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Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2020 0:24:14 GMT -4
She rested her head on Desmoshi's shoulder. Maybe he was right. Maybe Niji needed to learn to move forward from the pain and tragedy that has been haunting her for most of her life. She had Jeeves and Chereka. She had friends. She had Desmoshi. She had a life. And she needed to keep living for her father's sake. For his sacrifice in a world that was dark and bleak. She needed to be a light that her father wanted her to be. And her friends wanted her to continue their legacy. Through her songs and her music. She needed to press forward and sing from the soul again. Like she used to. But was she able to get back to that place?
"But how do you move forward, Desmoshi?" Niji asked. "How do you accept the pain of everything that you have lost? Everyone kept telling me it wasn't my fault. That everything would be okay. But I feel like..." She cut off from her statement, taking her head off her boyfriend's shoulder. "I can't help to feel that this was my fault. I had the power to protect my father and friends. And I was unable to do it. And sometimes I feel... weak. I thought talking to Honey would help, which it did. But I can't shake away from how I feel. It's still there."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2020 1:05:46 GMT -4
Desmoshi looked at his girlfriend. The feeling of having power and still unable to change anything. That's how he felt with Ikari. He felt powerless at times if he could really help him. Sometimes, he felt powerless to help with anything that was happening. He came back to Musutafu being wrecked again due to a zombie attack, feeling bad for not being there. And after all the work it took to help with the rebuild the first time. Now he would have to do again.
"Niji," Desmoshi started, "not being able to have power or use it does not make you weak or useless. That night you couldn't protect your friends or your father because you were unable to use your powers fully and being young. That doesn't make you weak. That gives you a purpose. It shows what you have to do next time to be able to protect people." Desmoshi sat back in his comfy chair. "Think of it this way. UA will teach you how to use your quirk better. So that way, no one else will have to go through what you went through. That's how you move forward. Doing and making positive changes in your friends' and father's memory. On your own will."
Desmoshi hoped his words were enough for now. He knew it didn't resolve everything. But at least it would let Niji see that she wasn't alone to strive towards her goals alone. As long she had a purpose.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2020 1:29:02 GMT -4
Niji took her boyfriend's words to heart. A purpose that would carry her forward. A reason to be a hero. She wanted to protect those who couldn't protect themselves. She wanted to make tech to support those who needed help. And she wanted to do all that with Desmoshi at her side. With him, she didn't feel so alone. She put her head on his shoulder slowly closing her eyes. She felt safe and secure with him. Even with all she lost and everything she could have suffered, she gained so much. "Thank you for being with me," she said with a smile as she drifted off slowly to sleep. Desmoshi smiled as he closed his eyes. They still had a ways to go, but a nice nap wouldn't hurt too much. He will be there for Niji through thick and thin. He put on some headphones and turn on his music on low. He slowly closed his eyes, the conversations, and the happiness of the students slowly lulling him to sleep. He was happy to finally get a break from all the chaos of the real world and be with people he cared about. Especially Niji he didn't know where he was going, but as long as he had her, everything was going to be just fine. |
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Post by Melody Miro on Aug 30, 2020 2:03:40 GMT -4
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Melody began to panic, WAIT CHARLIE SLOW DOWN "no wait i!" she said stuttering like a fool too which did nothing to help the situation. "I was gonna ask if you wanted to listen to music with me!" she said as her face became a bit red that Charlie began to freak out on her. Melody shyly offered her an one of the wireless headphones "I was thinking we could find out what kind of music we both like? If you don't want to though it's ok." she said as she put in her own headphone and began to play music. Melody was scrolling through her phone, before she saw a song she recently covered for her utube channel. Still thoroughly enjoying the song she played it however she hadn't noticed something. She accidentally pressed the version she recorded of HERSELF singing. Melody was stunned while the first few seconds of the song played. [break] [break]
She slowly turned her head to charlie and tried to grab the earpod out of her ear but she couldn't reach before falling over on charlie instead. "NO WAIT STOP LISTENING THIS ISNT WHAT I-" was all she managed to say before she was on top of charlie as she had to try and climb the metaphorical green bean giant. Her face was as red as a tomato, she had sung in front of crowds before so she wasnt really all that shy about singing but it made her shy when it was someone close to her! She gave up on trying to climb charlie the mountain. It made her uncomfortable to have charlie listen to her singing...but she knew she had to get over it so eventually she calmed down and gathered her composure. "Sorry..I clicked the wrong one and panicked. I'll pick the right one instead." she said as she pulled up her phone and paused the song while she scrolled through the phone. Completely forgetting that with the quick press of the earbud charlie could resume the song, or just grab the phone altogether since melody was in her own head.[attr="class","addy"] addy |
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Post by Alisa Vollan on Aug 30, 2020 13:58:34 GMT -4
"Myyy~... Overshadowed hmm~? You really seem to have quite the poor impression of yourself, hmm, miss Belucci...?", teased the sculptress, winking back playfully at her marvellous new student who seemed so dreadfully attuned to Alisa's own breed of mischief, not really shy about teasing her in turn for her boldness and rather surprising show of modesty, enough to leave the sculptress' brow raised as she folded her arms under her chest.
