kingdoms Period of China's History.
Opening the book where he had previously left off, the boy started reading in peace, casually sitting with his legs crossed. He could never imagine the chaos that was about to happen.
Notes: It's finally happening!
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Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2019 15:07:50 GMT -4
so put that ring away and cash it in
There did not exist a term that fully quite captured her manifest destiny to drag Saito through Hell. She was headed there anyway, so might as well bring some company along for the ride. Especially if said company would force her hand to further justify her deadly descent.
Cheap shots and low blows. Brutality unbarred was the name of their trigger-happy game. Truth be told, he hadn't actually overstepped any bounds, but what better excuse was there to fabricate scorn? One week out of town gave her plenty of time to wreak havoc on what that floppy-haired dunce called home. Or rather, his home away from home, as did everyone else, given dorms were temporary stays. The campus sat stiller with half the class gone, though young blood would pump rampantly soon.
For Heidi, this was home away from home away from home, and unlike others, she suffered from choice. So many cities just a layover away, except airlines weren't what they used to be. With rising quirkers disrupting the peace, air travel had to be redone, and that meant her ticket away from this humdrum would take more than a silent shuffle past guards.
So she stayed. And plotted. When her classmate returned, he'll wish he had stayed in Korea. Over her shoulder slung a black garbage bag, poking out at odd angles and ends. Plastic rattles mixed with spring. The air was light and chimed with renewal. Blossoms blushed in sunset.
Target locked on the boys' residence, she traversed these grassy fields. Lack of human interaction today made her start at the sight of another. He sat too far to recognize, too far to judge, but without a doubt, he was a student. The perfect test subject for her dastardly plans, a chance to estimate shock.
Gently dropping her ammunition, she selected her weapon. A plastic tube with a string at the end. With a drawn-out squeeze, Heidi bubbled out of view, beyond sight and shedding suspicion. Soft steps. Light feet. Hurried onto the pavement, where flat surface did not betray presence. Now easy. Slow. Heel. To toe. Soles inching closer. Success.
When she arrived, overlooking this unfortunate soul, almost brushing his knees with her prism, she aimed the party popper at just the right spot and released a rainbow surprise.
POP!
Confetti lunged at the poor bookworm's face before stalling and falling midair. His hair, his shoulders, his notably fuckboi attire fell prey to a snowfall of paper.
Her hand clapped over her mouth but couldn't suppress the torrent of giggles and snorts. Gripping the emptied cylinder, she blinked back to visibility and doubled over as laughter escaped. "Y-You should've—holy fuck, that was way too good." She leaned against the bench in support. "You should've seen your face!" Oh, that was so worth it. So, so very worth it. Her only regret was not having enough hands to record his reaction on video.
Guys like him raked in the highest ratings when their suffering was put on display. Sharply dressed and bejeweled, clothes ironed and pressed, and those shoes. God, he wasn't even hiding it. Casting off his uniform to assert his status. Distancing himself from her ilk.
Letting the shell drop, she broke into a stance that reeked of confidence and cool. "Hey hey, on a scale from 1 to 10, how scared were you?" She pointed a thumb behind her. "I've got seven more of these babies, but I gotta know if seven's even enough!" They lay a short jog away, where she first stopped to let angel and devil debate. Except her conscience had run for the hills long ago, and as always, it was a one-sided fight.
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Post by Ryuusei Igarashi on Apr 17, 2019 16:29:47 GMT -4
You don't need a dream or even a tomorrow
Just live
All that could be heard was silence. Reading in such an environment gave Ryuusei the same feeling of when he meditated at the dojo of his home - that feeling of pure quiet, where it's just you and the entire world.... in this case, you and the book, the words that allow you to navigate to different worlds or ways of thinking. And this was being quite a good read too! The book he had finished reading two days ago had been a philosophy one, so reading something purely historical and about a time period that Ryuu knew little about was being a good change of pace. Mixing it up always felt nice! But, of course, there are people that don't enjoy this peacefulness. There are the ones that enjoy the wild rides, the noise of chaos. Or, at the very least, they make sure that no one around them can't have a quiet time - quiet is no fun for the reckless ones, afterall. Ryuusei Igarashi was about to get to know someone that belonged to this group... whether he liked it or not. POP! That damn noise came out of nowhere. Ryuusei's reaction was instantaneous and akin to that of when someone gets suddenely thrown with freezing water: his body jumped a little out of the sit while coiling up a bit. Whoever did that was lucky that Ryuu's hands were occupied with the book, otherwise his military knife would surely have been grabbed by instict. However, it wasn't water that Ryuu had been hit with. Opening his eyes after the surpise attack, he could see some confetti flying around. Looking at himself, he noticed those same confetti on top of him. It was then that he looked ahead, noticing someone materializing in front of him. Well, that looks familiar, was his instant thought, obviously refering to his own God's Alibi. Had he ever used his Quirk to scare someone? In front of him was now a girl. She was holding a cylinder - most likely the confetti gun - and she was laughing out loud at Ryuusei's previous reaction. Small, with long blue hair and pink eyes: Ryuu had absolutely no idea who this person was... nor did he care that much, to be fair. She was pretty though... even if it was the kind of pretty that screamed danger. As she confidently stood in front of him, Ryuu's mouth was slightly open, his head tilted sideways and his eyes squinted. Basically, he was trying to make sense of what was going on. Uhm..., he ended up letting out, a small word (or sound?) but enough for his mature and cold voice to be apparent.
It seemed he was dealing with a mischievous one. That was a good change of pace, especially with Class 2-A being full of people that take every words too personally, like the Class Elections incident had showed. He cleaned off the confettis from his clothes before replying to the girl. If she was one for fun and games, well... two can play that game.I'd say a four, but after hearing your laughter it climbed to a strong seven, he said, the clear implication being up for Heidi to decypher. Ryuusei was chill in both posture and attitude because... well, because there was no reason to not be like that. After getting initially scared by the confetti surpring bomb, there was really nothing to be careful about. If anything, he now was just curious to see what the hell this girl that he had never met before was all about. And what better way to do that than to go with her flow? The last months Ryuusei had been focusing on just being a regular teenager, so this was the perfect opportunity to do just that! He closed the book and placed it besides him on the bench. Then he yawned while stretching and, when his mouth closed... poof, he disappeared, just like that. Now holding his breath and with his Quirk activated, he stood up and, making the least amount of noise possible, made his way quickly to Heidi's back. Hands on his pockets, he leaned towards her and placed his mouth near her left .hear. Then... Boo. The words came out in his usual low and laid back tone low. Despite this, he was still expecting some kind of reaction. If that happened - and while being visible again - he would repeat her own question back to her. Tell me, on a scale from 1 to 10, how scared were you?They did not even knew each other's names, but this was already proving to be quite an interesting first meeting. Notes: You scare Ryuu, he'll scare you back!!Words: 782.Tags: @box |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2019 13:24:04 GMT -4
so put that ring away and cash it in
As the hilarity of the situation naturally ebbed, she straightened herself, sighing at this brunette blandness. Not a peep, other than some primitive noise leaking out from his stone hard head. How anticlimactic. Uncooperative, selfish, these types were truly the worst.
