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Post by Hino Yojin on Mar 23, 2019 19:11:32 GMT -4
自由自在 can you feed the roomba while i'm out?
Yojin was lying on the sidewalk, looking up through the visor of a welding mask at the morning sun.
He’d decided it was time for a break.
Well.
Not decided, exactly. It hadn’t been a deliberate choice on his part.
His body had simply decided to stage a small scale revolt due to lack of sleep, hours of shop work, and jumping off a moving motorcycle.
Any moment now, his legs would start listening, and he could move them so they’d no longer be splayed out on the concrete like a starfish while they tingled numbly. And he was certain that soon, his arms would help pull him up, and grab the handlebars of his moped again so he could steer it out of the ditch it was in. The hum of the its motor was probably bothering someone.
It was unfortunate--or, to put it in his usual words, a real fucking bitch that the part of his body that had decided to remain in contact was his shoulder and back. The screaming pain was getting tiresome.
Maybe though, this whole...insurrection, had been sparked by the work of a traitor.
Maybe it was all because of the fog wrapping around his brain. The deep, irresistible call of sleep. The threat of staying awake…
His eyes were watering, the morning sun a hazy blur.
They burnt when he blinked them, and in the moment of blackness he saw Haruuhi’s legs. Twisted. Mangled. Bits of red-streak white sticking out like...a candy cane? A bad Halloween prop? A--
His stomach churned and heaved.
Yojin’s eyes went wide, and for a second, everything worked as he rolled over onto his stomach, ripped his helmet off, and with a convulsive shudder, vomited onto the grass. He let out a whimper of pain, the shudder followed by flares of pain through his back.
God, I am a miserable case.
He’d been terrified of dying. He still was.
His hands were shaking and cold and he could still see them. Thunder. The Bucket fucker. Shadows in the room.
People walked this road. It went by the ocean, and it was morning.
Someone would find him. Someone would help him. Someone…
Someone would see him like this.
God. What will people think?
He needed to explain. He needed to call his parents. The last words he had were text messages, full of fear and fury. Just like…
Just like Chimera’s had been.
Chimera didn’t know he was alive.
Chimera had saved him in the festival, and this was how he’d repaid that kindness.
Before he passed out, it would probably be polite to call Chimera, and tell him he was alright. And then Chimera could tell his parents.
Numb, fumbling fingers dug into his jumpsuit, and pulled out a phone. He tapped his roomates number on speed-dial, and waited until someone picked up.
“Um. Hey. Yojin here.” He started. His mouth felt strange. Like he’d been gargling alcohol “I wanted to apologize about last night.”.
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Post by Chimera on Mar 23, 2019 20:36:07 GMT -4
888 WC MY FRIENDS ARE INSANE | Everything had happened less than twenty-four hours ago. It hasn't even been long enough for him to get a full night's sleep...not that Chimera had slept well after seeing pictures of one of his classmate half-dead, bones peeking out of her skin, her fire red hair almost perfectly matching the shade of her blood that stained almost her entire body, the rest of said body an ugly shade of deep purple...Haruuhi wasn't a friend of his, he only ever saw her in his classes, but goddammit he saw her every day and knew her name and knew her voice and knew she was a good person who was just like him, just like all of them, and...
It was supposed to have stopped after Semper Fi. Or at least slowed down. But it hadn't. There hadn't been time to. Just as he'd started to breathe and recover, after he'd talked to his friends, called out the world, seen criminals who were trying to start a war put behind bars...just as everything was okay, suddenly, everything was all wrong all over again. He'd been up all night in fear. Fear for Haruuhi, of course, but there was more to it than just her.
Darren had gone out looking for her, but had been brought back.
Rin had tried to get out and had been stopped.
Alex had helped both of them, as far as he knew. Given them information.
But all of them had returned, or had never left. One after the other his friends that he loved, that he didn't want any harm to come to ever, were returned safely to U.A. They were in trouble--they should be--but they were okay.
Except for one.
Yojin hadn't come back. Yojin hadn't been found, even though Chimera told his teacher that he was missing. Yojin had stopped responding to his frantic, furious, tearful messages. At some point they'd changed from demanding he return to the dorms and threatening to turn him into the teachers to begging him to at least prove that he was somewhere safe. Anywhere safe. Just safe.
