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Post by Brandon Drake on Mar 31, 2019 18:44:27 GMT -4
January. New Years Day passed through without anything disastrous occurring like it did on Christmas Week. Compared to the studio invasion and kidnapping, nothing major happened. The public eye decided to at least take a break in promoting these vile actions and focus on the future. A new year, a new self, some say.
A small ramen stop lies in the middle of a shady street, surrounded by alleyways where one may find muggers and small time crooks performing illicit deals. If one manages to avoid any trouble, they would be rewarded with this small quaint shop serving a collection of meals such as soba, takoyaki, and several flavors of your picking for ramen.
The owner of the building readies the bar where customers wander, where a bell was heard. A young man walks in, with a solemn look on his face. He glares at him. He appears to be wearing a dark grey hoodie with some words on it saying something about "Top Self" with a dragon decal plastered all over the hoodie. Unlike what the hoodie says, the man does not appear to be at his "top self." His eyes look baggy and he appears to be wearing a sling. He must have damaged his hand, somehow.
The young man props up on a chair and sits there.
"Want anything?" The owner asks?
The young man says nothing. He just grabs a menu, glazes over it, and taps on a water. The owner shrugs and proceeds to go get it.
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Brandon doesn't understand why he came here. He wasn't in the mood for ramen, but he wasn't in the mood for his friend to keep asking him to cheer up or some other bullshit. He just drove across the city and found himself attracted to this place. Not sure why, but at least it's not populated by people. He could have just stayed in his apartment, but he rather not be cooped up in a closed space.
He looks around him. Not fancy, as most small food stops are. He appears to be the only one here other than the store owners and chef. Chefs? Who knows, he's not in a mood to ask. A small thud is heard; the owner has returned with a cup of water. Brandon proceeds to gr-
Right. Forgot. The sling. He sighs and grabs it with his other hand. Brandon slowly sips from it and sits there, barely moving.
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Post by Arthur "Reddarcc" Hunter on Mar 31, 2019 20:20:00 GMT -4
Reddarcc was running. Kazama Koichi and his Krew were after him again, but that he could handle pretty easily. It was the fellow quirkers who were after him, wanting a piece of the "Blonde Whirlwind" or some shit like that. He didnt understand why they called him that, he just wanted to be left alone for a day for once in his life. Which is why he was now discretely using his quirk to trick his way across buildings with his skates. If anything, he could always count on those to get himself out of a jam. Plus the cops couldnt prove he was using his quirk as a slight booster, so they just left him to his tricking business. Unfortuantly for him, he wasnt exactly the best at it, which is why he was currently falling down to the street after slipping off of a guard rail. Shit, this is just great, bought to crack my head open on a curb. He thought, but luckily for him, his trajectory took him straight into a nearby dumpster.I think i would have prefered the pavement. He thought after landing with a considerable crash. Luckily there wasnt anything liquid in there, but god did it stink. The thing was full of discarded ramen take out boxes and other packaging waste, which he had to brush off as he climbed out of the thing. Least he'd probably lost the other deliquents for now, this place was a maze of streets and small alleys, it'd be hell trying to find anyone in here, never mind a dude who could scale buildings. He took a look into the other dumpster, and thought himself considerable lucky he didnt fall into that one, since thats where all the actual food waste went it seemed. He could see thrown away noodles and broth in there, and it was not an appealing sight. That god his quirk kept bad smells form staying on him for more than a few seconds. Well that explains the smell, Jesus christ thats horrible. He made his way out onto the street, just wanting to go home, when he spotted a neat little ramen shop to his left. He was considering just passing by and getting some take out closer to his place, but a yell from afar dashed those hopes. "I SAW THE BASTARD GO THIS WAY, LETS FIND HIM AND KICK HIS ASS!!!" God he is loud, i pray that ginger fuck doesnt ever find a megaphone. Not wanting to deal with the Kazama Koichi Krew, he decided to just get a nice, big bowl of ramen and just wait this one out. All that running makes a man appetite skyrocket.