Alisa had to admit... Though she was hardly the most experienced teacher, not in all her years had she ever had a student approaching her as such. At any other time she might have wondered what ulterior motives the girl might have for buttering up her teacher, but, right here. She could simply lay back and enjoy the company, taking a good, long sip of the beer Mia so graciously offered her as a lone golden droplet trickled down the corner of her mouth, dripping off her chin onto that plush valley of her cleavage. Even as she relished the refreshing taste flowing down her throat, the vain artist basked in the endless flood of praise from her student's lips all the more so:
"Well, I can assure, my words are no more than God's honest truth~", she teased, raising her palm idly, before bringing it over her mouth as she chuckled, looking deeply into those amazing eyes of amber, taking in their shimmering hues as her plush pink lips widened into a delighted smile. Even letting her gaze wash down in visibly appreciation of the girl's taste for fashion and the fine form adorned before looking playfully into her eyes and rose an eyebrow, "...Walking up to a teacher you've only just met, looking that stunning... One might be liable to assume you to be fishing for praise~"
How could Alisa help herself from teasing her a little bit, winking playfully in turn. She had to admit, Bianca certainly had impeccable taste in oh so many ways, she knew how to make the most of the beauty she'd been blessed by, and most importantly... She knew fully well that she had it.
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Post by Kenji Murano on Aug 30, 2020 14:21:53 GMT -4
NO BRAKES ON
THE CRAZY TRAIN KENJI'S PHONE REVERBERATED MINUTES AFTER he sent the text, Monty’s message lighting-up the screen. The redhead unlocked his phone, skimming the message before smiling privately to himself. What as it with Monty thinking so little of himself? Didn’t think Kenji wanted to sit with him? Didn’t think he was cool? Why the fuck not? Okay, so maybe he was more “cute” than “cool”, but he was definitely cool too.
<< I’d like that, >> he typed simply. God, he could practically hear his heartbeat in his ears, << And uh… the fact that you can see the guy in sunglasses is scientific proof you’re cool. (⌐▨_▨) Only cool guys can see him. >>
As soon as the redhead pressed [SEND], Amare’s voice pried Kenji’s attention from his phone. Oh, he was back? The redhead arched a delicate eyebrow. He said he was leaving. But when he saw the other first year’s cheeky grin, the redhead smirked back.
“In my defense, you abandoned me,” Kenji spurned the other youth, closing his eyes in feigned indignation. Had Kenji known the meaning of the word “protégé” he might’ve had a retort about that, too. As it were, he didn’t know the word.
Yasashi’s booming response was met with even more confusion on the redhead’s part. He wanted Kenji to come over? And meet his dad?? Because they were similar? It was difficult for a youth who viewed Yasashi as “the fun-sucker who sucked the fun out of everything” as someone who wanted to spend time with them. Had Kenji been in Yasashi’s position, Kenji would have been eager to get as far away as he could from the redhead.
“I’m not that quiet,” the teen corrected, clearly confused. He really wasn't-- he just didn't know how to talk to Yasashi specifically, “But… sounds fun. I’ll take you up on that some time.”
Even Kenji wasn’t too convinced by his lie.
“I honestly have no idea.”
It was too much for his brain to handle—Kenji had been abandoned by his crush, and taken under the wing of his rival, all in the same train ride. Nothing made sense anymore.