No reason to stick around anymore. She returned her attention to her bag. To her pleasant surprise, though, he had spark left in him. Bland to bold in one bite. She grinned, readying herself to blast back, when the stuff of nightmares occurred.
Her peers, unbeknownst to her, would have labeled their hijinks as perks of teleportation. From Point A to Point B, in the blink of an eye, blind to their journeys by foot. However, the human psyche is a lazy thing and first pulls from personal experience.
Well, that looks familiar, would've been her thought too had her mind not completely shut down. She knew what this was. Unshakingly sure. And unfortunately for her, she was right.
She'd been taught, when confronted, to immediately get out, get away, don't stand her chance. Regarding the privilege to throw fists in reply, her disadvantageous stature left her largely ineligible. Luckily, her early education had been thorough. She had below the belt tactics well under her belt. A kick to the crotch or an eye poke.
She was facing the bench. It was blocking escape. And that bastard appeared from behind. So with Flight eliminated, Fight should’ve queued up, as the body’s next line of defense. What prevailed instead was a lesser known stress response.
Freeze, as they call it.
How apt.
Chills crawled through her veins, down her skin, every inch, as personal experience howled in agony. Clawed from the depths of her frankensteined psyche. Another one. No screams passed her lips. Oh, God, please, not another one. She should've ran the second he vanished.
But she didn't. Which let him shift to the side and behind and get the jump on her. He gave his position away, purposefully so, but that didn't stop her from striking. With her right hand less pincered between the two, she swept an open palm up and around, toward his nose, ideally, to flatten it out, but the odds were she'd likely get blocked.
Had it been literally any other quirk, duck-and-run would’ve been her play. Literally anyone else. Rimma’s frost. Naoru’s spikes. She wasn’t rusty, there was proof. But truth had no say in her world. Just as in the court of law, it often behooved one to keep certain facts off the table, beyond reach of an unfavorable judge. Prior scuffles, however recent, lay untouched by active memory, much like how careless searches turn up naught.
Her obvious verdict, then, was decay. Her reflexes dulled with time. That’s what she told herself, seething with rage at his undeserved, shit-eating grin.
"I'd say five, but after seeing your face up close, it climbed to a solid ten."
Sentencing him to death with her eyes, she stepped back and folded her goosebump-ridden arms. Her mind reeled, but for fuck's sake, she had to calm down, and there was only one way she knew how. "Haven't seen you before. Lemme guess, you're one of those off-campus pricks." The boys' halls were well studied and frequented, and the freshmen had yet to move in.
He had the kind of face that'd make a mother proud to have both a son and a daughter. Soft skinned, kept pristine, and very, very punchable. But at school, she'd stick with her words. "U.A. made the right choice keeping you out of the dorms. It's like, sooo obvious a perv like you would creep up behind girls like that."
Shaking her head, she pinched the white of his sleeve and tugged it, holding it for show. "And this shirt. My god, please don't tell me you're a cross-dresser. This really isn't helping your case." It was the kind of blouse she admired at the mall when shopping, of course, for herself. Not that she could afford such a thing. His existence just pissed her off more.
As she stared point blank at his monied mug, a gaggle of neurons flared inside. Recognition bubbled up but didn't break surface, still trapped beneath the tension. She tapped her chin, narrowing her glare, but struggling to pin it down.
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Post by Ryuusei Igarashi on Apr 18, 2019 17:41:04 GMT -4
You don't need a dream or even a tomorrow
Just live
He had gotten the best of the little blue haired girl in this first round, by the looks of it. If Ryuusei's previous reaction was one of a scared cat, then hers was one of a prey realizing how easy it was to get eaten: even if the 1-A student couldn't see her face, it was easy to smell the unique scent of panic... especially to someone who had already experienced it first-hand more than one or two times.
But this now begged the question: why does the prankster freeze when she's the one getting pranked? Afterall, it should be just a prank, right? Or was this lion truly a sheep, just another person pretending to be something which she is not nor can be? It would explain the need to target someone like Ryuusei, a potential innocent victim that was just enjoying his little book in peace - fake alphas need to exteriorize their fake dominance, that's a known fact. But this small flower could also just be having the time of her life, living carefree and happily, not really thinking about the consequences of her actions: like many say, there is no harm in having fun. Carpe Diem, is the expression in latin. Whathever the case - or even if none of those - this just made Ryuusei more eager to stay and see how this whole interaction would turn out: the girl had been succesful in capturing his attention, whether intentionally or not. But, before anything else, he had to avoid that open palm that was coming to crash against his nose.
She has a little training, he thought as he saw that the placement of the hand and fingers wasn't a case of luck.
It also wasn't, however, enough to worry Ryuusei. Using his agility, he just quickly moved his head down while crouching, remaining in this position while the feisty one took the chance to move a few steps and turn towards him. He could've easily just grabbed her and thrown her into the ground to avoid the hit, but touching a lady without her consent isn't something exactly graceful to do... even if she's the one throwing the first shot.
She was eyeing him like she wanted to kill him. Why? Ryuusei couldn't tell, but he found it funny. Hell, even her reply made him chuckle a bit. Still crouched and with his arms resting on his knees, he used her words to shoot another bullet.
5 and 10? - he couldn't help but let out a little smile - That's higher than me... I guess that I'm winning. You're an easy game.
Bantering was something that he really just did with Yoruhi, his best friend. Usually Ryuusei was just the silent type, keeping to himself and not exactly keen in making conversations or new friends... or enemies. But this female with pink eyes... Her attitude just begged for Ryuusei to enter in her game. If someone else could be easily offended, he was just finding this all amusing... He wondered if she was feeling the same.
Then came an entire rant about him not living on campus. An "off-campus prick", like she put it in her own words. God, was that really how she thought? Disappointing: how simple minded! Especially when her own words trapped her...
Oh, so you keep in check all of the boys that live here? - he asked while standing up - Interesting... Well, I'm now glad to be at at home then! It seems like before I'd have the chance to sneak in the girl's dorms you'd already have plenty of photos of me and the others in the showers... Should I go snitch on you?, he asked, pointing with his thumb behind him, in direction of the security office.
But her final offensive move was towards his clothing, which she immediately recognized as feminine which... Ryuusei didn't mind at all since, well, if he did he wouldn't be wearing it. Shouldn't that be obvious? Cross-dresser? Such an old way of thinking! As she held on of the pieces of fabric from the sleeve in her hand - something that Ryuusei confortably allowed and had no reaction towards - the boy replied.
