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Post by Christopher Clearwater on Nov 3, 2018 14:16:17 GMT -4
Christopher had not been expecting to go out for Halloween this year, But he had the costume that he always wore, just for the trick or treaters that would have come to the door. But now as he walked with the young spider lady he couldn’t help but smile at her stories and her seemingly child like personality. It reminded him of his daughter and how she was during the holidays. Christopher walked forward as the girl spoke, his long cloak folded gently and holding it over his left arm. He was dressed as Dracula, His hair already silver white, he needed only shave a little and down the costume. Which he had largely already done, besides the cloak of course. He wished to keep it clean till he got to the party.
As they exited the elevated she seemed to have finished the story of her hero name, Christopher smiled softly at her. “it is a wonderful name, and I think it works well.” He said to het gently as he followed, avoiding the skeletons and jumping only slightly at the jumpscare cardboard before laughing outloud, in a happy tone. He looked toward the young woman he had arrived with and went to her. “My dear I think this isn’t a real spider, it might just be a decoration for the party. As he spoke however, a young man approached and Christopher looked to her as he put his cloak on. I think this young man has some words for you, Ill leave you two be.” He spoke softly and walked further into the party, to allow the two some privacy.
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Post by melanie on Nov 3, 2018 18:03:31 GMT -4
Oh, how kind of the lovely Mia to invite her over for a Halloween party. A time of the year Melanie loved almost as much as the whole summer, a single day in the year where she could dress in as outfits as risque as possible. This time, she'd carefully picked out a sexy werewolf outfit, consisting of hotpants, high heeled leather boots, a skimpy top, with a brown, short leather jacket on top. Finally, she topped it all off with a pair of wolfish ears and yellow contacts. Not perfect at disguising the natural ruby hue of her eyes, the combination resulted in an animalistic amber that worked out far better than Melanie initially expected: "Oh, she'll defenitely love this~", noted the temptress, checking out the results in the mirror, very much determined to impress her host who often cultivated that bestial vibe about her. Oh, if only knew if the rough Red Horn was the kind of woman to cook breakfast for her lovers... How cute~ Now, Mia warned her against dressing sexy, but for Halloween Melanie, this was about as tame as she could manage, even with such a tight, flattering cleavage, she really could have managed something a lot saucier if she really wanted to. Not like she was showing off bikinis or lingerie or anything of the sort, right...? Besides, Mia's words came off more as a recommendation than outright prohibition anyway, and thus dictating the seductress' choice of wardrobe. And thus, along came Melanie, hips swaying left and right alluringly as she stepped inside the house she'd grown somewhat familiar with over the past few days: A tall, sassy Floridian with an elegant, sensual charm had now replaced the former with a wilder side of herself more befitting of her lover; making her far bolder as she looked around and oggled the other guests as her interest struck her, getting in character more easily than she'd admit. She didn't recognize anybody, thankfully, for most people Melanie recognized were usually former lovers and she just so happened to be visiting a current lover. Not to mention, many of the guests were obviously underaged, so having former lovers among those would be... Troublesome... The moment she saw Mia though, her eyes narrowed as everyone else fell out of focus. Smirking, she walked up to her host and greeted her with a long, breathless kiss, hands slithering around around her back: "Happy halloween sweetie~", she'd greet in that throaty, honeylike voice as she finally peeled away from her kiss and dropped down from her tiptoes, flashing Mia a wolfish grin befitting of her costume, before probing her on her own choice, "Now what are you supposed to be?" She'd let her fingers tease around the edge of Mia's jacket, quite amused at her wearing sunglasses at this time of day, exchanging greetings with the blonde first before meeting her family, and all the other guests. Little did she know she was about to meet not only the girl's mother - who Mia had mentioned earlier - but also the rest of her family, all in one go... And all while wearing little more than a bikini, at the only time of the year where doing so could pass for socially acceptable. Words: 540 Werewolf |
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Post by Emi Ryoko Tachibana on Nov 3, 2018 19:03:07 GMT -4
A wee squeak in the doorway announced the arrival of another UA student. Well, either that, or a young, unknown hero. Emi definitely looked the part, kitted out in a hero’s outfit. She didn’t have years of expertise in sewing, or tailoring, or welding or fashion design… But she did have access to Daddy’s bank account, and that more than made up for all of them. As a result, her costume, inspired by a cult classic video game, looked as if it had been made with passion and skill – because it had been. Just… not by her.