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Post by Bianca Bellucci on Aug 30, 2020 14:36:28 GMT -4
She stole my heart by showing me nothing more than her smile “Heeheehee, perhaps~?” Giving a little giggle and then pouting in a manner that was perhaps not her most convincing, while Miss Bellucci was usually the type who could show enough mischievous spirit and perfect presentation in order to show sincerity in even the slyest little act of deception, it seemed that her delight at speaking with the dark dish before her was seeming to pull out a more earnest side to her that she did not recognise or expect in that moment. “Though I’m sure being told how pretty I really am by a woman as glamorous as you might just help with my obvious low self-esteem~?” As such only capable of conveying her various little acts of playfulness in a manner that seemed to be coy and let’s face it rather disingenuous to tell the truth, though she pursed her lips and batted her lashes as she bade for Alisa to bathe her in affection and attention the shrewd soul would be able to tell from both the pitch of her voice and the curve of her mouth that she was being completely deceitful right now, and was ultimately and perhaps immaturely happy to bask and show off for a woman who was becoming more and more intoxicating with each phrase they exchanged. “Oh heavens, have I been caught out~?” The duplicity of the dazzling diva continuing when it seemed that her little jig was indeed very much up in the eyes of the ebony empress, Bianca made no effort to hide the fact that she had simply been cloying for compliments from this stunning sable siren, and seemed to smile like the cat who had gotten the cream even as she was called out by this wonder of a woman, and licked her lips as she smiled as a result. Ultimately overjoyed to note the simple fact that even on a train as busy as this she had readily seemed to reap the solitary focus of the prettiest girl aboard for a little while now, that was the real victory and anything else was like dessert to the most delicious meal she had eaten in a while. “Well, while it is wonderful to hear nice things about oneself at any time, the real joy is listening to that honey sweet tone of yours~!” Maintaining her confidence because of that and the presence of a saucy little wink that might just have shot her heart into the stratosphere, even though she freely admitted the fact that she had been seeking the attention of this fantastic Frenchwoman with little issue Miss Bellucci grinned as she did so, and even used the opportunity to continue showering this heavenly heroine in praise with a reckless disregard for who was listening. “Haven’t you noticed the keen level of attention I show in my language lessons~?” Tilting her head once she had done so and even being so cheeky now as to fish for a little more indulgent information for someone she privately idolized as she asked about the classes they had shared, in all honesty the gambit of the girl was more to do with learning just how much she herself had caught the eye of her teacher than the other way around, and she was eager to see just how much attention she had received during their events of education together… |
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Post by Charlotte Fujioka on Aug 30, 2020 15:09:06 GMT -4
LIKE TRAINS? MELODY'S FRANTIC SPUTTERING BROUGHT CHARLIE'S rummaging to a grinding halt, and she inclined her head, lavender gaze rising to meet Melody’s own.
“What is it?” the prawn asked simply. Charlie would remain frozen until Melody finally mustered her way through an offer. She wanted to share earbuds and listen to music? Ooohhh…
“Sure,” Charlie agreed. She extended a hand and delicately pinched the earbud, surveying it closely. Once she determined which ear the earbud belonged to, the prawn reached carefully past her jaw-spikes to put the earbud in.
She would be… very surprised if Melody liked the same music Charlotte did. Particularly if Melody’s preferred repertoire of shower-songs were anything to go by. (Charlotte’s bedroom was right next to the bathroom, okay? The prawn heard things.) But the music would be a welcome distraction from the pregnant silence that had fallen over the rest of the group.
Melody scrolled through the songs, selecting one before continued scrolling—
And boy, didn’t this singer sound familiar—
Charlotte cracked a little smile, her maxillipeds curling behind the surgical mask. She knew the song, only by virtue of the fact that Melody sometimes rehearsed in the shower. Sure, for normal human ears it was probably barely perceptible, but… well…
Melody scrabbled to grab the earbud, and Charlotte leaned out of reach, well into the center-aisle of the train, extending a hand to push Melody back. “Hand” was perhaps too polite of a way to put it though—it was like taking a baseball mitt to the face. So, despite Melody’s best efforts to snatch the earbud out of Charlie’s ear, the prawn was simply… out of reach.