So thats how this wayward deliquent, in a Red leather jacket, Nice white shirt, Black slate jeans and skates found himself walking into a ramen shop on his own. He eyed up the place, and figured it was a nice little hideaway for the time being. Looked like the only other person in here besides the employeers was some sad sack with a broken arm. Damn, he looks like he's having a rough time. The skater thought. As much as he knew the guy probably wanted to be left alone, his instinct wouldnt let him just ignore the guy, so he felt he had to atleast attempt to talk to the guy a bit, despite his inherent lack of social skills. Hell, worst comes to worst, he could just have the guy punch him in the face. Always made Red feel better when he did that, and he was also the best punching bag he knew of. He had the scars to prove it after all. So, he walked up to the counter, asked for the biggest bowl of ramen they had, some water, and then walked over to the guys table. All he did was ask one question."Hey, you mind if i sit here, mate? You look like you need someone to talk to.
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Post by Brandon Drake on Mar 31, 2019 20:32:06 GMT -4
Someone in a red jacket comes walking in all showman-like and asks for a large bowl of ramen. Out of all the spots to sit on, he decided to sit right next to Brandon. Brandon looks a bit surprised, but no matter. He attempts to ignore the kid when all of a sudden he started to open his mouth and ask him:
"Hey, you mind if I sit here, mate? You look like you need someone to talk to."
The young man gives off a sort of goofy grin as he grabs a cup of water and starts chugging it. Brandon looks a bit confused at him, but says nothing back. There's really no need to say "no" to him, he seems like the kind of guy who can't take no for an answer. However, after a while, something seemed a bit off about this guy. There was something...weird that Brandon can't help but wonder...
Does this kid smell like trash?
The slight scent of garbage surrounds this kid as if it was a barrier. Does he know? Is Brandon just imagining it? He glares at the kid, takes a gulp of water, and decides to ask him with no hesitation:
"Do you know you smell like garbage?"
Straight to his face. Brandon does not care about how he'll respond. If anything, it would be a good thing if he got insulted and just left altogether.
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Post by Arthur "Reddarcc" Hunter on Mar 31, 2019 21:05:08 GMT -4
After Red sat down, he just waited for the guy to say something, Anything to him. He was honestly kind of nervous, since he didnt know how to talk to people well....or at all really. Either it was cause he had a quirk or cause he was foreign, everyone usually found a reason to either ignore or curse him. To try and calm his nerves, he just gave off a dumbass smile, hoping that'd get him to say something. But no dice, the guy was locked up harder than a safe at a bank. This just made his nerves worse, so he just took a massive gulp of water. It didnt help much, but it was it was better than nothing. His quirk had started acting up too.....and somehow he could still smell the trash from earlier. It was at this moment that a thought crossed Reds mind. Dont tell me that trash smell is still on me. It couldnt be, his quirk usually kept that stuff off of him, it was one of the few perks it gave him. Just how fuckin strong was the smell out there? His quirk started acting up more, as the horrid thought that he was spreading trash smell all over this place. And the more his quirk acted up, the more he got worried, so the more his quirk acted up, it was a self fufilling prophecy. Please god, let the smell fuck off, it should have already gone by now goddammit. Hopefully the dude next to me doesnt noti--.