She’d been dying for an excuse to wear it out, and with her pro hero bestie personally inviting her to a party, only the loss of several limbs would stop her from turning up.
There was just one problem, which became painfully clear as she looked around the room. She didn’t know a single person there, besides the host. The girl shouldn’t been hard to miss given her red horn, but Emi quickly found herself distracted by her realisation. She’d stepped into a monster party. ‘No, I can’t say that, that’s rude,’ she thought, but it was a task much easier said than done. Blue-skinned people, snake people, a sasquatch, not just one, but two humanoid demon creatures from the pits of hell…
‘No. Stop that. They’re people too.’ More than people – she recognised a surprising amount of people in the room, even if they had never met. Emi made it her business to know all of the pro heroes, especially if they were female. Or cute. No amount of colour was going to disguise Yellow Jacket or Sentinel, and Serperior, well… let’s just say this wasn’t the first time she’d seen him shirtless. Getting in the good books could only do good things for her, but doing that meant interrupting what appeared to be a blossoming conversation.
‘Those are excuses that have never stopped you before!’ She’d only just entered the main room, her thoughts slowing her movements to a crawl. ‘Now’s as good a time as ever! Make myself known!’ She took a grand step forward… And stopped. And turned around, and stepped back. There was just one little problem – Emi wasn’t very fond of bugs. Half a minute’s convincing told her that was something she needed to overcome. That night. In that party. Those people weren’t just insects, they were people! That looked like insects. She turned back around, facing the party. Another step forward. Maybe she could just talk to Mia instead? She had brought a gift, after all, wrapped and held in both hands, but the woman was very clearly occupied by several other guests.
‘Come on. You’re a big girl, and you can handle this. You have to. How are you ever going to show people what heroes look like if you can’t even go near them?’ Another step forward, and then she froze. She looked around. If she had to choose between the two, Yellow Jacket won, no content. Bees were just assholes, and she looked friendly enough at that moment. Spiders were the spawn of Satan, and that was reason enough for her to steer clear. At least until she felt braver.
With her newfound resolve, she finally moved! One slow step in front of the other, making her approach painfully obvious to the mutant pair. Unfortunately, Mia was the only person present that knew Emi for the bubbly, self-assured young lady that she was. In the face of a giant bee, anxiety threatened to grasp hold of her. Another stop, and a deep breath. She forced a smile on. Hopefully none of them were looking at her. Finally, she made her approach.
“Hello! Hey there!” A greeting for each of them. “Sorry for disturbing, but would you be Serperior and… Yellow Jacket?” She managed to meet the snake’s eyes well enough, but her gaze forced itself around the bee. Her nerves might have been easily explained away as a starstruck teenager, but given their unique appearances, perhaps they would see right through her. The pause that followed didn’t help matters, since she’d neglected to think of her introduction. “Er…. It’s always really cool to meet heroes trying to do good things!” ‘Real smooth, Emi.’ She cleared her throat – a motion made considerably stranger without hands to cover her mouth. When she spoke again, she’d managed to regain some of her confidence. “I mean, succeeding! Obviously. It’s a tough and pretty thankless job, but… thank you!” A little voice in her head was urging her to take the chance to flee, but she held firm. “My name’s Emi!" If they needed the spelling, it was written on her shoulder and her thigh. "Emi Ryoko Tachibana. I’m a pretty new student over at Yuuei, and I’m looking to be a little more like you guys.”
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Post by Mikhail Orlov on Nov 3, 2018 23:46:34 GMT -4
Mikhail didn’t even have the decency to blush at Hachi and Redhorn’s ribbing. Shame was for something he left for other people. Besides, like Redhorn had any room to talk. They were both basically showing the same amount of skin.
“A rule? To me it sounded a bit more in the neighborhood of a guideline--” Mikhail lstarted, cutting off when Redhorn ducked out, moving over to greet a girl in a villain outfit. It looked like a high-schooler. The second high-schooler he’d seen so far. He’d have to step carefully. They could be his students one day.
Mikhail turned to Hachi with a nonchalant shrug at Redhorn’s departure, faintly smiling as he finally took in the older woman’s costume.
“I’m just here to keep any blazes under control, Hachi. You look exquisitely delicate. I would have never expected it of you.” He said, pivoting on a dime. The flattery wasn’t subtle, but he wasn’t lying about being surprised. Mikhail still didn’t know as much as he’d have liked to about his mentor, and somehow, he’d expected something a bit...tougher out of her.
