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Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2018 3:10:32 GMT -4
Julen had left the sparring area where that woman with the INCREDIBLY strange quirk managed to do quite the number to him. The resident medical staff was patching him up, nothing major in his mind at least was done to his body but he did need to see some medical attention to make sure nothing got infected or had lasting effects on his body. The person who was treating his wounds was rather efficient at it but shit did that alcohol sting his cuts. "Oi. watch it, that one hurts." he barked at medical staff who was just trying to do their job, he was upset with his performance during the spar since that person really managed to do a number on him.
He was glad at least that Thunder was not there to see such a shameful performance, especially since he was the hit-man of the family and to be taken down like this was a major disgrace. He sat there grumbling with his arms crossed. His tank top was off for once but he still had his basketball shorts on with his red sneakers. His tattoos were in full view to anyone who would look at him. Simple lines tattoos followed his arms shoulders and legs with small circle tattoos at his joints. Most of his back tattoo was hidden by the back of the chair but the hilt of the sword tattoos could be seen to someone who was looking behind him as well. Unlike his quirk's tattoos this one was different, it was black and was not natural, it had been placed there and you could see the difference from his natural tattoos. He sat there pondering how he would deal with people who had quirk that manipulated organic material into weapons. He sat there with his eyes closed as he tried to formulate strategies in his head. The stupid nurse fucking stung him again, he winced for a few moments snapping him back to reality, he shot an angry glare at the nurse. "Just give me a moment. please, im sorry." he said calming his rage for a moment as he moved his hand out of her view and made it into a fist to deal with the painful sting and anger.
The nurse gave a scared yet understanding nod to the man and quickly moved onto the others who were injured from the combat area since clearly he was very upset and she did not want to waste her time on him. Julen was surprised that she didn't say anything back, maybe he really was an intimidating figure? Well it would make sense he never had issues with his grunts at least, they always fell into line but he suspected it was mostly because of thunder's name.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2018 0:27:28 GMT -4
He rolled his eye so hard it almost fell into the other socket. Japan's top doctors, all gathered in one place, to perform a few measly checkups. Not only has the military fished out precious talent from an already limited pool, thus depriving underserved regions of medical attention, but this hoax of a department wanted to capitalize on the recent upsurge of potential puppets. After those fearmongers feverishly refused to engage with superhumans, they suddenly had a change of heart. Yesterday, people like him were dangerous, ticking time bombs ready to go berserk at the drop of a hat. Today, everyone from the lowliest grunt to the highest ranking official was on their hands and knees, licking his boots. Tell us about yourselves, their eyes screamed. So we can use it all against you.Ai scowled. This hole crawled with hypocrites. Even the air reeked of dirty money, inside jobs, and jingoism. It was one thing to slink around among sullied hands, but what wrenched his gut the hardest was the number of civilians that got hoodwinked into this ploy. These bastards roped in high school students. In his eyes, clueless teenagers. In the military's, war fodder. Nothing made him want to vomit more than generational indoctrination. Still, for the sake of his cause, he had to endure. Today served two purposes: fuck up their records, then extract the research for online distribution. The first point got accomplished easily enough. All he had to do was sweet-talk that rookie into letting him "sort files" for her. For the price of one dazzling grin, throwing in a cheap line about being a first-year med student, he had poor Nadaiyo wrapped around his finger. He got shunted to the tent corner, since tablespace proved scarce in this outdoors environment. Encircled by manila folders and rolling cabinets, he sat cross-legged on the dirt. He scanned a document and chuckled. That new grad crumbled before his flirting, but she kept her wits about her. Nothing in this stack of papers was particularly sensitive. To be fair, he didn't expect otherwise. The military was as paranoid as they were corrupt. Tampering with this information provided low gains, but he shrugged off the unfavorable economics for now. He spent the next hour completing his assigned bitchwork, guaranteeing each file at least one erroneous fact or figure, courtesy of his quirk. Scrambling the ink was