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Post by Deleted on Sept 28, 2018 7:01:36 GMT -4
Forced Circumstances: Rules: Welcome to the Combat Area's event! Just like every other event, we have a 48 hours IIC (Inactive) time, meaning if you've not posted inside 48 hours of it being your turn, your turn will be forfeit. The event will follow a posting order, based on who posted first. Events are Death Enabled, meaning should your character screw up badly enough, they are in risk of dying. Like in DND, when things come to a clash, or characters attempt to pull off feats that seem questionable, dice may be rolled in the bot channel on discord to determine an outcome. Lastly, make sure you have loads of fun, expanding on your character's stories! Much Love, Fluffy <3 WORD COUNT; TAGGED: TAGGED: Fluffy The layout of the combat area had changed, almost overnight. The military was preparing to pack up their stuff, heading elsewhere in the country to continue their research into quirks. Many of the regular grunts and mooks had already taken their leave, while the more important personalities remained behind. For those that had come there on the final day, several fliers had informed them that there would be a spectacular undertaking and an unveiling of the research that had taken place, within the main command tent. The command tent was still errected somewhat in the middle of the combat area. There were several wires to hook up the place to the electric grid, and even if they were to somehow be disabled, the whole area had their own emergency backup power-system, that could last for at least half a day. The tent was unlike anything a camper or a family could get access to. The cloth was lined with several different layers of carbon fiber, making the clothy appearance durable enough to contend with quite severe punishment. Inside the command tent, several rows of plastic chairs were prepared, with a projector lighting up a white board with the military logo; Clearly the device was meant to showcase statistics, images of the individuals tthat had practiced in the area, or other such goodies to underline a point. There to present the data and congratulate the participants, was Corporal Tanaka Greyson. His features were devoid of any emotion, his stature professional and calm. Hardly moving as the command tent filled up with the individuals that had a vested interest in knowing how the military was going to approach quirkers in their ranks in the future. His hands were folded behind his back, his legs lightly spread, as he adorned the military's colors with pride. For now, the corporal was alone in the area, though more military folk were likely to arrive and support him a little down the line. Specifically some scientists, probably...Aside from the command tent, only two barracks remained deployed. One had been dug somewhat into the ground, displaying the technology to erect a base which didn't reach towards the sky, yet instead kept the personnel safe underground. This had been used for specific tests. Tests that the general public wouldn't have benefitted from seeing. The other barracks was significantly wider and only in two stories. It was the general area where the regular military personnel had been sleeping for the past few weeks, given that the underground barracks had been used specifically for testing and research purposes. Now, the barracks seemed mostly abandonned. There was still some activity going on inside, but it was far from thje buzzing hub of interaction it had been during the glory days of semper fi...Everything was prepared and ready for the participating quirkers to show up. Everything was in place, to give them one hell of a final day at the camp. When the first individuals arrived, a generic recorded message began playing on a loop every few minutes. Welcome, prospect military. Have a seat, and prepare to have unveiled the fruits of your labor in these past few weeks! Thank you for your cooperation. For those that were dehydrated or hungry, there were a few protein bars and plastic cups with water stoved away close by the entrance, giving everyone a little something to withstand the day with. Couldn't have the participants starving or dehydrating now, could we...?
In addition to the quirkers, there were a couple of journalists and otherwise civilians that had been allowed to participate. Afterall, this whole military event could lead to one of the greatest innovations in this century. Accepting quirkers, allowing them to partake in every aspect of society. So in the back lines, with cameras and microphones, the generic press was prepared to have their slice of the news too. Greedy, selfish, looking for their chance at the next great story. How they should be pitied.
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Post by Ryuusei Igarashi on Sept 28, 2018 16:13:11 GMT -4
Dreams breathe life into men. The stars... I'll reach them.
It was the last day of the 'Semper Fi Camp', the name by which the event organized between the japanese military and government had been known throught the days of its short existence. Ryuusei Igarashi had intentions to stay at home. The camp allowed the teenae boy to grow so much in such a short period of time: the rescue training that Cian prepared, the sparring sessions with Darren, the long conversations with Lieutenant Hideaki and... his meeting with Corporal Tanaka. Yeah. With some ups and some downs there wasn't anymore that Ryuusei could learn at the last day. Besides, goodbye weren't his thing. Leaving the camp with a positive opinion of the military and actually considering joining in the future - in the case that Quirkers became more accepted - was surely already much better than any words, hugs or handshakes. However, the day before the last, right when Ryuu was about to head of home, he was intercepted. The man was once more Corporal Tanaka Greyson. Close to Ryuu, he placed his left hand on the boy's shoulder, his right one remaining behind his back. Without even looking at Ryuusei, Tanaka said few words as he glanced to the horizon. "Be sure to come tomorrow."As he finished, without saying much more, the Corporal just kept walking forward. A day later, Ryuusei now found himself at that exact same spot. Well, let's see what's so important, he spoke as he began entering, for the last time, the military camp. With so much of the combat area being already packed or in the middle of that it was easy for someone to figure out where to head to, even if Ryuu didn't even pay attention to the flyers: it looked like the main command tent was the destination. He glanced at the power grid and all the cable coming from the tent before stepping inside. Ryuu found the need for so much electric power weird, but did not make much of it. A white board; a projector; several chairs; a voice-recording on loop; nearest to the entry/exit of the tent some journalists where sitting; at the front, near the board, Tanaka Greyson stood tall. Guess I'm the first to arrive, Ryuu thought, not counting the press and civilians as attendees. Ryuusei chose to sit in the row that was in front of the one where the press was. By other words, the one available that was closest to the pint of entry/exit. He sat down in the chair to the far right, avoiding the middle or being close to other people. As he sat, Ryuu shook his head in aknowledgement to Tanaka. The Corporal looked at Ryuu, but didn't seem to aknowledge him back. Nothing surprising there. Already sitting down, Ryuusei adjusted his clothes in order to feel confortable. We was wearing a light purple zip up hoodie, beige pants and black shoes. On his left ear his usual earing and his neck empty without the necklace he always wore. Hearing the voice-recording that kept on looping, he grabbed his phone, checking his latest conversation with Rin. ~~
Rin: Ryuu-kun. The miltiary had captured several villainous quirk users, including the shark that fought Darren-san in the park. They wished to test what the capabilities of quirk users were. Given that I was... unfortunately ranked as the number one student, they arranged for me to be used for a test. In a fight with the shark. I managed to take a blood sample from the shark, as his behaviour was very... erratic. It turned out that his system was constantly being pumped full of an alternate Quirk Enhancing Drug. With a bit of digging, I believe the medical station of the military has been... researching horrible ways to take advantage of quirk users. I'll be going there later to get some answers. I have a bad feeling about it all, so do watch yourself, okay? Love, Rin. Ryuusei: A test to evaluate their progress... I hope you're fine, Rin-chan. I'l be at the combat zone today, so I'll keep my eyes out for something. Don't worry about me. And I know that you're strong, but... be careful, okay? Love you, Ryuu. ~~
The fruits of our labor... Ryuusei thought as he texted Rin once more. ~~
Ryuu: I'm at the command tent. The press and some civilians. So is Corporal Tanaka. I think he is going to reveal something. Might have something to do with what you said. I'll try to keep you updated. Be safe, Rin-chan. ~~
As he locked the phone and put the device back inside the pocket of his pants, Ryuusei leaned back and relaxed his body against the back of the plastic chair. He was calm, cold, yet intriguided: what was that presentation going to be about? Notes: Ryuu's outfit!Words: 802.Tags: Luzia Gottschalk @zer1000 Robin Engell @plushies Naoru Kehai kogami Kasey Setsuna
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Post by Luzia Gottschalk on Sept 28, 2018 18:23:05 GMT -4
Why was she here? She got what she wanted, right? She didn't meet with a military guy... and how she did that was actually kind of interesting to think about... weren't they supposed to be super viligant? She had come around during the past couple days of this whole... Simmer High thing, so maybe she was just lucky. She wasn't complaining, though; she still didn't want anything to do with the military; they were basically just cops with more power, and the cops were bad enough....