I mean... - a slight pause meant to move his eyes from the blouse towards Heidi - It's obvious that I pull it off better than what you could, but if you like it so much as to even touch it I can give it you. Want it?, he finished with a soft smile that wasn't soft at all.
This was fun. Too much fun. And it was actually being easy! After all the previous months of injuries, drama, trauma and much more... this little confrontation of exchanging insults and cheap shots with someone he barely knew was feeling quite cathartic. But... would it escalate even more?
Notes: It gets better and better!
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Post by Deleted on Apr 19, 2019 17:59:43 GMT -4
so put that ring away and cash it in
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Post by Ryuusei Igarashi on Apr 20, 2019 11:30:59 GMT -4
You don't need a dream or even a tomorrow
Just live
“We sometimes encounter people, even perfect strangers, who begin to interest us at first sight, somehow suddenly, all at once, before a word has been spoken.”
Such wrote Dostoevsky in 1866 and such remembered Ryuusei Igarashi in 2073 after meeting this girl, whom, unknown to him, was from Russia - talk about the poetry of life. However, let's make no mistake: there's no hope to be found in the writings of Fyodor and, perhaps, there was also no hope of Ryuu going past that spark of sudden interest... especially when that tiny thing was starting to open her damn mouth more and more. It's important to not get things wrong here though: it was exactly her bad attittude, dismissive stance and poisonous words that were drawing him in, but they were also the things making the boy sick to his stomach. It stenched. And it stenched because it gave the smell of a façade. 'Fake it 'till you make it', the expression fit her well. But Ryuusei was feeling like a proper teenager and teenagers are dumb, so why not dumbly playing along? 'Love the thing you hate, hate the thing you love' type of deal. Or something like that.
He respected the way she did not back down. She could be easy, but at least she wasn't a quitter. Even threw some decent shots in... but they were only that: decent. Grazing punches that didn't even deserve a reply. And it was just getting started? Great. A Round 1 KO would've felt nice, but a 12 Round beatdown is always much more satisfying - why give the opponent the chance to leave early when you can humiliate him without stopping?
Good. I'd be disappointed if it was otherwise, still crouching at the time, his eyes met Heidi's pink ones directly and without hesitation. No way he'd be the one taking the first step back. Round 2 was on.
To the stalking comment she gave the most basic answers possible. Ugh, come on. I'm rooting for you, but you have to give me something, Ryuusei could only think as she was trying to imply that he lacked in beauty, even throwing a wink and giving him a little touch on the shoulder. And her being in high demand? Pleeeeease. That was just a laughable joke. And Ryuusei did just that: laughed while raising his left hand to his forehead, like he couldn't believe what he was hearing. He found her cute. Hell, very pretty even. But no way he'd give her the satisfaction of knowing that. No mercy in war.
High demand? - he made sure to let out a small laugh before focusing his eyes on her - If there's a single picture of you in the boy's dorms it is with a "Careful, Do Not Approach" caption underneath it. And for someone who doesn't find me cute there's a lot of touching going on, he finished, swiping off the shoulder she had touched him on with his hand as if he was cleaning it.
The response to his threat - which, obviously, he didn't intend on doing - was way more creative though, Ryuusei gave her points for that. But, on his mind, it was those type of "Good Effort Points" people give to kids who finish last in order to not leave them sad.
Your forgiven, my dear jester - he decided to go along with her little roleplay once she finished talking, moving his right hand like a king signaling his vassals to stop bowing and to stand straight - But thou, a member of the common folk, shall not underestimate the king, for I am not a "goody two-shoes". See...
Leaning towards her in order to speak closer to her ear, Ryuu's voice would change from the previously more light-hearted tone to a more serious one, making full use of his mature and cold tone of voice.
... if I want you to go down, you'll go down.
He stepped back again. How amusing was this being! It felt like therapy, something he should do every week! Hopefully the girl had more in her gas tank! It looked like she had, because once they reached the topic of clothing she was still able to jab back at Ryuusei. The boy from Class A would, obviously, throw a little bark back at her.
I thought we had already established that you're the pervert here - as the wind swept, Ryuusei held on to his hair with his left hand while his oversize blouse flowed with the air - But go ahead. Like I said before: you're the jester, your words hold no power, he said keeping a straight face... being mostly detached to everything occasionally had a good side.
But then... Then she commited an act so unspeakably cruel that, if they were really jester and king, Ryuusei would order for Heidi's immediate decapitation. Holding a book like that... And with a face of such desinterest... That should be a crime. Ryuusei had to actually focus on keeping a straight face from how mad he got at that, but he couldn't avoid one or two veins popping. Books were extremely important to him, seeing them touched and maneuvered like that, without any care...
Yeah... I think those types of magazines are more your style - he said, grabbing the book that was shoven into his chest.
The care with which he handled it was evident and he couldn't hide that instinct. Opening it and flowing throught the ages to see if none had been damaged. Then, calmy, taking one or two steps towards the bench in order to place the object inside his backpack. Turning to Heidi once more, he decided to lower his guard intentionally.
Does the jester have a name?
A simple question, much lighter than anything previously said. Deceitful, however: Ryuusei was just giving Heidi the chance to lead the conversation and see what she had to say. 12 Round beatdowns are fun, but you have to throw bait at the loser from time to time to give him the illusion that he can actually win.
Notes: bang, banG, baNG, bANG, BANG... bang.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 21, 2019 17:57:08 GMT -4
so put that ring away and cash it in
Maintaining his focus for as long as she could, she slipped him a dose of verbal poison. "Y'see, I'm also U.A.'s top investigator, and you're headlining my next viral piece." The bench caught her fall, she crossed her legs neatly, and with chirality, two Ls made by fingers framed him. She snapshotted the moment to memory and revealed, "It's a weekly series called To Trap a Predator. My first article's called 'Local Pervert Infiltrates Hero Course,' and I'll let you choose what you'll be called."
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Post by Ryuusei Igarashi on Apr 22, 2019 18:10:07 GMT -4
You don't need a dream or even a tomorrow
Just live
Nah, I'm just checking if the letters have formed the word "HELP" after you touched the book, he said, drawing the word in the air with his right index finger. He showed a little chinck in his armour, but the metal was far from being cracked.
However, to explain this little book incident, a short explanation might be needed:
First, why books are important.
It was Ryuu's older sister that introduced books to him. Ever since he learnt how to read, Yasu made him read books of every kind: poetry, fantasy, other worlds, history, nature and much, much more. They'd often read together, him slower than her. As he grew older, the genres and types of books he read just grew larger and larger, the speed at which he read them faster and faster.. Books were extensions of his body and of his sister's soul. After she got into that coma, books were all that he had in order to keep that soul burning.
