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Post by Taka Yasashi on Aug 31, 2020 1:29:08 GMT -4
[attr="class","oneword1"] [attr="class","fromyou1"] @name This is gonna be rough.
... it was only a matter of time.
[attr="class","itsover2"] The single combat ring at UA High School was attached to the main Gymansium and had been used for several duels between students as well as exhibition matches to demonstrate techniques in an academic setting. Yet in the past nearly three years, the building had never been used for a duel like this. With the field left completely open and free of distractions and obstacles; the upper ring was open for anyone to stop in and view the match about to take place. Word had already spread, it was possible there might even be a turn out.
After all:
Taka Yasashi and Taka Keiko were about to face one another in single combat.
Yasashi leaned against the locker, staring at the small reflection of himself in the little mirror inside. His beady blue eyes glowed with the barest flickers, tiny surges of quirk light. He took a deep breath, working through the tightness in his chest. His very nature abhored violence, he hated fighting for the sake of hurting someone. But... he needed this. Angelica had been right; it was time to face his demons. His demon. He closed his eyes and looked over his shoulder. Frey wasn't there, he'd ordered her to stay put. They hadn't trained together enough yet to make any impact on a fight and he wasn't going to risk it... he'd already apologized to her once for storming out on her.
He took another breath and looked in the mirror.
"You are not a trophy," Yasashi warned himself, "You are not just a legacy," He added, gripping the frame of the locker. "You are Tartarus," He stepped back and looked at his hand, clenching his fist tight and taking a last steadying breath. He could do this. He could look her in the eye this time. He turned to the doors and passed through, into the light.
Aquitaine was already there. The Combat Instructor for UA sat in the center of the ring, her expression cold and serious. She glanced up at Tobias whom had been selected to referee the match. He'd been firm that he would cut in if it got too violent but she had warned him that this was something that needed to be settled. If he interfered, she'd never forgive him. From there she sat, staring at the door until her estranged son strode out into the light. He looked... different somehow. Odd. She raised an eyebrow and tilted her head, bearing her teeth.
"Finally gonna say something to your old lady, huh?" She demanded.
Yasashi kept his face utterly implacable, just like his dad, she sniffed and narrowed her eyes. To her surprise; he spoke;
"Once I've made my point with my fists," He said cooly and reached to his hip. He drew that skull mask trophy from his fight with that sand villain over his face and in a disturbing display of talent his armor grew over his body, forming into the looming, blue eyed and dark form of the man he aspired to be. Tartarus. Keiko shrugged her shoulders and rolled her neck. She didn't take her eyes off her son. Instead, she slammed her fists together and allowed her armor to form over her own body in a series of reactive flashes. She reached out and tugged her sword out of the concrete as her helmet formed.
She strode forward, matching Yasashi's steps.
Yasashi's heart pounded in his ears, his whole body trembled, a mixture of rage, frustration, sadness, and abject terror. She scared him more than anyone could ever imagine. Every thought of facing Aquitaine in single combat, no holds barred, was his purest form of nightmare. He managed to put one foot in front of the other though; stepping close enough that he had to look down at her. She looked up at him from behind her helmet, he let out a breath, smoke billowing from his nostrils.
"Don't hold back," He bit out.
"Wasn't planning on it," She bit back.
He turned away as she did, marching to where he had began. A plan formulating in his mind. He had to move fast. If she had any opportunity to move, any at all, and it could be catastrophic. He looked down at his hand and clenched his fist. He had to... just one... he only needed one... that was enough.
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Post by Tobias Murakami on Aug 31, 2020 18:49:51 GMT -4
DON'T HOLD BACK THERE WERE ALWAYS SPARRING MATCHES amongst the student populace at U.A. A majority of the time, they took place in the gym, un-refereed and half-supervised by whichever staff was on-duty. Toby typically only volunteered his services when fights involved jujitsu or similar styles of martial arts, since that was where he specialized. Besides… there were other, more combat-focused heroes than him—you know, like the combat instructor herself.
So, when Keiko approached Tobias to referee a match, the gentleman was admittedly (and reasonably) surprised. Sure, he knew the Taka’s personally, but—why him?
Keiko had explained the situation—and as she continued to speak, the gentleman’s expression went from its usual, polite reservation to one of intrigue and concern. His mouth gaped ever so slightly, his eyebrows leapt. A duel…? Between mother and son? Tobias knew it wasn’t his place to question peoples’ childrearing philosophies, but… oh, he had qualms about this.
So, naturally, he accepted. He cared deeply about Keiko—and in Yasashi, he saw a kindred spirit, perhaps even a surrogate son—and Tobias would be damned if he would give anyone else the luxury of refereeing this. He was invested, damn it.
