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Post by Chise Ishihara on Sept 9, 2018 23:21:03 GMT -4
Another day back at the military base, another day for Chise to look at her options. She entered the military base and looked around, not seeing too many people there at the moment, a few bodies scattered throughout the whole base doing various things from sparring with a military body to looking at the knives and seeing how to use them. Chise decided to sit down and think before she went and did anything. The redhead looked back on the past few days and what she had accomplished up until this point. She had trained here twice previously, once with the Lieutenant of the base and another time with her teacher G. Both practices she had felt like she was getting better physically, stronger in fact. The two different styles of training greatly benefitting Chise in the long run...but was it enough?
The peach haired girl still looked at her possibilities, was there even a way to strengthen her quirk or would she have to reply solely on her improving martial arts skills? If anything, wouldn't it be better if she just joined the police force or something similar? Most of the bodies there had quirks not suited to police work or fighting in any way, so should Chise change her career path from hero to cop? The usually bubbly girl was still quite confused about a lot of things, she wasn't sure who she could even talk to about how she was feeling. She could tell her parents but they would only encourage her to follow through on her dreams, G might say the same things. They didn't have a counselor at the school so her options were limited in terms of venting to another body. A soft sigh left her lips as Chise's purple orbs looked down at her feet below, barely reaching the ground.
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Post by Maximillian Tychus Kane on Sept 21, 2018 19:07:50 GMT -4
Fuckin' piece of shite of a morning, it had been nothing but the "swords" marathon and nothing else, really. The entire morning, he somehow managed to get not two, not three but actually FOUR opponents to spar with, all of whom were swordfighters! In a world with ever developing guns, it was borderline fucking stupid how there could be so many swordsmen!
Seriously, swords were supposed to have gotten outdated like, seven hundred years ago with the discovery of gunpowder. Their inexplicable return simply made no sense and, while quite cool visually, gets repetitive and quickly. Yes -- Maximillian himself confessed that he also used swords, but those were made out of his quirk, controlled with his quirk as a very good alternative to constantly create ice for crowd control. It wasn't like he was being some sort of dark and brooding hero who carried his honorable blade everywhere.
Stop. Breathe. It's over now and, while he was wearing nothing but his plain white T-Shirt and designer tracksuit pants, since his poor jacket was absolutely destroyed thanks to those fights, one after the other, it was all over now. He was relatively healthy, without any grave injuries and that was all that mattered.
A walk is in session, to get that stress off of the body.
Quietly prancing about the combat facilities, letting his cold breeze ease the overheating that some of the more tired practicioners would surely be feeling, Mr. Milkshakes not only felt, but saw a very familiar presence, one that he soon couldn't forget. Mostly because it was a girl with some huge curves and a pervert like him doesn't easily forget those, no sir. She did seem quite crestfallen though and, as per rules of a perverted gentleman, "there aren't curves big enough to mask a lady's frown".
If she wasn't happy or, at the very least neutral, how could he ever enjoy looking at her!? Right now, she was an eyesore and a heartsore, since he really can't stand to see anyone he likes sad. A quiet approach, letting his presence be known by the chill he brought with himself everywhere. Those caring, though naughty eyes stared at her low and sad violet ones. "Chise, love.. what's wrong? You look so sad." The suave british boy asked with genuine care and worry in his voice, almost reaching out to gently cup her cheek and raise her head. Almost being the keyword, since he averted himself from doing it, in fear that she'd reject his cold hand.
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Post by Chise Ishihara on Sept 27, 2018 23:26:21 GMT -4
It felt like a million thoughts were buzzing around Chise's head, trying to decipher which ones she should listen to and which ones her brain was making up to make her feel this way. She never liked feeling sad, she wanted to feel happy and be a source of light to those around her, but right now her light went out, replaced with a cold feeling of sadness. Speaking of cold, it seemed like it had gotten colder by the second. Was the air conditioning on full blast or something? The redhead wrapped her arms around her chest, rubbing her arms in hopes of warming up. Before she had time to think much else about the sudden cold, a somewhat familiar voice rang through the air, asking her what the matter was. A soft gasp left the peach haired girl's mouth as she looked up, seeing the blunette whom she knew as Maxi standing fairly close to the bench she was sitting on. "O-Oh...I'm alright, there's nothing wrong. I'm...just thinking is all. Nothing to worry about" the once cheery girl said with a small 'fake' smile, hoping to convey to the other that she was alright. "You...just frightened me a bit is all. I had forgotten about your quirk for a moment, forgetting you produced ice," Chise said, rubbing her arms to warm up.