Second, why words generally did not affect him much.
At Ryuusei's previous school, everyone blamed him for his sister's coma. In his eyes, it was fair, but it did not meant that it didn't hurt. However, he got quite good at just ignoring everything (or just surpressing it until it exploded while he was alone)... Adding to that his natural personality and his general detachment from the world and it becomes clear why getting something out of him could seem dificult.
But back to reality.
After he stored the book and asked for her name, the blue fish took the bait. It was... disappointing? No, that wasn't the right word. Too strong, too negative. If Ryuusei Igarashi was to be truly disappointed he'd just walk away - the lion does not care for the opinion of sheep, like many say. It was another word that he was looking for... He expected the bait to be eaten, but to be pulled away strongly, with violence; a battle of unexpected movements that would make him have to use all of his attention and dedication to confirm this shiny catch at whom he was laying his eyes for the first time. However, that did not happen... When his defenses were at the lowest, the fish with colorful eyes just did the exact same movements as before.... Right. That reminded him: underwhelming was the word he was looking for.
Expectations really are something to be careful about. The girl had set-up an high bar for herself during their little conversation. The way she subverted his comment about the picture of her in the boy's dorm, how she intentionally touched him again... She even learnt from her previous mistake! Not budging when Ryuusei decided to get closer to her, the boy took note of the guts she needed to lie to herself by telling that he couldn't possibly trip her. And, most noteworthy, she had even accomplished the objective of getting something close to an emotion out of Ryuu... Dropping from that to this was just sad.
She assumed he wanted to quit. Ryuusei chuckled without adding anything. Just like a rookie, she was getting all excited with an insignificant win on a mere, lonely round; a round that was basically given to her. Poor thing, her ego was the size of a bloody mountain. No problem though: the higher the fall would be.
However, she did give him her name. He ignored the obviously fake titles and, in all honesty, had to make an effort to not genuinely laugh at her funny performance. But when the name was revealed...
Heidi?
A tone of surprise, a look of disbelief.
You got to be kidding me, that's hilarious!
Silence broken. The boy burst out laughing, lowering himself and holding his belly like he couldn't countain himself. It was fake, but - just like she had also realized already - theatrics were important in this type of game. Made the thing more fun. It was in the middle of his laughter that he explained the reasons for it... kind of.
Heidi, the Black God of Winter, the Conqueror of Evil! - he bowed at her - Or is it Heidi, the Holy Lady of All That is Fertile? he asked aloud and ironically with his back now straight.
Ryuusei didn't make this clear, but he was making references to mythology. The first remark was about one of the taoist Gods, the name literally meaning something like "Black Divinity". The second was to Freyja, Goddess of the Norse Mythos who is believed to be the same as the Goddess Heidi. All names fitting perfectly the girl's clearly high view of herself.
But after this came a compliment. A dangerous thing coming out of the serpent's mouth, one that made Ryuu take a back step mentally. Even a pro has to be aware that a rookie can land a miracle KO. She had moved inbetween him and the bench, hands behind her back. His attention, however, was on her words.
Back to the predator thing...?
The underwheliming was really almost turning into disappointment now. Investigator? Article? Was she one of those News Club students? Urgh...
All humans are fundamentally perverse - a call to Freud, more or less.
As she sat down on the bench so, Ryuusei crouched while being just one or two feet away from her, smiling wih an attitude to her little finger snapshot.
But you're doing an awful lot of projecting onto me. You know the theory that says we project onto others what we repress from ourselves, right? Something tells me that you must be, let's say... unsatisfied.
He opened his arms in fake excitement for the next sentence, still crouching and in front of her.
But Sure! That's a great article! I'll be your Animus, so you call me that - a little Jungian psychology joke - I'll even write the supporting article for you! I'm thinking...
Right arm supported on his knee, left hand supporting the chin, just like a thinking statue... Only that his posture was clearly one of mockering.
"A Tale of Voyeurism: Yuuei Pervert Blames Others For Her Own Perversion"! What do you think? It has a ring to it.
Journalism never was his strongest, but "anything you do, I can do better".
Notes: I'm having a blast writing these posts LMAO
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Post by Deleted on Apr 27, 2019 15:10:31 GMT -4
so put that ring away and cash it in
A mother may foresee and understand a daughter’s innate desire to explore, to press unsullied palms against the door and wonder what it hid from view. On the other hand, a mother may foresee and understand that the hidden may not welcome her little one. So she might suggest two activities, read or play, and her child may echo her preference. Before long, they might be curled beneath fluorescence, cross-legged, one in the nest of the other, immersing themselves in the alpine idylls of 19th century Maienfeld. In this hypothetical, the door is forgotten, wholly untouched. For now.
Doors open, as they are wont to do, and correspondingly close with time. What all fail to see, and thus fail to seize, are the consciously unpresented. Don't think too hard. Take the left or the right. Flip a coin if necessary. But turn around, dare seek a third way, and stare down an ancient barrel. Everyone takes a turn on the trigger, from kings to cults to kin, blockading these gates, reshaping your will, convincing you that it is free.
Suffice to say, there was only one choice she could truly call her own. So when this fodder-haired son of a single-use whore committed the first-degree, he genuinely left her with no other option but to post a sky high bail. Both arms, both legs, and let’s not forget a hearty scoop of emotional health. “Heidi, the very first name you’ll be cursing when you look back and see where it all went wrong.” And holy hell, would he pay.
If the boy’s cartoonish stage play earned him a gold star, then this method actress was winning an Oscar. Unfiltered fury lit her expression ablaze, the most honesty he'd extracted thus far. As days got marked off their school calendars, his travesty would twist into tragedy. She was committed. So hopelessly devoted to jamming his words back down his throat.
He stooped to her level to meet her full gaze, coolly perched on the balls of his feet. Meticulous positioning kept him a hair out of reach from a hard landing kick to the shoulder. She then tilted forward, brows lifted, chin propped by stroking hand, and ruled his defense insufficient. "Pleading guilty with a weakass case. Lemme guess, dropped out of law school and went the hero route instead."
Sadly for her, but even sadder for him, this dialogue was starting to tank. Projection, of course. The ol' switcheroo. To translate from his uppity speak and rephrase in layman's terms, I know you are but what am I. "Is that so? I didn't noticed." Her eyes were brimming with manufactured sorrow, dredging up false sympathy. "It's just sooo easy to project onto a personality as flat as yours, y'know? A blank sheet like you is just made for it."
And at his next accusation, the heat really did rise. At least he knew how to keep up the pace. Mild surprise nudged malice just a step out the spotlight, hands raised in a tacit whoa there. Her corners veered upward, but she wrenched them back down as to kill all signs of mirth.