Luzia shook her head, purposely derailing her train of thought when it was getting way off track. None of that really answered the question in her head, though she didn't really know if she could. Her insides squirmed uncomfortably at the prospect of staying here longer, but still, she was here. Maybe it was curiosity... something big was happening today, right? Something interesting? Maybe they were going to reveal some sort of new tank or something... Luzia couldn't help but smirk, imagining taking that tank and blowing up the city with it. On the other hand, she frowned at an alternate mental picture of the military suddenly busting down the doors, shooting everyone with tranqs and taking them to some sort of research facility. That idea made her shiver, but she shook that away, too; she'd be able to handle that, no problem. She'd avoid the darts and get out of there in the chaos.
Despite her best instincts, the pink-haired girl shuffled her way into the tent that was supposed to be the last event of the Simmer High thing. She sniffed the air softly, not even crinkling her nose at the slight mustiness in the air. It wasn't the first time in a tent for her, and every single time it always smelled like the air was musty, but she had smelled a lot worse things so she wasn't bothered. She was dressed today, as always, in simple clothes, if bright; she wore black jeans and a bright pink shirt with an almost hypnotic swirling pattern of a bright blue, and wearing a red backpack, too.
"Welcome, prospect military. Have a seat, and prepare to have unveiled the fruits of your labor in these past few weeks! Thank you for your cooperation."
Luzia was, as always, was keeping her head low, trying to melt into the background, despite her clothing, but the message made her look up in surprise, but she quickly tilted her head back down. Yeah, there was no way she was gonna sit... she was way too on edge, and that was keeping her alert, so even if she wanted to, she wasn't gonna.
Looking around, she wasn't the only one here, which she sorta figured, but she was one of the only people her age. She didn't recognize anyone, so she wasn't planning on approaching someone, but she couldn't help but be interested in the press people. She couldn't help but feel a little bit of pride in seeing them; they reminded her of her episodes as the Painter... and that made her think about the fun of being the Painter... and that fun... that made her blood electric...~.
But, she couldn't feel like that. Not now. Not with the military around her, not with the press, and not with the hero kids. She shook her train of thought off the trails again, and shuffled her way as subtly as possible towards the snack bar. Might as well grab a couple drinks and food while she was here.
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Post by Robin Engell on Sept 29, 2018 0:28:09 GMT -4
‘It’s over?’
Two words like brakes that stop short an engine running in his chest.
‘The kind of person you are,’ Ryouta had said, ‘is the person who runs.’ Words that had eaten him, eaten the pride as a reject he’d kept tucked away, slowly and subtly until he hadn’t noticed he’d been wounded at all. The last few days had been long and heavy and dense with thought, filed away as he’d come back to base to watch the quirkers, watch their efforts and their struggles and their passion, each dense with hope in places he felt light.
He had tried to find it, the place that man mentioned, the place he could run forward to with eyes ahead.
He’d come to Japan to hide, that much he admits to himself with spite in his eyes. Excuses and hopes of heroism that he’d preached to his father and his counselors and the recruiting staff – every word was a cover, he realizes, a blanket he tucks himself into and ducks himself under to hide from the loneliness of where he’s from, self-imposed isolation. Mocked and berated as an ‘other’, as a quirker, as a degenerate, as someone trapped between boy and girlhood, between delinquency and hikikomori, reality and fantasy. He didn’t belong, he doesn’t belong, and he would never belong.
‘Maybe I’ll belong here,’ he’d lied to himself as easily as anyone else.
Coming to the base had been a whim that day. Languishing in alternative studies, prodded by a counselor, he’d attended and wandered and taken pictures to prove he’d been, evidence in the event of interrogation. When Ryouta had prodded him in turn, attacked him and uprooted his sense of self, security and identity – when Yumi had caught him off guard with candid joy and enthusiasm and acceptance, he felt himself shift. Slightly, imperceptibly. Subtle enough to forget.
Not subtle enough to ignore.
And so he watched, and he tried to find his goal vicariously through those around him, those with the energy and heart to chase whatever it is they chased.
They’ve closed the gates before he finished searching.
Bitter eyes and bitter heart – heavy sneakers slog into the massive tent that morning, grind and slap on the pavement below. One, two, three, four, five protein bars are grabbed and stuffed in a bag already full with snacks, one ripped open and torn in half by gritted teeth that gnash and sigh.
There’s no interest in his eyes, no thoughts or feelings for their project or unveiling. Instead, they’re filled with the crowd, journalists and students and civilians – no one he recognizes. Plastic grinding on pavement as a plastic chair is gripped and pulled – he sits, leans forward, lets his head hang between his knees.
“I got up early for this? Come on.”
Mumbled in native English, and definitely audible to anyone in an adjacent seat.
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Post by Naoru Kehai on Sept 29, 2018 4:10:59 GMT -4
Sometimes the only pay-off for having any faith Is when it's tested again and again everyday I'm still comparing your past to my future It might be your wound but they're my sutures To be completely frank, Naoru didn’t trust the military one bit. While he approved of the idea of common folks and military personnel learning more of the quirkers for co-operations, the Semper Fi camp made the whole movement seem more like an experiment than anything else. He knew most of the people here had good intentions, and they really wanted to understand the people with unique abilities and co-exist with them. But after the little time he spent in the camp, he couldn’t help but have this vague suspicion that something was going on. Maybe it was his paranoia resurfacing again after he became so composed in the atmosphere of U.A. high. Maybe it was just that he was seeing eyes watching them with ill intent and harmful curiosity instead of genuine interest. Maybe he was in the wrong, but he could never be careful enough. As the military facilities were slowly closing their gates to the public, and the training was coming to an end, Naoru caught the news of a closing event that they were welcome to attend where the military would unveil their findings. With some unease and much more curiosity, he decided to see what the military had in tow for them one last time. If it was up to his father, Naoru would have spent the whole month in the military camp. His father couldn’t be happier that people seemed to be interested in quirkers, and he urged his son to attend as much as possible. Naoru only kept him updated about progress, and was careful never to mention any of his suspicions. His father would call him paranoid anyway. Maybe it was his time back with the psychologists, or with Sutetchi, that made him less trusting of those that showed interest in quirkers. Naoru was no mind-reader, so he could never be sure of intentions if it was coming from unreliable sources. It felt as if the military only saw them as weapons, reverence to the exceptions that did not. In hopes of proving himself wrong, he walked to the main tent erected in the middle of the combat area. Following some inclination, he pulled out his phone and typed a message for the person he had the chance to spar with in the area, his classmate, Kutsushita Ito. It is the last day at the military camp and they said they will reveal something about their findings. The press is here too. I will be in the combat area main tent if you are interested in coming as well.He sent the text, and looked through his previous messages and bit his lips before typing another one, for a completely different person. I am at the military camp for a short while. I can head over after I am done, if you want.After sending that last one to Sutetchi and hoping to get a reply later and see the young man after this job is done, he concentrated on the matter at hand again. Nearing the tent and stepping into it, he decided to carefully observe even though there seemed to be nothing amiss as of now. The chattering of the few civilians and the press filled the area. He carefully stepped around any crowd forming and instead walked toward the rows of chairs to take a seat somewhere near the edge, paying no attention to the snacks table, as he didn’t intend to stay for too long anyway. He only found one person familiar among the people, as the blonde sitting at the back row reminded him of someone from school. He couldn’t be sure of the familiarity, especially since the boy wasn’t wearing a uniform, so he dismissed the suspicion and sat down. He wasn’t wearing his uniform either. Donning instead a slightly more casual form, he decided to wear a black button-up shirt with black pants. His Aura was out and about, settled around his upper torso and arms as a strange, white coat with a fluffy neckline. Anyone could have mistaken it for a real jacket. His left hand, the one not made of flesh anymore, ended in claws as usual, but much smaller, appearing like any normal hand at first glance. After spending so much time with rather accepting people in class 1-C, he found it much more comfortable to have his Aura out even in his everyday life. His hair was still carefully brushed to hide part of the markings on the left side of his face, and the pale grey contact lenses were present as well, but he could still consider this much a progress by now. He kept his head low, but couldn’t help but look around curiously. The man standing at the front near the white board was unfamiliar, but considering he was proudly wearing the military uniform, Naoru could take a wild guess at his status. As he didn’t spend too much time at Semper Fi before, he hadn’t the chance to meet many of the higher-ranked military personnel, but it seemed like he will be fortunate to meet one now. It made sense that a higher-up would be the one presenting their results, but it just made him be slightly more on edge instead. The many power-cables running into the tent were also rather strange, considering Naoru couldn’t see anything in sight that needed so much power, but maybe it was all just for the air-conditioning. He checked his phone again for any replies he might be getting, and hoped Kutsu would come so Naoru wouldn’t feel so alien and alone in the tent full of strangers. When he heard a slightly annoyed mumbling from nearby, he turned to see a foreigner, hunched and grumpy. He knew a little English, so he could understand the root of his annoyance, but he didn’t comment. It might be rude to put his nose where it didn’t belong... right? “It will start soon.” He said in accented English, to no one in particular, but clearly there for the boy to hear. So much for not butting into other’s business.MADE BY VEL OF GS