In truth, she wasn't alright but she didn't need anyone to know she was feeling like this. She didn't want to make anyone else feel sad when she was the one who was supposed to keep the positive aura going, instead she was the one bringing the negativity to the air around her. Chise silently hoped the other would believe her small lie and continue on his way, leaving the girl to contemplate the thoughts swirling around in her head. If her mother or father were here, she was sure she would be able to talk to them about how she was feeling. Considering where she was, however, that was quite unlikely.
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Post by Maximillian Tychus Kane on Sept 28, 2018 19:27:56 GMT -4
Maximillian's face didn't show any emotion for a second, as he looked down at Chise with absolute, miserable pity over her so many little details about so many things about her right now. They were so long he'd need a list and, instead of saying it out loud, he'd first outline all of them internally, while trying to find the proper words to go against what she had just told him.
First of all, she was an awful liar when it came to her emotional state. Saying that everything was alright and that there was nothing to worry about while looking like the depressed guy whose dog was just killed by a truck didn't really convince him in the slightest. If anything, it just solidified his assumption that something was wrong, since it now meant that the something he suspected was so bad that it was bad enough to garner silence from her, an unwillingness to tell him just what was wrong with fear of being judged? Laughed at, dismissed? What could she possibly fear about revealing the truth to him, one would ask. He didn't know at all, he never understood the issue that some people had with telling others about their problems. Maybe if their problems was with the person asking, then maybe..
Though he didn't think it was about him at all. No, this was something specific to her probably and he wasn't just about to leave without getting to the bottom of it, lest he completely ignore his loving, warm and friendly nature towards most people, specially with people that he liked to be around, that he enjoyed. Chise striked him as the big, curvy beauty of a redhead with the most innocent, loving personality he had seen in a very long time. "Pure wholesomeness" was an amazing expression to describe what he thought of Chise so, to see her looking so sad, with a smile as fake as his self-confidence, it simply wrecked his heart.
Sitting down besides her and sighing, he lifted his right hand and gently pat her head, even using surprisingly skilled fingers to brush her puffy, curly hair a little, the cold tips of his fingers sometimes hitting her scalp, giving a nice little chill to help her calm down. "You're bad a liar as I am a flirt. Please tell me, what's wrong? I don't judge." Maximillian assured in an effort to comfort her, his tanned head turning to face her, his usually sharp, strong eyes doing their best to just remain serene and warm, loving as to lull her into a sense of security where she'd finally unload her problems on him.
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Post by Chise Ishihara on Sept 29, 2018 1:07:40 GMT -4
She really hoped Maxi would let her be and carry on with his day. Though she didn't know him all that well, she still didn't want to make him or anyone worry about her. It would better if she just figured this out on her own, she didn't want to burden anyone by having them listen to her problems and worries. She never wanted to make anyone feel like that. It wasn't like she couldn't tell hi in fear of a negative response, she just wished not for him to worry about what she was thinking.
Before she could say anything else to change his mind, the bluenette took a seat right next to her, causing Chise to get a bit more anxious. Why was he doing this? He barely even knew her yet he was willing to listen to what she had to say? Was he pitying her by sitting and listening? She didn't think he would be mean like that...perhaps he just genuinely wanted to listen to her in hopes of cheering her up. As she thought of the reasons why Maxi wanted to listen to Chise, the redhead felt his hand touch her head, brining her out of her thoughts. Her cheeks grew bright red and her eyes slightly widened, feeling the taller pet her head like she was some little kid. The cold tips of his fingers didn't help, she didn't like when people touched her head. "P-Please don't pet my head....I'm n-not a child," she said, reaching her hand up and gently pushing his hand away. She listened to his words and looked up at him, hearing that he wasn't going to be going anywhere until he heard some sort of explanation from the girl.