“Is it just me, or are there more teenagers than I was expecting?” Mikhail asked, looking around as more people entered the room.
“Will that make it hard for you to unwind?” He started to tease, but, changed tact again as a girl started to come up to the two of them. It was another high-schooler, and certainly not one he recognized.
“Hello there yourself, Emi-kun” He replied with a grin, reaching out to take the hand of the newcomer. Her costume was as high-quality as his own--a video game character, maybe? He wasn’t quite sure. He smelled either money, or talent behind it, though.
“Serperior indeed. The one and only.” He added, bending at the waist to kiss the air above the student’s hand before he let go. He felt odd for a moment, and wondered why, before he realized that she’d recognized him by his hero name, instead of his real one. He wasn’t used to that.
He was experienced enough dealing with nervous fans that he kept from laughing at her fumble. It felt like there was a little more than nerves going on, though--there was something more in her eyes than just nerves that he recognized as well. A sort of hunger, something a little predatory. Little Emi was a social climber.
Well, they’d probably be disappointed to learn he had very little pull in the hero network yet. But perhaps they could help each other.
“You’re a UA student, then? I’ve been hearing so much from Miss Tsutsuji about the school. I’m sure you’ll be a wonderful hero, Emi.” He continued, the flattery slipping off of his tongue effortlessly. It wasn’t a lie--if he could be a hero, anyone could be. “I wasn’t expecting quite so many students here, I have to say. How many do you know?”
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Post by Hachi Tsutsuji on Nov 4, 2018 13:45:18 GMT -4
I'm only a social creature when sugar is involved.
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"Blatant flattery isn't going to spare you my judgmental looks, Orlov-kun," Hachi continued to stare at Serperior with half-lidded, half-amused half-annoyed eyes, though it was clearer now that she was only teasing him for his choice in costume. Mostly. She didn't need to ask why he found her costume somewhat surprising--after all, a six-foot-tall bee woman dressed as an angel was probably not a very common sight. "I could have gone as something scarier, but I heard there may be sensitive eyes present. Something I think you missed."
Serperior drew attention to the younger participants of the party and Hachi shrugged her shoulders--not in a dismissive manner, but still a shrug all the same. "I was not expecting so many here, but at the very least, they're somewhere that they can be supervised while they make questionable choices. If any of them are drinking, they're among adult who they can trust...though I am almost a hundred percent sure Tanaka-san will beat them into the marble if they do."
Then, to Hachi's surprise, a voice she didn't quite recognize repeated her name. Hachi turned and looked downward at one of the aforementioned teenage participants at the party, dressed as...something. They had a pilot's jacket over what looked like a track suit. She didn't get the reference. They fumbled on their words for a moment before introducing themselves as a new student to UA. "It's nice to meet you as well, Tachibana-kun. I'm sorry I don't recognize you, though you are new. Which class are you coming into?"
Her polite tone and neutral expression became exasperated again by Serperior's flattery. Rather than scold him, though, she only stared at the back of his head and spoke his name in a cool tone: "Orlov-kun."
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Post by Caitlyn on Nov 4, 2018 14:08:19 GMT -4
CAITLYN, ARMY OF ONE ■ 414 WORDS ■ "What do you mean they aren't real? They're as much real as we are!" ■ She looked forward, not enitrely listening to the large man that spoke to her, not sure if it was racist or not. A real spider? All spiders were real. Why would any of them be fake? Just because they have a few enhancements or prosthetics... "You can just call me Caitlyn. Or whatever you can take from that." Cait. Lynn. Cath. She heard them all. She did enjoy her false name of Itsy a bit more, and she had learned to accept her hero name as her own as well. "Army" did sound a bit cool for a nickname. As he extended his hand to her, she couldn't help but panic. Her blood ran cold. She was about to break into a cold sweat. Her breathing was speeding up, changing pace as her heart was racing. She looked at his hand, and she looked at each and every one of her own. "FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK, NOT AGAIN." She looked at his hand, figuring it was only right to offer the same that complimented his own, raher than mirror. "OKAY OKAY. THAT'S THREE, THREE OPTIONS." She thought to herself, all three of her right arms extending a bit towards his hand, before pausing once more. She had to pick one, but none were dominant. She used them all equally. It was a normal greeting, one of them had to do it. Her left and up most hand would reach up to her own face to