slow, and his hands were really starting to burn. He handed the fruits of his labor to his temporary supervisor. She seemed a little disillusioned by how sluggishly he went about one simple task. Still, after doing this much, maybe he would be allowed to observe one of their quirk trials? "Ah, I wish I could," stammered Nadaiyo, struggling to maintain eye contact with the young man. "But even letting you shadow me would be a violation of the subject's right to privacy."How about a right to open access, you fucking sellout? he bit back. Instead, he responded with an understanding nod. So much for phase two. Disgruntled, Ai brought an arm over his chest to alleviate an aching shoulder. Planting his ass on the ground for that long could not have been good for his posture. His ears then picked up on some right bitching. He swept his recently halved gaze across the medical tent and saw a man brooding in a chair. Roughed up from a fight, it seemed. He scoffed. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes. He headed in that direction, intending to abandon this zone, when upon closer inspection, his attention locked onto strange patterns painting the man's skin. Ai raised a brow. Although this backwards-ass country was slowly warming up to tattoos, he'd never come across anyone else with this much ink. At least, he recognized the illustration on his back as a product of a fellow artist. Those red lines, however, didn't look quite right. Intrigued, Ai grabbed the closest chair, swung it around, and sat himself in front of the stranger, arms dangling over the back support. He smiled. It wasn't every day he got to play his "Edgy Backwards Chair-Sitting" card. "You have good taste," commented the foreigner. He jutted an indicative thumb over his own shoulder. "The ink work. Who did it for you?"
Although he'd only caught a sliver of it, he could tell the piece was high quality. Subject matter was irrelevant to him, since the dye manipulator could wear any design he wanted. Wanting to defend his reason for taking up the guy's free time, Ai rolled his left jacket sleeve up to his elbow. Embedded along his forearm, toned as ever, was an eye. Two dimensional and constructed with pigments, of course, but lifelike nonetheless, to the point where if he blinked, so might it. When it came to photorealism, he excelled. It also helped that the eye was based off the one he lost, aka a mirror image of the one he still had.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2018 3:26:22 GMT -4
Oh god, not the chair turned around with the arms over the back support technique! Julen looked to the stranger in confusion, he almost wanted to roll his eyes but the man had asked him a rather interesting question. No one really cared to ask Julen about his tattoos before because when he was doing gang work he usually was wearing a full suit. He looked over curiously at the young man curiously, he didnt seem to be injured nor did he seem like the type to be into medicine and stuff...so why was he here? Julen decided he would play around with the young man for a bit to see if he was Julen's type to keep around.
The man asked him about his tattoos so he was going to give him the god to honest answer "Which one? If you mean the line tattoos then that depends on your opinion of religion." he said giving a sly smirk "If you do believe in religion, then god, if not then my mother was the one who did." he said telling the vague truth, his mom and him shared the same quirk with some slight differences do to his father's mingling of his DNA that lead to the crimson reaper's conception. "It's my mutation quirk." he said giving a vauge yet blatant explanation for why the tattoos on his arms leg and chest looked oddly different from the one on his back. He was not ready to open up that can of worms yet, especially not to someone he met five seconds ago.
The young man then rolled up his sleeve to show Julen his own tattoos, he looked at the man's arm closely taking notice of the tonedness of his arms, he worked out often. He then took notice of the tattoo on the stranger's arm, the tattoo was of the upmost quality and seemed to be made of very fine ink as well...did he tattoo himself? well luckily that thought also came out vocally when he thought of it "Did you do this one yourself? It's very well done." he said taking a closer inspection of them, unlike his own tattoos that seemed strange since it was just lines on his limbs and torso this one had depth to it and layers. He really didnt care about other tattoos before, since he surprisingly never paid attention to them before aside from his own since it was correlated to his own power but with this man's it was different. He looked back up at the man and sunk back into his chair and rested his head on his fist, supported by his forearm "You got a name? I could just call you eye guy the wise guy." he said with a slight playful smirk since he managed to leave out introducing himself. "the name's Julen." he said offering his own first.