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Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2018 9:12:59 GMT -4
i wonder how many wishes a star can give Given what happened the other day, he felt so ready for the end of Semper Fi. When he put away his laundry that night, he still found burnt pieces of fabric stuck to his back. The army meant well. He admired them for exploring new options regarding militarized quirks. But sampling from their wide menu of events had resulted in trauma after trauma. Today would be a rest day, he assured himself, determined to neglect an outstanding invitation to their grand finale. Whatever they had scheduled, he knew they wouldn’t miss him. Nevertheless, this self-administered free time ought to be used productively. Sir Hopsalot needed an upgrade, and thanks to Mari's help, he knew what to look for at the crafts store. He’d been taking it easy, strolling through the area, not intending to step through those ominous gates. Habit had led him here, but flashbacks to killer robots and runaway bombs had kept his feet moving. As usual, attendees flowed inside, chattering, their excitement palpable in the summer heat. He shook his head. Not today. Ping.His pocket vibrated. Pulling out and unlocking his phone, he visibly tensed. Sharp inhale through his teeth. He held the screen a distance away, as though the text were about to jump at him. Within eyeshot of the base entrance, the boy paced in indecisive circles, internal conflict clear upon his face. On the one hand, he currently felt the opposite of mentally prepared to engage in another stressful activity. On the other, it was likely that this event would purely be a formality, an official send off of sorts. His message had mentioned the press, after all. There’d be a big speech. Nothing more, right? Squaring his shoulders, his brows furrowed in determination. One last learning experience. As he’d done the previous days, he walked past security, authenticating himself, and made his way to the combat area. He knew that if their situations were reversed, Naoru would do the same for him too. He pulled aside the tent’s draped entrance, noting the odd choice of material that umbrellaed the audience inside. The press were indeed here. Cameras and mics decorated a throng of sharp eyes huddled on the other side. The mixed equipment unnerved him, but it looked tame, comparatively. A table of snacks caught his attention, followed by a head of white hair. He snagged a couple and wove through the sea of folding chairs until he stopped in front of his friend. “Naoru, there you are! I hope I didn’t make you wait too long,” he chirped, both hands raised and waving gently. Looking down, confusion floated among his thoughts. "It's also little warm for a coat, isn't it?" He blinked. Déjà vu nipped at the back of his mind. He glanced to the side and tried to read his friend’s conversation partner. The dark-haired boy’s features rang zero bells, but since he was with Naoru, they must know each other. Not wanting to appear too distance, he sat himself in the remaining free seat opposite his bundled up classmate, sandwiching the unfamiliar face between himself and his friend. Dropping his bag, thankful to be free of its weight, he turned to offer a hand in greeting. “I’m Kutsu, I go to Yuuei with Naoru,” he explained, nodding to said boy sitting behind him. Afterward, he peeled the wrapper off his granola bar and took a bite. He dug into his jacket pocket for the rest and held them out to the other two. “Want any? They’re almond!” Whatever the military had to say, it must be a big deal. Their one chance to grab food would soon pass. He let out a drawn out breath and leaned back into his seat. A cursory survey of their surroundings told him this wasn’t an entirely public affair. Many students from his school had participated in these experimental shenanigans, yet he could hardly spot anyone else. He brought his gaze forward again and convinced himself they were just early. A pause. Then an open question to supplant the silence. “Do you have any guesses about they’ll tell us?” This whole affair had been a research opportunity for the national government, and based on what Naoru had sent him, there were results to share. “Maybe they found aliens. Using someone’s quirk,” he mused, hushed. It was difficult to imagine anything mind-blowing, though. Aside from the medical facilities, the other zones seemed more like playgrounds, and he didn’t notice anyone keep close watch. He could only hope the others were more perceptive.
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Post by kogami on Sept 30, 2018 0:04:45 GMT -4
"Am I late?"
With the event of training on the base now coming to a close, Kogami was curious about the end research of what the military was experiencing or incorporating with the use of quirks. Even with the idea of heroes and quirks being relatively fresh in everyone's heads, how it mattered and interacted with the first line of defence of their nation was what intrigued the younger was how it would incorporate in the armies of today and move forward after their quirk inclusion in military-related scenarios was explored? Whatever the case may be, Kogami found himself trailing by as he entered with the rest before the area was closed off to those that were supposed to be present in this event.
Looking around, Kogami saw that there were a few complimentary snacks and beverages for those that attended, taking a small cup as he took his seat down and paid attention to the main speaker. Nothing of importance was going on at the time being in the sense of something supremely major being uttered. Or better yet, it was nothing that stood out to Kogami as of yet.
"I wonder when the question and answer portion will open up....."
He noticed that Teika guy having a conversation with someone else, not too inclined to interrupt the man. He may have finally found someone he was familiar with, which made Kogami happy for the other. He seemed a bit sad or lost that he wasn't able to run into anyone, the disposition changing was well enough.
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Post by Kasey Setsuna on Sept 30, 2018 1:38:32 GMT -4
Their worst fears, she had already lived. Perhaps that was the reason she obeyed her ordered to investigate, as well as participate. After all, her employer had found and uncovered her past by just a little of digging. After all, Kasey knew he was the one who funded and paid for her skin to be ripped, torn inch by inch during that time. The feeling of her nails being pulled back, the sensation of her blood pouring onto the ground, stopping her heart as it ran out, only to start again an hour later. It seemed that no matter how hard she tried to move from that event, it haunted her, and pushed her, or rather, pulled her back into it. The needles, the knives... . . . She pushed the flap of the tent and entered within. The material feeling strange in her hands as she touched it, settling within. It was not cloth, nor a weather resistant or proofed tarp. No, it was something that Amadeus would have, and probably did have. It must have been why it was familiar to her. Strange, was the only word she could think of. But she looked past it. Her body was covered in a silk black bodysuit, something soft to the touch, to hide every inch of skin possible, save for her face and ears. But from under her skin, she had grown and shaped a mask to protect both herself, as well as her identity. She wasn't sure what name she should have appeared under, so to play it safe, seemed like the best bet. Her white hair was chalked and colored temporarily for the night. A deep and bright violet that was tied up. Her face covered in a skull like mask, she wandered in, her eyes catching a pink haired female. She froze, standing there, thinking of what to do, what to say to her. Kasey gathered herself and ran towards her, no faster than a brisk walking pace. When in earshot, she would ask, careful to not yell and get them both a set of eyes they didn't need. "Cherry! We've been-" bearing she would see that she was shorter, just enough for her to notice, and her body full of more youth, her skin softer, and a scent that did not carry sugar with it. "Sorry, nevermind, I mistook you for someone else..." Kasey said, turning away from her, embarassed. She would reach out to grab a few of the nutritious bars, taking them and the wrapper in her hands. Lifting them to her lips, her teeth would dig into the plastic tearing it, as well as the meal from it, feeding herself. She was nervous. She wanted to go home. But a night spent for a week off, seemed like a good trade. ~ Word Count: 469 ~ |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2018 14:32:05 GMT -4
WORD COUNT; TAGGED: TAGGED: Fluffy As the assortment of individuals was gathering, alongside the civilian press, another member of the military showed up. The one responsible for getting this little thing properly started. Seargent Yoshi Miwa, one of the only females in the combat quarters who had pressed past the rank of private, greeted Tanaka at the front of the setup. Saluting her superior, a couple of words were exchanged, before Tanaka took a few steps. His eyes had met with one of the individuals, one of the only quirk users in recent history, whom he saw potential in. One of the only quirk users he'd acknowledge as being worth anything. Not that he believed Ryuusei Igarashi was worth much, at least not yet, but through their interactions there was some degree of value. As such, the military man addressed the young in a somewhat hushed tone, making it quite clear to the gathering that their interaction was of personal matters, rather than the military gathering in general. "Igarashi-san, would you mind coming with me for a few moments?" Assuming that the young boy did, the two of them would step out through the back exit of the tent, temporarily leaving the area. Tanaka would lead Ryuusei Igarashi to a rather open area, between the two barracks. Here, he intended to have a little chat with the boy...In the meantime, Yoshi Miwa took a few moments to ensure that the remaining guests outside were allowed in. After that, the tent was essentially locked down, disallowing light from the outside to enter in. The screen lit up with several different infographics. The infographics were addressing several of the issues which the military had with allowing quirk users into their ranks on a general basis; The current slide presenting