"Ya got me." Admission. No spins or new tricks. But wait. "Though if you're offering yourself, I'll have to respectfully decline. Can't afford my 'dissatisfaction' to get worse."
Rather than bashfulness, the only thing plaguing her was vindication. Just as she thought, his quip further cemented his role in her head as a creep. A cooperative creep, not that that counted for something. He tossed her some bullshit, another pseudo-intellectual self-pat on the back, and tried to sell it as a proper name.
Their gazes connected. Silence followed. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. As if she'd been violently ripped out of her stupor, she shook her head and grounded herself after a supposed frolic in the clouds. "Sorry, blanked out. My cognitive abilities just dropped all of a sudden." Two fingers circled each of her temples, her eyes tightly shut to convey strain. "Must've been my new animus. Defected, no doubt about that." So he was well read, well bred if her theory held water, the archetype of an aristobrat.
Still, he was living, breathing evidence that education doesn't imply quality. For instance, that title. She pinched the bridge of her nose, pointed up in purported pain. "Were you trying to give me tinnitus? Because congrats, you just did."
Talk about a ring. Back of hand met forehead to convey her infinite woe. "So this is how I end. Death by amateur delivery.” To thicken her maddening melodrama, her legs swung right onto the seat. It so happened that space was scarce due to his inconsiderate placement of backpack, still encased in her veil. Her foot launched it sideways, sliding the remainder of the bench before catching itself a tad too close to the edge. Not the gentlest push, but not an outright attack, enough ambiguity to proclaim negligence over malice.
Propped up against iron armrest, she unpocketed her phone and dangled it over her head. "But! I'm open to being pleasantly surprised." His pretentious ass scored him an interview, the utmost honor if she said so herself.
"So we've each got our own articles." She swiveled back to upright position, a thumb launching audio capture. "Great! Let's start with mine." No time to let him wriggle out of this one. "The world wants to know." Right into the mic of her upside-down phone, reminiscent of a vintage recorder. "Why does the walking definition of degeneracy come to a school like this?" Newscaster histrionics laced each syllable, each pause filled with oil and honey.
A single eye closed in a slow, sustained signal. "And remember these are investigative pieces. You won't hurt my feelings if you wanna give up, since it's harder to find me than it is to find you." Challenge cast with an elevated bar. If he expected her words to be taken without weight, as bluffs without any teeth, he'd be sorely mistaken to find later on that her work is never quite done.
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Post by Ryuusei Igarashi on May 5, 2019 16:37:53 GMT -4
You don't need a dream or even a tomorrow
Just live
If that girl - whom Ryuusei was now sure to be the Devil's and Eris' love child - touched a minor weak point of the boy with her carelessness toward the book, the 2-A student had obviously found the ultimate weakness of that blue haired brat with the comments he made regarding her name. Imagine having spent the last minutes trying to humiliate someone, calling that person a pervert without any proof and getting all touchy, but then getting all offended and agressive because of a simple joke about a name. Weak people are like that, so no surprise there: they throw their best shots in a wild manner, but then can't even handle the opponent's replies. Oh well - at least this was being somewhat entertaining. Uhhh, I'm so scared, he simply said in reply before the conversation continued. After a while she decided to call his personality bland. The irony in such statement! In some aspect, Ryuusei was respecting this annoying little creature: the attitude, the voice, the expressions... All intentionally manufactured to piss him off to the maximum of levels. At least he hoped it was intentional, otherwise Heidi would surely be the definition of a 'shitty person'. Not resisting doing so, Ryuu had to give her something back before adding salt to injury with some more comments. Rather be bland than hiding my insecurities under layers upon layers of bad jokes. Something tells me... he continued immediately to his words about her unsatisfaction. Her reply was good. Heidi was proving to be that annoying mosquito that always comes back, even when you're sure you've killed it a thousand times. Ryuusei hated mosquitos - in fact, everyone does. Poor thing - his tone was clearly one of fake concern, reaching the state of it being an obvious mockery towards her - It's so bad that you even thought that I was offering... Don't worry, someday you'll get someone that can aprecciate all of... - he slowly looked at her, starting at her feet and finishing at her eyes - ... that, he finished, proud of his own ability to lie with a straight face. The trading of blows continued for a short while until silence was established. It was Heidi breaking it, with her irritating voice of someone who thought to be able to speak perfect japanese but whose accent was clear as day to anyone with half a brain. Some bullsh*t about her having zoned out or something. Again: no surprise. She was either dumb or pretending to be dumb - Ryuusei honestly didn't know what scenario was the worst. However, he wasn't one to not reply, making him obliged to quickly add: Of course I'm defected, nothing that has a connection with you can ever work properly, he said, owning to Heidi's words and giving them a twist, directing them right back to her. Then the journalism part of the conversation came about. Not Ryuusei's proudest work , even he would admit that. But journalism was a dying profession anyways and if its future was on that piece of work... well, then the death of the written press was coming much sooner than later. Still crouching, he, like always so far, made sure that the girl didn't get the final words in with that "Death by amateur delivery". Good. Now you know how I've been feeling since you showed up.However, it seemed like she had not only appeared but that she also had every intention to stay. She layed on the bench, even almost dropping Ryuusei's backpack while doing so - a good attempt into making him mad if Ryuusei cared about it... which he obviously didn't. He probably threw that backpack to the ground everyday when he arrived home. Heidi was rolling with the interview thing. She reminded him of the value of "Pi" in the way that her awful personality also had no end. But Ryuusei was willing to play ball. He sat himself on the ground, legs crossed as if he was meditating and both hands supported on the ground. Looking closely at her, he remained in silence as she began talking into the cellphone.
"Why does the walking definition of degeneracy come to a school like this?"A audible sigh could be heard coming from Ryuusei, whose head was now lowered and totally uninterested on what the girl was talking about while only having one eye opened. When she finished, Ryuusei had only one thought.
Girl, you really need to get some new material, to learn how change topics...He sighed again, this time one that cleraly signalated a vibe of "okay, let's do this". She was clearly taking the fun out of the game, but that's to be expected out of unworthy opponents: one trick poneys that lack improv skills and prefer to stick to the same technique, even if it's obvious that it is not working. Ryuusei raised his head again, looking directly at Heidi once more. During this, he would never change his focus out of her eyes - a statement meant for her to understand that he wouldn't be the one walking away, no matter how painful she was making that decision to be. With his hands - and with full intention of her noticing it - he pulled out his own cellphone and pressed the record button. Another statement: no matter what she chooses to edit out, Ryuu will always have the full thing. Firstly, the definition of 'degeneracy' is just 'being degenerate' and that term is the opposite of concrete. Do you mean that I'm evil? Corrupt? Immoral? That I simply deviate from the norm? Or all of that combined? You see, a good journalist makes more clear and precise questions... But then again, you're already implying that I am a 'degenarate', something that doesn't give me the chance to defend myself and something you just assumed that I am, so you're obviously the opposite of a good journalist. Are you sure that you chose the right job? I'll just answer the question that a professional that knows the art of being subtle and how to hide their agenda in their questions would've asked: "Why does a person like you come to a school like this". Both cellphones were still recording and Ryuusei was still looking directly into Heidi. After a slight pause...