Chimera hadn't slept all night. He had tried. Sort of. He'd laid down in his bed and turned off the chatroom and been staring into the black of his ceiling, but every time anything made his phone light up--or any time he thought it did, which turned out to be nine times out of ten--he'd jolted back to full alertness and been unable to calm down for another hour or so. It had repeated ad nauseam, all through the night, until the first crack of sunlight came through the window to their shared dorm room. With him, by himself and all alone, inside.
Please. Please be alive. Please be okay. Please. I can't...I can't lose any friends...I can't lose my best friend. Just...please be okay. Please be okay.
Please...
Sitting up in his bed with his back against the wall, holding tight to his pillow, Chimera tried to come up with a plan of action. Telling the teachers was the first part. They had to have somebody who could find him. Police. Anyone who wasn't looking for Haruuhi...was there anyone who wasn't? There had to be. God, was it wrong of him to wish that there were people who weren't trying to rescue one of his classmates? It felt wrong. It felt selfish. But there had to be more than enough now, couldn't there be? There had to be. Had to be.
He had only enough mental capacity to immediately realize that his phone was ringing, and without even thinking his arm snapped out and he grabbed it.
Oh my God.
He swiped to answer and the voice on the other side, though awkward, like it was speaking from a mouth full of cotton, wasn't that of a deranged killer or a kidnapper or, hell, anybody other than the one voice he desperately needed to hear right now. The recently hardly dried around his eyes became wet again.
"Yojin...? Yojin?! Are--Are you okay?! Where are you?! Oh my god I--you stopped--why did you--you finally--" he tried in vain to make a coherent sentence before sobs started bubbling in his throat, audible in his voice, "Please...please j-just tell me you're alright, I...I c-couldn't sleep, I just...I w-was praying you were g-gonna come back but you...you...God, if you had d-...d-..."
Chimera tried to choke back his tears. He needed to hear Yojin, needed to know what the hell had happened to him. Where he was. He sounded wrong. Was he hurt? Where was he? Did he need help? If he was alright, if he wasn't hurt and wasn't in danger and was just somewhere safe and sound, then Chimera was honestly going to break down harder than he already was.
His best friend was alive.
But was he alright?
"Yojin you s-sound bad. Are you hurt...? D-Do you..." a pause, then, with a trembling breath, continued, "Do you need me to b-bring you back...?"
He didn't care if the school was still on lockdown. If the teachers were busy finding Haruuhi, then Chimera would go and bring Yojin back home himself. |
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Post by Hino Yojin on Apr 18, 2019 18:09:09 GMT -4
Oh, thank god.
Chimera wasn’t angry.
Or, well, his friend didn’t sound angry. Thinking logically, there was no way was Chimera wasn’t going to be absolutely furious with him eventually. Right now, though, Yojin was just relieved to hear his voice.
“Morning.” Yojin started, his voice still mumbling and slurred. What was he going to say again? He’d been--
Wow. That’s sure a lot of questions.
Yojin trailed off blankly. Chimera wasn’t making much sense. It felt like his friend should have been making more sense, but the words sounded strange. Just a bunch of noise.
“I’m fine.” Yojin replied, instinctively trying to calm his friend down. He coughed, his voice very dry and creaky. “Mostly fine. Tired. I--”
Chimera still sounded bad. What could he even say?
The truth?
Yeah. Tell his friend he’d gone and done exactly what he’d tried to stop Darren and Melody from doing. That sounded great.
“...Long night.” He creaked.
Some part of his brain was screaming that he was being stupid; he wasn’t fine. He couldn’t even walk. If he lay here--well, he was going to get a hell of a tan.
He could barely feel the grass and concrete of the sidewalk under him, though. It actually was kinda nice. Spots had started to dance in front of his eyes, hazy, heady floaters, flashing colors he knew weren’t real. The sun was swimming like the heat off a car engine after running it for hours.
“...Sorry, like I said, really tired. What did you just say?” He asked. Yojin was pretty sure he’d missed something. God. At least Chimera was easy to talk with. Yojin always screwed conversations up. He’d slip--say something wrong, get distracted and lose track, and then…
Well. He hadn’t had a lot of friends. Yojin swallowed, eyes watering, a tear tracing a line through the dust on his face. He stuck out his tongue and licked it up. It tickled. God. Chimera sounded so cut up.
Crap. He’d done it again. Drifted off.
“...Hey. I’m having a bit of trouble focusing right now. I’m...um...on the Sunrise Boulevard? The one on the canal, with the trees?” Yojin said. He was pretty sure that was right. Maybe he should check his phone.