Tobias showed-up to the ring before either Keiko or Yasashi had, to make sure that it was clear before their reservation had begun. He’d set a first-aid kit behind the first bleacher, then took a seat upon the bench and began to pour over his book of poetry, waiting for the mother and son to arrive.
Keiko arrived first. A few, terse words were exchanged—Keiko insisted that she would never forgive Toby if he stopped the match—god, she was insufferable when she was like this—Toby simply said that he accepted that outcome.
Yasashi showed up a while later, albeit still before the scheduled fight-time. And though he’d been the one to schedule the fight, he had a cowed silence about him. Poor kid. Regardless of the outcome, Toby’d treat the kid to some tea after this.
Toby blew a whistle, then requested, “To the ring, please. Greet your opponent.”
Words were exchanged, and the pair went to the opposite sides of the ring. Toby let the whistle fall.
“The terms of this duel are simple,” Tobias announced, his robust baritone echoing off of the walls. A small crowd was gathering in the stands, so he saw fit to reiterate the rules, “Sportsmanlike behavior is a must—the match will be stopped, and restarted, if one of you fights uncleanly.”
Not that Tobias thought either Taka would fight unfairly. But with how tersely the pair addressed one another, it was worth reminding them of this.
“No open wounds are permitted. If blood is shed, the match will be paused until the ring is cleaned and wounds are healed. Fleeing from the ring is a forfeit, but if the fight goes beyond the ring, you may continue—just stay away from the stands. If the fight goes towards the stands, it will be stopped, and restarted.”
“Winning is achieved by incapacitating your opponent for ten seconds—this means either holding them in a “lock” from which they are unable to escape, or knocking them unconscious. This is a one-round fight.”
Very basic rules, taken from jiu-jitsu and watered-down to their barest components.
“Understood?”
He’d wait for acknowledgement from the two masked individuals, raising a hand towards the ceiling, and the whistle to his lips. Then, in one fluid motion, he brought his hand down, and gave one, sharp tweet of the whistle, letting it fall from his lips.
“Begin!”
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2020 1:55:59 GMT -4
Desmoshi hadn't planned to enter the training areas today. But when there was a buzz around the school about a sparring match, he could never miss out on it. And today was even better. His aunt was with him for the first time to actually see UA. She had finally become pro a couple of weeks ago, and it would do her some good to actually see the school where heroes were being made. "You are going to love it, auntie," Desmoshi said to RJ as the two made their way into the stands. "Sparring here is actually not that bad. Usually, it is the best way to settle any differences. And the match is going to be between Yasashi and Taka-sensei."
RJ remarked that if they were family, maybe they shouldn't be fighting and just talk it out. "I think this might have been a long time coming," Desmoshi said, looking at the arena. The two exchanged words as armor formed around them, both of them prepared to tear the arena asunder. "No matter the words, a lot can be said with one's fists. At least, that's what dad says." After the return to New York, he and his father had a heart to heart- sparring style. It ended with Desmoshi losing, but he understood why his father retire from both boxing and being a vigilante. His father was afraid of something. Desmoshi pushed to the back of his mind as Tobias sensei began the match.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2020 2:17:04 GMT -4
RJ enjoyed spending time with her family. But she enjoyed spending time with her nephew the most. Probably because she reminded her of her brother/brother-in-law. They had that fiery-go-get-'em spirit to them. And at the same time, it reminded RJ of the other half of her self. It was always awkward to walk in Japan being fused together. Not too many people knew except her family and maybe a few pros that she was two people in one. Hopefully one day, that won't be too much of an issue with the public.
For now, she was going to enjoy the day with Desmoshi, walking around the UA campus, getting the tour from his truly. Then he dragged her to this. The match between mother and son. She felt for Keiko. Although the two have not officially met, she could tell that her relationship was much like RJ'S with Selena. While Selena was the rule-abiding serious one, she was flexible and easy-going, usually due to having to personalities smashed together.
"Desmoshi, maybe they should just talk it out," RJ said plainly to her nephew, adjusting the visor that hid her three eyes. But his reply and the two combatants' armor-donning scene told RJ that there was no longer need for words. She watched as Toby announced the match. 'Damn,' Rin thought to her partner. 'We forgot about that.' Jeanne mentally brushed off her wife. 'It's fine. I'm sure he is not too mad about the whole file-sharing thing. Plus, the only person who really has seen it is Selena.' Rin mentally rolled her eyes at her. 'Well for one, that was his personal information. Two, the people coming to Japan had his information along with others. We need to let Murakami-sama know soon so they can-.' Jeanne mentally sighed. On the outside in reality, RJ put her right hand on her left shoulder and rubbed it. 'Once we have time, we will privately talk to Mr. Tobias about it. But for now- can we please enjoy the match?'