And the whole thing was so absurd—why didn’t Melody just pause the damn video?!—that the prawn started to laugh. Charlie, who was usually so reserved, who you could maybe get a chuckle out of here and there—laughing heartily, her velvety alto voice pitching upward in alarm.
“What are you doing?!” she demanded through rampant giggling, “You’re going to impale yourself on my jaw-spikes, geez!!”
Or arm-spikes. Or shoulder-spikes. There were lots of spikes to choose from.
When Melody finally resigned herself to picking a new song, the prawn shrugged, rubbing a tear from the corner of her eye. That had been a good laugh. Charlie craned closer, probably definitely in the other girl’s personal-space bubble, as she attempted to glimpse the screen.
“You didn’t have to stop it,” Charlie said pleadingly, the pout clear in her tone, “Not like I haven’t heard you sing a hundred times over.”
The prawn leaned back, anticipating some sort of theatrical reaction. So…
“Here, I’ll prove it,” the prawn said eagerly, prodding at the phone with her primary finger. Whether or not Melody complied, Charlie would close her eyes, steeling herself. Let’s see, where had she left-off? The prawn took a steadying breath, then—
Under her breath, and an octave or two lower, the prawn would resume the song a capella, bobbing her head with the tempo. She’d sing a few lines, then ever so slyly, glance towards Melody to gauge her reaction. Surprise, Melody-- Charlie had heard your songs enough times to remember the lyrics and the melodies that accompanied them. And she could almost, sort-of sing.
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Post by Perry Possum on Aug 30, 2020 17:26:33 GMT -4
He still felt a bit of a scowl that took a few moments before it would begin to fade from his expression. This kids... Oh these kids were gonna be the death of him. So many of them were little rascals and being a teacher meant looking after so many of them at once it may as well been a hive of scandalous schemes all at once. In the end though he eventually felt his small inner rage calm lightly as he settled into a chair nearby to be able to still not only talk to them but keep a keen eye on them as well for as long as was needed. "I agree with you allot of them need a strong kick in the keister but we still must behave while on official school outings. It's a vacation so lets just behave but also relax." He'd say scratching briefly at his fuzzy chin for a couple of moments in contemplation and observation as well.
He couldn't help but chuckle as well listening to the banter nearby as they continued to speak and communicate. He felt his little grin hold on his fuzzy whiskered lips. As much as they drove his little brain crazy he still had a soft spot for many of them all the same. He enjoyed these humans to say the least.
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Post by Beaumont Favager on Aug 30, 2020 18:20:47 GMT -4
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At least he wasn't getting urged or pushed to do something that made him uncomfortable since something about it all felt very daunting and intimidating! All these people in a confined space...he'd have to get over it eventually, but one thing at a time. Maybe if they weren't all going to the same destination...then he'd be more urge to action in returning the lost bag before they could get away. Thankfully, he could pace himself bit by bit, one day at a time. Plus, he couldn't help but perk up a bit at the mention of Wyvern Orb!
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That was honestly a much better anime than he'd anticipated and it felt like the anxiety was washing away. Much like little scribbles etched on the sand at a beach, only to be taken away by the tide. "Y-yes, there's still a few seasons I didn't get to see yet...a-and I won't...um...I feel like I need to apologize properly too. I...um...kinda bumped into him and had a panic attack..." Finishing those words with a nervous laugh, it was honestly pretty embarrassing as to how he wanted to be a hero some times...but was so socially awkward. Feeling his phone go off and the screen light up, a little pink blush hit his cheeks before quickly unlocking the phone screen, Kenji? is the first word his mind questioned.
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The only other person who was likely to message him was sitting right there with him on the train. A warm, gentle smile upon seeing the first message...okay, he could manage that! They could all sit together, it'll be nice since he wanted to spend time with everyone. Besides, if he ever wanted one on one time with anyone or some such, there was the private spring he reserved on the side for himself in case he needed to hide and recover from an anxiety attack! The second chunk of message caused him to chuckle softly...something about Kenji's humor was sweet...okay, okay...he'll be a cool kid. Alright, time to get to those text messages!
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<<Wonderful, I'd love to sit with you! It would be nice if Fion and Yasashi could join us as well. It's rare that all of us have this opportunity to hang out.