the percentage of the populace with a quirk, versus the percentage of populace without a quirk, versus the percentage without a quirk that would function inside the military. The number, over the past twenty years, had significantly dropped. Placing her hands behind her back and taking a somewhat strict pose, Yoshi Miwa began explaining some of the infographics. Introducing everyone to what the military's agenda was with this camp. "Welcome everyone to the final day of Semper Fi here at the Tokyo district. The government has been keeping an eye on birth rates and the development of quirks in the populace, recently having decided that, if they are to maintain a military, quirk users need to become involved." Up until this point, everything had been professional, calm, collected and as you would've expected......but Yoshi Miwa's face soon turned grim, as she lowered a pair of glasses over her eyes, a wicked smile on the seargent's lips. The second slide popped up, as a loud siren began barging through the tent. On the whiteboard, was a very clear message. Quirk users are better dead than in the military! The sprinkler system, meant to combat potential fires within the tent, went off simultaneously, sprinkling everyone present with a strangely sweet and thick liquid. It had a scent of honey, yet tasted more like a thick syrup. One thing was for certain, this was not meant to put out any fires. A flashbang went off in the middle of the room, likely blinding and disorienting everyone; The sound loud enough that anyone sitting close to the center, would have their ears ringing for minutes to come. When people eventually began coming to their regular senses, Yoshi Miwa had disappeared. The whiteboard had changed to a new slide, explaining the contestants current predicament. For oh yes, they were going to play a little game.The liquid contained in the sprinkler system comes from a quirk user; X320. It was their quirk which allowed the development of the Quirk Enhancing Drug, or commonly known as QED. It's addictive nature is meant to bring you closer to subject X320, eventually allowing her to absorb your consciousness into a hive mind. You have an estimated twenty minutes before you'll begin losing your mind. X320 is located in the underground barracks and must be killed for you to retain your sanity.
However, even if you miraculously destroy X320, you'll still require the antidote to the drug coursing in your system; An antidote found in the other barracks. The government is certain that quirk users hold the keys to the future. We're here to prove you wrong. Split into two groups and come at us with your best. Failure to do so, will lead to your inevitable demise.
Best of luck, Quirkers............................................................................................"Ryuusei Igarashi-san. I am pleased to see you could make it. Quirks like yours could be highly useful in the military. I've pulled you aside because I wanted to discuss what we're going to do with you in the future. I am reluctant to let you go---" Tanaka offered Ryuusei a smile. An uncanny smile. It felt fake, yet genuine, at the same time. It was at about this time, that the noise inside the tent began. Tanaka, turned around, looking concerned. "No, Lieutenant, you couldn't have!" For a few moments, Tanaka seemed shaken to his core...Turning to Ryuusei, Tanaka quickly explained the situation. "Listen, kid. The lieutenant has decided to go against orders, and has done something unspeakable. All the people in that tent, have been infected. It spreads like a virus, person to person, making people lose their minds. We have to contain this. I need to go to command and get things sorted, but it seems I have a mission for you.
The people in there, who you called friends... You'll need to make sure their sickness cannot spread. No matter the cost. Even if you have to kill them. If this sickness spreads, all of Japan could be at risk. Do you understand?.. You need to do this, not just as a military service, but as a hero. This contagion absolutely cannot spread. Godspeed, protect Japan."
With that, Tanaka was heading off towards the barracks in all haste. Things had already begun escalating. Now it was only a matter of time...Discuss ICLY to come up with two groups. One group will head for the antidote in the upper barracks, one will try to stop the source of the corruption. You've got 8 rounds total in either of the two threads. I will be posting both of these threads once this round of posting is over. If the eight rounds timer run out, without the subject x320 defeated or an antidote consumed, you'll be in serious trouble!
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Post by Ryuusei Igarashi on Oct 1, 2018 17:22:07 GMT -4
Dreams breathe life into men. The stars... I'll reach them.
Not long after Igarashi Ryuusei took his seat right in front of some journalists and civilians more people - everyone more or less of his age, by the looks of it - began entering the tent. First, a pink haired woman. This one Ryuusei had no idea about her identity. Following her, two teenagers: one with white-haired and what looked at first glance like a scar on his face and the other black-haired and common looking. This two - or, at least the white-haired one - Ryuu was sure that they also were Yuuei students, despites never having talked to them. He could say the exact same about the other two kids that entered after. The last to enter Ryuu couldn't identify even if he wanted because of the outfit and mask the figure was wearing. Ironically, this was the only person inside that tent that Ryuusei had already met before at Yuuei. If the golden eyed teenager was listening careful to the conversation of others he could've probably confirmed that they were all also from U.A. However, Ryuusei's mind was blocked. He was just waiting, seeing what was about to be revealed. It was like he wasn't even there but, at the same, his eyes were focusing solely on that white panel. "Igarashi-san, would you mind coming with me for a few moments?" When Ryuu looked to his right, the man who spoke was already almost exiting the tent. Tanaka didn't even stopped while speaking to Ryuu. Without thinking much about it or how others would probably take notice of this, Ryuusei just stood up and followed Corporal Tanaka - just like a good soldier. The older man was standing in an open field as Ryuusei approached, coming from the inside of the tent. Hey, he said in a cold tone, just to get Tanaka's attention to his arrival. "Ryuusei Igarashi-san. I am pleased to see you could make it. Quirks like yours could be highly useful in the military. I've pulled you aside because I wanted to discuss what we're going to do with you in the future. I am reluctant to let you go---"Yes. Ryuusei himself was strongly considering joining the military. He had even went to meet with Elise in order to learn more about the Pirncipal of Yuuei, a well-known former military man that could potentially facilitate the relation inbetween Ryuusei, the military and U.A. So, hearing Tanaka talk about how he was not willing to let Ryuu go away actually sounded good to the 1-A Vice-President. But then other sounds started to be heard. They came from the tent. Slight chaos, but Ryuu couldn't understand what it was or what was happening. He was looking at the tent. The next sentence by the Corporal gathered Ryuu's attention, making the boy turn to him again. Lieutenant? Is he talking about... Lieutenant Hideaki?Just after finishing his thought, Tanaka began to quickly explaining what was probably happening. "You need to do this, not just as a military service, but as a hero. This contagion absolutely cannot spread. Godspeed, protect Japan." And, with that, Tanaka started to walk off in a rushed way, heading towards the barracks. Not even giving time for Ryuu to ask him questions or really think about all the information. Ryuusei Igarashi entered auto-pilot. Grabbing his knife, he started to rush himself towards the tent. He had to do it. There was really not much to think about. They were now threats, so they had to be eliminated - with or without Ryuu's help. He had already locked all of his pieces of clothing and weapon, ready to activate his Quirk at any time. He was right in front of the tent. About to open it, his right hand already touching the clouth. Then, on his mind... What are you doing?Ryuusei's body went cold. Not now. Of all times, that voice couldn't come up now. He already knew what he had to do, he did not need that "thing" to push him even more forward. Think.Think? What could there be to think about?! His options were simple: he whether saved the Yuuei students and made the entire country at potential risk or he could make his best effort - no matter how bloody - to make sure that there was no risk at all. But it was by thinking about this terms that Ryuusei realized... He took his hand of the cloth and moved backwards, away from the tent. What am I doing...?, he mumbled It would be easy to think that Ryuusei's hesitation was due to fear, of regretting the decision to kill of fellow students and members of the public and press. That wasn't true at all. If Ryuu had to do it, he would've. No questions asked. But Tanaka's last words kept looping. Military service? I owe you nothing, I still haven't enlisted - he thought while, with his free hand, he took out his phone, writing a message - And as hero? - he finished writing something else as he kept thinking, sending the message before putting the phone back into the pocket - You should know this better than others: I'm no such thing, Tanaka.Ryuusei inhaled deeply, just like that, stopped himself from breathing. He, his clothes, his weapon - all completely invisible. He began moving at a decent rhythm, but also one that allowed him to concentrate well enough to keep his lungs out of air while working properly. He would not try to kill the ones inside but he also wouldn't help. He didn't care, really. Not at that point. At that point not even Japan mattered. The whole world could wait for there was a thing more important than that: to Ryuu, that important thing was himself... his path. And so, in a selfish decision, he used his Quirk to follow Tanaka. Ryuusei did not care if the Corporal blaming the Lieutanant seemed off; he did not care about what had really happened inside the tent. It was a matter of pride. Ryuusei would make his own way, not one that Tanaka had suggested, not at this point. But it was also curiosity, a feeling explained by the message he sent to Rin before activating his Quirk. ~~
Ryuusei: Something is definetely off. I'm following someone to confirm it. I'll talk to you later. ~~ And, invisible, off he went. His mind was ice cold. Tanaka Greyson found Ryuusei Igarashi to be an interesting asset, so Ryuusei made sure that the decision he took was equally interesting. A man who follows is own path, no matter the circunstances, might be the most dangerous one...