The two eventually gave up their mental argument as they watched through RJ's eyes. This was going to be one helluva match!
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Post by Kiersa on Sept 2, 2020 4:31:08 GMT -4
Kiersa looked at the pair of combatants with concern. In her eyes it wasn't right for a mother and a son to be coming to a full on duel between each other... But she remained silent and had helped how she could during Yasashi's practice fights prior to this, tending to any injuries he'd suffered as best she could that didn't require him having to see Miss Nakahara. It wasn't her place to offer any judgement or criticism.
A part of her wondered though if this had been inevitable? Miss Keiko was admittedly a bit of a strong-armed combat instructor, but that was only because she cared about her students surely? Right? The blonde girl could only imagine what that must be like though for the children of someone like that... But she only pushed Yasashi harder than the other students because she cared right?
But at the same time she could understand why Yasashi might feel the way he did... Constantly being measured against others, being made to do something simply because it was expected of you... The young maid was definitely familiar with those sensations. But whilst those had come from her cousins and the main family, Yasashi had received them from his mother.
Even so, did it really have to come to this? And would the outcome of this fight really settle it, or was it just a way to vent the frustrations in an approved physical space until it built up again, to repeat itself in a never-ending cycle of repressed anger and loathing?
Their respective armours began to form across their bodies, and no matter how many times Kiersa watched it she could never quite get used to it. Not so much the sight of it, but the inescapable feeling of dread and anticipation that came with it. One garbed in silver metals and red trims, the other in blue flames and darkened grey bone. It almost reminded her of the tale of the two oni, one red and the other blue.
The red oni wanted to make friends with humans, and so asked their old friend a blue oni for help on how to do so. The blue one attacked the humans, pretending to be an evil oni so that the red one would save them, and then the blue one left so that the red could continue having humans as friends... But the red oni cried at having lost their oldest friend...
Kiersa hoped that this duel between the mother garbed in red, and the son wreathed in blue had a much happier outcome than the story...
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Post by Mia Kearney on Sept 2, 2020 16:00:24 GMT -4
(I know the rule was 3 per round but Web asked I be here and des showed up twice so i think I'm safe)
Mia wasn't too sure what she was going to see here today, but at the very least she had her eyes open to whatever was gonna go down here. The last she'd talked to Yasashi was on their internship together and the last she heard from his mom was when they'd relaxed at the hot springs and she'd mentioned she was having issues with her kid. Mia never expected this... for it to turn into a full on brawl. If it was her own family she'd... trust it, maybe. She knew she could have a tussle with her dad and nothing bad would come of it. Feelings would be expressed, they'd have a good laugh during it all and no one would truly be hurt beyond a light sting to the loser's pride...
These two though? Hoo boy. She felt like the question wasn't who was gonna win or lose... it was who was gonna need more therapy afterwards...
Ah. Maybe she was getting ahead of herself. Maybe this was some japanese honor thing she just didn't understand and it was all gonna be fine. As she leaned over the railing overlooking the fight she reached back and tried to work the kink out of her neck from the stress of just watching these two about to go at it. She wondered how much of a chance Yasashi stood... well he stood no chance really, his mom was a pro older than Mia was and while Mia was sure she could take that woman in a fight Yasashi, while a good kid, was still far from their level yet as a second year. He'd be there one day but it took time and training and that's what this school was for. At the end of the day this was all about seeing how far he could even go against a true pro. Against his mother of all people.
She was kinda glad she didn't have kids all of a sudden.
In the brief pause before the fight started, Mia let her eyes drift along the members of the audience. A pro she vaguely recognized, that desmoshi kid and... Kiersa. Huh. Kinda surprised to see that meek maid here of all people. She'd shift along the viewing space. "Hey... didn't expect to see you come to watch the shit Show Kiersa... friends with Yasashi?"
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Post by Taka Yasashi on Sept 2, 2020 20:13:20 GMT -4
[attr="class","oneword1"] [attr="class","fromyou1"] @name Ouch.
...and so it begins.