cover her eyes, leaving only the center one on her forehead open to watch. She picked an arm at random, selecting her bottom most right hand to meet his own, "It is... very nice ... to meet you... Paragon."She turned to face the spider, only to nod at it before getting onto her feet and away from her seat. As she stood up, a few more smaller spiders would crawl out from under her hair, only to scurry around and settle back into the same place. "We should meet the others then, I need to thank Red Horn for the party. Also I am quite thirsty." as she spoke, she would smile and stare blankly into the crowd of people. Another smaller tarantula would crawl out from her mouth, crawling along her cheek furthest from Akio before climbing to rest on her shoulder, staring at the toy spider that sat on the wall. Good bye, friend. The spider wanted to say. But alas, he could not speak. |
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Post by Emi Ryoko Tachibana on Nov 5, 2018 11:58:31 GMT -4
Emi was still at the age where gushing over cute boys was a beloved pastime, so to have a man she’d admired through many a screen bow before her, all but pressing her lips against her body… She regretted not choosing a costume that covered up her face, because there was nothing she could do to stop her cheeks glowing. A deep inhale kept her emotions in check (at least, until she could run off and squeal in private). She looked away from him, worried that a wink on his part would destroy any credibility she had left. They found Yellow Jacket, who was surprisingly hard to read, on account of her face barely moving. It must have been frustrating, Emi thought, to have to rely on tone alone to show emotion… But of course she would think that, having to be so animated for the camera. As long as the woman was distracted by Serperiorlov, Emi had a moment to see her up close.
‘She… doesn’t look terrible. Not human, sure, but… not bad, either. A cute monster.’ The costume was helping a lot in that department. If not for Orlov being… Orlov, things might have been smooth sailing for her demeanour, but thanks to him she had to continue fighting her nerves. Thankfully, if there was one thing Emi had training in, it was recovering and presenting herself well, all for the sake of putting on a good show. Within a few sentences, she was right as rain. Save for that blush – it wasn’t going away any time soon. “I’m sure too! I mean, I’ve still got a lot to learn, but I’ve got time and a whole school, which is more than you guys can say, right?” Her brow furrowed a little – from the way the winged woman spoke, they should have been familiar with each other, but- “Oh! Right, I forgot that you teach there! No worries there. And just Emi is fine, miss. Maybe it’s more respectful, but it sounds… colder, don’t you think? Besides, this is supposed to be a fun time, not a formal time!” Could a teacher punish her for giving orders outside of class? Hopefully not, but just in case, she switched targets before she could get the chance.
“Like I said, I only just started, so I really don’t know anybody. At all. I just happen to know Miss Red Horn for other reasons. She’s been doing me a solid with my vlog, so the least I could do was come to her party!” And take the opportunity to network. And make actual friends. And generally interact with people that weren’t paid to be by her side. “I didn’t expect it to be so packed. I guess she has a lot of friends, even if she’s pretty new to Japan.”
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Post by Mia Kearney on Nov 6, 2018 7:49:44 GMT -4
Looking back over her shoulder to the serpent in ‘fireman – stripper edition’, Mia shot him a half glare as her fists rested against her hips. “Yeeeah. I literally texted ‘hey don’t come sexy unless you want my MOM to see you’. I totally wasn’t clear on the implications there…” Still, he was here now and she didn’t wanna get in a fight with any of her fellow heroes, least of all at her own party. Shifting away from jaz a little she patted him on the back and shook her head. “Still, yer here now, and clearly…” She sighed deeper, pinching the bridge of her nose. “My ma’ at least appreciated the view-“
“I do too.~” Her griffin in werewolfes clothing of a sister chimed in, leading Mia to roll her eyes and pat his back a little harder.
“Look just have fun and maybe hope my Mom and now also my sister don’t get too deep into the booze. Atta’ boy.” Patting him on his way as he went to mingle with the others, Mia rolled her neck about, wondering if Jaz was eager to mingle herself, but as her eyes drifted across the room, she realized a fair few new guests weren’t even saying hello to the host. Rude. Her red eyes narrowed for a moment, not gonna kick up a fuss, and heck, just glad everyone was interacting with eachother well enough, maybe raise her voice at most to say she’s glad everyone’s enjoying themselves and remind them where the booze and candy was, dare them to challenge her to an apple bobbing context to see how the mountain dew cauldron she’d made would hold up beyond making everyone’s face sticky.