He focused, about to use his quirk to puppet it, then winced, little fireworks going off in his head. Um. Nope. Bad idea.
“...Chimera?” He asked. His phone made a staticky noise. Shit. What had he just done
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Post by Chimera on Apr 21, 2019 9:06:54 GMT -4
907 WC you smell awful too | He wasn't making sense. No, that wasn't right--Yojin was making sense in a context that was much lighter than their current predicament. He was "fine"? "Tired"? What the hell did that mean? His voice still sounded all sorts of wrong. Where was he? Where had he been all night? Had he been awake the whole time? He wasn't even paying attention. That wasn't like Yojin at all.
Something was very wrong.
"L-Look, just, just stop talking and tell me where you are," Chimera tried his best to sound stern, hoping it would direct Yojin's wandering attention span to do as he asked. He got something out of it at least. He was in Musutafu. Had he really been so close this whole time? Or had he made it back from wherever the hell he had been and had wound up there, and finally called home. The latter felt more likely. If he had been so close all night then he could have just gotten back on his own. Though this was Yojin he was talking to. Logical conclusions didn't always come to him the way they should have.
Still, it was close enough that Chimera could run there in record time. "Yeah. Yeah yeah yeah, I'll be there, just don't do anything--"
There was an awful whining noise from his phone and he jerked his head away, holding his sensitive ear with his free paw until it cut off. What the--
Shit.
"Yojin?!" Chimera barked back into the mic, hearing nothing but the familiar blank space of a dead line. Of course. Had his phone run out of batteries? But Yojin was a battery. So then the idiot must have tried to do something and broken it. Chimera didn't have time to think about it too hard. He got off of his bed and started changing into something other than the clothes he'd been wearing last night--he didn't remember getting into pajamas, but he had changed after going to the gym and after running into...Stitch. Right. Had that been last night, too? It felt like it had been forever ago. Everything was wrong.
He grabbed a few bottles of water from Yojin's mini-fridge, as well as a box of his protein bars and the first-aid kit that was in all the dorm rooms. What state was Yojin going to be in when Chimera got to him? He sounded like a rusty hinge. Tired, too, but that was just Yojin on a good day. No, it had been different from his normal brand of perpetual exhaustion, and not in a good way.
Nothing was in a good way today.
With the bag packed and his phone secured in a zipped-up pocket of the backpack, Chimera rushed down the hallway as quickly as his rabbit reflexes could get him. He was sure somebody would hear him. Soft as his feet were he wasn't trying to be quiet. Would anyone alert a teacher, though? It felt like he'd been the only one to do so last night--he doubted anything would change.
Was this how Rin, Darren, and all the others who had tried to help last night had felt? Desperate and scared, feeling like they were the only ones who could do anything? He knew he could alert a teacher instead of this. They'd be slower than him, though. He knew where Yojin was and could get to him now instead of later. Later might be too late. And even if it wasn't...he...
He had to see Yojin. He had to.
Not after he was found. Not in the infirmary. Not when he was safe.
Now.
Chimera may not have had Darren's ability to propel himself off the dorm rooftop, but as it turned out, claws that could break stone were pretty great for climbing the walls. The landing left something to be desired--his knees were screaming by the time he'd made it to the channel Yojin had specified--but that was less important than simply not being caught. The sun was still low enough that he knew it was early morning, but not so early that shops wouldn't be opening and people wouldn't be walking around, assuming people weren't hiding from the villain alert put out last night. Chimera weaved in and out of trees along the canal, eyes scanning the grass for a sign of his roommate.
His nose caught the scent of smoke before his eyes landed on a head of blonde hair and mess of black clothing laying in the dirt. He sprinted for it.
"YOJIN!!"
Oh God, he's okay. He's okay. He has to be. Please be okay.
Chimera stopped not even a foot away and dropped into a kneel next to Yojin, narrowly missing a puddle of what smelled like vomit. He could be disgusted later. What...what was with the welding mask? Why was his scooter like that? Had he crashed driving home? The bike--and all of Yojin--smelled like tar. Questions for later. Chimera placed a paw on Yojin's shoulder, trying to help him to sit up. "Hey, hey hey, it's okay, I've got you, you...y..." he stuttered, tears threatening to spill over again, but they were choked down as he opened the backpack and pulled out one of the bottles of water, holding it out to him.