[attr="class","itsover2"]Above the ring, Frey clung to the railing. Her expression plain and placid, despite the fear in her chest. It was strange. She could feel things even if she had no muscles or skin to feel them with. She simply had this information in her head, knowledge that existed like a memory of some time long ago. Her golden-glowing eyes settled on her master, her father, Yasashi. He'd turned away from her when that woman Angelica had compared her to this other person. The person he was facing. His mother? Did that relate the two of them as well? Her mind did a one-eighty when the man with red hair; Tobias? Mister Murakami. He began to explain the rules. She gripped the rail harder, her shiny smooth metal body glinting a little. She glanced to her left, looking at some of those present. People had come to see. To watch. One of them had a humongous aura about them. Red Horn. She'd seen her photo in Yasashi's room. Why didn't Yasashi want her to help? She didn't understand! She was a part of his quirk too. She frowned, concern etching across her features. Something didn't feel right. For all the courage her father had built up. For all the times he'd told himself he was ready. She had to stop for a moment and wonder if, maybe, he really wasn't ready to face this person. She seemed... other to everyone else in the room except for that one woman with the red horn. She opened her mouth to shout encouragement but the red haired man raised his hand before bringing it back down. No time. Please be okay.
Blue flames blazed from Yasashi's eyes and an exhalation of steam roiled around him. He rolled his neck, dropping into a combat pose, his hands out as if ready to grapple. His legs tensed, hard, coiled, ready to explode with force. His blue eyes were locked on Aquitaine. Every movement, every gesture. She just stood there, relaxed, her posture offering no sign of favoring one direction or another. He figured that she wouldn't broadcast any immediate openings. His eyes narrowed and a frown creased his features. He forced himself not to look at Tobias as the teacher gave the rules for engagement. He sniffed once. They were agreeable. Neither of them were very good at the whole bleeding thing anyway. He shook his head and refocused, visualizing his first series in his mind. He had to act the very instant Tobias' hand came down. Not a second too late. Or it would be over before it even started. He adjusted his posture. Tobias raised his hand. Yasashi shifted his right leg forward. The hand came down. Yasashi twisted his forward leg in one swift snap of motion, releasing his concentration on the shapes he had in his mind. Across from him, a dozen pillars of off-grey shining bone erupted from the ground and slammed into the armored woman. Two on her side, two up to her chin, two at her back, another layer below that, and finally a pair of them attempting to pin her legs. Much more potent than simply using the bone hands he usually did when dealing with lighter enemies. These were specifically intended to impede someone like her. Not wasting a single instant he threw himself forward, kicking the ground with all his might and raising his fist back to take his first swing. She didn't move an inch.
Keiko had just enough time to get into a general fighting stance. Blade held out front, when Toby dropped his hand. She could feel the coiled tension in her son's posture, Yasashi was going to use one of his bone tricks to start things off. Imobilizing his enemy and using brute force to end the fight quickly was his bread and butter strategy. She'd been his supervisor for almost a years worth of training. If he thought for an instant that she wasn't aware of his strategies, he was more of an idiot than she thought. As if on cue, the ground around her erupted. She barely felt the columns as they slammed into her body, crashing into her limbs and pinning her arms and trying to force her to her knees. She didn't budge. Instead, she took a deep breath just as he lunged off the ground and tightened her grip on her sword. She exhaled. Her hand muscles tipped her weapon back a half of an inch, before rolling it forward with all the strength her hands could muster. "Chivalric Art:
Blade in the Shallows" The sudden force cleaved through the bone like butter. She whipped the blade out, down, to the right, and left. The motion a single blur. In just as much time as it took for Yasashi to cross the field, the bones were gone. Yasashi was committed to his lunge. Aquitaine shook her head and swept her blade down, impaling it in the ground before leaping once into the air, completing a pinwheel kick to the side of her son's head as he entered range.
Yasashi. Saw. Stars. It had happened so fast. Her technique had been a blur for him, one instant the bones were holding her. The next, her foot was impacting his head. The trail of dust left behind Yasashi made a sudden, jarring, L shape on the ground as he was hurled bodily into the far wall, moving faster than when he had initially launched himself. His world spun, his eyes darkened, his head jarred and he felt something crumble around his shoulders. Blue flames burst to life under his cracked armor, pouring out into the air while the bone worked to re-seal. He grit his teeth, trying to pull on his right arm. He glanced over and felt his stomach tighten. His arm was lodged in the outer wall of the arena. He looked to Aquitaine. She was marching toward him, weapon in hand, and her armor unblemished by his initial attack while he was struggling to remove his arm from the wall. Finally, he wrenched it free, a flick of concentration creating a dark-grey sword in one hand. He stepped in, attempting to meet her sword but found his weapon slipping along her own, she shifted her weight down just as he responded with a torrent of skeletal hands around her arm, restraining her grip enough to take a few steps back and regain his posture. She tilted her head and wrenched her arm free to the sound of cracking and crumbling bone before rounding on him again, her eyes glowing beneath the helmet. "Is that it?"ulla
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Post by Kiersa on Sept 3, 2020 4:09:29 GMT -4
Kiersa had been so focused on the growing tension between the two combatants that she hadn't noticed Miss Kearney's approach until the Pro-Hero spoke to her. She gave a little squeak of surprise, quickly covering her mouth in case she'd accidentally distracted either Miss Keiko or Yasashi... but it seemed that neither of them had taken any notice.