"Do you know you smell like garbage?" Fuck. Well no point in disregarding it or lying, may as well tell him. He thought. Least he got the guy talking atleast, he could say the trash was a blessing in disguise.....nah, it still smelled like real bad shit. "Oh shit, is that still on me? Sorry, kinda took a spill into a dumpster just outside, slipped off of a guard rail. Was running from some people who wanted to pick a fight, and i didnt feel like getting my ass kicked by a bunch of other kids with quirks was a good idea today. Dont worry though, if my quirk actually does its damn job, smell should fuck off in a few seconds." He explained, and just his luck, the smell seemed to dissipate a bit, eventually fading from the place. A few seconds later, the owner brought him his ramen, and by god it was bigger that he thought. The bowl was about the size of his head, and pretty deep too. He knew he'd asked for this, but he didnt know if he could finish it on his own. Luckily, the owner had left two sets of chopsticks with them, probably because he thought they were friend or something. Thank you, oh kind owner of this establishment, you've given me a way to coninue this conversation. So he just pushed the bowl to be inbetween them, passed the dude a pair of chopsticks, cracked his own open and started digging in. "Names Reddarcc, if you were wondering. By the way, whats with the dragon on your back? Red asked, attempting small talk between slurping noodles into his mouth at the speed of sound, it felt like. God he was really fuckin bad at this. Word Count : 556 Brandon Drake |
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Post by Brandon Drake on Mar 31, 2019 21:32:44 GMT -4
Brandon felt a small breeze as the smell dissipated. A quirk user, huh. He seems quite casual just revealing it, though to be fair its an empty room with just them and the ramen people. The owner puts down a large bowl and puts aside two sets of chopsticks next to the bowl. Oh, he thinks we're together. Brandon sighs a bit as the kid introduces himself and offers to share the ramen. The strong smell of the beef mixed in the broth filled the air, making one s mouth savor with anticipation. If it were any other day, Brandon would devour the bowl, leaving nothing for the kid. His appetite hasn't been the same since then.
"I don't wan-" Brandon is interrupted by the kid, Red Dark or something, asking about his hoodie. The dragon decal on his back managed to provoke a sort of interest in the young kid. Brandon glances over his shoulder and just shakes his head. "I got this from some flea market stand. It had um, a lot of jackets and I just...picked this, I guess." He stares at the kid and sheepishly admits, "The dragon looked cool at the time."
The dragon design was one of the inspirations for his vigilante identity. He needed something to badger Kent into molding his bike helmet's visor into, and as if it was by chance, the hoodie was laying on the ground. Staring at it, Brandon felt inspired-nay, he felt it was FATE ITSELF, to make the dragon his icon. The symbol for a hero. Kent stared at him and shook his head, almost letting out a small laugh at Brandon's gung-ho nature.
Brandon stares at the bowl, then carefully pushes it away. "I don't want it, man. I'm not really hungry." He glares at the kid, hoping that he'll understand to leave him alone.
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Post by Wagyu Utari on Mar 31, 2019 21:56:45 GMT -4
The sun shined between two clouds, speckling the ground with light-beams. Wagyu sauntered down the street, taking in how peaceful it was for once. Christmas, and everything around it had been a horrible mess, and ever since the Tokyo5 incident the orphanage had seen more than the usual vandalism and defacing. It was only now that it had begun calming down at all, enough that Wagyu could start extending his patrols further out into Tokyo.
On a normal day, he’d have already seen a couple petty thieves, maybe a purse snatcher and one or two pickpockets, but for once he hadn’t seen a single one. It was approaching lunch-time, and Wagyu was approaching starving. Suddenly, the thick smell of broth and vegetables hit his nostrils. He’d never been a huge fan of ramen, but right that moment there was nothing he wanted more.
Wagyu pushed his way through the doorway, silently thankful that it was just about large enough that he only had to turn sideways to fit through. He expected to see a crowd of faces turn his way the moment his hooves met the wooden floor, but instead there was nothing but the staff and two sadsacks sitting together.
One of the two, the man in the dragon hoodie, seemed more depressed than the other, and Wagyu suspected it probably had something to do with the sling one of his arms was stuck in. Something about him seemed familiar, but he couldn’t place him no matter how hard he tried.
“Excuse me, do you serve vegetarian ramen here?” He asked, and the owner nodded, turning to prepare it for him. Judging by the bowl the other boy had, it would be more than enough to satisfy the minotaur’s hunger.
His hero instincts were almost screaming at him by this point not to leave someone looking so sad alone, and Wagyu took a seat on the other side of the dragon boy, leaning onto the table slightly to fit his large frame in. He’d just caught the end of the conversation as he’d walked in, enough to hear how sorrowful the dragon was.
