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Post by Daimon Darren on May 2, 2019 20:02:13 GMT -4
Darren’s day started surprisingly early for a lazy-ass delinquent of his nature. It had not always been the case -- far from it -- but now Darren woke up at 6:30AM, like a nerd, to go run an hour in the mornings, take a shower, grab a large brekkie and get ready in time for homeroom at 8:30, which he no longer missed or was late to, to Junko’s equal delight and despair.
The day of school went by lazily, as went most days of school in the lives of high school students everywhere, from math class with Armadillo-sensei (Darren could never remember his real name), literature with Switch-sensei, biology with Nimue-sensei, who was also the nurse, and more boring shit until lunch. In the afternoon was when the real fun started, because in the afternoon they had Heroics.
Most students were pretty tired after a session of heroics class, especially if they had P.E. with the principal the same day, but Darren was an electric battery. Well, his quirk didn’t involve electricity (despite the sparks), but you get the idea: he still had plenty of energy left, which he was gonna burn in the martial arts room, as today was not a rest day. On the advice of the principal, he was following a strict schedule of rest -- he had problems with overwork in the past.
In a word, Darren was someone who took their training very seriously. That was about the only thing he took seriously, though.
Nonetheless, he entered his martial arts room with a pep in his step and a sportsbag on the shoulder, dressed only in the shirt and pants of his UA uniform -- with the summer warmth coming back to Japan, his uniform jacket wouldn’t be seen for the next six months -- and of course, no tie. He headed for the locker room but stopped in front of it.
Next to the wall, against the door, rested a pair of swords.
The delinquent set down his back and examined them curiously, with little regard for personal property: he just sat on the bench next to them, grabbed one, pulled it out of its sheath, and critically examined the blade with the serious look of a complete amateur. He noticed the kanji for “love.” He then decided to examine the second blade, and of course, it had the kanji for “hate.” The door opened behind him, so he exclaimed out loud:
“Man, what kinda chuuni-ass name is ‘love & hate’?”
He would turn his head a second later, but even a full year of attending UA hadn’t quite prepared him for the face he was about to see.
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Post by Daisuke Ishino on May 2, 2019 20:49:50 GMT -4
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Green. Everything was green. Daisuke Ishino might have described his vision as being akin to an arcade game from the (nineteen) seventies, had he known of such things. To him the world was a blend of vaguely detailed green shapes that faded into blackness only twelve metres ahead of him, new shapes filling in and old shapes culling out as he advanced forward. Growing up with such unusual vision had caused him to explore the world around him very liberally with his hands. He did so without even thinking about it, always hunched over, hands grasping around and feeling everything they came across. It was in this manner he made his way to what he hoped was the locker room. He liked to think he had gotten good at remembering directions and the paths to places he had previously gone, but he could never be certain. His reason for heading that way was simple: his beloved blades ‘Love and Hate’ were in the locker room. Daisuke’s need to fight was an ever-present thing, usually kept to a dull burn, but sometimes it swelled to a full on raging inferno he had to let out no matter what. Heroics training tended to trigger this firestorm within him, and even though the day’s lessons were over, the embers had not yet fizzled out. Finally, he came to a door and his hands grasped around the handle. He swung open the door to be greeted by the square shapes of lockers – and one very human shape holding two familiar sword shapes. Daisuke could not hold back the protective, possessive growl that left his throat. “Those are mine.” ▲
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Post by Daimon Darren on May 2, 2019 21:16:16 GMT -4
“Holy hell on a shit sandwich,” exclaimed Darren as he swung his head and came to face with a horned triangle of a head, shaped like a cut from a cheese wheel -- he made very stupid comparisons. Its mouth was huge, like a shark’s, white and metallic grey with red streaks that made it look like a creature straight from hell. Sure, there was weird shit abound at Yuuei between its goatmen and its insect girls, but those were “real” things. They looked like things that existed in nature. Daisuke’s head, however, looked like a cheese wedge from hell.
It took even Darren a second to compose himself and process the answer the talking cheese wedge gave him. Did he even have eyes? Were those the beady kind that you couldn’t see? “Ah, uh, okay. It’s still a chuuni-ass name,” he finally managed to say, sheathing the blade and handing it to mister cheese wedge. “Why love and hate?”
Past the initial surprise, Darren quickly became Darren again. Unsettling and disturbing quirks were not all that uncommon, and even if that one score many uncanny valley points on the scale of creepy and otherworldly, he had seen about as bad in his time at the school, though to be entirely honest, he couldn’t think of anyone else who looked more jarring than whoever was standing in front of him.