The young blonde let out a slow breath to work on calming her nerves, before she tried to address RedHorn. "S-Sort of M-Miss Kearney..." she said, unsure herself what kind of state the older student regarded her as. They'd only met a couple of times, such as when the undead were attacking UA and they'd worked together to tend to any injuries that came in through the place whilst he'd worked on a barrier...
"I... I've b-been trying t-to help w-with his training b-before this fight... M-Mending any w-wounds he g-got or inflicted w-with his sparring p-partner..." she slowly explained, a glint of shining metal in the corner of her eye catching her attention. She turned to look and saw Frey-senpai-chan up in the stands... Kiersa's eyes widened as she considered the implications of this.
Frey by Yasashi's own admissions in the student chat room had inherited some of Yasashi's abilities, whilst he had lost them in the process of her creation. But she was born from his Quirk, she was part of his Quirk... so why wouldn't he have her by his side in this fight with Aquitaine?
Before she could consider the further nuances of this situation, Tobias-sensei's hand dropped and signalled the start of the fight. A veritable wave of dark bones erupted not even a second afterwards, apparently containing and immobilising Aquitaine! As Yasashi veritably flew towards his mother, Kiersa had the misfortune of blinking at that moment and saw Yasashi flying backwards into a wall, and Aquitaine was free of her now suddenly destroyed bone prison.
"W-What just..." Kiersa tried to ask, words unable to find themselves being formed. She remembered how fast Desmoshi's father had been in the title boxing match she had watched a while ago, and that was impressive enough to the young blonde... But this level of speed and power... It was on another completely different scale altogether!
And Aquitaine didn't even appear to be even the slightest bit tired from it. Tartarus on the other hand... well it was hard to tell at this distance, but she could clearly hear the cracking of bone and flame. Which was disconcerting, and admittedly a little irritating for her because she didn't know if it was his actual bones breaking or just the bones he could create with his Quirk.
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Post by Mia Kearney on Sept 3, 2020 5:39:33 GMT -4
"Ay don't worry about it you got your eyes on something important." She lightly teased the muttering maid a little with a gentle tap on her back, turning her attention back to the fight with her arms crossed leaning into the railings. She kept her eyes on the fight with only odd glances to Kiersa as the two talked, not wanting to let Kiersa lose her attention but not wanting to take her eyes off the fight either, rubbing at the kink in her neck as she gazed over the tension between the two fighters. Pretty sure she could punch it and it would punch back it was so dense right now.
"Oh yeah?" She asked as they emphasized they'd been there to help Yasashi heal, leaning up off her elbow a little as she gave Kiersa more of her attention. Admittadly with Mia's nature she never paid much attention to the up and coming healer heroes in the underclasses, but Kiersa had definitely been someone who stood out since she'd had that battle class against the first years. She was quick on her feet to do what she needed to do to help her team so she had some of Mia's respect. Hearing she'd been helping Yasashi push his limits was good too. "Who was he sparring with?" She asked curiously, wondering if Yasashi ever considered asking her for a bout before this fight came to fruition.
Her eyes dipped back to the field as the battle started and Mia crossed her arms again as she watched. She didn't expect Yasashi to be so fast. He was prepared and ready sure but his quirk was never one that felt like it emphasized speed. Didn't mean the fight was over of course. She knew from experience how dense those bones were afterall. She sighed deeply through her nose and pushed back off the rails, catching Kiersa's reaction as she seemed to 'blink' at the pivotal moment.
"That's Aquitaine for you. Pretty sure in terms of pure brawn she's one of the few heroes I think could go toe to toe with me... Nimue's strong but she ain't got the stamina, the durability Aquitaine has... Yasashi ain't gonna win this but he ain't a dumb kid either. He's got some goal in mind today... just gotta hope he pulls it off without ending up in the infirmary for the next week and a half." And yes, she was saying that picturing the healing quirkers helping him out... with the tension between them she didn't see Aquitaine letting up on him.
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Post by Beaumont Favager on Sept 3, 2020 7:38:16 GMT -4
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Like the little white rabbit, he was late, very late for a very important date!
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Not a romantic date, those were more reserved for someone else by the name of Kenji! It took a while to get all of the first aid kits together and stuff them all into a suitcase, but he wanted to make sure that they had everything in it before he got to the observation area. Double check those triple checks since even though he wanted to have all the faith in the world for his friend, Yasashi, he wanted to be careful too! Prepping a note, he bolted right on out of his room and slapped the adhesive paper onto his neighbor's door...