Now the answer to do that is simple, actually. To give people like you a reality check. To make you understand that no matter what you do, there's people that can do it better. It's a pretty noble decision if I say so, makes you work harder. It also makes you get off that high-bench and realize that you're not as good, or smart, or funny as you think you are. Ryuusei's voice was in its full cold tone, partly because it was normally like that but also because he was starting to get really pissed at how that little thing just kept calling him a pervert and degenerate, especially how she was now trying to make an actual interview out of that. It reminded Ryuusei of the bullies that made him believe, to this day, that he was the reason for his sister's coma. But Ryuusei was smart and he knew how to play the game of the media - it was the reason he also pressed play on his own cellphone, afterall. After a finishing the previous sentence, he started laughing loudly and as genuinely as he could. Once he was done with that, he spoke in a much lighter and casual tone, just like he was talking to a true friend. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was kidding. It's just that your question was way too funny. I mean, I wouldn't call myself that, but I guess that I'm a little different from everybody else. Even my reason to join Yuuei is pretty much out of the common: I just applied for the sake of it. I had no interest in being a Hero, but I got in, so I guess it's my fate. I kinda like it now.He finished with a defiant smirk. If Heidi chose to make cuts of the interview public and publish both or either of the first two parts of his reply, Ryuusei would then release the last one, which would expose the girl by framing her as someone that takes material out of context and would certainly damage her credibility. The true conversation was meant to stay only between them. But tell me! What about you, Heidi? Why does a person with your n- I'm sorry: Why does a person like you come to a school like this?There was confidence in his voice. Heidi was being a fun change of pace from the normal Yuuei stuff, but she had to know: there was only one person in control there... and it wasn't her. Notes: I sense that hands are about to be thrown......Words: 1,483.Tags: @box |
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Post by Deleted on May 12, 2019 23:44:24 GMT -4
so put that ring away and cash it in
Simple words by simple minds. Armchair psychoanalysis was telltale of someone who'd missed his scheduled appointment with Dunning and Kruger. Convinced he knew why and how she operated, holder of the perfect human model. All she had to do was step into an arbitrary homeroom and swivel 360 degrees. One look at the caliber and self-delusion and suddenly there was nothing to be insecure about. Absolutely nothing.
Besides, if anyone was hiding their insecurities, she was sure as hell it was this guy. Taking himself so seriously as to get riled up over party tricks.
Plus, he was the type of petty that fully betrayed how every accusation had hit its mark. A true innocent would've surely protested when she depicted him sneaking into dorms. Instead, he spun the subject around to prevent further spot-on conclusions.
Speaking of bullseye allegations, he was disastrously blatant about ogling at her, and she was genuinely taken aback. Brows furrowed, scowls deepened as he crawled bottom to top. Beyond reasonable doubt, he was exactly as she'd claimed.
She rested her elbow on knee, chin in palm, fingers curled inward below a noxious smirk. Negging. Classic. "That someone is doing a damn good job at playing hard-to-get." An overdone shrug lifted tension off her shoulders, replaced by faux disappointment. "Too bad he's even better at playing hard-to-want." She collapsed back into her seat and casually laid an arm across the top.
Like a curbside street rat prowling the night, he didn't pause at the opportunity to eye her. But unlike the riffraff, he did have a way with words.
Ouch, she felt that one.
She blinked in surprise—not respect, there's a difference—when he flung her own acid back in her face with the quip about defective goods.
An age-old favorite among the masses was a simple game called "What If." What if, for instance, he'd kept his quirk to himself? She'd have been thrilled, to continue the playthrough. Saying as she pleased, pushing the boundaries, a more preferable timeline surely. The clatter of discarded filters evoked rural rapport between retired folk who had long since developed thick skins and razor tongues. She might've taken the first step back and asked for his name, his class, his story. Appreciation to establish, as she had with her classmates, they'd arrived at mutual tolerance.
But this was not said timeline. What was seen couldn't be unseen, and phantasmic attributions stayed linked.
He was stubborn in a way that made it harder to walk out than it was to rise up to his challenge. Moans and groans heavily implied it'd take more than her insufferable broken record act to throw his hands up in defeat. And to drive home his point, he plopped down, got comfortable, and readied himself for another.
Learning quickly from their recent rounds, he made begrudging use of the "Yes And" method, dragging his feet as she insistently steered them both down roads familiar only to her. Except, by the looks of it, he'd traveled these too, and she tilted her head at his phone. "Not your first time, is it?" He knew the right moves, which meant he was either paranoid as fuck or had danced to this beat before.
She checked her imaginary watch. "Done already? Shame, that would've broken a record if you'd kept it up a little longer." How predictable, commencing the Definitions Olympics to sidestep what truly mattered.
She crossed her arms, fell silent, then slowly processed the most pedantic drivel she'd ever had the misfortune to suffer.
There it was. Objective truth. Served on a silver plate, with dish cover cracked open a mere centimeter to let rotting stench roam free. She caught whiffs in the way they carried themselves, students like Emi and Tetsuko. The former relishing the view from her tower of gold, and the latter from her moral high ground. They sneered at awkward shapes who didn't fit their molds, and licenses, though they'd never admit it, would jam them right into place.
She knew bullshit when she saw it, and his half-assed "lol jk" was adorable, if not pathetic. "I'm sure you've heard the phrase, 'Many a true word is spoken in jest.'" Stupider than he looked or a godawful liar, not even a coin toss could capture the chaos. Enrolling without a red cape fetish? Proof to the contrary blared. Given how long Support touted spare desks, his bark was as weak as his bite.
"Anyway, I'll forgive you for stalling. Just this once. Only because it's really cute to see you so excited to share what you learned in school. Like, if I'd gotten an A+ in Unsolicited Monologues 101 too, then I'd be aching to flex as well."
Mirror on mirror, and thus the tables turned. Her jaw tightened at his carefully crafted slip, but she couldn't let the stage sit empty.
She took a deep breath, "Let's not forget you're the star of the show—I wouldn't dare steal the limelight off you!" Raised a finger, "But if you insist, who am I to refuse?" Then proceeded to break it down for him.
A good journalist begins by expressing gratitude for the interviewee's time and cooperation. "Before we start, I wanna say thank you. Actually, I'm gonna say it three times. The first is for being able to hold your breath an excruciating five-plus seconds. Like, I completely understand how hard it must be, since heroes looove the sound of their own voice."
