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Post by Kenji Murano on Jul 16, 2020 0:20:04 GMT -4
not to be confused with
the fiddler on the roof TESTS OF COURAGE were totally Kenji’s thing. And while most people drew the line at “walking down a spooky darkened hallway” or “watching a horror film immediately before bedtime” (both of which Kenji had already done, thank you very much), Kenji much preferred tests of courage that involved using his quirk. Logically, he knew he wasn’t supposed to, but like… if people couldn’t prove it, he couldn’t get in trouble for it, right?
It all started when Kenji was watching this absolutely archaic anime about ninjas. In this one episode, the sensei ninja was trying to teach his pupils how to control their chakra, and they did this by walking up trees using only their feet.
One ninja-student had perfect control, the girl, but the other two struggled to maintain their hold, either falling from being too weak, or propelling themselves off for being too strong.
This gave Kenji a beautiful, terrible idea.
His own test of strength. His own test of courage.
Using the school building.
Thank god for small favors, he at least had enough wherewithal not to climb the dormitories. As if he needed the reputation of being a pervert, in addition to being a hellion. But… he did not have the good sense to not climb a building.
It was thus that Kenji found himself near one of the lesser-trafficked entrances of the main classroom building, sizing-up his route. A hard vertical face. Bushes underneath to break his fall, if he fell, and an awning just above the first floor in case he couldn’t make it all the way up. There were also plenty of windows through which he could climb, if climbing back down was too strenuous.
It was fool proof.
The first three approaches were made on-foot, and foot alone. But it quickly became apparent that the level of muscular strength needed to walk perpendicular to a wall was… ungodly. After three unceremonious topples into the bushes, after making it no higher than 2 meters, it was time to consider a change of approach.
Maybe if he went at it like Bugman, that American pop-culture comic-book hero!
The fourth approach, Kenji made with his hands and feet as points of contact with the wall, supported only by sticky-sleeves coating the end of each limb.
The ascent was easy. He scaled his way to the first-floor awning without even breaking a sweat. Nice!
“Take that you shitty bushes!” Kenji called to the bushes he’d previously toppled onto, clambering onto the awning so that he could punch the air victoriously with both fists rather than one.
If one looked at him, he still had a few twigs stuck in his hair from his unsuccessful climbs but… who cared! He had at least a partial success!
“I’m gonna get strong enough to walk that totally perpendicular, just you wait,” Kenji said to no one in particular, “By year three, I’m gonna be totally shredded.”
The redhead was so lost in his fantasy, he made no notice of any potential onlookers. Why would he concern himself with onlookers? He hadn’t made it to the roof yet! The climb wasn’t over!
He’d bask in his glory just a little longer, though.
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Post by Taka Yasashi on Jul 21, 2020 2:10:04 GMT -4
Yasashi had always been something of a night-owl, and an early riser. Come to think of it he rarely slept. He wondered sometimes if that was a side effect of his quirk. Not that it mattered, enthusiasm and guts could get him through most of lifes problems, even with lack of sleep. Though he had to admit he would much rather be taking a nap, reading a book, and casting a fishing line than half of the stuff he did these days. But that didn't mean it couldn't be fun! There were ways to derive joy out of just about anything, all you had to do was believe!
So when it came down to his evening patrols, regardless of how spooky or dreary, he liked to experiment with different ways to stay alert and focused on his task while avoiding the depressing bits. It wasn't hard. Usually, he'd maintain a running dialogue between himself and an animated skull, pretending to do classical two-man stand up comedy. It was... passable, but it amused him greatly. His other way of occupying his mind was to pretend he was just out walking a dog. He'd create one of his skeletal dogs, attach a collar and leash, and walk it around while it pranced and looked around for intruders. While he couldn't see what it saw, it did have a sense of sight and would react if it saw something he didn't.
That was how he found Kenji.
It wasn't the sounds of bushes getting crushed-Yasashi was too busy talking to himself, but it was the sudden stop of his dog that drew his eye to see... Kenji. Kenji was what one called a bit of a trouble maker, though Yasashi preferred the phrase "mighty soul with no outlet". The others in the disciplinary committee just called him a gremlin. Yasashi grinned a little and sat down, nodding to his dog to relax while the two of them watched Kenji attempt his ascent over, and over, and over, and over. Yasashi just winced every time Kenji hit the bushes, rubbing his nose a little and resisting the urge to grunt or laugh. Instead, he waited until the boy finally completed his climb with both hands and feet. What spirit! What energy! It was too bad he was getting detention for it.