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Observing Yasashi-senpai's fight with Aquitaine, come if you can.
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Beaumont
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Then continued to rush over to the observation area, thankfully he worked out enough to not get easily tuckered out from a jog...but he wasn't going to stop. A friend needed moral support and this was a lot like Melody going up against Fion, wasn't it? People were upset and had a point to get across...was this how spars here kept happening? All because people didn't know how to speak with one another...is that it? Or maybe because they didn't feel as though there was a place for any words...only actions.
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Familiar...everything was familiar.
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As he made his way in a hurry, he took a moment to catch his breath and look toward the arena with those icy blues of his shooting wide open...he just caught the sight of his friend getting kicked right in the head. Gulping at the air as his eyes rapidly darted around the room...it...was just like last time.
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History was repeating itself with a slight twist.
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Soft spoken, quiet, reserved, these were some words that matched his surface when his anxiety wasn't suffocating him. The blonde teen's throat felt dry from running most of the way, but he didn't care. Not a damn bit, he remembered his friend out there gave him a valuable lesson. Even if it looked bad, don't look away and believe in the ones you care about, let them know they have someone on their corner. Let them know someone supported them in their strife and struggles. Don't let them feel like they were all alone out there, even if the situation looked impossible, success or failure, someone is there on your side.
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"YASASHI-SENPAI! YA-SA-SHI-SEEEEEEEN-PAI! GET UP! YOU CAN DO THIS! ON YOUR FEET, DON'T GIVE UP! Those cries out to the arena were grating away at his throat, he didn't care...he'd felt worse. Gripping onto the handle of his suitcase, he was glad that Red Horn and Kiersa were here. They were both people he knew could work well together in the event someone needed medical attention. Red Horn's experience and Kiersa's ability to heal were a solid combination and...he had over thirty first aid kits rammed into this suit case he could offer.
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Don't look away, those three words rang in his head and he wouldn't look away...he wanted his friend out there to know he was receptive to those words and took them to heart.
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Post by Perry Possum on Sept 3, 2020 8:04:52 GMT -4
It wasn't far behind Monty when Mr. P. Possum would also make his entrance. A small lunch box secured to his back and looking almost like a little back pack given his size and the large lunch box made for human sizes so to him it was of the proportions of a full backpack. He would settle in to watch the fight listening to the loud students cheering for their friend and their teacher. The Spar getting rather lively
He would have quickly found a seat given he didn't need much space given his small fuzzy finely suited frame didn't take up all that much room. He would plop on a comfy sitting space near Monty who seemed to have just arrived himself. Perry unzipping his little lunch box as his snoot sniffed the air quite curiously as his whisker wiggled as he observed the action happening bellow! "Give em your best Yasashi!" He'd let out in a light yip and yahoo as he pulled out one of of the two sandwiches he had in his box and a bottle of water. They were turkey salad one of his favorites and a little spicy too just the way he liked it. No bugs this time though... the big tasty flies had become harder to catch in the recent week so he hadn't gained many to use all willy nilly.
"This aim's to be quite the bout I suspect! Would you care to enjoy a snack with me?" He'd ask the kind soul of Monty next to him offering one of the turkey salad sandwiches spicy as they were and a bottle of water as well. He looked like he could use a little bit of something to recharge anyway. "They are tasty I promise, An you look like you could use some water my good sir." He'd say offering the fresh sandwich and bottle of water. They were cool and extremely fresh as if he'd made them before arriving as well as had a small bottle of cooling fluid that was frozen in the bag as well to make sure it stayed extra cool and fresh. This made it as if it was almost straight from his fridge! Perhaps it was why he was a bit late wanting to find the perfect snack as well and after all who doesn't love to watch a good brawl with a tasty snack at your side to munch on ring side.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2020 3:35:59 GMT -4
At the drop of a hand, the fight began. Desmoshi had seen Yasashi fight once before, back in the Sports Festival Tourney. But this was different. It was like the number one student was moving with a purpose. A will to prove something to everyone- or to the person he was fighting. A giant trying to overcome something bigger than him. This was the fight that was before Desmoshi's eyes. A few more had gathered around to watch the fight, including the pros. Kiersa commented that she helped with Yasashi's training, healing his wounds when needed. How hard did he train for this match? And Redhorn also pointed out a few things as well. He didn't want to accept it. He believed that Yasashi could do this.