Chise's violet orbs looked into Maxi's eyes for a moment before she softly sighed, figuring it might make her feel a little better if she talked about how she was feeling. "W-Well," she began, "I-I've just been feeling a bit down lately just thinking about school and my quirk. Since my quirk is really useful for combat, that's why I was placed in the support studies class. However, all my classmates have grown stronger, learning new ways to use their quirk for fighting and such whereas I....can't really do that. It...It just feels like they're moving on ahead, leaving me behind in the dust to watch them as they accel at becoming future heroes..." the peach haired girl told Maxi, she told him most of what she was thinking, although there were a few minor things she left out.
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Post by Maximillian Tychus Kane on Oct 12, 2018 12:04:15 GMT -4
Huh? She didn't like to be pet? Blasphemy, everyone liked to be pet. Ah whatever, it was alright, there were much more important things to listen to and care about than the fact that someone doesn't like to be pet.
Yes, Chise was talking about thefact that her quirk was not the best for combat, she was plassed in the support studies, though even the students in the support studies have indeed grown stronger. She however, apparently, wasn't improving on the fighting department and thanks to this, she felt like she was dragging behind, left in the dust as she said.
Well, he couldn't relate to that, now could he? His quirk is, to say it mildly, fucking amazing. Some people might say it isn't as good as a lot of other quirks out there but, to him, his quirk was just perfect for him, it let him be creative, smart while still having more than enough firepower to blast through and punch down everything and anything in his way. Thanks to this, one would think he never had problems like what Chise was suffering, though that wasn't the case.
His mind kept bubbling with thoughts and words he wanted to say though didn't know how to say them. Eventually, he dropped all pretenses, let his hands sit quietly on the ground as he spoke.
"Can't relate to that, y'know? My quirk has always been amazing. The more time I spend here, the stronger and more amazing it gets. I'm one of the strongest in my class and, if I keep improving at this rate, I'll get a real big shot for the top five in the entire school.
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It's not all good things, y'know? Just the fact that this can happen and it feels LIKELY means that, unlike you, I am put under tremendous pressure and expectations. From teachers, from peers and even my own parents. It feels like that everyone who knows me expects me to become great and awesome in no time. .. Sometimes it feels overwhelming, y'know?
What I'd give to be in your position sometimes. To take things at my own pace, without the pressure to become immensely powerful really fast. You have so many oppurtunities to theorize and experiment, to let your quirk and your style grow with each other.
You have TIME. But I..? I feel like I'm running late at this point."
Was it wise to simply pour his heart out to her, to show her that even the strong who "leave others in the dust" also suffer from different, though equally challenging pressures? Maybe he hoped that, by showing her that no one was free of those insecure feelings that she was feeling, that she could come to terms with it, that she'd improve at her own pace with all the perks and advantages that she has. At least, that was the best bet he had.
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Post by Chise Ishihara on Oct 14, 2018 23:54:04 GMT -4
Once Chise was done explaining herself, she turned her attention back down to her feet, her violet orbs watching as her feet swung back and forth, just barely hovering over the ground. Curse her lack of height. The redhead listened as Maxi began talking, figuring he wouldn't understand her issues since his quirk was highly capable of helping him become a strong hero. Perhaps talking to him was a bit of a mistake, it just seems like he was bragging about himself. She never really liked those sorts of people...the kinds that brag about how good they are and how they're better than everyone else. Chise experienced a lot of these people, boys and girls, in middle school. Just thinking back on it made the girl cringe. Maxi seemed to fit right into that category.
During his slight pause, Chise contemplated getting up and just heading back to her room, sadly she wasn't quick enough as Maxi began speaking once more...this time his words taking a different turn from how his mannerisms were before. Him being put under pressure? She supposed those with strong quirks were seen as the focal point of the school, the prized jewels that can do no wrong and can only excel from here. The fact of the matter was they had to strive to keep up that 'perfect student' persona, they couldn't make any mistakes. Mistakes only mean weakness, that was why there was pressure on them, pushing them past their limits to do their best. Shouldn't you want to strive to be the best though? Isn't that the end goal of it all? Chise turned to him and nodded, understanding the feeling of exceeding other's expectations, especially those who are near and dear to you. She strived to make her parents proud and now, coming to U.A. wanted to make those whom she knew proud of her as well.