He then went on to ask him a very straight forward question "You up to no good in here?" he said with a raised eyebrow "You dont look like the medical type sporting some tattoos and you dont seem injured..so why are you here?" his straight forward personalty was very hard for him to disguise, he liked to get straight to the point. He wasn't 100% sure that the stranger was evil or a villain per say. but the man looked to be around his age, and a lot of college students his age were immature people who did stupid things for riots and the sake of political change, he just figured that he was one of those people trying to cause some chaos in the name of their own brand of justice and desires which he fully supported.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2018 10:06:38 GMT -4
For a hot sec, he felt a pang of disappointment at the stranger's mention of religion. Only with his luck could he find himself at the receiving end of another fanatical sermon about the mystical source of quirks. He'd had enough of that at home. His brain went into overdrive, calculating his nearest exit, when the conversation turned remarkably sane. He let out a surprised hmph. "So they're birthmarks, in a sense." It was one thing to be graced with pigments at the start, but when mutations were involved, clearly the red patterns served a purpose beyond mere decoration. Part of him wondered if these lines worked similarly to his ink, able to dance across the skin and serve their master. The corner of his mouth tilted up. Imagine the odds, originating from two different countries yet born with adjacent abilities. He prayed their maker wasn't this uncreative. His expectations to hear more fell short, unsatisfyingly. The man opted to keep his lips sealed, offering the bare minimum. Ai gave a flat laugh. "Alright, I'll bite," he conceded. "What's your mutation?" There was no way he could be impossibly against sharing the details. He'd walked into this tent all battered, after all, and the only opportunities to get this roughed up must have involved a demonstration of his powers. Otherwise, the army bastards would've booted him off the grounds for wasting their time. But Ai knew very well that a demonstration didn't necessarily reflect the full story behind the biology. He ultimately skirted these conversations by hand waving his skill as a hardening quirk, whatever it took to get these military vultures off his back. Not one to abide by common courtesy, he was fully prepared to pester him into dropping more information without reciprocating the gesture himself. However, the one sitting before him seemed to appreciate his art, already earning him points, then suddenly, he proved he was either stupid or confident enough to probe Ai directly for ill intent. He narrowed his eyes. It was likely this man was on the lookout for shady characters, but he had no clues as to why. Given the massive security risks of letting randos enter this base, he had to assume he was talking to a mole of sorts. A government dog. He scowled. "I'm Ai," he articulated slowly. "And what'd you expect? The doors are propped open. Don't be surprised when everyone here gets fucked over by their own arrogance." If this piece of shit decided to have him strapped down and interrogated, so be it. He was more than happy to waste their time and feed these nationalists all kinds of baseless threats and conspiracies. His record was forged and spotless, they couldn't hold him forever. He leaned back, stretching his shoulders with the pull, gaze locked onto Julen's. In the end, he posed no physical threat to the ones topping the authoritative pyramid, and he certainly wasn't about to try. His forte lay elsewhere. Speaking of forte, this guy just wouldn't pipe down, drawing unsubstantiated, yet accurate, conclusions about his mischief purely from his choice of artistic expression. "Such a narrow view, assuming tattoos mean bad news," Ai scoffed, never mind the fact he himself played right into the stereotype. He certainly hadn't come here to sightsee, and Julen had exhibited a bothersome sense of curiosity. He shrugged. "I wish I could say I had something up my sleeve, but only paperwork's been eating my afternoon." The truth was all he had to offer. "Although I'm sure I still somehow messed it up." A self-satisfied smile sat on his face, knowing the mess was very much deliberate, but it quickly dissolved. There was no glory in small victories. But if this guy happened to be a bootlicker, then he might as well share some unsolicited advice. He pointed to the recently bandaged wounds. "I see you were out there playing their carnival games," he remarked, treading finely between teasing and condescending. "So what'd you win? After going through all that, surely you didn't leave empty-handed."It was his duty to cut a puppet's strings. Why anyone would willingly hand over free data and labor to these warmongers, he'd never understand.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 27, 2018 18:54:05 GMT -4
"Yes they are birthmarks caused by my quirk." he said confirming the man's suspicions on what their true nature was, honestly Julen really didnt know. He just accepted his marks as they were, he didnt try to learn anything about them aside from the fact that they could heal themselves and they mimic the appearance of ink on his skin. Maybe it would be something worth learning? If he could learn to create more of this 'ink' on his skin he might be able to increase his quirk's strength and that was something that was incredibly important to julen.