She was distracted by all that however when Melanie showed up. Her narrowed eyes bulging as she was caught off guard by hands on her and lips on her own, briefly just stunned by the kiss before falling into it all too easily as the raven haired little succubus had decided to make herself known, amusingly not dressed in a Halloween costume directly befitting her nature. “Mmmm…Hellow to you too.~” Shifting her glasses so they rested atop her horn rather than on her eyes, a natural little glasses holster for her to use. She scratched her cheek a little as Melanie almost seemed to drape herself off of her in the middle of the party. She musn’t have gotten the ‘memo’ either but somehow Mia didn’t have much urge to complain this time. “Oh er…just some nerdy shit, nothin’ you’d know abou-“
“Oh dear is this you’re latest play-buddy?” A sweet, loving, affectionate, but very poorly timed motherly voice chimed in. Very quickly Mia’s hand was covering her face and suppressing a deeeep groan as she realized her family was still behind her, the sound of her father muttering something that made her two parents giggle while she could almost FEEL the rolling of her sisters eyes as Mia’s lifestyle was up front and center for her more monogamous sister to observe.
“Ya know I almost wish she’d asked if you were my girlfriend like a normal mom.” With a hard sigh, Mia rounded the smaller, more womanly girl infront of her and hooked an arm over her shoulders, gesturing to her with the other hand. “If you ever curious little monsters must know, this is my friend Melanie.”
Mark opened his mouth to say something, enough to show his dragon fangs as he clearly seemed excited to make a joke, while Mia quickly shot him down as she’d clearly heard it man, MANY times before. “No she has not. No one will ever do that you pervy little twerp.” Mia shot Melanie a look that silently said ‘please, please don’t ask’ before addressing her family again. “But, yes, she is a ‘play buddy’ as you so eloquently put it. Mom.”
Her mother clearly wasn’t bothered by Mia’s tone however, seeming to be sweetly oblivious to how many things she could say that were just borderline innaprorpriate and way too open and honest for a parent to say at times. “Oh dear its not like me and your father didn’t have ‘friends’ when we were younger.” Her father, the furry beast of a man, quickly chimed in and hugged his wife closer. “We still do when your mother’s feelin’ for it.”
The implications there were hopefully obvious, as Mia’s face was in her hand so hard trying to hold back the burning redness of her cheeks as she was reminded, as open as she was, it was always gonna be difficult hearing her parents be so open in public. In private she could encourage them and laugh with them about it but in public she always thought their openness would creep people out. They didn’t exactly look like old swingers, her mom looked decent for her age (which wasn’t all that old) but it was still mortifying to hear them speak like that so openly infront of company.
“So…” She groaned through her hand. “These are my parents…and siblings.” The griffin girl and dragon boy casually lifted their drinks with cheeky smirks as they subtly enjoyed how red Mia was getting from the embaressment of their parents.
Spotting an approaching little nightmare to most, but an immense curiosity and odd sense of glee for Mia, she’d gently tug Melanie along as she approached Caitlyn who she spotted standing out of the crowd. “Army Of One! Save me from my family! You are far less scary than the prospect of hearing hem talk about their relationship right now.” She purposely omitted the word ‘open’ so that Caitlyn didn’t get too creeped out by them either, her party snickering behind her before separating to mingle with the party, three for anyone to ambush with questions about the young red horn if they wanted to get embaressing tales and stories to blackmail the titan with in the future. Maybe Mia should have been keeping an eye on them, still right now her eyes were on the 7 of the spider before her. “How’re you doin’? Ya find the place okay?”
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Post by Christopher Clearwater on Nov 6, 2018 10:36:43 GMT -4
Christopher made his way deeper into the party, greeting the heroes he passed and shaking hands with some of the others he knew. He made his way toward the punch bowl and grabbed two cups. Working on making two cups, one for himself and one for his travel companion Caitlyn. He smiled softly and set to work making the two drinks. He picked them up and made his way slowly back, catching snippits of conversation as he moved through the crowd. He stopped a short distance before Caitlyn and saw Mia. He set the drinks down and fixed his costume before picking them back up.
He handed the first drink to Caitlyn, holding it so she could easily take it from the handle. He smiled at her before doing the same for RedHorn. “Sorry for leaving you Caitlyn, I wanted to go grab a drink and figured id grab you one as well. But now that I see the Host of the party has joined us for a moment, I shall relinquish my cup to her.” He said in a soft german accent, doing his best to sound like Dracula. “It is a pleasure to get the chance to meet you miss red horn. My name Is Christopher Clearwater, You may know me better as Sentinel.”