A strangled, manic giggle escaped his throat.
"...you look terrible, idiot." |
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Post by Hino Yojin on May 14, 2019 12:53:48 GMT -4
Yojin lifted his head very slightly, blinking his eyes open as he felt arms wrap around him. His head was pounding, and his tongue felt thick and dry in his mouth-it felt like the time he’d snuck a case of beer from the workshop and “sampled” it with his friends. Only...worse. And yet...well, he knew that voice. And the strong smell of what he, and no one else in UA knew was dog shampoo on clean fur.
And he also knew he was safe.
Well. Mostly safe. Chimera might kill him yet.
Yojin slowly blinked, eyes gummy and sore, unable to see anything except blurry shapes.
“Hey Chimmy. You look...fuzzy.” Yojin murmured, lips curling into a punch-drunk grin at his own wit. He snorted--almost laughed, but his throat felt awful; raw, and cracked and dry. “Shi--ah.”
With what felt like herculean effort, he lifted his arm very slowly, then rubbed his eyes with the back of his bandaged hand. Just as an experiment, he tried to flex his fingers. No luck. His hand was too stiff to move by now.
Was he drifting off again? There was something important…
Chimera. Right. He needed to explain to Chimera.
But his throat hurt too much to talk right now.
“...Water?” He croaked hopefully. Yeah. That would probably help. Water.
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Post by Chimera on May 19, 2019 17:05:47 GMT -4
502 WC *sobs* you idiot | Yojin was so easy for Chimera to move that it might have been insulting to him, were he not somewhere between a concussion and who-the-hell-knows-what. His hand was wrapped and injured, and Chimera could just make out the sickly sweet smell of a congealing wound beneath the bandages, but it was old and the smell of smoke shrouded it like a heavy blanket--he would stay in control, so long the wound didn't open. Chimera really should have taken a first-aid class or something to know how serious that injury was. Hands had a lot of muscles, right? How deep was that cut? Should he take him to the hospital?
Despite the rapid-fire questions going off in his head, Chimera still had to choke on a giggle at Yojin's sad excuse for a joke. He could feel bad about laughing later. Right now, it was the only sound he could make that wasn't about to turn into outright sobbing. When he was asked for water, though, Chimera's brow furrowed and he glanced at the bottle in the paw not keeping Yojin sitting up. "I've got it right--..." he paused, teeth clicking closed. Could he not see? Was he that bad right now? What the hell had he been doing to...
Chimera brought the bottle of water to his lips and tilted it very, very slowly upwards, like giving a small child something to drink from a "grown-up" cup. It was a motion he had some practice with from home, but not enough that it didn't spill a little onto his roommate's shirt. Soon as Yojin got a mouthful, however, he lifted the bottle enough to splash a good quarter of it over his face.
"You deserve that," he muttered, and waited to give Yojin a chance to sputter and come back to life--however much he was able--before speaking further, "You deserve a lot of thing but that'll do for now. What the hell, Yojin...? What are you doing here?! What happened to your bike? Your hand?? What the heck is with the mask? Why...why didn't you come back to the school...?!"
As much as his eyes burned the tears held back for just a moment longer, anger born of worry keeping them at bay. He'd run all the way out here to make sure he was alright. Now that the adrenaline was lessening, injuries or no injuries, he was going to get some goddamn answers from his friend. Now.
Or as soon as his throat started to sound less like gravel on sandpaper.
Chimera kept the bottle close enough that Yojin could take another drink.
"I was so worried about you. I...I kept thinking you'd been taken, too, and..." Chimera whimpered softly, the paw on Yojin's shoulder tightening, "...if...if you'd been hurt like Haruuhi, or even worse, I...I kept seeing you like that picture, like..." he blinked a tear that got lost the fur around his eyes, "...just...God..." |
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Post by Hino Yojin on Nov 7, 2019 19:29:22 GMT -4
Chimera might have intended it as a rebuke, but getting drenched in cold water actually helped clear the rust from Yojin’s brain. He still coughed and sputtered, throat burning, the sick taste in his mouth and second wave of nausea bringing him dangerous close to a second eruption.
Not that there was anything in him but the water he’d just drank, but it’d be nice to keep it there.
“Urghf!” He eloquently protested, pushing away from Chimera, hunched, doubled over and kneeling, both hands firmly planted in the dirt to prop him up as he fought back the urge to heave.