Her position? Take things at her pace? Did they have a set schedule of sorts in the hero class? She hadn't done much in her support studies class, considering they weren't the focal point of the school. Her classes hadn't been hard which left her with lost of free time to do whatever she wanted, be it relaxing or strengthening herself. She didn't think the hero class was essentially tied down to a specific regimen. Were all the hero classes like this? "Who's to say you don't also have time? You have all the resources in the world to help you train and grow stronger. My class...we're even lucky if we get to train with our quirks. Everything is practically prioritized for the hero courses, not support studies. I had to take measures into my own hands and look outside of the school walls for help. You hero students have everything you could possibly need...I don't see why you would want to step into my shoes," the peach haired girl said looking back down at her shoes. Her face remained neutral, no extreme emotion currently present. She just...what did she want exactly? Support? Clarity? Someone to talk to?
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Post by Maximillian Tychus Kane on Oct 15, 2018 9:44:06 GMT -4
They were fundamentally different on so many levels, it was an undeniable truth. Maximillian was very much aware of the disparity between their quirks and the treatment that they got from the school. On an emotional level, he envied the amount of freedom and lack of surveilance and expectations that she was put under, though he rationally understood how this could affect some people, her seemingly included. She had a fervent dream of being a hero as much as she did, though she needed more help and better guidance to really make herself work. Gifted people like him really only had to gain power and learn some basic things about being a hero and he would be on his merry way.
He put himself in that headspace. Of one where he daydreamed, even if for a minute, that his quirk wasn't as versatile as it was and, instead, was one that could only make his arms colder, for example, changing nothing else about his personality. A nightmare of a school life was all that awaited him, of trying to catch up to beasts like Rin, Jasmine, Darren, Yumi, Tetsuko, even some novice though talented guys like Eli. Inevitably, he'd only fit in with the support class thanks to his quirk being very weak for combat, which would deprive him of the proper support he needed to really make it work.
Meanwhile, during the time where he'd be struggling to make meets end with his dream of being a hero, having to take action by your own hands to make sure you don't drag behind too much, people with natural talent for this, be it quirk, personality, fighting capability or even all of the above got everything given to them: support, equipment, teachers, exercises. It felt unfair, it felt infuriating and he himself was part of the group who got all those privileges.
If it got him that worked up, one could only imagine how bad it'd be for Chise.
Sighing a little, he felt the immense urge to just hug her and say that he was sorry for not understanding, hell, he even got slightly closer and opened his arms even if for a second, soon backing away, noticeably apprehensive about it. She had rejected proximity once before already, he'd just be pushy if he tried again. Instead, words would have to do.
"I can.. understand this. I had never given it much thought, though I can only imagine how frustrating it must be that the people who are natural at heroism getting so much support and help that people like me feel overwhelmed and stuck, with no freedoms given to me, while others that have a dream as fervent or even stronger than mine that actually need help and guidance to make.. well, ends meet, no offense, are simply left on a support class with barely no help.
It's unfair. It's unjust. Things should be much on the contrary or, hell, equal for all. I shouldn't be as observerd, forced and dragged around by teachers and expectations as much as I am and you shouldn't be left alone and helpless as much as support students are.
..I..
I never really understood how bad it was until I talked to you. I'm.. sorry." Maximillian felt bad that he was now the one venting to the girl that needed to vent in the first place. How pathetic. The prize student of the heroics course being vulnerable in front of the "weaker" support studies one. Well, at least he had spoken what he needed to say and peace of mind would surely come to him, it didn't matter if Chise mocked or just looked down on him for being that vulnerable as he had been before by so many others.
What matters is that he was honest.
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Post by Chise Ishihara on Oct 15, 2018 10:32:50 GMT -4
Could he really understand what she was going through? They were practically lightyears away in terms of combat skills and progression to becoming heroes. She was nowhere near as close as Maxi was when it meant becoming a hero. She listened as he spoke about imagining how frustrating it must be for people like her to have to look up to the hero classes, just hoping that one day they may be a step closer to their level of ability. It seemed like his words were a record stuck on repeat, the heroes had everything handed to them while the support studies were left with the scraps that no one else wanted. She didn't notice his attempt for a hug, too into her head to realize what he was doing.