... or perhaps he could simply be a fool.
Notes: I'm glad Ryuusei wasn't inside that tent... I think.Words: 1,123.Tags: Luzia Gottschalk Robin Engell Naoru Kehai @plushies kogami Kasey Setsuna @fluffy
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Post by Luzia Gottschalk on Oct 1, 2018 20:16:45 GMT -4
Luzia bit into a granola bar as she stared at people, ignoring the fact that she didn't like almonds, watching people pile in one by one... and absolutely none of them she recognized, though that wasn't really a surprise; they were all Yuuei students, she didn't know them all... hell, the only person she did recognize was one of the reporters; a guy that did his news online... she even remembered answering a few questions for him about what she thought of the Painter... of course, she had to be subtle, but it was still funny to her how she talked about herself in that and no one knew. She was even giggling slightly at that, a rare sense of pride welling up in her for being so clever, so stealthy, so-
"Cherry! We've been-"
The pinkette blinked out of her grin, turning her head to the other, briefly forgetting to hide her face when someone addressed... her? Luzia didn't recognize the name, but person apologized, apparently confusing her for someone else... which was actually kind of disappointing. She liked the name Cherry... it was pretty. Made her think of... well, cherries. She actually kind of wished that was her name... it was sweet... like someone actually cared about her. Like she was someone's milkshake, or candy....
That thought brought her right back down into sadness, but Luzia was used to that. She sighed gently, giving the... skull-masked person a gentle nod, not really caring about the mask. "Ah... it's fine. It happens." Not to her, but it probably happened to other people. "Nice mask, by the way." She genuinely complimented the person, completely unhindered by the inherent creepiness of the mask, and turned towards the screen when the showcase finally seemed to begin. The screen gave her... numbers, numbers she couldn't understand. She had not even a single clue what those screens said. What the lady said, though, was more understandable... quirks were getting more and more common, and they needed people in the military with quirks. She scoffed at that idea; there wasn't any way she was gonna join this thing. She was only here to see if they were going to unveil a tank or something.
Luzia almost turned away as she scoffed, but the lady made a weird smirk... one that made her heart sink. Luzia's eyes focused on that smirk, her gut twisting in her stomach like it always did when she had a really, really, really bad feeling. The last time it twistede like this...- The screen changed, and Luzia went wide-eyed.
"Shit! I knew it!"
She had read a comic book before; she didn't get to read a lot, but she found some, and the military was never good for people with superpowers! She was dumb as shit but even she knew that! Why did she ignore her instincts?! She immediately turned, trying to run away, but it was too late. "Gah!" She let out a cry when... something spewed from the... from the freaking fire system?! She whirled up, glaring at the sprinkler, then blinked, sniffing at herself. It wasn't water, it was... honey? She almost gave it an experimental taste, but she quickly stopped herself from that brilliant idea, whirling back towards the woman with a glare. She wanted to grab this woman and slam her down to the ground, but the woman apparently threw something down; suddenly her vision was completely filled with light, and Luzia let out another scream of pain and surprise as she shielded her eyes, stumbling around slightly as her vision came back to her.
When it came back, Luzia whirled around repeatedly, trying to find that damned woman - thankfully not having to deal with ringing in her ears - but she was gone, not even a trace of her. The screen caught her attention again, and she went wide-eyed. A drug?! They gave them a drug, and not even a fun one?! Luzia was breathing faster and faster, narrowing her eyes and squeezing her hands, starting to panic a bit. They just needed to kill the source of this stuff? That was fine, that was totally fine; she didn't know the source, so she was dead.
"Wait, what?!"
She went wide-eyed again when she read the rest, forgetting to breathe when the message went on. The woman split the source and the antidote?! That... that BITCH!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGH!"
The pink-haired girl let out a scream of absolute fury, grabbing the nearest thing she could - the snack table - and lifting it. She wasn't strong enough to lift it off the ground, but she was more than strong enough to throw it on its side, spilling the food and the water all over the ground. She grabbed her head and screamed again, digging her nails into her scalp as she berated herself. She wasn't supposed to be anywhere near here! She was supposed to be back in Musutafu, working on her preparations! Where it was safe! Where it was pretty! Hell, being on the streets in Tokyo would be better than this! What was she supposed to do now?!
With another, though quieter yell, she kicked the table, flipping it over completely. her mind was racing, but it was all just noise! She couldn't understand what she was thinking. She was so afraid, so afraid, so afraid.... so angry, so angry... she couldn't think! It hurt so much, the hatred, the fear, the anger... but it felt so good, too... it felt natural... it was so familiar... she hated it and she loved it.
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That woman. What was her name?
Something burned in Luzia, but it didn't hurt. No, it felt great! It was her power, her quirk... she could feel it in her body. It wanted to be let out. It wanted to show her what she could do. Suddenly, she giggled softly, the corners of her mouth slowly curling upwards. Was it time again so soon...~? There were so many enemies, but Luzia reached behind her, slipping her hand into her backpack and pulling out a mask. It was a simple one, not even decorated, but she affixed it to her face.
What was her name?
Behind the mask, she couldn't tell whether to smile or to frown. Her blood boiled with anger, anger so strong it made her wanted to vomit. Anger that made her want to cry, anger that made her want to hit something. Hate so strong that it felt carved into her heart; hate for the woman, hate for herself for even being here, hate for everyone in the entire goddamn world. Fear that made her want to run and hide, fear that wanted to make her beg for her life.
But at the same time, happiness. Excitement. She was so happy that she was going to fight... she felt so excited that she was going to see blood! Beautiful, dripping, red, pretty, pretty blood... ooooohhh she was going to see that in spades tonight~! She was going to kill, and no one was gonna stop her... they basically gave her permission!
Everything roiled inside her; her stomach felt like it was in knots, her heart felt it was frozen, and it was so hard for her to breathe...! But, she held her arms out, letting out a shuddering sigh of relief as pink light, mixed with some complimenting red, radiated from her arms with a subtle, high-pitched up. Seeing her own power made her feel just a little bit more at ease. She was very, very, very angry still, but looking at her neon made her excited to spread it to that woman whose name she couldn't remember. Did she even say it?
Luzia was, in effect, gone now, and the Painter was here. She idly wondered how the press would spin the serial killer popping up in the middle of a military base, but thought faded away, as all unimportant ones do. She took a deep breathe, letting her that delicious feeling, that sweet, sweet bloodlust, fill her entire body, then put a finger to her mask. Red neon followed her finger, clinging to her mask as if it were a sign as she drew two very angry eyes just about where hers were, without obscuring her own vision.