In his mind strength meant everything to him, the weak were just livestock that were waiting to be slaughtered if they got in his way. Speaking of the weak...he looked at Ai's body, it was well toned and Julen could tell from just a glance that the man took good care of himself. From that detail alone he could guess Ai carried some in some form about looking "strong", later on he'd want to test him to see if he was a sheep, test him personally that is, he was a fight nut and coupled with his I'll do it myself ideology it was something that could probably cause Ai trouble later on. As Julen was forming his opinions of Ai the tattoo lover had asked him another question, what did his quirk do? Julen mulled over it a second and decided an appropriate response "You'll find out soon enough, I dont think it's a good idea to reveal all of my playing cards right away." he said putting his elbow on the arm rest and supporting his head with his knuckles.
As this "Ai" continued to speak he gave a snappy remark about Julen's assumption of tattoos, well he wasnt wrong entirely it was certainly narrow minded outside of japan but Julen did side with the ideology of tattoos being bad to a certain degree, he did not agree with it entirely. He moved the strap of his tank top to reveal some of his battle scars and marks from his fights "Well I have tattoos and if I was a good person then i wouldn't have all these non tattoo marks on my body now would I?" he said smirking at the man, he also did flash a bit of his shoulder to see if the man was gonna oogle at him, he did like when people fawned over him. He put his tank top strap back in place and continued his statement "Not everyone with tattoos is bad obviously but it was only until recently people began to accept them. Hell the Yakuza still use tattoos to mark their members dont they?" he said testing the waters to see how Ai felt about gangs and mafia families
Julen was asked yet another question afterwards, the carnival games? Did he mean the semper fi event? Hmmm from Ai's demeanor so far he figured that Ai resented all of this stuff but he had no concrete proof "I did lose but I didn't walk away empty handed. It was a learning experience." he said still looking at the marks that the fucking bone demon monster thing left on his body, under his tank top he was all bandaged up but the pain wasn't that bad since it was mostly just shallow wounds. "And certainly a lesson im not gonna forget for it being beaten into me so roughly." he said as he sat back up and corrected his posture and stretching his neck a bit. He was starting to want to get up and out of this damn tent, it was giving him the willies "Im gonna get out of here for a bit, I hate medical tents, want to join me?" he asked in a monotone voice.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2018 17:20:23 GMT -4
While uncommon, he’d certainly come across his fair share of birthmarks, and every time he did, the result was anticlimactic. The human body hosted a number of mysteries. Among them, inexplicable pigmentation straight out of the womb. From coffee stains to purple spills, these marks graced only a scatter of the population, but his attempts to stir these paints had always ended in disappointment. Now presented with a twist in the usual script, his interest rekindled once more. Marks by quirks. Would they bend to his will? He stared at Julen staring at him and cocked an unamused brow at his stubborn response. “Are there cards worth hiding, or are you just being cute?” he laughed, eyes not. Given how the other redhead arrived a battered mess, his couldn’t be all that impressive. Not everyone's was suited for combat, but then again, this recovering patient deemed his formidable enough to test it in action. So he'll find out soon enough. Ai shifted into a half frown, withdrawing for now. He had, after all, said nothing of his own abilities either. Still, this guy thoroughly tested his patience with obtuse cracks and lowborn simplicity. That aggravating inability to decouple art and morality, intent from effect. His jaw tightened at the unsubtle display of skin, a showcase of permanent damage, each bearing stories, none fading anytime soon. He clicked his tongue and shook his head. "Good person or not, it's a shame to see a perfectly fine canvas go to waste," he said, surprised by his own sincerity. Scars don't play well with ink, which was why he steered clear from physical altercations as much as he could. Other people were free to do as they pleased with their own bodies, but he had to admit, it pained him to see flawless skin blemished, especially on someone easy on the eyes. An absolute shame. "The Yakuza have good taste." A dull response to a dull remark. "Have you ever seen their tattoos in person? They're gorgeous." In this country, decorated bodies struck fear into the