Right, a name. Even talking cheese wedges have names. “I’m guessing you’re a newbie if I never seen your ass before. I’m Daimon Darren, nice to meet ya,” he said, standing up, holding his hand out for a handshake, immediately wondering what kind of hands did this guy have. Were they triangular too? “If them’s your toys and you’re here, I’m guessing you’re here for the martial arts club,” he continues, not sure about which point of Daisuke’s face he should focus on. Was it rude if he stared at the horn? Was it like staring at someone’s nose? Could he even see him stare? So many questions pressed themselves at the doors of Darren’s mind, each dumber than the previous one, walking over each other trying to get out and into the open.
He did his best to contain them. “Well, I’m the prez. You can train here anytime, though if you’re a sword dude, you should hit up Tetsuko. You’ll recognize her, grey hair, talking all polite and shit, walking like she has a stick stuck up her ass… But good with a sword.” Curiosity had now completely replaced his initial surprise, and he wondered how wedgehead even fought. “Though if you want to learn some punchin’ n’ kickin’, I ain’t saying no.”
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Post by Daisuke Ishino on May 2, 2019 22:00:16 GMT -4
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Those were Daisuke’s blades. His possessions, his treasures. Now, Daisuke was a former thief, and he was not hypocritical enough to think his items could not be taken: he only thought no one could take them without a fight. That was how he had been raised. You fought to protect what you owned and take what you needed. It was as simple as that. Before he could ready himself to pounce, however, the human-shape simply handed the blades back to him. Daisuke slowly let the tension in his body go and took hold of them. His head tilted as he looked the human-shape up and down: the mess of points and spikes atop his head was easily the most identifiable aspect of him. That was probably hair. Probably. One could never be sure in the world they lived in. As for why Daisuke’s blades were christened ‘Love and Hate’... “Two eternal forces, always opposed and yet dependent on each other. Together they are the driving forces behind life and death.” He shrugged his shoulders. “That’s what the man who gave me them said.” And he did not see a need to elaborate beyond that. The human-shape then decided to introduce himself as ‘Daimon Darren’ and extended a hand. Daisuke stared at the hand for a good solid second or two (which to Darren will have just looked like he froze) before he remembered it was customary to shake hands among city-folk, for reasons he did not really understand. He raised his own hand, which was fairly normal-looking if one could ignore the state of his skin, which was no better than the rest of his body. “Daisuke.” After another moment he remembered he had a family name now, courtesy of the police officer whose custody he had been taken into: “Ishino Daisuke.” He closed his hand around Darren’s and proceeded to try and shake it from side to side. That was how such customs worked, yes? Regardless, he let go again and tilted his head as Darren talked on. “I wasn’t here for any club,” he answered. “Just to fight. It’s what I do. It’s what I am.” The description of this ‘Tetsuko’ girl made him shake his head. “I don’t know ‘grey’. There is only green.” ▲
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Post by Daimon Darren on May 3, 2019 16:08:55 GMT -4
There was something creepy about the way that Daisuke boy carried himself, though well, it was really no fault of his own. His blindness and the radar sense that replaced his sight made the way it “looked” at him feel odd and disturbing even to the likes of Darren. His quirk made his appearance so far removed from anything that people would consider “of this world” that it gave the impression you were speaking to an alien. An alien who spoke perfect Japanese.
Still, Darren was Darren, and even when faced with a disturbing presence he was true to his shit-talking ways. “Right. As I said, it’s chuuni as fuck,” he bluntly answered to the boy’s explanation of the names of his blades. “Why don’t you sword dudes give em’ funny names instead? Like, I don’t know, Choppy Bob?”
He wasn’t sure if he could see it, but Darren had a really stupid smile on his face. The other boy introduced himself a la James Bond, Ishino Daisuke. It took him a couple of second to find his hand, apparently. His skin felt leathery, like he was shaking a shark’s hand. It reminded him briefly of the sharkman, so for half a second Darren squeezed the hand tighter. Well, if what wedgeboi said next was true, he was probably used to crushing handshakes from other delinquents anyway.
“A fighter, eh? That’s what you do? Then you’re in the right place. You do know what martial arts are, right?” What he said in answer to his comments about Tetsuko raised his curiosity, however. “Whachu mean ‘only green’? Do you not see other colors? Actually, fuck it, imma ask, how do you even see with that, uh, head of yours? No offense.”