That woman will pay. Pay pay pay pay pay. Her blood, her sweet, beautiful, pretty, pretty, pretty blood will be all over the ground, all over the walls, all over EVERYTHING by the time she was done. Luzia's anger boiled up to the surface again as she carved that woman's face on the inside of her skull. She will kill her, kill her, kill, kill, KILL!
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Post by Robin Engell on Oct 2, 2018 1:01:38 GMT -4
A glare sour and glowering, peeking just over the ridge of his elbow to spot Naoru speaking, wearing an expression that couldn’t be mistaken for anything but grumpy. Debating a response, holding his tongue, he slumps back and tries to mope for only a moment, instantly interrupted by a chipper someone else.
“It’s also a little warm for a coat, isn’t it?”
“I don’t like being cold.” Acid spat back with a tiny glare, bitter and biting, an expression that softens from corrosive to annoyed when offered food.
“Want any? They’re almond!”
“… Hai. Arigatou.”
Spoken half-embarrassed, half-pouting. His words are practiced and cliche with an accent stolen from anime - it's very good, but still betrays him as natively speaking English.
Reaching out a hand and sliding one pack from Kutsu’s palm to his – the rest of his existing snack is vacuumed, absorbed from his free hand to his mouth, eaten quickly and without savoring, all for the sake of opening the new treat presented.
And then he introduces himself, binds Robin to the chains of Japanese politeness and decorum, to which he sighs, scratches his neck and shuts his eyes and rocks his jaw back and forth.
“My name’s Robin. I also go to Yuuei, ostensibly.”
He moves to his opposite, like a pendulum – the head hanging between his knees rises and rocks and rests hard on the back of the chair, goes further beyond with the help of a foot pushing him up and letting him rock on the back two legs, arms crossed. Eyes trace the ground, crawl up Kutsu’s legs and torso and to his face before tripping, stopping and pulling back in a double take to Sir Hopsalot, who he acknowledges with a cocked brow and a shrug.
“Eirian ja nai,” spoken flatly, “It’ll be some PR garbage – they’re not going to do anything else after inviting this much press.”
And as murmurs go quiet, as lights dim and a presentation starts, he finds it’s a spiel he’d expected. Lip service to the declining population, to the rising tide of quirkers and the shrinking dearth of normal humans. ‘We must put our differences aside and work together for the common good of Japan and mankind itself,’ he imagines the words in their mouth, shuts his eyes and balances precarious on two legs. ‘We’re proud of your performance this week, proud to be able to finally call you allies and countrymen.’
It’s the only answer, he thinks. Any research, any deliberation – everything would have happened behind closed doors and been finalized well before this point, well before they’d ever invite quirkers to a high-production career fair.
One eye slotted open, tracing over Kutsu, over Naoru. ‘And is that good enough for them? For me, even?’
A siren.
Loud, piercing, screeching, chaos unwelcome and unexpected – he’s thrown off balance, in mind and in body, topples uncertain into void with a bang and a flash.
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When pushed to the brink, animals are predictable. In racing hearts, in racing minds, chemical flowcharts twist, merge, meld and coalesce down a million different paths in a moment to one of two results.
Flight, and fight.
‘Fight or flight, fight or flight – fight don’t run, fight don’t run’ a song on loop in his brain, lyrics cut and pasted and ultimately background noise to a much louder track, much simpler in lyric and lesson.
‘I’m scared. I’m scared. I’m scared I’m scared I’m scared I’m scared I’m scared I’m scared I’m scared I’m scared.’
‘I’m so scared.’
Human beings move beyond that.
The song plays and skips, loops those words in an ugly pattern that loses finesse and nuance for the raw emotion. But eventually it plays, and it reaches its crescendo, and it falls and fades to the next track.
Hideaki Ryouta stabbing his pride. Hideaki Ryouta asking him not to run.
In this moment, heroes don’t exist. Higher morals and indignation are invisible and forgotten. Heart rate, adrenaline, pupils dilating and screaming at light. Breathing grows light and quick and hurts his chest from the inside, blood pounding and pooling in his brain. Shaky gaze and eyes trace the whiteboard, read the message from his spot on the ground.
‘It's not a drill. I know it's not a drill, it doesn't feel like a drill. I was wrong. I’m going to die.’
Overwritten with another feeling, thoughts in his chest.
‘I don’t want to die.’
He’d fallen on his back and slammed his head and eaten a face full of mist, felt that sickly sweet honey saturate his coat and his skin and hair, felt that sugar sweat cling to skin and pore and bead and drip, tingling, tickling like a thousand ants crawling and stinging at once.
Rising through cacophony, hearing the panic of a crowd and controlled panic of journalists who film and narrate for lack of direction.
“Quirks.”
The word escapes without him meaning to, condemnation or request he can’t be sure. But the idea sticks, latches onto his heart and laps up the fear in his chest.
“Quirks, quirks, what are your quirks?”
Voice hard and demanding, cold, partitioned from his heart. It’s obviously pointed at the other Yuuei students.
“I generate heat, lots of it. Enough to make wood combust. It’s about 400 Celsius but that’s soft, I can push beyond that if I need to, and, and… I’m feeling good, I’m feeling strong, so I bet I can go even further.”
While he’s speaking, he’s climbing up, rips the saturated coat from his body and throws it away, breathes hot and heavy with the wet in the air. At the same time, he hunches over and digs through his bag, throws snacks not wrapped in plastic and soaked with syrup herculean over one shoulder, well into the back of the tent, and instantly eats those that are dry, speaks through a mouth of mush.
“I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die. So let’s not die, alright? You’re UA students too right? Antidote or quirker, which are we going for?”
The coward in his heart leans for the antidote, desperate to drink and forget. But pragmatism takes over, the computer in his brain that plays games and analyzes and doesn’t let his heart interfere. It’s a tournament set in a fighting game, he tells himself, not a casual match - just a game, he tells himself, they've said so themselves. There’s no place for style or emotion - playing scared isn’t playing to win, but playing not to lose. If he walks away and spams, walks away and blocks, walks away at all, they win on time.
They’ll kill me, he thinks.
“Jesus Christ,” muttered words in English, shaking in time with his hands, “they’re trying to kill us.”
Run forward, he thinks. Please run forward.
The place he’s running from, he realizes suddenly, is and always has been the rest of his life.
With twenty minutes left, there’s nothing left to run from.
WORD COUNT: 1165 NOTES: He's speaking directly to Naoru and Kutsu, but anyone in hearing distance is basically being addressed.