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Post by Mikhail Orlov on Nov 7, 2018 19:41:00 GMT -4
Mikhail answered Hachi’s scolding tone with a wide-eyed expression of utter innocence, looking for all the world as though he was utterly baffled, and perhaps even offended at the idea that a bare-chested idol kissing the hand of a high-school student could mean anything tawdry. “Yes, Madame Tsutsuji? Is something amiss?” He asked, the innocence of his expression oh-so-slightly undermined by the stifled laughter in his voice. Mikhail turned back to the student--Emi--shrugging as though to say it couldn’t be more than a minor issue, a grin playing around the corner of his mouth. He probably should have realized that if Hachi hadn’t recognized his name, she couldn’t have been all that familiar with idol culture. Which meant she might not realize he hadn’t meant anything more than to be charming to Emi. He felt a prickle on his spine. That could be a problem in the future. “You know.” He continued, waving an arm to Hachi, his tone deliberately over the top. “Do you ever worry your students will see you as cold? Perhaps you could stand to be a bit more expressive yourself!” Mikhail hoped he’d deflected enough from any potential misunderstandings. Emi seemed to have the same idea. He noticed both her little slip in implying both he and Hachi were...well, old, and pointing out the formality of the teacher-student...thing. He also noted her attempt at brushing over it to another topic, in this case, herself. It took some effort to hold back a snort of amusement when his earlier suspicion was immediately confirmed. Yup. Reporter in training. He definitely knew the type. Well, if Emi wanted to keep the conversation light, he was happy to oblige, even if he was a little indignant at her comment at his age. He couldn’t be that much older than most of the students at UA. She’d made it sound like he couldn’t learn anything new! “You’re a vlogger, Emi-kun? And Mia is helping you? Fascinating. I’m guessing it’s not a lifestyle vlog, then.” He said, turning his full attention back to the student. Small talk came easily to him--and this was a good chance to learn more about UA. “Fitness, maybe?” “Do you have a tech quirk, by any chance? Or is the vlog just a hobby?”
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Post by Hachi Tsutsuji on Nov 8, 2018 0:12:35 GMT -4
I'm only a social creature when sugar is involved.
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Hachi had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep the stern look on her face, despite that she was sincerely trying to scold Mikhail for his behavior. Not a lot, and not harshly, but a small scold. If he was going to be her assistant than he had to learn that him going around kissing the students on the back of the hand was not going to go over well. That way led to angry phone-calls from parents, rumor mills, and cat fights.
...then again maybe he was used to most of that.
His comment about her expression being seen as cold did knock what humor she'd been finding in the scenario to the side. She placed her painted claws over her mouth, and in a very small voice said, "...I am afraid my mouth cannot make a much larger smile than what you have seen, and my lack of eye brows and muscles to make my expression changes more noticeable...means this is the best I can do. I'm sorry if it comes off as cold, Orlov-kun, Ta--ah. Emi-kun." Though she tried to keep her voice in an even, somewhat teacherly tone, there was a hollowness to it that left her feeling, well, equally hollow. She was used to needing to use her voice or body language to portray emotions that her expression could not. Still. Having it called out by someone as animated as Mikhail stung.
She remained quiet as he and Emi discussed the latter's "vlog". The two of them would get along well, if she was popular enough on the internet to be here at a hero's party. "Well, Emi-kun, I hope you are making the most of this party as well. There are heroes asides from myself and Orlov-kun--ah, Serperior, here. It's an excellent chance to make work connections in the community." She glanced in the direction she'd seen Junko wonder off to. Hopefully she wasn't chasing down any of the students. "Though if I may offer a teacher's advice? Remember you are among heroes, and act accordingly, even if it is a party...some of them are not lenient to even the mildest sort of mischief."
That goes for you, too, Mikhail, she left unsaid.
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Post by Caitlyn on Nov 8, 2018 16:08:47 GMT -4
CAITLYN, ARMY OF ONE ■ 352 WORDS ■ "This is alcoholic, right?" ■
With the call out of her hero title, Caitlyn spied Mia and gave a smile wide enough to, well, let another few spiders to crawl out from her mouth. All of them crawling around her outfit, a few leaping away, carefully to their destination.
"Ah yes, we must fetch the treats for our master." one would say to the other in a friendly conversation. The other would nod and smile in reply, at least, that's how Caitlyn would have saw it. It wasn't like they have vocal chords, or a neck to even allow them to nod. But still, to fetch some meat, they went.