Next, addressing any concerns the interviewee brings up about the process. "And about my 'agenda.'" Air quotes included. "I gotta say, I was worried that even spelling it out would give you a nasty migraine. Look at you, exceeding all sorts of expectations today!"
While the meatiest content loomed within reach, there was still one more box to check. Context was key for framing conversations, and he demanded incredible amounts.
"My second thank you is for asking me what I meant by 'degenerate,' 'cause I'm actually sweeping the spectrum." For supporting visuals, she pantomimed wiping the smirk off his face with an arc of her unoccupied hand. "Let's start with the end that represents students who 'deviate from the norm.' Y'know, the fated ones. Who are different from everyone else. Who are obviously as good, or smart, or funny as they think they are. Who joined for reasons so uncommon that nobody could've ever guessed it was simply 'just because.'"
Two fingers mimicked a sprightly stroll, nudging the needle along. "Next, we've got 'immoral.' I'll give the easy example of a hypothetical first-year who treats mutants as deformed and lesser." Immoral yet honest and unafraid to broadcast his degeneracy to the entire school chat.
"Then, there's 'corrupt.' You can sum it up as using power in ways you shouldn't. Say, if a student takes advantage of training grounds access and stabs a classmate in the shoulder." Or if a school covers up blatant assault and lets the kid walk free. Expelled, yes, but free nonetheless.
"Last but not least, 'evil.' Like killing a woman on live T.V. and calling for quirker retribution. Degenerates on this end are cropping up faster, but in the end, they're giving people like us a reality check. It's a pretty noble decision if I say so, makes us work harder."
A long pause followed as she fixated on his expression, probing for recognition or clicks. From hyperlocal scopes to glaringly obvious, she'd have a field day if all three flew over his head.
"Long story short, that's why I'm here. To learn, like everyone else. But we only learn how to fight villains of today, not the ones of tomorrow."
She dangled her phone, which teetered on the verge of deep anguish if this file ate any more memory.
"And don't let me forget to say my third thank you. Really, from the bottom of my heart, talking with you taught me a lot." She placed a palm accordingly, with a sickly smile to accompany. "Meeting a so-called hero student at the shallow end of degeneracy showed me it's easy to walk down the spectrum."
Tilting forward once more, "So I've gotta ask. What's to stop a person like you from turning into someone like them?"
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Post by Ryuusei Igarashi on May 15, 2019 19:40:05 GMT -4
You don't need a dream or even a tomorrow
Just live
It was a room he had been many times before, but this time its colors had changed… just like everything else in the last few months. The darkness inside those four walls was now replaced by a white color, a shade that was so pure and ethereal that it felt out of place – a blanket covering what was rotting underneath it. In the middle of this abstract location, the grand piano that once stood there couldn’t be seen anymore: in its place were white flowers, smashed and destroyed as if an army of one thousand had marched right through them. There was, however, something familiar; something horribly recognizable.
At the end of that area, there she was sitting on a chair with her legs crossed. The silhouette of a woman, obviously, but this female had no face, no body: all of her was shadow, all of her was nothingness. Yet, she talked – and she talked with the same mesmerizing voice that the boy remembered.
I told you that you’d always come back to me, didn’t I?
It was a rhetorical question, but it felt like an invitation. And so he went in. Step by step, little by little, just like a lost lamb looking for its pastor. Every time his feet touched the ground, dark spots would make themselves visible – a reminder of the one who was infecting that enclosed space, a reminder of his own presence. He stopped right before the only thing separating himself from that lady: the ruined snow petals.
You don’t show or know it, but you’re beginning to quite like this young lady, aren’t you? I’m starting to feel a little jealous.
The left palm of the shadow graciously supported her own chin as she uncrossed her legs just to cross them in the other direction. As for Ryuusei, he was just there – standing. He knew that, in the real world, he was talking to Heidi, but, at the same time, this place felt even more real than that – it always did. Time didn’t matter here: it was just him and… that.
I have to admit it: I like her too. She has an attitude and… she’s really saying the right things, isn’t she?
Her legs uncrossed now to remain wide open. Her elbows pressed against her thighs, her body leaning forward.
You do not say it, but for a moment you really thought you had some kind of fate, didn’t you? Dreams, hopes… You joined this school to achieve the future you denied your sister of, to try and erase that failure. But you can’t do that, can you? You can’t be like her, you are not that person. Having friends like Yoruhi and Rinkusu, helping Relena and Takumi – those are just lies, aren’t they? It’s just for you to feel safe.
Her head tilted sideways, a beast playing with its prey.
Because the truth is that you’re immoral… and that you hate that. You hate that you think that you’re better than everyone else in your class; that you know things that they don’t know. But you also know that this made you corrupt yourself, that this is what made you use your powers in ways you shouldn’t… That this is what makes part of you evil.
The torn down flowers became red and that red soon became blood flooding that entire spot. It was from the blood that they all appeared in front of his eyes, laid down like the corpses they were.
The robber at Kabukicho that was trying to harm a little mutated kid and that Ryuusei unintentionally killed.
Travis McConnel, Yazaki Homura and Kizuna Takahashi. They were the three death row inmates that Ryuusei executed in front of Corporal Tanaka.
The three nameless soldiers that he had killed while infiltrating the Military Base, walls Ryuusei chose to tear down in order to reach Hideaki and the QED antidote.
The seven of them were all there, decomposing and turning into dust. All of them in that position because of the sixteen year old that was still there, breathing and alive.
You decided by your own will to turn them into this, didn’t you? And, even doing so, you felt nothing.
The boy stared at them and the woman stared at the boy. She stood up, walking to the middle of that pool of death.
She asked the correct question. What's to stop a person that is capable of such things from turning into someone hated by society? I know the answer to that – you do too.
Ryuusei just continued to look at the lifeless bodies he had created.
You told me before that I am no monster - that I just am. So I’ll just continue on just being. Not a Villain, but perhaps not a Hero either. I’ll be... me.
Turning his back, he left - back to the real world. To Heidi it would just seem than only a few seconds had passed since she asked her question after all that build-up. His answer would probably be the only 100% honest one he would have given since this interaction had started and it would show on the boy’s voice. Before replying, he turned off his own cellphone – he didn’t care anymore.
I don’t know. Really, I don’t.
A brief pause.
But now it’s the time for me to say thanks too. Actually. You helped me figuring out something important. Now I have something to prove - both to me and to you. Can't let all that annoying talking of yours go to waste. You attended Unsolicited Monologues 101 with me, didn't you? I knew you were the perverted one, stalking me everywhere.
He began standing up, still in front of the blue-haired student.