Hearing him apologize and end his little rant, Chise softly sighed, her hands closing into semi-tight fists on her lap. "Ever since middle school...I had decided I didn't want to be a hero. That it was no use for someone like me to even try to become a hero when there were so many other capable people. I'm weak, I'm underwhelming, hell even my quirk can't be used to help me fight? What good a hero could I even be if all I have to defend myself are my own two hands? I wanted to forget about my quirk, push it aside as if I never had one to begin with. Since then, I didn't want to be a hero. I had applied to different schools across the globe, those that were more academic based than those that focused on building up heroes. It felt like the right choice for me. I could go to school and not have to feel judged because of my quirk...things didn't turn out how I planned however..." Chise said, taking another breath before continuing.
"The schools I applied to rejected me for unknown reasons. I...I was devastated. If a school focused on academics didn't want me, where else was there for me to go?" the peach haired girl asked, feeling herself tear up but quickly wiped away the tears before they even fell. She couldn't be weak in front of someone like him, she had to stay strong. "M-My parents, though, didn't want me to give up my childhood dream. They sent my application in to U.A. and they accepted me, no questions asked. I was beyond confused, I didn't even know hw I should have felt in that moment. Happy? Angry? Skeptical? All I knew was U.A. had given me a chance when no one else would. Even if I had wanted to throw my quirk away...U.A. wanted to see me succeed in becoming a hero. I still had a chance in their eyes," Chise said, a small smile forming on her face as she sniffled, wiping the stray tears away. She knew it may be childish to be crying about something like this, but with all she had endured up until now, she felt that maybe just this once it was ok to let some tears loose.
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Post by Maximillian Tychus Kane on Oct 17, 2018 12:41:45 GMT -4
Maximillian would never understand, that was the point. No matter what sort of life and situations he had gone through during his entire life, he would never truly "understand" other's pain. There's the thing. People react and deal with problems and situations differently so much so that, even if they were to have a similar reaction, the emotions, the pain and the joy would be relatively, if not vastly different from each other. What could he ever tell Chise that would cheer her up?
Specially now that she confessed that she didn't want to be a hero anymore because of the fact that her quirk simply wasn't made for battle, that she was weak and underwhelming. What good a hero could she be when all she had were her own two hands, she asked. If a school focused on academics, where would she go? How should she feel about this entire situation that her parents put her in, how should she react? Damnit, she really did have quite the load on her shoulders, though a lot of it he found ridiculous.
"So many questions and the answers are all so easy..~"
His demeanor finally became serious, not silly, happy or morose as he had been just a short while ago when he talked about the pressures he had suffered previously, instead, he was now speaking to another student who, at least from what he had picked up on their conversation, looked up to him, even if with jealousy, scorn or just envious contempt.
Those golden eyes that could pierce into a person's very soul, those pure black slits that widened up when talking to her with a stronger, more composed tone that, incidentally, also showed more of his british accent. No more fucking around now. "The best hero that damn ever was, Chise. By definition, only the weakling and the coward are capable of the highest level of heroism!
Is a great hero defined because of their control over ice, or powers to explode anything in your path, torch everything that opposes you!? No, not at all.
Is a great hero defined by how famous they are, the scale of their heroism and the scope of their duty!? Not that either!
Chise.." Maximillian was getting ever so slightly pumped up, so much so he actually got off of his ass and instead knelt down, his right hand slowly shifting to his left sleeve, slowly lifting it to reveal that awful burn scar on his forearm, quietly glancing at it for a second.
"I am no hero. I am much too greedy and selfish for something like that. I love money, I love fame and I love popularity. Jasmine -- is no hero. She has too much trouble properly connecting to vulnerable people and is narrow minded to hell! Rin is no hero. As strong and good-hearted as she is, she is too much of a pushover with next to no strength of character! Yet.. we are the three strongest of 1-A, the first heroics course class." He started to pant just a little bit, the nerves of having to be so serious for so long slowly getting to him. For a while now, he had given up on being a serious and smart guy and instead just take life on the free and easy; this was not a possibility now. He had to help Chise. "Strength..? Power..!? NONE of that makes a real hero! A person of character and of great will, who shall right the wrongs of this world and bring smiles and peace to others, no matter its how small and no matter how it is done will be the greatest hero of this world.