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Post by Naoru Kehai on Oct 2, 2018 13:24:28 GMT -4
Sometimes the only pay-off for having any faith Is when it's tested again and again everyday I'm still comparing your past to my future It might be your wound but they're my sutures The brunette foreigner just shot a grumpy glare at him and lowered his head again in response, at which, Naoru looked away. Rather than being discouraged, he just thought he got what he deserved. He was probably speaking needlessly when the boy didn’t want any consoling and instead wanted to be left alone to his grieving. There were times when some people just liked to be miserable for a few moments to feel that much better later. He fidgeted slightly in his chair, but his Aura didn’t give off a flare that would be telling of his current emotions. Then, thank the heavens, Kutsu actually arrived! Naoru more or less wrote that text on a whim to his friend, and he felt somewhat bad for inviting him even though he probably had something better to do, but still, it made him feel much better that there was someone he actually knew. “Ito-san!” He waved back, giving an extra wave to Sir Hopsalot so the battle plushie wouldn’t feel left out. He was ready to playfully retort at the mention of his coat again, because seriously, this wasn’t the first time Kutsu saw his Aura being worn in the way he did. But when the brunette was the one to answer to the question, he instead stayed silent and just smiled, shrugging, and moved just slightly back to let Kutsu onto the chair he choose for himself. He couldn’t help but find the foreigner’s reaction to the offered granola bar somewhat adorably childish, still pouting, but trying to be polite and actually appreciative at the offer none the less. At least Kutsu was able to shake the guy out of whatever misery he wanted to drown in. He found that the slightly naive and happy-go-lucky Kutsu had that exact effect on others, as if the boy was a living and walking teddy bear himself. Naoru politely refused Kutsu’s offer, and turned back to the other once introductions were made. “Nice to meet you, Robin-kun.” He added with the trademark, calm smile of his that was reserved to those who were kind in turn. “Aliens...” Naoru deadpanned, and stared at Kutsu before looking to the side. He doubted anyone would be interested in aliens when there were people with superpowers being born at every corner of the world every day. But Robin’s idea of hearing some PR presentation seemed somewhat lacking as well. There would be no need for inviting anyone other than the press itself, and then the whole point of opening the Semper Fi camp would be meaningless. Instead of PR, Naoru suspected a more serious announcement, but still, the paranoid distrust was there despite the easygoing and the grumpy suggestions of both his current acquaintances. “I hope it is just PR...” He murmured and frowned, looking down at the ground and then adjusting his posture to the straight-backed, calm one he wore with his Aura out. Another boy of their age mentioned the Q and A portion of the presentation, and he had to wonder if that particular, purple-haired boy had some questions prepared for the military personnel. They usually didn’t like to answer, or at least not truthfully. Diplomatic answers were called that for a reason, so if they wanted their curiosity sated, they would have to talk to the assigned people personally. He looked back toward the whiteboard, noticing that the person who stood up there when he entered, the person that looked like he was a higher-up, was now absent. Instead, an equally competent woman was standing at the front, although different in rank, if the markings on her uniform were any indication. The presentation started, and Naoru squared his shoulders for any bad news they might receive. He kept close watch of the Sergeant talking, watching for any indication of personal preference about quirk users. He didn’t have to wait long as her face twisted, and the sirens blared. Naoru’s heart jumped to his throat from the loud and sudden noise, and he closed his eyes, lowering his head to hide himself just a little. He opened his eyes to catch a glimpse of the message on the whiteboard, and his world stopped for a moment. ~~ The noise, the sprinkled substance and the white flash was enough to confuse him into a momentary panic. He stood from the chair but he immediately fell to his knees from the shock he received to his senses. Trying to keep himself upright as his buckling knees failed him, he grabbed at the back of the chair in front of him, lowering his head while his ears rang and the spots occupied his vision. His Aura flared, as that was the only thing undisturbed from the attack to his remaining senses. It covered his head in a makeshift hood, but the sensation of being coated by something unnatural and uncomfortable was gnawing at the back of his mind, together with a pull, a claw, a saw that told him to run and hide because he was invaded in a way that he shouldn’t let anyone do. Sensations were rushing through him, through his nerves, through his whole body, and for a moment, he felt himself being as light as the white shroud surrounding him. His heart was hammering in his chest, the beating resonating through his brain and smashing uncomfortably against the back of his eyes. Something wanted to be let out. Scratching.Something screamed at him to move, yet his body was shivering from the momentarily overload he received. Bare, solidified nerves that were making up his Aura’s structure were screaming, and he could feel every one of them. Every little million of them. He gasped. His fingers curled, and he could hear the cracking sound of something breaking under the pressure of his extending claw. Slight pain resonated with every other sense he could feel, and it was like a SNAP!He opened his eyes. Licking his lips he could taste blood where he bit hard enough to rip through skin. The chair in front of him was still intact, but a visible crack was running through it. His left hand was now bigger, clawed, as if ready for battle. Was he ready for battle? Claws. Scratching. Let me out. He took a shuddering breath and looked around just in time to hear a scream from another guest. She was breaking. Naoru could see her breaking, her form shuddering in front of his sight as something was obscuring his vision not from the outside, but from within. It was familiar, this feeling. Everything was way too bright, way too accented, and he almost felt nauseous from the rush that made his knees weak. A voice broke through his hallucination, stern and hurried, and it forced him to look and actually see the form of the new acquaintance beside him. “Quirks”, the other said, and Naoru didn’t understand at first. His Aura was like a coat, covering his body and forming a hood over his head, his left arm mutated into a claw, more monster than human. Wasn’t he more monster than human?Wait, no.He had to concentrate. Robin was actually talking. The boy’s features were rushed, almost sweaty, as if he just went through a panic attack, and Naoru couldn’t sympathize more. But his demands were pulling Naoru back to reality like an anchor, grounding him where he knelt. But something was clawing at the back of his mind. He could feel it. Scratching.Naoru was listening to him talk, and it was strange, so strange, that this brunette was so grumpy, so withdrawn a moment ago, and now he was hurriedly speaking and demanding them for opinions. It was not right. He felt sticky. It was not right. “Slow down.” Naoru said, and he was surprised at how calm and collected he sounded. As if it wasn’t even his own voice talking. Clawing. Scratching. He glanced toward the whiteboard, and read, no inhaled the words he saw there. They had two options. And none seemed to be a decidedly good choice. None sounded safe. None sounded like it would give them salvation. He looked back toward Robin and Kutsu, seeing their disorientation and feeling them as if it was his own. Took a deep breath. Swallowed hard. Stood up. He straightened his back as if he wasn’t about ready to smash something with his Aura that dared to say a wrong thing to him or the people that mattered to him. Eyes and pupils blown wide, he looked at the two, deciding on what needed to be done. “You will not die.” He said, conviction present as if he was the one to decide the physics of the world, breaking it down and creating anew. “None of us will die.” They can not die. No one. Claws. Let me out.He stared at the words on the whiteboard again, and turned toward the other two. “Ito-san. Robin-kun.” Formality was present even when the mind was bombarded by alien sensations. “Can I trust you two to go and get the antidote?” He asked, soothing and kind. Was it his own voice? “I will see what I can do about the quirker being held underground. There is no need to worry, I heal faster than others, and my mutation might give me more time against the effects of this substance.” It was pure speculations. Bullshit. Naoru had no idea if he can last longer than anyone else. But there was a chance they will need to fight down there. He could fight. He didn’t want to admit it, but his body was good for battle. Kutsu had strength in numbers, and if they met complications during getting the antidote, Robin’s quirk might be able to help. He, in the meantime, would go and visit subject X320. X320. What an unjust name. X320. XE20. XEZ0. XEZO. He will just call her Xezo. A glance at the shaking teammates was enough to strengthen Naoru’s resolve. He could do this. There was no time to be scared. If he let his emotions bubble up and burst, his Aura will break down. His mind was crumbling under a terrifying pressure from within, but they had to act. And they had to do it fast. “Can you two do it?” He asked again from the others, and looked around to see if anyone else was reacting to the message, getting ready to decide for themselves what they want to do with their remaining twenty minutes of sanity. “What about you all?” Only the purple haired teenager was near them and another person, seemingly unknown, wearing a mask, but he wasn’t yet sure if they were in any state of hearing his question. If it came down to it, he will go alone. He could do it. There was nothing he couldn’t do right now. Let me out!MADE BY VEL OF GS
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Post by Deleted on Oct 2, 2018 17:12:41 GMT -4