"Oh, but families are wonderful, besides I do not think I can save you from that, even if we are heroes." she would say, closing the distance between herself and her friend. "I had found it alright. I had taken Sentinel with me, and a friend from-" From what? How was she going to explain the reason to bring a student to party with adults. She quickly grabbed her phone with her two lowest arms, taking it out to fiddle with it.
Army of One: No drinking at the Party, Paragon! Or else I'll have to tie you up with silk!
That was fine, surely. "Work. He's a little young. I guess and apprentice is more accurate. Though, I did find someone to be my sidekick the other day." She remembered that man, even if she knew little about him. He had made a few mistakes, and she would do what she could to make sure he was cleared to go. ". . . we're allowed to do that, right?" there was still a few rules she didn't quite get down yet. As she finished her words, Chrisothper would return with a drink in hand. Taking it, Caitlyn would lift it to her lips, wondering what flavor it could be, or what alcohol at least. Surely he was nice enough to get her buzzed, right?
". . . might be a weird question, but do you happen to have meat here? Preferably raw... or burnt, either or."
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Post by Emi Ryoko Tachibana on Nov 8, 2018 16:49:56 GMT -4
She hadn’t thought of the serpent as the type to be mean, but even she couldn’t help but see his comments as a low blow. Which was surprising, seeing as she had not only commented on their age moments before, but also struggled to humanize the woman. Her response helped her to sympathise; even if her face barely moved, her volume spoke… well, volumes. Emi furrowed her brow a little, giving her teacher a look that was either pity or sympathy. Was there anything she could say in her defence, that wouldn’t come off as brownnosing or repetition? “It’s not your face I was talking about, it was your words. You can’t do much about not having muscles, so either work around it or roll with it, right?”
Without stopping to consider whether or not she had made things worse, she turned her attention back to Serperior. There was a glint in her eye as he showed interest in her work. She never missed an opportunity to talk about it. “Well, not really helping all the way, but her being part of it got a lot of her fans looking my way! It was a big boost that I’ll be riding on for a while, so… Actually, I guess she did help a lot!” Her smile returned in short order. “I would’ve come anyway, though! Not just to network,” she lied, “but to research! It isn’t all that often I get to see Pro Heroes and probably-future Pro Heroes in the wild.”
If there was one thing that was going to erase her nerves, it would be her passion. “See, my vlog isn’t some workout series. That’s alright and all, but anybody could do that. I’m making a vlog all about heroes! And hero students. I figure that a lot of us guys with quirks have been getting a real bad rap in the public eye. It’s stating to change, but I think it could go a little faster! And what better way to get some good press rolling on us ‘quirkers’ than to highlight the heroes? The volunteer fighters of society, discriminated and feared by the many, who still rise above it all for the greater good! And the juniors that bravely – proudly – take on the risk to be the next generation! I think there’s a lot of stories to be told there, and telling them might help… you know, change some minds. And no, my quirk doesn’t help me with that. I taught myself all about cameras and editing and worked from there. Pretty good, right?” Her smug smile made it clear that she didn’t need an answer.
It gave way to faux shock as Yellow Jacket tried to give some teacherly advice. “What, me? Madame Tsutsuji, what would ever give you the impression that I would cause mischief?” She placed fingertips against her lips, though the act only lasted a few seconds before she dissolved into giggles. “Actually… What kind of people coming to a Halloween costume party are against having some fun?” She couldn’t help but get the impression that she was mostly speaking for herself, but even see had taken the time to dress up. “Don’t you ever just want to relax a little and enjoy yourself, without worrying about your job? It might be nice! Seeing your students, or future students, outside of class. Maybe we can even learn new things about each other!” She’d barely noticed how nonchalant she was at the prospect of talking to a snake man and a giant bee, but perhaps that was for the best.
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Post by Kanna Kusanagi on Nov 10, 2018 7:54:45 GMT -4
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Mmm, not bad. This would do nicely, and while Kanna was pretty sure someone like Mia would have stronger stuff stashed away somewhere - and then defenitely intended to find it as the night went on - she could just as well settle for some makeshift panache right now. Gulping and sipping her way through her drink, she walked around Mia's place some more, quickly noticing how even more folks had arrived in the meantime. She recognized quite a few of them by face and name, even if she'd talk to... Well, none of them really...
She just happened to have a knack for digging up bits of information here and there, and at this point knew the name and faces of every student in her school.