Desmoshi thought Yasashi had her, the bones entrapping her in the spot. But this only proved to be futile as she smashed the bones away and impaled him into the nearby wall. "GET UP, YASASHI!" Desmoshi yelled. He couldn't help it and wasn't sure why he wanted to cheer him on. Win or lose, he would encourage his fellow student forward. "NO MATTER WHAT KEEP FIGHTING!" Desmoshi gripped the rails as he watched the fight continue, his aunt sitting in silence. She removed her visor, her third eye attempting to follow the action.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2020 4:38:32 GMT -4
RJ removed her visors to keep up with the fight. Her third eye shifted left to right to keep up with the blurs of the combatants. It was weird that Keiko looked the same age as her son, maybe a little younger. But maybe that was the benefit of her quirk, just like RJ herself. Slow-aging process. But that wasn't the only thing the fused woman was focused on. The speed and power that Keiko just display showed her why she was the combat instructor here at UA. Move for move, she met Yasashi and perfectly countered it. RJ hated to say it, but this match was already determined from the start. Keiko had this in the bag.
"Why so quiet, auntie?" Desmoshi asked looking at his aunt. RJ's three eyes looked at Desmoshi. "Well as much as I get you cheering for your friend," RJ started pointing at the young man, "but I don't think he has this. It is not to say he could give his best and surprise us. It's just that this is more skill than power." RJ looked at Yasashi, who was being held by his mother. "He has shown some skill and level of his quirk. And he is smart enough to finish this fight as fast as possible. But the problem is that Aquitaine knows her son. She has more time to develop her quirk and battle skills. Even if Yasashi's quirk completely countered hers somehow, Keiko would always have the upper hand due to skill and experience. Plus, she has one mean left foot," RJ finished, mentioning the kick from earlier.
She hated being straightforward about it, but it was just truth. The teacher had the skill and power to back up what she was doing. It wasn't to say that Yasashi didn't have a chance to give it his best. It was just going to be hard to do so.
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Post by Tobias Murakami on Sept 4, 2020 21:34:03 GMT -4
DON'T HOLD BACK THE WHISTLE, LITTLE MORE THAN A SILVER TUBE, hung out of the corner of Tobias’s mouth. As soon as his he blew the whistle, as soon as he brought his hand down, Yasashi exploded into action, his constructs flanking him and attempting to pin Aquitaine at various angles. Smart—don’t give her idle time—also not something that the redhead wanted front row seats to. Tobias stepped further from the ring, clasping his hands behind his back. Keiko met this with a fluid dispersing of the columns, and a kick of her own. It connected. Yasashi flew.
Tobias was holding his breath, his face set in an inscrutable frown. When the kick connected, the frown deepened ever so slightly. A small part of them hoped that the match would be quick, easy, as painless as possible… pragmatically, it shouldn’t have lasted long, given Aquitaine’s decades of experience.
Didn’t mean that Tobias winced any less when Yasashi connected with the wall. He was still a child. And Keiko was still his mother. His glasses and thick bangs hid the worry in Toby’s eyes.
He watched his wristwatch, which digitally counted the seconds that passed. Yasashi was freeing himself from the wall, his bone-constructs rising to his fence.
Get out of that corner, kid, Toby thought crossly. The last place you wanted to be when fighting Aquitaine was with your back to the wall.
The librarian moved diagonally away from the ring, closer to the wall, where he could still watch the fight, ready to break if necessary. The stands, all the while, erupted with cheers, mainly in support of Yasashi. He was the clear underdog, in this situation. As the referee... Tobias was supposed to be impartial, so... he said nothing. His job was only to stop the fight if it went to far, restart it accordingly... protect one or the other Taka from absolutely maiming the other before a small but mighty audience.
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Post by Taka Yasashi on Sept 5, 2020 1:03:09 GMT -4
[attr="class","oneword1"] [attr="class","fromyou1"] @name It's not over yet!
The hardest moments of two lives...
[attr="class","itsover2"]Yasashi didn't have a second to lose, he had to move and he had to move now she wasn't going to stop just because he'd managed to get back on his feet. If he was going to fight her he had to stop holding back. Simple attacks weren't going to cut it. Go big or go home. His eyes narrowed beneath his helmet as he took a single pace to the left. Aquitaine shifted right, matching him. Her sword was held up. Words echoed down from above, there were people watching. Normally that would have sent him over the moon, but not for this fight. He had to reign in his excitement, his enthusiasm, this was- Aquitaine had lost patience. Her first moves came in fast, darting jabs from the tip of her weapon that went well past his depth. He moved left, right, left again, duck, drop, roll back and he couldn't block that one! He forced a layer of bone to form on his right gauntlet and shot it out, deflecting the strike with a shove and twist of his arm. It clanged hard against the metal and sent him sifting further only to find himself on the recieving end on a full side-kick to the solarplexus. "G-UH!" He gasped, the air knocked out of him as his body hung in the air for a half instant. This one knocked him off his feet but he didn't go soaring at first. It wasn't full strength. He grit his teeth; he needed to touch the ground to use his quirk!