“You don’t seem to be doing so well, boy.” He began, looking him straight in the eye. “Are you sure not eating is the best idea? It won’t do you any favours, physically or emotionally. You’ll only feel worse if your stomach is empty.”
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Post by Arthur "Reddarcc" Hunter on Mar 31, 2019 22:13:27 GMT -4
This was not going well. Sure, he'd gotten the guy to talk a little bit, but his general demeanour was giving off the "Please Fuck Off Already" Vibes. He had to admit though, The guy had taste, Cause that Dragon on his back was really fucking cool looking. That did not belong in a flea market, it belonged in a goddamn exhibit, it was that cool looking. "Dude, you got that at a flea market? Dude that was a good ass deal then, that thing looks cool as fuck. He said, trying to continue the conversation. Alas, His hopes were dashed, as his offer to share the ramen was soundly rejected, Guy said he wasnt hungry and pushed it away and just glared at him. Oh yeah, those were the "FUCK OFF" Eyes, he knew em well, people gave him that look all the time. Fuck it, i'll try and get him talking again, if that doenst work i'll get him to punch me. Im good at that atleast. He thought, getting ready for a swift punch to the face. Considering how depressed the guy looked, that question would definetly get some kind of reaction. Guy had bags under his eyes, a cast on and just sort of slouched forward, like he was gonna fall asleep. He was probably here to get away from something, or someone for a while, or just to get outside and try and feel better. He pushed the ramen bowl back towards him, since he caught that the dude probably wanted some of it, since when he looked at it last time the dude had a slight twinge of God that looks good before he turned it down. He continued to wolf it down, until he finally managed to think of what he thought was a pretty good question.
He was about to ask it when what looked like a literal bull came through the door. The guy was almost as tall as the door, and had to go fucking sideways to get through it. Oh fuck please dont sit here, i already cant handle the dude next to me, please dont try and help too. His hopes were shattered the moment the bull moved towards them, and sat across from Mr Sad Sack himself. He then realised something, and looked down at his bowl. Oh fuck its filled with beef....please dont notice, please dont notice, please dont notice. Red pleaded in his mind, not wanting to incur the wrath of a 7 foot bull who could rip him in half with two of his fingers. He just kept wolfing down his ramen, to get rid of the evidence.
The Bull leaned forward on the table, and Red nearly shit himself. Luckily, he was just as concerned with helping the sadsack as Red was, and he breathed a sigh of relief. The Bull just asked if the sadsack was alright, and told him that not eating was just gonna make it worse. He couldnt argue with the logic there, Red'd already seen him want to share. If he was gonna ask the question, now was the time....probably. he was never good at reading social cues when he was involved. "If you arent hungry, then why are you in here? You running from something too? it have anything to do with the cast?" He asked him, with a concerned look on his face. That question was pretty much guranteed to get a reaction, Either he'd snap at Red to shut up, he'd open up a little and talk, or he'd punch Red in the face. Any option was better than the awkward silence between the two currently. Hopefully the bull didnt try and stop the punch, if that did happen, cause Red figured if he did then this guy was gonna have a cast on both arms. Word Count: 644 Brandon Drake |
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Post by Brandon Drake on Mar 31, 2019 22:52:14 GMT -4
Why is there a giant bull here? No seriously, why did all of a sudden a giant bull appeared? The owner started to freak out inside his head, but managed to stay composed as the bull asked for the vegetarian option. Somehow, this small ramen place managed to attract some weird people. It's better to let them handle their own issues, don't agitiate them, and just-
A noise was heard.
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“You don’t seem to be doing so well, boy.” The Bull man began, staring into Brandon's eyes demanding attention. “Are you sure not eating is the best idea? It won’t do you any favours, physically or emotionally. You’ll only feel worse if your stomach is empty.” Why is this guy trying to lecture him? What's his deal? Does he think he has an obligation to help this poor down on his luck guy and thinks asking him this one question will manage to get him to spill his sad story? Jesus christ, the air around this guy is so smug! Like, oh look at me I ordered vegetarian ramen I care for the animals because I look like one, hey asshole, bulls eat meat! Oh, he knows better than me, fucking asshole. Brandon glares at the man, fuming with anger at his presumed self righteousness while the man looks at him.