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You have character for this and, under that doubt, I see the will to bring joy to all. Please Chise, believe in me: you can have the power to destroy cities but, if you don't make someone smile with glee at your presence, you ARE NO HERO!" Finally, he was done talking and giving his peace of mind. The entire time, the hero that he never got to know the name of, the one he was sure he had surpassed already by now still remained his idol. That guy's smile and confidence, the way he constantly cracked jokes and one-liners while making sure that the victims, that being, him and his parents were safe and relieved that someone was there; that man was in Maxi's mind.
He silently sat on his ass again, quietly hugging his own knees, feeling ever so slightly embarrassed over showing such an impassioned side to her. Heroism was his one true calling and love, one he got more excited than over anime. At this point, he either expected her to accept his words or to just start mocking him for looking and sounding so corny.
Either way, he has no regrets.
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Post by Chise Ishihara on Oct 17, 2018 13:46:44 GMT -4
Easy? What did he mean by the answers were easy? She didn't think one's emotions could be solved with a simple answer. The redhead looked over at Maxi in confusion, wondering where he was going to take this conversation? She knew he was only trying to cheer her up, but what exactly could he do that no one else had done already? Him, a boy she barely knew, giving her life advice, now that was something she'd have to tell her mom later. She jumped just a bit as his voice got louder than it was before, filled with a strength of some kind backing his words. He almost reminded her of that Kirk boy she had met a while ago, almost.
His first set of words seemed to confuse the peach haired girl even more so than before. The cowardly and weak were capable of becoming the greatest of heroes? That seemed like total nonsense. Only those who were strong in mind, body, and soul would be considered the greatest of heroes. Just what was he getting to? Before she could even speak up and voice her concerns, Maxi began speaking once more, his voice not at all wavering from the power it now had. The violet eyed girl listen as Maxi listed off things that makes a hero great, but it not actually the case. Having a powerful quirk didn't make someone a great hero. Being famous in society didn't make someone a great hero. If none of those things did, then what made someone a great hero? Chise looked down into her lap momentarily, trying to think of what the answer could really be if it was non of those things.
Hearing her name in such a booming voice made her jump a little out of her seat, not expecting him to call her name. She looked back over at him, seeing him now standing up before kneeling in front of her. Her cheeks grew just the tad bit warm at seeing this action, just what was he doing? The carrot haired girl listed as Maxi explained why he wasn't a hero, with all his selfish tendencies. He explained why the girl Jasmine, whom she had never met, wasn't a hero because of her inability to sympathize with those weaker than her. He also explained why Rin, the supposed head of the school, wasn't a hero because of how big of a push over she was. They weren't heroes yet they were the top three in the school. Just what were they then if they weren't heroes?
All of what she had believed just seemed to be thrown in the trash. Her invasion of heroes was reshaping itself based on what Maxi was telling her. None of those glittery details didn't matter. What truly mattered was a good character and a strong will. Those two seemingly meaningless qualities were what made a hero great in the eyes of many. It doesn't matter how the work gets done, as long as you can bring a sense of hope and a smile to people's faces, then you shall be the greatest among all. Hearing Maxi say that she possessed these qualities left her speechless. She couldn't find the words to say to such a response. She couldn't retaliate and contradict his words as she could not find the words to even say in response.
Once he was done speaking, Chise looked at him with semi wide eyes and a semi parted mouth, wanting to response but finding it difficult to do in that moment. The poofy haired watched as he sat down, hugging his knees close to his chest as he seemingly waited for her response to his semi-rant. She wanted to say so many things in response, the thoughts were all jumbled inside her head. What eventually left the poor girl's lips was a soft "thank you". What was she thanking him for? For helping clarify her ideals? For comforting her? For this pep talk of his? She wasn't quite sure, all she knew was that she was grateful in that moment. A few tears pricked the corners of her eyes as she stared down at him, not realizing she was teary in the first place.