It slowly subsiding, pulsing down into a disgusting coil of soreness in his core. His face was very pink, and he felt unpleasantly clammy.
“I--sorry--thanks--I—” He sniffled, wiping his mouth and nose on his bandaged hand, panting. “Christ, slow down!” He muttered, still panting for breath.
“Spinny.” He added. The world did, in fact, feel unpleasantly unstable.
“...I—” Yojin sighed, staring at the ground, trying to collect his thoughts, find a chain. Everything was so blurry. What was important?
“Haruuhi’s fine…” He mumbled. Yeah. That was probably the important part. Wait, no… “Well...bad…” His stomach lurched again. “She’s gonna make it.”
There was more--Chimera had asked so many questions. He had to explain. What else was there? Come on—
“Saw Thunda--Thundersshock. Tunder--the villain. And the Bucket. And Giest. And a bunch of vigilantes. Oh. Nakhahra-sensei was there too. I made one a suit. A vigilante.” He rambled. His voice was thick, and heavy. Even now, it felt blurry. “Thanks for--I helped. I broke some chains. And tried run him over. It didn’t...well, it might have--there were so many people. So many Quirkers.”
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Post by Chimera on Nov 21, 2019 14:41:40 GMT -4
493 WC oh hey this exists | He was such a wreck. Jesus Christ.
Chimera had enough reflexes and sense that when Yojin pushed him away he pulled his whole body back, realizing, suddenly, that it looked like this was not the first time Yojin had gotten sick over this. Nothing came up but that didn't make the gagging any more pleasant to witness. With a large gentle paw Chimera rubbed Yojin's back until he stopped twitching and flinching and could sit back up again. And offered the water again. "Sorry. Tiny sips this time."
Between mutterings and half-sentences, Yojin finally started talking. It wasn't entirely clear but it answered some of Chimera's questions off the bat. Yojin had been there. The absolute idiot had gone to where that villain had been keeping Haruuhi--how had he even found that out?!--and seen her, but he said she was going to be okay. Before Chimera could ask how he knew he kept going, more and more words continuing to fall out from his lips.
His ears kept pulling back farther and farther, dread and fear and utter shock so clear on his face that there was no mistaking it, even if Yojin was as aware as a drunkard right now. Thunder Shock, Japan's highest priority villain, had been there? And Yojin had seen him--no, no, not just seen him, he'd tried to fight him?! Run him over with...well, that explained the bike's sorry state, but he kept on going. Made a suit? For a vigilante? Vigilantes had been involved, too? But how had Yojin been in touch with them to make one a suit? Where had this happened? When had this happened?! Last night? Was that how he found out where Haruuhi was being kept; through the vigilante he...knew...?
Chimera's mouth opened and closed a few times as questions formed and died over and over again. What did he ask? What was going on? Yojin wasn't this vigilante-knowing--hell, vigilante aiding--secret crook who went out behind UA's back like this. He was just...Yojin. Actual Human Disaster™️ Hino Yojin. But...
It lined up, didn't it.
The late nights with no explanation, the constant exhaustion, the times he disappeared and Chimera couldn't reach him. He claimed he got a "job" but what kind of job would work a kid their age that late? Not a legal one, surely. He didn't want to accuse his friend of breaking the law. Not in a million years.
But it was all right here.
"...I...I think...we need to find a better place to talk about this than the road," he mumbled, still in a lot of shock, but he shook his head and cleared it a little. "Wh-where did you make this...vigilante a suit? The school machine shop? You...you didn't steal it, I know you didn't...did you? I...fuck, Yojin, I don't..."
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Post by Hino Yojin on Dec 17, 2019 15:53:52 GMT -4
自由自在 rip, dethcycle. until you rise again
Chimera was taking it pretty well, all things considered. For some reason, Yojin had expected more anger. He certainly deserved it. He’d deceived his friend for months, going behind his back. Not a harmless lie, either--to a hero, wasn’t his work a betrayal of UA, a betrayal of the principle of heroism that they all aspired to?
I’m never going to be a hero, though…
Maybe it was just shock. Maybe when that faded…
His throat throbbed in pain.
Yojin nodded wearily along, reaching out with a trembling hand, tilting up the water bottle, taking a sip. He resisted the urge to swallow, swishing it around his mouth before spitting it onto the grass. For a second, he stared blankly at the parched spring grass sucking up water, before he shook his head, blinking again, and took the tiniest sip.