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-Beaumont>>
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<<P.S: It turns out you are absolutely right, I must be cool if I can see it. I suppose I learned another new thing about myself. Thank you, Kenji :3 and I will see you when we get there. I will be watching anime with Fion for the time being, I can't wait to hang out with you again.
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After that message, he did as he said he planned to do and proceeded to watch his first and favorite anime ever with his buddy! YAY WYVERN ORB!
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Post by Alisa Vollan on Aug 31, 2020 6:04:51 GMT -4
Truly, it didn't seem as though a girl like Bianca would ever struggle with her self esteem in any way, and the thought was more than enough to get a vibrant, elegant laughter from the tall teacher as she found herself raising her hand over her mouth so dreadfully often, chuckling as she held those jewels she had for eyes, rather enjoying the odd chance for such a delightfully mature back and forth, something she'd never have expected to witness in a girl as young as her:
"With your hand in the cookie jar I'd say~", teased the teacher, chuckling cheekily as she nonetheless admired how her student took it in stride, flashing that not so coy, thoroughly cattish smile as she called her out on it.
Truly, Alisa was no stranger to being on the recieving end of student's admiration... Perhaps not as much as some of the other teachers who had their own careers as reputable pro heroes, but even then, she knew not many who would openly profess that same admiration so bold and confidently, and she could only admire this european enchantress all that much more for it in turn. The sculptress had yet to see much of her in class, after all, considering Bianca had only just transferred in. But at this rate, she'd look forward to seeing more. It seemed like she'd be a natural fit to her class, and considering her personality, they'd surely get along swimmingly, much as they were doing now:
"Ufufu~... And just when I was starting to think you couldn't get any bolder...", she replied, reaching out and resting an idle hand on the girl's arm for a moment, eyes narrowing into a knowing gaze as that playful faint smile widened ever so slightly, "Indeed, I guess that really does explain your dedication to me classes... And here I thought I had you completely captivated by the material."
Clearly, even though she hadn't had too long to get acquainted, she'd obviously taken note of her new student, enough to know her name and note hard attentive, seemingly hard working nature. So it turned out she had her eyes on something other than the chalkboard hm~? Well, Alisa couldn't really complain if it got her student paying attention:
"Do I suppose we can chalk at least some of that off to natural talent~?"
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Post by Bianca Bellucci on Aug 31, 2020 13:21:11 GMT -4
She stole my heart by showing me nothing more than her smile “Heeheehee, Oh gosh, the cat really is out of the bag~?” Grinning gleefully even as it seemed her little jig was well and truly up, Miss Bellucci took the recognition of her mischief with grace and a smile as she looked toward Alisa, but showed little discouragement in the amused reaction her cloying ploy had brought to her from her sinuous senior. “If I’d have known I would have been caught so quickly, I should have put my hand somewhere more adventurous, no~?” Grinning as once again she opted to twist their conversation into a more coquettish direction and let out a line which she hoped the lady of language would certainly find herself lingering on, the black beauty batted her lashes for effect as she left the area of ‘adventure’ to the imagination of this intoxicating idol, though would be happy to offer her a few more naughty notes if she was interested enough. “Oh, if you are surprised by this then you certainly need to spend more time around Italian women, I would say~?” Grinning and seeming to take the acknowledgement of her boldness as something of a compliment from the dark divinity, though by this point Bianca knew that the more mature minx was trying to downplay the friskier elements of the conversation because of the differences that crept up in the dynamic, the dazzling delight couldn’t help but meet her hint of refusal with greater insistence; as if the woman were playing hard to get. “Though lucky for you, I’d be more than willing to aid such exposure, if you were interested~?” In all honesty rather captivated by the dance between them even if she was just a little bit disappointed that the complications of their circumstance seemed to tie the hands of her tempting teacher in ways she didn’t like, perhaps the fact that this striking sable siren was so subdued seemed like reason enough for her to play up her own role even more, like a naughty little youngster using