Aquitaine had already seen enough. He was holding back. Still holding back! Even with all his bluster this was all he could manage? She growled, what was he trying to prove? He could move fast enough now to at least barely keep up with her swings but that made little difference if he had no technique. His martial arts were just sub-par. She launched into a flurry of jabs, ignoring what would likely be a disapproving look from Tobias. If any of these connected the wound would have been serious. Yasashi kept up though, just enough to fall prey to the feint at the end. She pivoted and snapped her foot out, catching him in the chest. She was about to follow with a hammer blow from the pommel of her sword when she saw something dart from the heel of his boot and strike the ground. The next instant a chain of skeletal hands snapped out from the wall to her left, grabbing Yasashi by the arm and yanking him out of the way of her attack. She drove her blow toward the ground and stopped, looking up at him. Had he managed to change direction in mid air? Her eyebrow raised. Interesting. She grinned wildly within her helmet. He still wasn't getting awa- Something tackled her from behind and she spun, backhanding a skeletal dog the size of a mastiff. It crashed to the ground before dragging itself to its feet, only long enough for her to draw her weapon up and across it's torso-slicing through bone and destroying whatever held it together. She stopped; pivoting and turned to face him.
Yasashi was okay. He had to be okay. Frey didn't know what she would do if he wasn't okay. What if he got hurt? Seriously hurt! She raised her thumb to her lip and chewed, despite knowing she did not have fingernails. The motion was programmed, instinct, she didn't know where it came from- CLANG! Yasashi had lept from behind Aquitaine and was driving into her with a sword. The armored woman tried to respond with one of her deadly techniques but every time she increased her speed a dozen arms reached up to try to grab her weapon. It did little to impede the terrifying woman, though, and for all his effort Yasashi was getting pushed back, again! Freya gripped the railing, taking another deep breath, she felt something tingling down her spine. She bounced on her heels as Yasashi took another blow.
The elbow to the chest hurt the most, a single solid strike that cracked his armor. He tried to raise his sword to defend but Aquitaine was faster. He tried to extend some bone down to touch the ground and form a connection but she anticipated that trick too, cutting his teather before he could muster the focus to create more arms. She dipped low and his eyes widened when she swept her sword back behind her in a dashing stance. Damn it! "Chivalric Art, First March
Across the Danube!" Aquitaine's words were hard and cold even as her weapon cut a divet in his armor, nearly impacting his skin as he quickly reformed armor to keep his flesh secure. One instant she was standing in front of him, the next, she was behind him. "Chivalric Art, Second March
Falkirk Rise!" Yasashi drew his arms up, forming a plate of metallic bone just in time for her weapon arc upward into him, cracking against the metal and sending him skyward. He threw his free hand to the right and extended a chain of skeletal arms, grabbing the wall and pulling himself toward it even while vertigo set in enough to make him feel nauseous. He hit the ground and let out a terrible roar, bellowing with all his might; he slapped the wall and dozens of columns of dark-grey metal hurled themselves at Aquitane, she marched her way through the sea of deadly force; carving through them when they got too close and dancing past those who missed by a hair. Yasashi roared again, digging his armored hand into the wall and stomping his foot hard, skeletal hands rose from the ground to try to grab her and hold her long enough for her to- "Chivalric Art
Riposte 'd Orleans!"
They were gone. He'd made them. He'd sworn he'd made so many! Nothing but dust remained in the wake of the brilliant weaving coil of white light. Aquitane whipped her sword down and resumed her horrific march, stalking toward her son like an unstoppable demon. He swallowed, he hadn't even gotten close.
She just didn't understand! Why had it come to this? What the hell had gone wrong? She felt the tension leave her shoulders as she completed the Riposte, letting the remains of the bones fall to the ground before dissolving, no longer held together by Yasashi's quirk. She raised her head up, looking at him as if she was looking down on him. Even so, something cracked a little in her chest. Why was he making her do this? He never spoke to her, never a word, he'd remained distant for so long she'd become convinced he simply hated her or had forgotten about her. Now, finally, they saw one another face to face and he gave her that look. It was so... angry. She screwed up her face. He'd made her promise not to hold back. She took a deep breath and stepped forward and kept her promise to her son. Pressed in a corner again, his armor cracked and torn, struggling to restore itself, blue flames flaring as it healed the bruises he'd sustained. She drew her sword up and to the right next to her head. "Chivalric Art, Last March,
Right Hand of Charlemagne," She said, taking one step back as she raised her weapon high.
At that same moment, Freya hurled herself off the railing, her wings spreading wide. ulla
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