It's not helped when the kid started to gang up on him, going all "If you arent hungry, then why are you in here? You running from something too? it have anything to do with the cast?" He looks at Brandon with a concerned face, as if he knew the guy after literally meeting him within 30 mins today. Oh he just had to ask about the cast, huh? He really wants to know, huh?
"Its not broken."
The two quirk users stare at each other as Brandon slowly takes off the sling.
His hand is covered with bruised scales, slowly pulsating. Some are them appear to be moving in and out of it.
"You want to know?" Brandon grabs the young man's arm with the scaled hand, intending to freak him out to leave him alone. "Trust me, you don't. So stop trying to get me to eat...and leave. Me. Alone."
Small amounts of steam uncontrollably emits from his hand, unable to hold it in. The sling lays on the ground, revealing to contain an ice bag inside it.
"I'm not hungry."
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Post by Wagyu Utari on Apr 6, 2019 22:20:19 GMT -4
The expression of the teenager sat across from Wagyu visibly twisted in horrified realization for a moment, and for a moment a shock of panic shot through Wagyu. Was this kid okay? By intruding, had he placed this kid in danger? Then a smell hit his nostrils, and his muscles immediately relaxed again. Oh. A beef bowl.
He did his best to give the kid a warm smile for the moment, and looked over at the food. “Don’t worry about that. I’m not offended by someone eating beef; I’m just as human as the rest of you, no matter our physical differences.” Maybe that wasn’t the kid’s problem, but it seemed the most obvious answer at the moment. No point in leaving both of them feeling horrible, it’d only make calming the older man down harder.
Not that that would help much anyway; the expression of barely-contained rage on his face betrayed also a deep pain, presumably linked to his arm injury. He had a feeling this would be a little too hard to handle for the average well-meaning teen.
“Now, listen, young man.” Wagyu began, pushing the ramen closer to him. “He’s right, you know, there’s no point in being here if you aren’t going to ea-”
"Its not broken."
Huh? Wagyu was puzzled. Why keep it in a sling if it wasn’t broken? He was about to ask, but the sling falling to the ground stopped him. Figures, it was some kind of mutation troubles. And, judging by the horrible pulsating and bruising underneath, this wasn’t a typical trait of it. He’d been injured, and his quirk had messed with it. Badly.
Wagyu was no stranger to this kind of thing. Many of the kids at the orphanage had, unfortunately, seen worse, either from their birth parents, or quirk haters on the streets. Not all mutations played well with serious injuries, so while the specifics shocked him they weren’t enough to turn him away from helping him.
He grabbed the scaly arm and pulled it away from the teenager, just enough force to be sure it’d move but not enough to injure it more than it’d already been. Wagyu winced slightly at the steam hissing against his hide, but he didn’t let go.
“Now, come on. He had nothing to do with your injury, I’m assuming, so don’t take your anger out on him.” Wagyu’s voice was still low, like usual, but he’d raised it a little, an authoritative tone slipping forward. “I don’t have any idea what caused that nasty bruising, but if you keep pushing yourself and refusing the help of others, it’s not going to fix itself.”
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Post by Arthur "Reddarcc" Hunter on Apr 7, 2019 5:40:12 GMT -4
Well, i guess Red knew why the dude was touchy about the cast now, Since he'd apparently been hiding a edgy cursed arm in his sling. Least it looked like it, that arm reminded him of character from a video game he owned. Cant remember the name right now though, something about Demons sobbing, if he remembered correctly. Either way, It looked like his arm had seen better days, considering the brusing on the scales and the ice pack that fell out of the cast when he dropped it. Probably his quirk going haywire a bit, if i had to guess Red thought, As the kid grabbed him by the arm, probably intending for him to freak out and back off a bit. Red gave it a glance, and it did not look pretty, The scales looked like they'd taken a beating, and he'd presumably been stabbed in the arm or something, from how the scales kept moving in and out of it at a certain spot. Yup, definetly the quirk going haywire, trying to heal him or something. He assumed the best of the guy, since he was currently making his arm burn a little with steam, but it looked like it was more a result of the injury than concious effort, with how it was seeming emitting from everywhere on his arm.