When Kenji threw his fists up into the air, declaring his intention to the world, Yasashi was just in his line of sight, hand raised and waiving. "Well done! An excellent start to an admirable goal!" Yasashi let out a massive guffaw, "It's too bad you had to break so many rules to do it, mind coming down from there, Kenji-san?" He called, getting to his feet and brushing off his knees. | TAG WORDS NOTES
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Post by Kenji Murano on Jul 25, 2020 15:49:32 GMT -4
not to be confused with
the fiddler on the roof KENJI FLINCHED WHEN A BOOMING VOICE replied to his proclamation, his hazel eyes roving the dark for its source. He could almost discern the outline of Yasashi Taka, one of the Disciplinary Committee’s drones—and therefore one of Kenji Murano’s immediate rivals. The teen slowly lowered his hands, and tucked them timidly into the pockets of his hoodie.
The thing that Kenji really couldn’t stand about Yasashi was that he was so goddamn jolly. Like, you would think that you could cajole your way out of a punishment with a guy like Yasashi, but no—he had, like, “secretly unhinged babysitter” energy. Or “I will fold you like a lawn-chair, all while smiling politely” energy. It was almost worse than the uber-strict, holier-than-thou types.
The teen listened to the merry attempt to convince Kenji to come down, uncharacteristically quiet—that was only because he was formulating.
“I… don’t know what you’re talking about,” the redhead said sweetly, closing his eyes, “I… one minute, I was asleep in my bed, totally cozy—and the next, I was awake, on the roof!”
Despite past failures of cajoling Yasashi, Kenji Murano was still going to try his luck… if for no other reason than to stall while he came-up with a better idea.
“Yasashi, I think I have a sleep-walking problem!” Kenji insisted, placing a hand to his chest, “Or another student is moving me with their mind-powers! We should do something about that.”
He stood upright, clapping a closed fist to the palm of his hand in an “A-ha! Got it!” gesture.
“It… might have even been you,” the boy insisted. He’d been at the Sports Festival, one of thousands in the stands—he knew that Yasashi could lift a tiny person with his bone-powers.
As the youth remained stubbornly on the roof, his gaze swept along the edges of the awning, deciding the best route of egress—he wasn’t that fast, really—nor was he strong. But to come quietly was the act of a coward. He glanced towards the building, over his shoulder and—ah! One story up from the level of the awning, there was a window that someone had left slightly-open. Quick, before Yasashi saw him looking—
Kenji snapped his attention back to Yasashi, took a half-step back from the edge of the awning. Slowly, sloooowlyyyy…
“This is a serious problem that the D.C. should address,” the redhead insisted, “Kidnapping students from the safety of their beds is… sacrilege! Don’t you think?”
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Post by Taka Yasashi on Aug 4, 2020 2:20:01 GMT -4
Yasashi rested his hands on his hips, looking up at Kenji with a raised eyebrow. The young man certainly had a way with words. Yasashi tilted his head to the right, tensing his muscles a little bit and allowing his focus to drift toward the area behind Kenji. He could practically feel the surface of the ground behind Kenji. Yasashi nodded once or twice, his eyes wide; "My goodness! That must be terrifying!" Yasashi played along, slapping his belly; "Well! Nothing a good meal can't-" Kenji decided to push his luck, throwing out yet another audacious claim.
This time it started with a suggestion that he might have sleep-walking syndrome. Quickly followed by baseless accusations of kidnapping. Yasashi raised an eyebrow. His lips held tightly to keep himself from laughing. He knew how much trouble it would be if he was that loud in the middle of the night. Yasashi rubbed the side of his head, trying not to laugh too much. "Kenji-san! You know there are rules against using one's quirk on campus without permission," Yasashi said simply, his beady eyes watching every move Kenji made. He didn't move from his spot though, his expression remaining placid with only a smile. All the while a mass of skeletal hands were forming on the wall behind Kenji.
He had to keep Kenji's attention forward and not let him look behind him for any reason; "Kenji! Why don't we do some meal prep? I can teach you to prepare pancake batter! You like pancakes, right?" He clapped his hands once, delight on his face. He really hoped Kenji would just get down from there and not force him to use, well, force. Yasashi hated having to resort to chasing the boy around, though it happened more often than not. Their antics on the school grounds were apparently on the verge of legendary. Yasashi didn't know how to feel about that. | TAG WORDS NOTES
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Post by Kenji Murano on Sept 1, 2020 1:32:39 GMT -4
LOOK MA, A DISTRACTION! HONESTLY, HE WAS JUST RUNNING his mouth—flagrantly, inarticulately running his mouth. Saying whatever shit came to mind. Perhaps it was a tactic—the more nonsensical his rambling, the less likely Yasashi was to pay attention to what Kenji was doing… right? But assuming any forethought on the redhead’s part was… generous. He was not subtle, not even remotely.
Movement tickled at the corner of his eyes… Kenji glimpsed back again… hands. Skeleton-hands. A sneak attack. Ohohoooo~ now this… this was a test of courage! A real game! A delight!
Kenji snapped back to attention, mirroring Yasashi’s placid smile.
“Pancakes?!” he exclaimed, as if he were bought by the offer. Cooking was for chicks, honestly—probably explained why he never ate well as a kid—Mom was never around. But, for the sake of feigned cluelessness, “Hell yeah, I love pancakes! I’ll get the ingredients!”