He really didn’t mean any offense, though he’d understand if some was taken -- but not care. Sating his curiosity was more important. Why, if he was a fighter, than surely he’d have endured shit talking worse than a question about his head, right?
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Post by Daisuke Ishino on May 6, 2019 13:29:21 GMT -4
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Daisuke tilted his head. This ‘Darren’ individual certainly liked to loudly talk about a load of nothing. Despite this seemingly jovial and carefree nature, however, Daisuke felt the other teen’s grip tighten long enough for him to bare his teeth, but then it was gone. What the hell was that about? He did not get chance to ask before Darren was filling his head with questions again. He growled a little upon being struck by such a fast barrage of them. “Yes, I’m a fighter. Why else would I be here? They said this is a school for fighters like me.” And it was a much better option than juvenile hall, though he did not feel like going into that right that moment. “And I see as all the great steel beasts of the sky see.” He raised a finger to his horn and gently tapped it a few times. “With this and the radar signals it emits. I am as they are in almost every single way.” To emphasise this point he allowed his wings to grow to their true size and extent outwards. Fully formed, they looked just like the wings of the great fighter jets Daisuke was told his mutation took after. Somehow. He had never questioned it, but it seemed even at UA people did. So much for his hopes UA would be different... ▲
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Post by Daimon Darren on May 7, 2019 0:39:46 GMT -4
Right, even that dude’s teeth were alien. Actually, maybe they weren’t, because they really reminded them of a shark. He replied by showing his own teeth, though he did it with the large grin of someone who didn’t really felt threatened by it.
To add to his explanation of how he could see with his horn and that he was ‘like the great steel beasts of the sky’, whatever the fuck those were, he deployed wings like a jet to the ooh and aahs of a curious Darren, who immediately started circling his new victim friend, examining the wings under every angle, even poking at the tip of one to see if Daisuke felt it. Right, that kind of steel beasts of the sky.
“Right, right, this is a school for fighters, yes, and you’re here in the martial arts club. The place for fighting. Wait, can you read signs with your radar thing?” He scratched his chin and continued to wonder out loud. “Do they even have the signs in braille? I never even paid attention to that shit. Uh. Well, if they aren’t, text the principal. Wait, do they even make phones for you?”
The assault of questions on poor Daisuke showed no signs of relenting.
“Right, so you’re a fighter jet dude -- wait, I see what you did here, you’re a fighter, and also a fighter jet. Nice. Anyway. I don’t know if you noticed, but we have a bunch of bokkens in the rack next to the tatami, you don’t need your chuuni sword, you can leave them in your locker. Actually, you probably should, I don’t think we can carry weapons outside of class. Anyway.” He was saying ‘anyway’ a lot. He was getting side-tracked a lot. “I guess Tetsu’s the one who can really teach you stuff, but how about you show me what you can do, Mr. Great Big Steel Dick Fighter?”
On those wise words, he headed for the rack and tossed the grey-skinned chuuni a pair of bokken roughly the size of his swords, only wondering if he could even catch things tossed at him after the tossing had been done, and headed for the tatami. For a change, he had decided to grab a bo staff himself; he wasn’t a complete beginner with them by virtue of wushu, karate and a number of martial arts in the past considering the practice of the ‘grandfather of all weapons’ essential to the mastery of even unarmed combat, and he was tired of jabbing and hooking and kicking the newbies. He figured it would be a fun change to smack em instead.
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Post by Daisuke Ishino on May 15, 2019 20:02:22 GMT -4
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Daisuke huffed in clear annoyance. What was it about him that attracted only the most talkative and nosy of his peers? First it had been the prying class president with his flowery words and book, now it was Darren with his endless torrent of questions. “No, I can’t read signs without Braille,” Daisuke did his best to answer, though he could feel an irritated burning in his body that grew the more his patience rapidly thinned. His wings twitched away as Darren tried to touch them. “And my phone is voice-activated.” He frowned a deep frown when Darren referred to him as a fighter jet. “Yes, what other steel beasts of the sky are there?” He had thought what he had been referring to should have been clear enough, but apparently not. At last, however, Darren mentioned something that made him perk up with interest: the presence of bokken, wooden training swords, on a nearby rack. Now his previously blank and empty face broke into a wide grin of shark-like teeth that was predatory in every way. He never turned down a challenge, not from anyone, no matter what the kind. “Finally you speak some sense. You’re on, then.” He regretted having to once again part with Love and Hate, particularly after he had gone all that way to retrieve them, but he supposed there was some truth in what Darren said about not being supposed to carry them outside of class. He caught the two bokken Darren tossed him, one in each hand. He folded his wings again and let them shrink down before he followed Darren to the tatami and took his place on the opposite side, assuming a battle ready stance. He wondered if anyone else in the first year had clashed with a second year yet. Eagerness to prove himself to his senior surged within him. He would teach this second year, and all second years, not to underestimate him because he was new. (Not to mention he was going to have fun venting his annoyance on him). ▲
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Post by Daimon Darren on May 21, 2019 20:19:50 GMT -4
“Oooooh,” Darren exclaimed when the wing retracted itself when he tried to touch it like the nosy bastard he was. He had seen his fair share of weird quirks, but this one really took the cake and ran away with it.