He kinda understood why he wanted to be left alone, but goddammit Red just couldnt leave him like this, thats just how he rolled, and since it looked like he couldnt save this conversation he decided the best course of action was to get punched in the face. People always felt better when they punched someone in the face....atleast thats what he assumed, with how much people liked punching him in the face for some goddamn reason. He was about to stand his ground and grab him by the arm too, just to prove his point, maybe try and cool his arm down with his own quirk, when the Big Bull Bastard grabbed the arm first. He knew what he was doing atleast, he grabbed it in such a way to not cause any more injury, and his voice from being relativly friendly to a cop trying to calm someone down tonally. But that was a bad move. Red wasnt exactly the best when it came to interactiong socially himself, but when it came to watching people interact? he was probably a grand master at that, and he bet that title he just gave himself right this second that what the bull had just said was only gonna piss Steamy off a bit more, if the look he gave him when he grabbed Red was any indication. So he grabbed the bull by the arm and tried to get him to let go. "Dude, its fine, just let him go, i dont mind" He told him, with a determined look in his eyes, Before turning his eyes back to the Not Action Game Protag sitting next to him.
"Yeah, i do want to know, actually" He replied to the Sad Sack. He figured Kazama, His boys, and the other quirkers had fucked off or given up at this point, so he was probably fine to leave the place. Would be a shame to leave the ramen though, Considering how much of it was left. He'd wolfed like half of it down but it still looked like it had a shitload left in there. so he'd get the rest in a take out box or something before they left. If he could get the guy to leave with him atleast. "Listen, i get it, you wanna be left alone or whatever, but that isnt gonna fix your arm anytime soon, especially not when it looks like you got stabbed in it. Since you obviously aint happy sitting here, why dont we go for a little walk, Mr "Im Not Hungry"?" He asked him. He didnt particually care where they went, since it was obvious what Red expected to happen from the tone of his voice, the look on his face and his quirk acting up. It was probably gonna end in a punch to the face for one of them, but Red didnt mind. All he knew was that he was gonna get this kid to eat the rest of this ramen even if he had to force feed it to him, Dude was probably very fuckin hungry, and to throw it away would be a waste of good ramen......plus the Bull would probably be offended if he did throw it away. Least he wasnt offended by the beef, dude seemed chill with it. Word Count : 780Brandon Drake |
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Post by Brandon Drake on Apr 7, 2019 12:43:05 GMT -4
Well, should have realized that little scare wouldn't have worked. Brandon frowned a bit. He never was good at scaring away people intentionally. If anything he could have screamed a lot. This kid wasn't trying to run away nor show a brave face. Instead, Brandon managed, out of everyone, to have the most annoyingly insistent kid riled up and wanting to talk it out outside in the alleyways. Well isn't that just perfect. The kid looks like he has some skills to back up his brazen attitude, but that's not what's worrying him.
The real problem here is this bull guy. One glance at him and you can tell that there was some massive "big hero" energy coming off of him. He might actually be a Pro Hero. Oh great, this guy might actually have the gall to report me and try to get me arrested. He probably thinks he has the authority, but all he is a smug snitch. Brandon grits his teeth a bit. He has taken the bull hero's sincere attitude for a personal attack, and nothing he will do will ease the situation. The hero places his hand on top of his arm. Some steam pours out in reaction, causing Brandon to snap out of his gloomy attitude only to sigh in relief as the bull hero stayed determined to calm him down.