And with that, the spry redhead turned hastily from the edge of the roof, his rubber-soled shoes smacking against the roof as he bolted for the wall. Come quietly? Make pancakes? Oh no no. No sir! Silently calling upon your skeleton hands was a declaration of war! It was on!
Kenji charged towards the wall, near which the skeleton hands were sprouting—but when he reached the wall, the teen leapt wildly, as if running a qualifying sprint for the high-jump. Mid-air, pink sticky-sleeves illumed around his hands and feet—and then-- *sproing!* Rather like a frog, the teen was on the wall.
No time to rejoice—Kenji scrabbled upwards, towards the open window, engaging and then releasing sticky discs as he scaled upwards.
If Kenji was successful, he’d disengage the sticky-discs once he was at the window, hoisting himself through the window with his knobby arms before spilling into the darkened hallway. He would quickly scrabble to his feet, panting from exertion as he stood to survey the scene outside. Would Yasashi follow? Give chase? Or was the thrill of the game only temporary?
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Post by Taka Yasashi on Sept 1, 2020 15:17:08 GMT -4
[attr="class","oneword1"] [attr="class","fromyou1"] @name Lets have ourselves a little fun~
BA HA HA HA HA HA!
[attr="class","itsover2"]Yasashi's eyes narrowed just a little when he saw Kenji shifting a little. Was he trying to see behind him? Had he been had? He tilted his head forward and broke into a wider smile, about to offer to make him a set of stairs when Kenji burst into motion. Yasashi's eyes widened and his mouth fell open. He clapped a hand on his face and frowned. This kid. He broke into a wild smile and tensed his leg muscles, crouching down while the skeleton hands grasped fruitlessly at the red haired greased pig of a student. A challenge then! Ho ho! Lets go!
Yasashi tapped his earpiece; "This is Taka Yasashi in pursuit of Kenji Murano, unauthorized quirk use and scaling school buildings," Yasashi said aloud, "Preparing to use my quirk to pursue;" He kicked off the ground, hurling himself into the air and landing on the ledge that Kenji had just lept away from. He steadied himself and gestured toward the wall. A black-metal ladder formed just beneath the opening that Kenji had run through. Yasashi charged up the ladder, teeth bared and a wild almost excited expression on his face.
"OUUUHHH! KENJIIIIIII!" He roared, laughing, as he stormed up concentrating on the mental image of his skeletal dogs. It would take a moment to form them but they'd be faster than him inside a tight space like the inside of a building. He was only a few moments behind Kenji when he too spilled into the hallway; forming the skeletal dogs and sending them to run down the hall, seeking anything that moved.
"Kenji! Where are you?!" He bellowed, "You know you aren't allowed to be in the main building after hours, my friend!" He called, holding his hands over his mouth to project his voice, not that he needed to, his voice was loud enough.
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Post by Kenji Murano on Sept 12, 2020 16:27:42 GMT -4
nyoooooom! THE REDHEAD GLANCED OVER HIS SHOULDER, and saw, for only a moment, Yasashi sailing onto the awning as if he were half-frog. No time to waste—Slippery Sleeves were donned around the child’s feet, and he skated away from the open window at a fraction of his full speed, before slipping around the corner at the far end of the hall. Even if he dipped out of sight, the faint blue glow of his Slippery Sleeves might give him away, to the well-trained eye.
Yasashi’s shout brought a wild grin to the redhead’s face. Even if he was in trouble, Yasashi Taka was still laughing. And if both of them were still having fun… well, to step-down would be an act of cowardice, wouldn’t it?
“I’m also not supposed to use my quirk!” Kenji called back jubilantly, punching the air with his fist, “Come on, Taka-senpai! Come get me!”
And, knowing better than to wait and get gotten by the white-haired youth, Kenji would immediately duck out of sight again, starting to skate down the hall. His pace would begin leisurely (for Kenji, anyways) until the eventual appearance of either Yasashi or his dogs, at which point Kenji would pick-up the pace, charging down the straightaway.
As he moved, his mind would race for next moves—his stamina was limited, which meant planning when and where to take a break. And though a good game of chase was fun, he didn’t want to overexert himself and puke all over. That’d suck big time. The teen skated towards the stairwell before disengaging the slippery discs.
“Where’s the kitchen again?” he shouted back down the hall. “Sure I can find it if I go fast enough, but then I have to check every door!”
Every door that, realistically, would likely be locked. Maybe he’d test a few?
Kenji pounded down the stairs half-blind in the din, wheeling around the corner, before re-engaging his slippery discs once again and taking-off down hall below.
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Post by Rosey on Oct 8, 2020 3:31:07 GMT -4
Kenji has 118 exp and gained 15 exp.
Yasashi has 248 exp and gained 10 exp.
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