common people, sweeping patterns and colors indicating ties to gang activity. But look beyond the specific whys and hows and it was obvious their members invested great care into the art. "I'd replicate their designs if it didn't paint a literal target on my back." He didn't have the resources to take down both organized crime and organized corruption. At this point, he really couldn't deduce Julen's game. His bitterness seemed genuine, fatigue in his voice. If he turned out to be plainclothes security, then the government knew how to rope in the best. It took all he could to swallow a patronizing remark about the loss, though. "Learning experience" was doublespeak for failure. Trying to pitch it otherwise only deepened the foolishness. As he searched for a more polite form of acknowledge, he almost missed the invitation to bring their conversation elsewhere. He tensed. Was this an interrogation? If so, he was more than ready take on whatever cheap tricks the military had in store. "Mhm, one sec." While he still sat within reach, he may as well sate his curiosity. "May I test something? It's harmless, I promise." His hand hovered over Julen's arm, awaiting permission, and once granted, closed the distance. He kept a light grip, fingers hooked underneath, while a gentle thumb traced red lines adorning his skin, elbow to wrist, then lingering at the circle embedded in his palm. Like breathing sans air, he fought to switch on the reflex that was his quirk. No heat meant no effect. The red stayed in place. If these doctors hadn’t been government sponsored, he’d have leapt at the opportunity to understand why genetic coloration evaded his grasp. Such was not the case, and he found himself more disgruntled than inspired. Experiment over. "Looks like you weren't lying when you said it wasn't ink." He pushed himself off the seat and brushed imaginary dust off his shoulders. "Call it artist's intuition." He sent him a cocky smile, all but throwing him a wink since he, y'know, couldn't. He tapped the leg of the chair with his foot, impatience manifesting. "You have somewhere in mind?" At some point, it toppled over onto its side, but he didn't bother straightening it back up. The staff here could deal with it, because fuck them.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 16, 2018 16:38:52 GMT -4
"I don't do cute." he said in a quick and abrasive tone as if it was knee-jerk reaction. He hated being seen as anything other than intimidating or desirable or a good worker for his family, everything else was not needed. in his mind at least, in reality he was just bashful in a certain sense of the word. Julen took notice of a frown forming on Ai's face when he looked at julen's wounds. How annoying, Ai was going to think less of his strength now because of that stupid girl bone demon thing whatever the hell she was, julen might bring her up to thunder, with an outfit like that she'd either make a powerful ally...or a dangerous enemy..
Speaking of allies or enemies...which was Ai? From thing's he has said so far it seemed like an ally but to be honest who knew now a days some of the people in. Speaking of evil people like yakuza..Julen decided to have fun "Yes, I have met Yakuza in person and they do have very well done tattoos, they're very intricate." he said in all honesty. He has killed Yakuza before for thunder when he needed it to be done so he got a chance to see the tattoos, but he just didn't get to see them while the person was alive.
Soon Ai laid a hand on Julen, he didnt move for a second since he had let his guard down for a moment but nothing really happened...what the hell was that? He did say it was harmless but Julen felt like a fool for trusting him so quickly but damn that medication was working fast on his body, he began to walk out of the tent. He did notice that Ai let the chair sit sideways, what a little rebel he mused to himself. he also noticed that Ai did a...what the fuck? did he wink? ...didnt he know he had an eyepatch?..stupid. He really had no idea where he was going he wanted to just get the hell out of there. "You scared to follow me into the woods?" he asked curiously to see if Ai would be willing to follow him. He leaned against a tree in the same area he brought maxi to and pulled out a flask of whiskey and took a sip from it, he let it sit in his mouth for a second for the burn to wake him up.
He closed the lid on it and tossed it to AI "Do you drink?" he asked curiously. "So how bad did you mess with their files Mr. paper work? Also do you work for anyone I should be aware of? For example I work for the Kobayashi family." he said making Ai aware of his position in society
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Post by Kelolon on Oct 25, 2018 21:39:03 GMT -4
Julen - 44 EXP Ai Luo - 44 EXP
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