There was no way to ease the situation. He's already given a reason to brawl, the other kid won't step down, and the bull hero is determined to stop them both. However, there appears to be some slight hesitation on the bull hero's grip, as if he doesn't want to hurt him. This will be his chance.
"...Alright then. You want to talk? Talk, huh?" In hindsight, all of them including Brandon were too focused on his mutated hand that they all forgot that, as most people do, have two arms. "If you manage to 'convince' me...I'll eat. Fair?" Brandon delivers a left hook towards the kid's face to break this small statement. If it instantly knocks him out, fine, he can run out of the ramen place. But he doesn't doubt that he'll just take it lying down.
Brandon has experience fighting people younger than him. He has learned never to take them for granted when it comes down to it. They have that same determined energy that only Youth can grant. And if his intuition is right, this kid has a lot of determination within him right now.
He's also fought several kids before but that's...that's not important now. Don't mind that. It was for important reasons...kinda.
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Post by Arthur "Reddarcc" Hunter on Apr 11, 2019 6:53:20 GMT -4
Well, if this guy wanted to get his point across, he'd chosen a rather up front way of doing it. Red'd noticed the bull guys hesitant? or whatever the word was grip on the dudes "Cursed" arm when he grabbed it to get him to let go, and it'd seem Mr "Im Not Hungry" had noticed it too, and used that to break free and try punching Red in the face. Red was expecting a punch to the face but he'd hoped the guy would wait like 5 minutes for them to get outside, he didnt wanna fight inside this ramen place, it was A) too small for a real fight and B) Would piss the owner right off. Since he'd been expecting a punch, he was on the lookout for one, and due to the awkward angle Arm boy had thrown his punch, it was easy to just block it at the elbow, making the guys fist stop a few centimetres short of his face. If Red wasnt focused on helping this dude out, he'd have thought that was pretty cool, but right now he had different priorities. Right, now thats dealt with, need to get him to come outside and not have a bull get in our way. He thought to himself, as his eye wandered to said bull. "Hey, Dude, sorry didnt catch your name, not important right now.....You mind not doing anything for a couple minutes?" He asked the gargantuan bull, any hint of fear at the size difference not present in his voice, as his eyes turned back to his new "friend". This part should be easy, he made the deal after all. He mused. "Oi, mate, i'll take you up on that deal, but not in here. Lets take this outside" He told him, as he shoved Arm boys fist away from his face, got up, and started to walk outside. "If we arent back in 10-15 minutes, have Mr Bull pay for everything." He told the owner, who was looking a tad annoyed by all this, but he figured he was used to this kinda thing, being in this part of town. "Oh, dont worry, i'll pay you back, im not that much of an arsehole." He reassured the Bull, who looked taken aback at his new apparent tab. "And keep that ramen warm, we aint done with that yet" He ended, as he walked out the door, with the hungry boy hopefully following.
They didnt go far, just around the corner actually, Around where Red had taken his spill into a dumpster earlier. He quickly slammed the lid of the food refuse one down, to keep the smell form being too bad...not that he'd notice it too much mid fight, but it was the thought that counted. "You sure you wanna do this dude?" He said, his body half turned into Mr Sad sacks direction. He knew the guy wouldnt back down now, but he had to atleast offer an out, Its just commen courtesy to offer. Assuming he didnt go for the out, which was very likely, Red'd prepare to defend himself here. He wasnt out here to beat the shit outta this guy, he was just here to help him "Let off some steam"..... For the love of god dont say that to his face, you idiot. His brain chastised him, for making a little joke about the guys quirk. Now was not the time for that. Even with his arm in a sling, he'd already shown that he could use it decently well, so his quirk wasnt completely out of the question threat wise. He was also older, and seemed like he had experiance fighting people, based on that hook from earlier. If it wanst for the angle, Red woulda hit the table, hard. So he just stood there, waiting for Army to make the first move, so he could react accordingly. This wasnt gonna be a beatdown on Either of their ends.