i wonder how many wishes a star can give He swore he felt daggers pierce his chest. That glare. Kutsu shuddered. Lethal. It often took these harsh reminders to dial back in his unsolicited camaraderie. Rapport took time, and when subjected to uncertainty, he couldn't blame the stranger for being on edge. So enter his relief when he, after some hesitation, accepted his pseudo-nutritious olive branch. The boy called Robin fronted a prickly demeanor, but his thorns didn't reach Sir Hopsalot, earning him a smile from its caretaker. He bit back a shocked, yet not unkind, chuckle when Naoru extended his welcome to the sleeping animal. It was always ambiguous, whether or not they lay in a state to respond. Not wanting his friend's greeting to go to waste, he pinched the rabbit's front paw and mimed a tiny wave in return. As he waited for the kickoff, petting Hops all the while, his brain tried to dissect the disappointingly bland theories sitting on the table. If this truly turned into a run-of-the-mill press release, he'd have to switch his brain to math lessons mode, a.k.a. off. His white-clad classmate maintained brief eye contact with before tearing away. Mild panic squeezed his throat. Had he said something wrong? He'd never seen Naoru behave in extremes, not under everyday circumstances at least, so it was useless trying to decipher his unyielding politeness through inference alone. But before he could press further, at last, more urgent matters seized his attention. The speech commenced. The speaker's voice, her slides, both dry. Suddenly, a wall of text. Kutsu read it several times over, failing to register malice through an ever present rosy hue. Then blared sirens. Liquid poured overhead. As a reflex, he threw himself over Sir Hopsalot and the backpack at his feet. A nearby blast cut off his hearing, and for many seconds, he lay crouched on the ground, balled up over his plushies. A woman's primal screams ripped through the madness, but the ringing in his ears muted everything out. He gagged as slime drenched his hair, dripping down the sides of his face, coating every surface of his upturned back. Sprinkler systems festered the nastiest gunk. When the waterworks finally ceased, he dizzily pushed himself off the ground and cracked his backpack open. Sir Hopsalot remained mostly dry, as well as his teddy bears, minus a few at the bottom. A stray droplet struck his tongue. He nearly reeled from disgust if it weren’t for its unexpected saccharin. Syrup?For strictly scientific purposes, he sampled it again. And again. One more time for good measure. Its sweetness was neither rich nor complex, but he found himself unable to stop. Like cheap carnival junk, this stuff. Was actually. Kinda tasty. And so there he stood, licking the back of his hand like a mewling kitten as the unimaginable cemented into place. On his right, a message from once trusted authorities declaring him unfit to live. To the left, uncensored desperation. Horrors flanked him on both fronts, but fuck all, this sprinkler shit was some straight delicious nonsense, like what the hell? He paid no heed to Robin's survey. Instead, he stared blankly as his new acquaintance devoured secret snacks. He switched hands and started lapping up the narcotic fluid wetting his skin. A look of utter befuddlement crossed his face. "Why're you eating that stuff when we have all this—"You saved us.Voices from a distant memory. A nostalgic chorus echoing in his head. Confused, he lifted his backpack and peered inside. Cheers erupted. His eyes nearly shot out. "Hops?" he tested quietly. "Clementine? Nectarine? Honeydew?" He listed the rest, feeling silly to speak without having yet activated them. Thank you for protecting us from the rain, came their cries. "No fucking way." Heart racing miles a minute, he grabbed Sir Hopsalot and thrust it at the two boys. "Guys, check it! Hops is alive!" The rabbit sat inanimate in his grasp. "Look, he's talking!" Still nothing. Why can't they hear me?, pouted the kevlar. Kutsu shook his head. "It's too loud in here," he concluded. This was wild. His creatures, previously dormant, now burst with energy. Sentient thoughts. Life. Although everyone around him chose to ignore this metaphysical phenomenon, the young hero hugged his bag of fluffy chatterboxes close to his chest. "You're alive," he laughed, tears streaming down his face and onto fabric. Sparks hit kindling. His crafts roused gradually awake. This was his doing. He'd given them life. Not just some shallow rendition of it, but instead, the real deal. That's when he knew. A realization so undeniable that only the arrogant could deny what he truly was. A god. Trapped on this hollow earth among fragile men, how could he not have noticed sooner? He laughed. All this time. He'd been so fucking humble. But when the military threatened his existence, they forced out his inner deity, rendering his fears unwarranted and him ready to strike down those who dared hold themselves above him. Clapping Robin on the back, and thus gracing him with a holy touch, he matched the intensity of his barefaced dread with corresponding conviction. "Buddy. Relax." Drawled, his words stretched farther than his rightful throne among the heavens. "They can't kill me. They can't kill anyone while I'm around. Just keep close. You mortals will be fine."This was no empty promise. This was objective truth. As a benevolent guardian, it was his duty to bear good fortune to his followers, and to assuage their concerns, he'd show them the way. Even Naoru agreed. Shit, wait, where'd he go? His blue, blurry, blissful gaze shifted onto some dumbass cloud tryna tell him what to do. "UHHH how about we," throwing a gawky arm around Robin's shoulders, "go get the antidote and you," twiddling dismissive fingers in the fluff monster's direction, "take care of that other stuff." Whatever that other stuff was. He huffed indignantly. The nerve. Duly spited, Kutsu grabbed his plushies, Robin, and flaked out on this poofy bastard with an unapologetic, "Bye!"Alright, time to find Naoru. Poor guy probably got spooked and ran off. He sighed. As soon as all this was over, he'd have to teach him a thing or two about staying calm under duress. He dragged his search partner outside the tent, backpack slung firmly over his shoulder. Inside, the toys weren't primed with enough tears to escape. As he maintained his grip on his arm, Kutsu cast the boy a no-nonsense stare. "Robin. Buddy. I need you to recap what this antidote stuff is all about." Pause. Not too far away stood a couple of barracks. Ah yes, the perfect hiding spot for his white-haired friend. Energized, he pulled off his soaked jacket and hurled it at the ground. "I'm a god, but not like, God, y'know?"His radius of knowledge could only stretch so far. And though the projector screen and its updated instructions sat very well within said radius, he was god of plushies, not god of reading comprehension skills. "Anyway, let's check in that building. We have to catch Naoru before he gets too lost."He pointed up at the brick towering before them, but his otherworldly senses told him something wasn't quite right. Squint. Shrug.
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Post by kogami on Oct 3, 2018 1:14:08 GMT -4
Sitting down quietly as he munched on a small snack, kogami studied the data intently with the idea of learning about what the military came up with. There seemed to be a lot of cross information about the state of those in the military, and what would happen to them if the people who did have quirks were to join the military again. Seeing the data displayed., the average of regular people would be smaller, which was understandable to Kogami. Those who had more destructive quirks were better equipped to take care of the dangerous missions that average people couldn't do. That extra edge was humanity really needed, for quirks to be seen as a blessing above all else.
However, Yoshi Miwa didn't feel that way, she felt that the potential threat to the military that quirk users had to the military was worth culling the lot of them. The idea itself was crazy enough, with Kogami being prepared to voice his concerns about the matter of how positive it could be instead. Unfortunately, the conversation regarding the matter went beyond the terms of simple discussions when the sprinkler system came off. The liquid itself was strange, with Kogami immediately noticing the difference in the texture as to what he would expect from regular water or things of the sort.
"Huh? This is..."
But before he could even get a grasp of the situation, a flash bang went off and disorientated Kogami for a while, with the confusion causing the culprit with her genocidal wishes to escape.
"W-wait...."
It was too much for the time being, which slowed Kogami down for a few moments. Fighting against the flashbang in order to get ahold of himself as it disorientated his senses. hThis happened for a minute or so as Kogami continued to blink furiously to regain his eyesight once more, as well as rubbing his ears a bit.
With him being back to normal, what was left on the whiteboard was something akin to a game of some sort that gave the explanation that everyone was afflicted with something that had mind control capabilities. The culprit itself was a quirk user that went by the name of X320, but what stood out the most even besides the fact that they still needed the antidote was the conditions of victory.
These heroes in training, needed to kill someone? Someone needed to die for the sake of everyone else surviving?
"This..... is........"
This was wrong on so many levels, unless it was a genetically created quirk being of some kind, Kogami was expecting the individual to still be human. But while he was thinking it over, it was by the good graces of the goddess of luck that people were starting to mobilize into groups. Kogami's quirk itself was good with both situations, but they had no idea what the capabilities of the experimental being, nobody knew how strong it was.
"Huh...."
But seeing that girl put her mask on reminded Kogami of something, was she a hero? Regardless, in times of stress and situations where no one has anyone to rely on, the people that should be reliable enough for individuals to turn to should be the heroes themselves. Unfortunately, Kogami didn't have any kind of suit yet whatsoever, but he was ready to spring into action and make himself useful.
“What about you all?”
Narou asking that Question made Kogami turn to him.
"Can't you see, the apparent threat of danger made her suit up. If you had any dream of being a hero, you have to do the same in situations like this. I don't know you guys, but my name is Kogami. Facing whatever caused this alone is crazy, so i'll go with you."
Kogami said that to Narou as he started to put his hair up and tie it with a small string.
"Once the antidote is found, find a way to make the woman tell you how to utilize the sprinklers in order to spray it on everyone, it might be impossible to get everyone in one place for it to work, so having a spread of the antidote might be the best bet and save some time. And of course, save some for yourselves as well. "
As for the woman with the Mask, Kogami actually smiled at her. "Mind going with those two? I don't think that woman who caused all of this is in it alone, "We" just might be an understatement of those who are willing to follow behind her, I wouldn't want all of the capable people to focus on fighting X320. "
After choosing to go after the experimental being, Kogami would sigh.
"Let's not lose sight of who we are, killing is out of the question if there is still a trace of humanity left. Who knows what the group did to this person."
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