Some were easier than others though. As she spotted a rather familiar blonde clad dressed like a comic book villain in pigtails, she couldn't help but let her gaze linger there:
"Oh, Jasmine huh...? So she also knows Red Horn...", mused the hacker, amidst another good chug of her drink. Not really surprising when she thought about it when she looked at the two blondes together and noticed the resemblance, but at the same time, people often did the same to herself.
Kanna saw a certain understanding between the two, she wasn't the type to randomly engage others in conversation without a good reason for it, and she always pegged Jaz for being similar to her in that regard. She kept hearing the things they had in common outnumber their differences. A wave and a curt nod acknowledged her presence, but for the most part, Kanna kept up her pressing task of finding stronger booze looking around the party in search of familiar faces, unaware Mia had already asked Jaz to point her in the right direction...
At that point, that famous alcoholic stash would be living on borrowed time...
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Post by Mikhail Orlov on Nov 11, 2018 0:58:34 GMT -4
Mikhail’s heart dropped when he realized he’d offended Hachi. His words had been meant as nothing more than gentle teasing, but it was clear he’d landed on an insecurity. Worse, Emi had picked up on it.
Stupidstupidstupid.
Had his social skills utterly atrophied in the hospital? Maybe he’d injured his brain badly enough in the accident that his sense of tact was damaged, alongside his ribs and face. This woman was going to be his mentor, his guide as a Pro-Hero, and on his very first social outing, in PUBLIC no less, he’d made a fool of himself. No, not just in public, in public, in front of a FAN!
He felt cold. He needed them to like him. He needed to fix it.
“Oh, Tsutsuji-san! That wasn’t what I meant to say at all.” Mikhail started, embarrassment painted on his face. “I didn’t mean your expression. I mean, it’s not as though that’s not important, it’s simply...”
Mikhail rubbed the back of his neck, trying to find the perfect way to put his next words. He wasn’t lying. But he needed to say this right.
“As an actor, I’m trained to express myself in every way I possibly can. And even more important than tone, or expression is body language. Tsutusji-san, even when your tone is warm, you can stand very stiffly. It’s not your fault, of course!” He said, keeping tone bright, though still very apologetic.
“It’s not the sort of thing most people think about! I’ve had instruction.” Mikhail added, slithering a bit closer. “And it’s actually not very hard to learn, you just have to pay attention. If I may?”
Maybe he was a bit caught up in the moment, but it felt like the excuse had gotten a bit away from him. This was actually something he hadn’t thought about--a skill, perhaps, that he could teach some pro heros. Mikhail reached out, placing one hand on Hachi’s shoulder, and the other on her waist, almost like the first steps of a dance.
“Just tilt your shoulders back a little more, and raise your chin higher--not too high, though. Think...eyes at nose height.” He murmured, his voice softer as he repeated the instructions he’d heard given to him. “Then...square your hips a bit more. Actually, no…”
His gently adjusted with his hand on her waist.
“Pop one. Just a little. You’d square them if you were man. Or…”
Mikhail smiled, as though acknowledging it was a bit silly to have different instructions like that.
“That’s what they told my co-stars. And ta-da! Your pose fits the costume.”
Mikhail coiled back, turning to Emi, hoping that it had redeemed him a little in her eyes. He hated disappointing people. The best part of the job was making fans happy.
It was only after he’d finished with his lesson that he had the mind to register what Emi had actually said, instead of just reading her reaction to him. And--to be honest, he found himself a little impressed, and envious. He’d been unfair to peg the girl as a paparazzi. Paparazzi were bottom-feeders. Emi had actual passion.
Had he had that passion as a teen? He must have. He had it now, right? That was why he was trying to be a hero.
Mikhail shook his head, not wanting to think about that too hard.
“Sorry about that. I think I got a little caught up. You’ve convinced me, Emi. I’ll be on the lookout for your work. And maybe you’ll even do a bit on me. After I’m done healing, though? I want to look my best.” He said, smoothing transitioning his attention to Emi. Asking her to delay her feature until he was done healing wasn’t just a polite deflection. The moment the bandages came off, he had plans. Plans involving finding the strongest hero he could, and challenging them to a fight.
“Unfortunately, I’m trying to learn how be a good role model for once in my life. So I can’t...um...approve of illegal underage activities. I’d love to grab something to eat or drink, though, and I’m curious about your quirk, since mine is a bit obvious. After we’re done talking though, I can’t really keep an eye on you. Just make sure you can get home safe.”
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