Who would’ve thought? Maybe the journalist thing really is your thing… You have a shitty personality though, so I doubt you’ll be able to make a career out of that.
Stretching his arms and entire body towards the sky, he yawned. There he was – the Ryuusei that really was being himself. The boxer who, no matter how hard got hit, was able to easily brush off the shots like they were nothing. Even if the scorecards showed a defeat, he knew that he had won – nothing pisses a prankster like Heidi more than someone who really just seems to not care about it… apparent indifference is the best weapon and Ryuusei was a great actor, he always had been... even to himself.
But of course the match hadn’t truly ended: overtimes are always fun. Now up and looking down at her, he talked again.
So… - he said while messing his hair up with his left hand - Any more baseless accusations or can you do your job and give me my bag? Y’know, the one you pushed away with your feet? It's that being around you for all this time is starting to give me an headache, I can see why you were alone before you decided to pull that prank on me… if that even was deserving of such name.
Notes: Time to defuse the bomb... or not... HE CAN'T STOP, SORRY
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Post by Deleted on May 29, 2019 13:22:06 GMT -4
so put that ring away and cash it in
The sun was nearly gone.
Despite the former taking up arms against even hints to the fact, there indeed existed a world's difference between the young and the horribly old. Transitionaries en route to adulthood were, as she discovered, as fragile as glass and no less transparent. It was the thinness of their skin, by which their patience sorely stretched, pulled taut like an E-string a quarter step off-key. Stars to any concerto understand not all finales are grand. She twisted the tuning pins tighter and tighter and found that their pitches grew higher and higher, each pluck in rising action toward symphonic climax, right up to the ear-splitting snap.
Back home, love that once raged a wildfire had slowly burned down to ash, sharp senses and looks and spiky rapport dulling over the decades. Blade edge had returned to stone when a lost lamb rekindled their spark. As a clueless, out of touch, almost insentient rookie to the colosseum of verbal blows, she'd been no match for the incumbent champions, whose tongues like knives let egos bleed. Victory to the darkest spillage. Their creviced, sagging armor and piercing wit had been, like their marriage, forged through trial by fire. And with the newest household member under their wing, the torch would soon pass on.
She didn't know much about him beyond that he was a top contender threatening her gold. And that she’d likely struck another nerve with the way his defenses shattered.
It was a lot, admittedly, the exposition now wafting rot. She didn’t know what to make of these troublemakers, other than fascination. Expectations were low when she first stepped foot, yet somehow the school still failed them. And soon she'd have another case against U.A. if he failed to do his homework.
He couldn't be confused. The students she alluded to were too high profile for him not to follow. Yet words escaped him, a reaction that elicited tighter breaths than had he snapped unapologetically back.
Feeding into her growing unease, as well as their shared theme of unfortunate timing, a pop-up suddenly shamed her for poor storage management. Her audio file self-destructed.
Shit. He was stalling. And he shut off his own phone too. He knew. Oh, he knew exactly what she was talking about.
Meticulously stacked, her house of cards was built for raging storms, but guilty gales met early deaths and whispered weak instead. Silence was the least expected. It brought control, thought, and time for him to drag the tip of the dagger to just the right spot. Dark to the details, she operated only on surface-level understanding of the two skeletons in the closet, and though trivial, there existed some chance the expulsions left scars epidemic, deeper than dermis.
Her phone, now useless, was swiftly stowed, and soles met earth, scooting forward. Quiet ones killed. Figuratively. Literally. Better reposition. Who knows.
She didn't. And neither did he.
Ostensible.
Ominous.
That was not what she wanted to hear. A hero in training shouldn't be saying this shit. If he couldn't separate the trash from the treasure, what then was stopping him indeed? His uncertainty, rather than child-like and lost, rang sinister to ears that, filtering out the good, left her with crackling coals. He too felt temptation's tactile gravity lead him to shadowing backs. Footprints descending toward depravity would find themselves retread.
His second pause made her knuckles whiten over chipped paint and minimally sanded wood, plainly on the edge of her seat, anticipating what he'll do next.
Oh. Not much. A light, almost flustered recoil shook her out of these blackening assumptions that bordered on fantastical. Distrust written all over her face, she feigned ignorance. "Prove what, that you're easy to read? Give it a rest, I'm already well aware."
Something had clicked when she rattled off the school's dirty laundry. It didn't take a genius to put two and two together. Every dart she'd aimed at him had reverberated bullseyes, and her framing of Nick and Maxi just elevated them higher on the pedestals he'd built for them.
She scoffed as he devolved to inelegant blows and undisguised attacks. "At least I don't enjoy being stalked. Can't call me creepy compared to you." She slipped a stray braid back over her shoulder. He was fighting for his life the encroaching urge to tap triplets with open palm, and it showed.
"Please, once I start publishing, your career will be over. I'll have fans falling at my feet when they hear what a shitty hero you make." Clearly foresight wasn't a guiding principle in this field. Pissing off the arbiters of fame and glory meant early retirement for someone whose job hinged on public approval.
And it would take eons before he earned hers.
Knowing when to admit defeat did shave off half a year. He stretched while she collapsed back, adopting the comfort of a boxer cooling down.
Not knowing when to admit defeat tacked on another decade. Her head jerked sideways while her eyes turned to the sky. Still scrabbling at the shards of his cool now splayed no more graciously than a drunkard's bilious relief.
Avidly ignoring the glints of tousled gold weaving gossamer between his fingers, she wordlessly wiped off his weakening acid and pulled herself up to full, innocuous height with a light hop back to her feet.
As soon as he finished fooling no one, he so generously offered a piece of wool that fit perfectly over her eyes. To flee while holding onto last shreds dignity was as difficult as any sales pitch cast cold. He was done, and to be honest, so was she. Though she left him dizzy, he still got away with the earlier uppercut that was keeping his name to himself, and one-way streets in her disfavor weren't to last too long.
If you want something done right, do it yourself.
"As you wish, your majesty." Triple stepping to the end, then reaching into his bag unannounced, she flipped open the front cover and processed handwritten script.
To Ryuu, from your amazing sister.
A soft thud and rustle rendered it closed and returned. "You'll know a prank when you see one." She snatched his request and strode his way.
One grip gave while the other held tight, perfectly timed such that Heidi disappeared the instant his bag hit the pavement.
Speaking of pranks, she couldn't forget the reason she found herself here in the first place. Neither solid nor with shadow, she skulked back to her sack of tricks with the boy's dorm next on queue.
The lights were turning on.
[ exit ]
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notes: aaaand scene! |
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Post by Busty on May 31, 2019 18:44:28 GMT -4
Ryuusei: 360 xp -> 419 (59 xp)
Heidi: 337 xp -> 397 xp (60 xp)
Let's get this bread! Experience all around!
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