It hurt his throat again, but it helped as well. He felt a little sharper, which amusingly, brought the scrapes on his hands and knees back to sharp relief.
“Yeah. It’s a lot.” He croaked, blinking to focus on Chimera again, trying to get some idea of his friend’s thoughts.
“...I always thought you knew something was up--never been a good liar.” He sighed. That couldn’t help, but…he had to stop thinking about everything he was doing, everything he’d done, or he’d throw up again.
God, if he ever finds out about the truck--
“Wasn’t lying about dumpster diving.” He muttered in response to Chimera's question about the shoot, avoiding his friend's eyes. “...You’re right. Off the grass. My shop’s like 45 minutes away. You want to...see it, or hit a cafe? We can take a train, but I’ll need your help with the Dethcycle.”
He winced, turning to look at the fallen bike. God, would it even run? He could use his quirk to fix it, maybe...
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Post by Chimera on Dec 21, 2019 18:40:15 GMT -4
512 WC casual boommates | Dumpster diving didn't explain how he made a fully-functional "super suit", but Yojin wasn't in the state to answer more questions. "I even called you out on it. On the...not lying, but on never telling me the truth. Of all the things I hate being right about...hah..." Chimera sighed and started to stand up. His hands were a little shaky and he wasn't quite sure what to think about all of this, but right now, they weren't in a good place for this talk and Yojin probably wasn't going to be walking by himself until he actually rested. He pulled his cell out of his pocket. He didn't hand it to Yojin after a moment of thought, instead he just spoke aloud: "Give me the address to 'your shop', and I'll get us there."
With the address to the place put in, Chimera pocketed his phone again and then pushed the backpack over Yojin's arms. "You hold this..." He glanced at the bike in the grass, "If you can't make that thing work, we'll have to come back for it. I doubt anyone's going to steal it, at least."
And then he lifted Yojin and the backpack up like he was picking up a bag of down pillows and hoisted him onto his back. The ease of which he actually did it made Chimera pause and genuinely snicker. He hadn't not known he was strong enough to lift somebody Yojin's size up but just how goddamn easy it had been was a little jarring. Man. Chimera barely felt like he was holding them; just the heat of his body--
"Y-You need to eat more, man, or you're going to start shrinking." Chimera put one hand under Yojin's leg and, staring straight ahead and--trying very hard not to think the end of that sentence to himself--started in the direction the phone was telling him to walk. He wasn't running at full speed. It would draw more attention, even if the streets were deserted, and be a more obvious use of his Quirk than just hefting his roommate around; but he was still going quick enough that he may as well have not been carrying a person on his back.
Around corners too quiet to be normal (whee, lock-downs were fun) they went. It took about as long as Yojin had thought up but, hey, this sort of thing didn't wear him out half as much as hero training did. And there was still the lingering rush of knowing his friend was alive, even if it was muddled with the pain of knowing that he wasn't just hurt, but that he'd been lying about a lot for the last year. Urgh. Alright, that part couldn't wait until they hit the shop.
"Any other revelations you wanna drop on me now? I promise not to drop you, no matter how bad they are," Chimera tried to sound more nonchalant than he felt and it fell very, very flat, "Does anyone else know you were out doing this?" |
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Post by Hino Yojin on Jan 10, 2020 23:24:24 GMT -4
自由自在 onward my noble steed
“Blow it, you’re just huge.” Yojin muttered as Chimera picked him up, desperately embarrassed at how helpless he was. “I was gonna fix that--hup! Urgh!”
Yojin caught off as his stomach lurched again when Chimera started to move, staring at his fallen moped desperately. Fuck, he could have at least given him a chance!
Any further protest had to wait, though--at least until his stomach settled. Yojin let himself be carried, seething with each step, as they headed toward the train line to Kabuchiko. If anyone found his bike--
Well, it didn’t use keys to start anymore. He was the only one who could drive it.
Yojin was used to heading to Tokyo by moped, zipping around corners and through streets, weaving around traffic all the way. He was used to being alone. During the trip, he’d put in his headphones, crank up the music, and jam, deep enough in his Technomancy that the moped felt like part of his body.
This just felt awkward, clunky, and embarrassing. Warm, sure. Nice to know his friend had his back. But he didn't like feeling out of control.
“Please. Drop me. Better than the bouncing.” He mumbled back. “Um. Off-the-grid chop gear shop. Helped save Haruuhi. Met some Vigilantes. She's in some weird shit.”