mischief to catch the interest and attention of a parent, which she had been known to do on occasion. “Oh any material can be captivating in the hands of the right teacher, wouldn’t you say~?” Ultimately just happy to have the chance to chat one on one with the Amazonian Alisa and everything else a simple bonus for the bright eyed bella, when the topic of their lessons cropped up and the dark delight mentioned her rapt attention, it was easy for the lass to twist the topic to once again pay homage to the rapture that was the ravishing raven with whom she shared this moment. “Heeheehee, absolutely~ Who wouldn’t be enthralled by you, hm~?” Always oh so happy to flatter this French fox and honestly the loveliness that the lady conveyed making that task rather easy, while the feelings of the jovial junior seemed a mix of admiration and obvious attraction she loved to bask in the simple indulgence that was a beautiful woman, and honestly there were few in the world who could compare to the vixen named Miss Vollan… |
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Post by Honey Hirano on Sept 1, 2020 5:23:49 GMT -4
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[attr="class","brHeaderB"] [attr="class","brBody"]It was, softly said a little confusing what was happening. She learned that Basil misunderstood the crying third year for a first year... not too surprised? He looked really scared and out of place. Basil probably went ham on what he should do and what to improve, knowing the goofy attitude of her now... her now... b-b-boyfriend. She should not think of that. Honey never had a boyfriend and was definitely very vulnerable for Basil's way of handling her and just going ham on asking her and she would not say no. To be honest, that wasn't something bad, she liked his enthusiastic attitude, his everything so it was all good. Something was nagging at the back of her mind but she was sure that had nothing to do with Basil for her. Maybe it was just... how everyone kept talking to each other as if she was like a plush toy that sat on Basil's lap. Nope, she did not like that. But the conversation with Jace had gone well, so she thought until he yelled at the person behind her (hello Perry) and Basil. She put her hands over her ears, even if the hat was hiding them and just pushed them square on her head as she did not want to be in the blast of screaming. Hmpf... why did people always make the worst of their own situation? She wished she could sit somewhere else but all looked full and Basil was now her boyfriend so she was obliged to sit with him, right?[break][break] Jace climbed over her and just got out of the way and she would take his seat, not exactly getting what was all wrong here but she didn't say anything. She would stand on her seat, so she could see the outside and would just wait for things to settle down and for Perry to finish talking to Basil. She would turn her attention to look what the teacher and two students were doing, she just would wait for Basil to be back. It was a rather strange trip, and she wished it would get better rather soon.[break][break] She hunched down a little when Basil got back and decided to climb back on his lap to hug him. "You were doing it with good intentions?" she said and looked up at him when the hug was done. "Not everyone gets that and not everyone is ready for that but it's the thought that matters I think?" It just... didn't work for Jace. She wasn't sure what else to say to make her boyfriend enjoy the train trip. Maybe they could play a game or something? They surely could do something fun right? [attr="class","brInfo"]- [attr="class","brCredits"] TAIKO![newclass=.brBorder]width:410px;padding:10px;background-color:#eaeaea;border:solid #dddddd 1px[/newclass] [newclass=.brHeader]width:400px;padding:5px;background-image:url(https://images2.imgbox.com/80/41/tbJ4Tcor_o.jpg);border-left:solid #dddddd 1px;border-right:solid #dddddd 1px;border-top:solid #dddddd 1px;[/newclass] [newclass=.brTextTop]text-align:center;font-size:29px;color:#ffffff;font-family:bebas neue;text-shadow: -1px 0 black, 0 1px black, 1px 0 black, 0 -1px black;letter-spacing:0px;[/newclass] [newclass=.brTextSub]text-align:justify;font-size:9px;color:#c4c4c4;font-family:raleway;margin-top:-5px;text-shadow: -1px 0 black, 0 1px black, 1px 0 black, 0 -1px black;letter-spacing:1px;[/newclass] [newclass=.brHeaderB]height:10px;width:410px;background-color:#50b76a;background-image:linear-gradient(to right, #FFC30B, #FF9500);border-left:solid #dddddd 1px;border-right:solid #dddddd 1px;[/newclass] [newclass=.brBody]width:340px;padding-left:35px;padding-right:35px;padding-top:20px;padding-bottom:20px;background-color:#f4f4f4;border-left:solid #dddddd 1px;border-right:solid #dddddd 1px;border-bottom:solid #dddddd 1px;font-family:roboto;font-size:10px;color:#333333;text-align:justify;[/newclass] [newclass=.brBody b]color:#FFC30B;text-shadow: -1px 0 white, 0 1px white, 1px 0 white, 0 -1px white;[/newclass] [newclass=.brInfo]text-align:center;font-size:10px;font-weight:italic;color:#b2b2b2;font-family:roboto;padding-top:15px;[/newclass] [newclass=.brCredits]width:430px;text-align:right;font-size:9px;font-weight:bold;color:#9e9e9e;font-family:roboto;text-shadow: -1px 0 white, 0 1px white, 1px 0 white, 0 -1px white;padding-top:2px;[/newclass] [googlefont=Bebas Neue] [googlefont=Raleway] [googlefont=Roboto:400,500] |