He already wasn’t paying attention to Daisuke’s answer to his own question and was on to the tatami and the fight stuff which was the first thing the two boys agreed on in this exchange. Cheesehead took the challenge immediately, without hesitation, with a wide grin that read like he was itching for it -- though, well, one could never be sure of any read on a face such as this. As far as he knew, maybe all of Daisuke’s smiles looked like bloodthirsty grins.
However this blindsense thing of his worked, it worked; he proved it catching the two swords out of mid-air and assuming a stance. Though he wasn’t sure if Daisuke could sense that, he was already examining it with a critical eye. It was a good stance, but it was certainly not anything advanced. The grey boy carried himself with the confidence of someone who had won fights, but the martial arts president was already half-seeing blurry lines through his guard.
Darren did a fancy twirl with his staff left and right before assuming a sideways stance, holding the staff like a lance. Sure enough, using weapons wasn’t his usual style, but he had some familiarity with them nonetheless; they were an integral part of kung-fu and karate, and bokkens and bo staves were readily available and used among delinquents. “I’d say something like ‘go first, you’re the blind guy’, but that ain’t really my style.” Immediately after pronouncing these words, he lunged forward for a swing to the side of the head followed by a sweep to the legs, using the full length of the staff to stay out of range of the swords. He didn’t swing at full strength, but enough to make his opponent feel the burn should he get hit. And for now, no quirk was involved… Yet.
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Post by Daisuke Ishino on Jun 23, 2019 20:45:20 GMT -4
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Oh shit, this guy is actually good.So was Daisuke’s immediate thought as Darren moved with lightning efficiency, wielding the staff as though it were practically an extension of his body. Which Daisuke honestly should have expected given Darren was a second year with a ton of experience under his belt while he was a lowly first year beginner. He had to move fast to deflect the attempted swing at his head with one sword and the attempt on his legs with the other, just managing to accomplish both. The thrusters moulded into his legs activated in a series of brief spurts that carried him up and back a handful of steps. This gave him enough distance to compose himself again. A wide and very shark-like grin spread across his unusual face. “Now this is more like it!” he declared with all the enthusiasm of someone who had just won a jackpot. “This is the kind of thing I came to this place for!” Even if he lost here, as he was likely to do, he would learn something and gain someone to aspire to defeat one day. The heavily mutated teen let out a laugh that to Darren’s ears probably sounded like something out of a horror film. He threw himself at Darren while spinning around with his blades like more of a helicopte than the plane he was supposed to be. ▲
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Post by Daimon Darren on Jun 23, 2019 21:16:02 GMT -4
The chuuni shark-plane-eva-monster-thing managed to parry both whacks of the staff with his twin swords, showing natural if raw skill with the blades, and more importantly showed more than a little speed when he activated the thrusters under his feet for a quick backstep. “That’s so fucking cool,” commented Darren with the brute honesty of a ten years old. And then, Daisuke smiled.
Waaah, this dude looks creepy as hell. I guess he wouldn’t see it, he thought. The kid’s toothy grin was more than a little disturbing indeed, twins rows of teeth reminiscent of a shark -- reminding him of the sharkman encounter, where he saw people die with his own two eyes. The clinical psychopath wasn’t one to be affected much by such sights, but his preservation instincts couldn’t help to flare at the similarities.
Still, it wasn’t really his fault, and more importantly, this smile betrayed something that Daisuke only confirmed with his words: he was a fighter, and one who fought for the hell of it, as he had been when he first joined the school. Darren answered with his own grin, remembered that his opponent probably couldn’t see it, and answered with his voice instead: “You came to the right place, then. Stick around here and you’re gonna become more of a fighter than you would have ever dreamed to be.” He readjusted his stance, swung his staff back into a guard. “Let me warn you, it comes at the price of eating a lot of shit.”
