13 Posts
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15 Years
Male
"Barricade"
Student-Rank Quirk:
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Post by Kenshin Dwight on Mar 8, 2021 4:10:55 GMT -4
Duck, sidestep, block, redirect. Kenshin flowed through these actions as if he knew them by heart, which by this point he may very well have. He appreciated these sessions, he really did, but today was turning out to be one of the slow ones, his opponents no real challenge, and he had been at this for at least an hour so far. His face wore an expression of frustration, not because of any hardship, or any wall he was facing, but because he had yet to face an opponent that day that he wouldn't feel bad about kicking the ass of. What that meant was holding back, and what holding back meant was that he wasn't pushing himself forward, at least not as much as he wanted to. Sure, going through motions was always helpful, it made sure he was solid in his basic forms, but the monotony was starting to get to him. He would be attending U.A. soon, and he needed to be as strong as he could be as early as possible to prepare for that looming fact. He passed by an opportunity to break his opponent's leg, ignored another opening that'd have allowed him free reign over their face, and finally settled on a grapple that involved him taking hold of their outstretched arm, sweeping their feet out from under them, and essentially flipping them in place, landing them flat on their back with a prolonged groan sounding the end of their match.
Changing his expression to a neutral one, Kenshin helped heft his opponent back to their feet, gave them a pat on their shoulder, and walked away. While this could've been seen as somewhat dismissive, even rude, he was enough of a regular here that the others had long since adapted to his mannerisms and knew that he wasn't trying to be mean. His opponent had also quite obviously been punching above their weight, so to speak, and had known that themselves before challenging him for a few matches as some kind of self-imposed test. Briefly eyeing his yet untouched water bottle, he continued on to the punching bag he had been practicing on just a while earlier. He stood there, barefoot and shirtless, his usual workout attire, and checked to make sure his workout gloves were still fastened tight before shifting into one of his ready stances. After all, no matter how good you were, needless damage to the hands was stupid. Taking a stance resembling that of a boxer's, he began raining punch after punch on his target, haymakers, backfists, and hooks all included, among others. Any trained eye with the appropriate experience could most probably see that this was less about form and more about hitting hard, most probably venting, working out all of his frustrations on the heavy object in front of him that was more able to handle his skill than his opponent previous. Kenshin would most probably very soon wrap things up for the day if nothing else happened that was more worth his time than hitting an inanimate object.
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22 Posts
EP
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15 Years
Fluid
"Overkill"
Vigilante-Rank Quirk:
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Post by Harper White on Mar 8, 2021 15:29:28 GMT -4
The Gym was somewhere that Harper had been frequenting more and more with the lead up to the possible UA exams. She managed to get plenty regular exercise from just how she naturally moved around, a lot of urban parkour and… not to mention the less legal activities she got into trying to do some hero work before it was her time. Regardless, if she was gonna even try with UA she wanted to make sure she was at the peak of fitness for it, no way she was gonna let some wide eyed hopeful with no experience and no sense of what it really took to get the job done beat her out on any of this crap. Nah, she needed to make sure she put people like that in their place. She’d appreciate the competition, but only if it was good competition at the end of the day.
Still, the gym didn’t really help her truly push herself. While some equipment had been adapted or modified to help people with quirks, it didn’t really help her train herself. The most she had was a high end treadmill to really gun it on, but things like lifting weights and shit… she couldn’t apply the speed she needed there. And she wasn’t getting experience in how to fight or use her quirk. It was illegal, sure… but if she wanted to be the best she needed something at least close to that.
It was on her way to the punching bags to try and push her speed jabs when she spotted just what she might need. Now usually you sure kids around her age with too many delusions about what they were capable of up in the wring effectively using it as an excuse to play wrestle, but not this guy. He seemed pretty mature if she was honest but with quirks it was never easy to judge a book by it’s cover, and for his height, his muscles… he couldn’t be too much older than her surely. Rolling her shoulders back, hands sinking into the pockets of her shorts, she ended up watching the spar to it’s conclusion, actually letting out a low, impressed whistle. No clear quirk usage that she could see, so the guy just had some clear skill behind him.
“Nice…” She muttered, mostly to herself, watching him exit the ring and slowly following him, at a respectful distance of course. Leaning her side against another unused punching bag it seemed like he was going at it real hard there. Definitely something she could relate to, she probably left knuckle imprints in some of these bags when she let some punk get away when she was doing her vigilante work. He didn’t seem too tired at the very least…
Putting on a smile, as best she could, she decided to approach, hoping to keep a light tone on her entrance so he didn’t get too defensive. “Woooooah there!~” She began with a jokey tone, sliding up beside him and grabbing the bag to steady it and add a bit more resistance. “Ya know you’re wacking this thing so hard I’d almost think you were picturing your high school bully or sumthin’. Though…” She looked down over him, wearing workout gloves, a sports bra, and work out shorts herself. “I can see that’s probably not something you’ve had to worry about. Was’a matter? That last fight not do it for ya?~”
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13 Posts
EP
EXP
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15 Years
Male
"Barricade"
Student-Rank Quirk:
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Post by Kenshin Dwight on Mar 8, 2021 22:10:20 GMT -4
Before he could catch himself, Kenshin let out a noise somewhere between a snort and a tsk before once more controlling his expression to not appear rude. After all, no matter how dissatisfied he may be, he wasn't going to blame his opponent for their inexperience. Everyone needed to start somewhere. However, he still couldn't keep a response of "Yeah, fight." from being tinged with just the slightest bit of annoyance. After a few more hits, he'd hop back, bounce on his feet, then hop back in for another quick barrage, his strikes coming within less than an inch from the bag before him. He usually ended with this, especially when he was frustrated, to make sure he was still in control. Pausing a few seconds after the last punch, he'd pull his body back with a sigh, rolling his shoulders. He'd appear, while perhaps not lost in thought, at least somewhat contemplative as he thought of an actual response, finally settling on something that he felt was enough. "You spend so much time making a knife, sharpening it, only to use it to open cans, you know what I mean? Well, I don't actually know if you do, but it should be simple enough to understand. Sure, basics are good, but it's hard to better yourself when you're just going through motions. I just want to let loose occasionally, and not break someone while I'm at it. Anyway-"
Kenshin would turn toward Harper, or, well, turn his head toward them for the first time, seeing as his body was already facing their general direction. At least, that is, unless they moved, which they may or may have wanted to considering how hard he was hitting the object they were now holding. He would stare at them for at least several seconds, unblinkingly, unmovingly, perhaps even unnervingly before- "-you new here, or just a regular I've somehow missed until now? I've done that before, not noticed people for long amounts of time. You'd think not blinking would make me more perceptive, but I guess I might just be special." Kenshin would put a hand on the back of his neck and give a small chuckle at that last bit of attempted humor, before noticing his opponent previous waving at him from a corner of the room. He waved back, got a thumbs up in return, and nodded back. It was a small thing he did to make sure people he trounced we okay afterward, given that he didn't particularly enjoy hurting people when he didn't have to. After that small exchange, he'd turn back to Harper. "My name's Dwight, Dwight Kenshin. You'll usually find me in here, hitting things, whether they be animate or inanimate. Contrary to my appearance, and what I was just doing..." He'd turn and look at the punching bag for a second or two before turning back. "...to that, I promise I'm not too mean, at least most of the time. Though a certain someone may currently disagree-" He spared a quick look back at the corner. "-they'll get over it soon."
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