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Post by Basil Chambers on Sept 1, 2020 7:23:28 GMT -4
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With a heavy sigh, he closed his eyes with a sigh heavier than a an over stuffed bag of luggage. A subtle twitch of his eyebrow from the lingering frustration made itself known to the world. Though he tried to calm the hell down, ya know, chill out! Hell, he hardly even noticed Honey clamber back onto his lap...aside from her sweet scent. [break][break] Slowly reopening his eyes into a squint, his eyes widened as she put her arms around him and brought him into a friendly embrace which...was nice. Getting so used to beating the shit out of criminals and occasionally getting his rookie ass handed to him in tow...yeah...this was nice. The fiery tempered teen felt his edge soften a bit and the lingering bits of anger slowly melted away. It was almost like when he was with... her...random ass out of the blue dumping from that ex who was hella sweet in her own way, ffff WHY WAS HE THINKING ABOUT HER?! Oh no...was Honey a... rebound?! [break][break] No, nope! [break][break] Wrapping his arms around her with such care while returning her hug as he spoke softly to her, "...yeah, it was with good intentions..." In a way, he sounded drained over the whole thing. But he eased his grip up and ceased the hug which seemed like a mutual way to end it and it really helped that his girlfriend actually got it and was trying to be reasonable. Like man, he knew he could be an asshole...but having someone he was dating rationally speak to him was a relief in its own way. "Maybe one day they'll get it, who the heck knows...but yeah, thought's the thing that counts here." Trying to cuss less, it was easier around her... [attr=class,bpunkiwofleft] [attr=class,bpunkiwofright] [attr=class,bpunkiwofextra]Seasonal Flames [attr=class,bpunkiwofcredit]by punki |
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Post by Dajh Amare Zane Yun on Sept 2, 2020 10:28:56 GMT -4
With his sit taken and no one showing any signs of getting up, Amare would of found a seat close by but not so far that he could not still talk to Kenji. His own phone seemed to be broken...nope it was fine. So why had he not gotten a meesage back from Colt yet? Maybe he was swamped with work. That was also probably why the dark-skinned youth did not see his crush? Impending boyfriend? Friend whomst he has feelings for an upcoming relation? On the train yet. They definitely would wanna sit together, gawk and laugh at the sights and scenery outside the window as well as on the train itself. Then as conversations died down the two could relax more and enjoy each others company. Maybe play a game on each others phones...or even whisper secrets into each others ears. Then as the train click and clacked along one of them would slowly doze off to sleep. Feeling comfortable and vulnerable enough to lean over and use the other's shoulder as a pillow. Perhaps seeing one fall asleep would convince the other to get some rest as well. And together the two of them would fall asleep mutually tired and feeling confident in the security of each others personal space. But that was not happening, and to be honest...probably would not be happening. Not on this train ride at least.
So Amare would continue to smile and crack jokes with Kenji, most at the expense of others. For example Amare would explain the whole situation between Hiro and Burabura and how the two had actually fallen asleep. He had forgotten to ask but from what he knew, Amare figured it had something to do with Hiro's quirk. To think that Burabura would of been affected so much that he would of fallen asleep directly ontop of Hiro trapping the young boy. Amare would of also noticed that Kenji did not make a quip about being his protégé. Was it because he did not understand what it meant? Either that or he was acutally admitting to it without really admitting to it. As they spoke the white haired youth would notice that Kenji had an almost death-grip on his phone showing that something was happening on there of the utmost importance.
Amare would playfully try to take Kenji's phone away from him, teasing about its importance to him.
"We're friends right? C'mon lemme see what you got going on in here. As my protégé or young student of mine, you should totally let me into what you got going on in that electronic device...Give it here!!" Amare would say making a final playful lunge towards it.
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