Robbed a truck with a villain…
Yojin felt his neck burn, and his throat tightened again.
“We’re getting close to the station. I can walk. Lemme walk.” He said, trying to sound confident. He let himself slide down Chimera’s back, then staggered, grabbing his friend’s shoulder to stay up.
“Yeah. See? Easy as cake.”
Clinging to Chimera like a drunk, he staggered to the station.
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The train to Kabuchiko was too cramped and noise to talk, but at least Yojin could sit, even if he got some dirty looks from the older passengers. He tried to wave apology to each one, trying to indicate that he wasn’t being selfish, his legs just weren’t working like they should. He wanted to listen to music, but his earphones were busted too, and so he tinkered with them with his quirk, the little wires braiding, twining, threading apart and together as he tried to cut out the static.
It was almost a relief when they stopped, and the two students walked out into the run-down station in Kabukicho that was nearest to his shop. As they broke free of the crowd, the districts shadiness became quickly apparent. Industrial poverty. Pawnshops, strip clubs, love hotels, pachinko clubs, and barred up-windows. Busted lights, and litter here and there, cars with dings.
This wasn’t the sort of neighborhood that children played in, or people walked their dogs in.
“...You ever been to Kabuchiko before? It’s not all like this. Some’s money.” Yojin muttered, suddenly remembering that Chimera was foreign. He didn’t know the district’s reputation. “It's all little a sketch, though. This place is rough, too. I had to get M--a friend to scare off some biker types.”
Yojin sucked in a stale breath of the sour, smokey air, wondering if it was wise to cut short before mentioning Maxi. Chimera had asked for honesty, but...Maxi had been a friend. Before he'd gotten kicked out after shanking another student.
“...Keep an ear out, and walk fast.”
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Post by Chimera on Jan 16, 2020 14:52:03 GMT -4
529 WC Concerned Goat | It was easier for Chimera to ignore Yojin's protests than usual, because the little bastard hard earned a little discomfort after the night he'd put his friend through. Sure, he hadn't slept and had seen some really awful things today--Chimera wasn't about to rub salt in that trauma, no sir--but laying awake all night wondering if his roommate was dead for more than ten hours had not been pleasant, either. So. "Suffer for another couple of blocks, you scrub," he huffed and kept running, hardly even winded by the effort it took to keep a good pace and carry Yojin, "So, wait, Haruuhi wasn't kidnapped because she's a UA student? Then what the heck was going on?? The teachers gave us, like, next to no information after you went offline."
As they approached the station there were some more people, so he did, in fact, stop, and let Yojin climb down despite his better instincts. He managed to at least slip the backpack off from Yojin before he stumbled, placing it back over his own shoulder while the other was being used as a crutch. Chimera sighed and easily lifted Yojin by the waist. "If an officer stops us, I'm telling him you have a Quirk that makes your bones into rice-paper. Come on, limpy."
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Chimera was not a fan of trains, or most modes of transportation, but he put up with it because he had to. He stood over Yojin where he sat and kept looking at the random adults giving them weird looks. For once, it was mostly at Yojin and not the goat-man. He didn't understand the customs enough to know why they were upset, but...come on, he was already feeling shit enough without the looks. Buzz off. When they finally stopped he helped lug Yojin through the crowd again and out into the brisk spring air of...what looked like Tokyo's "bad side of town". Yikes. Chimera walked closer to Yojin than before.
Kabuchiko? He had heard of it a couple times in hero class, or in news reports, but never seen it on film or in person. He squinted at a few of the signs as they went past them. His Japanese was still a bit "meh" at times but he could make most of them out. What the heck was a pachinko? And what was a "fashion hotel"? Or, wait, was he reading that one wrong? And what was...oh, God, he knew what that one was, never mind. He felt his nose heating up and he turned his head sharply to face forward instead. "Nope. No I have not. Uh, Yojin, why the fresh hell would you do anything in the same place as a bunch of brothels??" Was that the right thing to focus on right now? No, but it was a lot easier to feel embarrassed than sort out what he was supposed to be feeling right now. Still, as instructed, he kept his ears perked.
"Friend, huh...is this friend also a vigilante? Do you have a lot of those around?" The fear and worry in his voice undercut anything else in his words. |
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Post by quizzity on Jun 19, 2020 1:54:34 GMT -4
Hino Yojin earned 21 exp, and started with 300 Chimera earned 34 exp, and started with 493
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