Mansharkplane answered with a terrifying laugh from beyond the grave -- it sounded so at least -- and hurled himself at him like a tornado, twin bokkens spinning like a top, easy to replace with real, steel-forged, actually cutting katanas, like the chuuniesque Love and Hate. A powerful but dangerous attack, powered by turboreaction, which could hurt both target and surrounding civilians. In a word, an attack unsuited for a hero, but tailor-made for a violent brawler. The kind of attacks Darren used to make.
As an answer, he switched to a high guard, stepped forward, slowly at first, but quickly breaking into a run, charging calmly into danger with that high guard. Suddenly, as he was still a couple step away from the range of his staff, he suddenly planted it down into the tatami. The staff bent; he jumped aided by the swing and a faint blue spark, the smallest of activations of Autokinesis. He was never fully able to restrain its use when pulling off acrobatic maneuvers; the use of one quirk’s was instinctive, as instinctive as it was for Daisuke to fire his thrusters. Leaping over the spinning top, away from the spinning bokkens where it was safe, he delivered an axe kick from above strong enough to break a wooden board, but with technique that betrayed his ability to put far more power behind the attack, taunting Daisuke with the calmness of his voice as he was executing those complicated moves with ease.
“So? What do you think of your senpais now, jet boy?”
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Post by Daisuke Ishino on Jul 7, 2019 18:37:03 GMT -4
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‘Risk’ might as well have been Daisuke’s middle name. The mutated boy had no notion of control, nor of restraint nor of calculations. He just plunged right in there, every bit the wild and violent hell-beast from beyond normality he resembled. Someone with a more tactical mind might have avoided going straight for the spinning manoeuvre, all too aware of how reckless it was, but not he. Not the Interceptor. As a result he left himself wide open to Darren’s axe-kick and was struck full on. He grunted and staggered forward, quickly using one of his bokkens to stop himself from stumbling flat on his face (or lack thereof). But did he become angry? Did he snarl and spit and snap in embarrassed fury at being bested and the pain that now coursed through him? No; he merely laughed again, though made no kind of answer beyond this. Ignoring the pain as best he could, his thrusters once more ignited and carried him upwards into their air at an impressive speed. This time his wings burst out to their fullest extent. Like some kind of pterodactyl he arched around and dived down towards Darren, folding his wings back to increase the speed of his dive. He raised one bokken as if he were about to thrust it forward – and then at the last second struck out with the other bokken instead. A classic feint, but hopefully its effectiveness was improved by his speed. ▲
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Post by Daimon Darren on Jul 7, 2019 20:07:51 GMT -4
All the answer Darren got to his provocations was another one of these bone-chilling laughs from beyond the grave. And as much as he prided himself on his impassibility, coolness under pressure and immunity to the fear factor, there was something about the frequency of the laughter and the twisted shape of his smile that evoked a primal terror, inscribed in the human genes from before they even walked on two legs. A bead of sweat couldn’t help but roll off Darren’s brow as he receptionned himself after his stunt, gracefully landing on both feet with the softness of a feather, and more importantly, striking up a guard immediately.
And not a moment too late, for Daisuke, unperturbed by the axe kick he received just earlier, came back charging, or, in his case, diving. The thrust of his engines was one thing, but the spread of his mighty steel wings painted the third cue of primal terror in the delinquent’s brain; death from above, the great rapacious birds, flying predators since immemorial times. And one was just diving right now at the hairless monkey that was Darren.
Hairless he might be. A monkey, close enough. But defenseless, certainly not. The dive had caught him a little by surprise, and Daisuke’s appearance had unsteadied Darren just enough that he started making a move to counter the feinted thrust before he realized the trick. It would be too late, however, to change the direction of the staff’s rotation and parry the strike with human hands.
With quirked hands, however, it was a different matter.
This second crackle of blue sparks was Darren’s way of acknowledging Daisuke’s strength, and with simultaneous activations in both hands, the delinquent managed to rotate his staff in time to parry the second thrust, though just barely. The jet boy’s speed was impressive indeed, and against anyone else, probably enough to land a hit. Unfortunately -- or fortunately, depending on your point of view -- Daisuke hadn’t stumbled on just anyone in the UA Martial Arts Club; he had stumbled on their president, and the fastest student in the whole school. He followed the parry with a quick sidestep and a downward thrust on his opponent’s landing area, hoping to catch him on the recovery; the grin on his face was widening to match Daisuke’s in eagerness and ferocity.
Or attempt to, at least.
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