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Post by Maximillian Tychus Kane on Oct 18, 2018 19:29:29 GMT -4
This was it now, this was it for Maximillian Tychus fucking Kane. After revealing everything to her in an immensely corny speech about the ideals deep within his heart, she had grown completely silent for what felt like twelve eternities and a half, all of those spent thinking about how she could reply without mocking or laughing at him, how best could she just simply tell him off for something so corny without hurting his pride or feelings -- he assumed, at least. What really was the other option? There was the option where she actually was touched by his speech and was just left speechless herself, though that was impossible.
A slight tightening from his hands on his arms, quietly bringing his knees even closer to his own chest, a position that allowed him to be comfortable and hide his face should the need arise, should she actually start laughing or pitying him with shame. Those quiet, golden eyes of his quietly stared at Chise's own, waiting for whatever was to come next and, instead, all it got was tears. Tears from her, not from him. An ever so gentle twitch of his eyes made them open up a bit more, his irises thinned a little bit, mostly unnoticeable though enough to show that he was surprised with her reaction.
"Thank you."
Thank you? She was thanking him for tha-- oh my god she's one of those that are actually affected by corny speeches, that's actually adorable and ever so slightly sad. Had no one ever taught her the basic principle of heroism, one that appears in every single anime of the shonen genre that even REMOTELY mentions heroes EVER!? Maybe not, she did seem like an adorable, coddled and homely girl, one that wouldn't be a filthy weeb like him. Truly adorable. And without any more thoughts in it, seeing just a girl who had finally gotten answers to so many doubts in her life and was now crying of what he hoped was joy, Maximillian gave a girl that wasn't his mom the first wholesome, nonsexual and non-perverted hug in his life. Instead, he embraced Chise tight against himself, letting her face push itself against his cold chest, his hands firmly on her back while he smile and just let them stay like that, his eyes quietly staring ahead.
"...always welcome."
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Post by Chise Ishihara on Oct 20, 2018 11:16:26 GMT -4
She didn't really know why she was crying, she was stronger than this, she knew that now. She learned to control her emotions thanks to her teacher. Was it because it was Maxi telling her that it was crying? Perhaps not him entirely, but his positive energy and passion about heroism seemed to cut through her doubts. She had been in a rut for what seemed like forever but hearing these words made Chise get emotional. She still had a chance to become a hero. She didn't need any of the fancy gadgets or a flashy quirk to become a hero. Just being herself and showing the passion to help others is what mattered most. Of course, she would save people with a smile on her face, that's the kind of hero she wanted to be. She wanted to be known for her kindness, her drive to help others, saving those with a cheerful smile on her face.
What the peach haired girl didn't expect was to feel a pair of arms wrap themselves around her body, pulling her into a hug. A soft gasp left her lips as she felt Maxi pull her into a hug, a strange yet somewhat comforting action. The violet eyed girl found herself wrapping her own arms around Maxi, returning the hug. This little talk was just what she needed, it may not have fully changed her thoughts, but it gave her a better sense of clarity and confirmation that she needed to hear. Chise closed her eyes and softly smiled, she always did enjoy hugs, although it was a bit weird to be hugging a boy who wasn't her dad. She still enjoyed it nonetheless. Chise pulled away from the hug after a few minutes of just sitting in the other's embrace, feeling her cheeks grow a bit warm from the action. "Thank you Maxi. I promise I'll strive to become a better hero than I already am!" the poofy haired girl said standing up with a confident smile on her face, looking back down at Maxi. "Maybe even one day, I'll be as great as you are," the violet eyed girl said with a chuckle. She doubt it would happen, but it was fun to think about. "Until that day, I'll be working my hardest to become the hero that I want to be! Maybe we'll see each other around more often Maxi. Keep up with the good work!" she said, waving to the bluenette before heading out of the military building. Maxi gave her a new sense of hope, that she could be stronger, that she could become a great hero, that she could do what she dreamed of doing. It's time to strive on!
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Post by Esperia on Oct 25, 2018 4:14:21 GMT -4
Chise 32x2=64 Maxi 31x2=62
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