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Post by Brandon Drake on Apr 11, 2019 10:29:49 GMT -4
Brandon slowly looks around him, then stares back at the kid. For a rash fellow, he had the decency to think about his surroundings. Although a run down alley isn't what you can call "better" than a wood paneled ramen store. He sighs as his scales on his arm pulsate a little. Both his arms are releasing slight steam, as if the scales are shivering in anticipation for the brawl that is about to happen. The kid, Reddie or something, gives off a small smirk. He was preparing himself.
Alright, let's try to think about this for a second. Hard to imagine me thinking about anything other than food, but it is possible. The kid has some sort of quirk that can blow away the smell of garbage. Is it a wind quirk? If so, then the steam won't do any good other than a quick distraction since he can just shove it out of the way. He's resistant to the steam, so if the kid tries to blow it back to him it won't do any good either.
He's also got a good eye and some decent reflexes. I didn't mean to throw the punch at a bad angle, but the kid realized it and blocked with his elbow. He's got a good eye for things like that. If I was able to distract him with the steam, maybe I could get a hit in without being noticed. But that wind quirk...hmmm...could be a prob-
Wait a minute. It only "pushed" the smell. Back in the shop, I only felt a small breeze. Maybe I'm over thinking it. Maybe it's not a strong wind at all. And if that's the case, he won't be able to push away all of the steam in time. That can work, but there's something else that needs to be done as well. If its a small breeze, he'll have a small circle of "protection." As in, he can see what he's about to do. I'm gonna have to divert his attention with a forward punch...then hit him with an upper hook with his other arm. I'll use my normal arm for the hook...This can work. This can work, Brandon.
Brandon is screaming and release steam out of his arm. The steam covers up the part of the small alleyway they were standing in. A smokescreen to disguise what was about to happen. Brandon rushes in and delivers a straight jab at the kid. Presuming he's about to block with his arms forward, he delivers the hook from under his chin, hoping to knock him out for a bit.
A moment ago Brandon felt shaken to the core, as if he lost his purpose. As if what he desired was out of reach. Now...He's fighting a kid over the right to eat something. It's not much, and to be fair is completely random...but it was a step forward.
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Post by Arthur "Reddarcc" Hunter on Apr 11, 2019 11:21:47 GMT -4
Before Red knew it, he couldnt see a damn thing. He'd already popped his skates and was starting to burn out with em when Arm boy flooded the area with steam. He knew what the guy was gonna do, Obscure, then punch him in the face. Least his arm still worked, maybe he wasnt as injured as he seemed. Eitherway, Red had two options at the moment. Alright, he's coming straight at me probably, which means he's either gonna throw a hook or a straight....probably a straight, thats faster. If thats the case, all i gotta do is dodge it and counter, shouldnt be that hard. Even with his arm seemingly ok, he'll probably be hesitant to use it to punch....but what if he throws it forward for a feint, then counters with his normal arm.....hmmm...Fuck it lets go forward and see what happens. He started to stratergize, and moved forward a bit, getting ready to attempt to dodge anything coming his way. Unfortunatly, he didnt get chance, as he was swiftly proven wrong about his "Bad arm", as it shot out at him. Luckily, due to the smoke obscuring both of their visions, Army hadnt planned for a distance change, so his arm didnt get to fully extend, pretty much neutering its impact on Reds face. Didnt stop it from hurting like a mother fucker though. Red released his quirk, getting ready to counter, blowing the steam away. Thats when he saw Mr Sadsack's normal arm coming at him from below, in what looked like a mix between a uppercut and a left hook. Considering the first punch, despite doing next to nothing damage wise, had hit, Red didnt have chance to even throw up a guard to defend himself, or dodge it. So he decided to best course of action was to just go for a trade. He'd already released his quirk in his right arm, so he had the perfect tool to pay this guy back. He replied with a hook of his own, boosting his own arm from the elbow to make up the difference in timing, so both fists hit their mark at the same time. As his fist collided with Brandons face, he popped a little air blast into his face for good measure, payback for both blows. Considering how tiny the airblasts were, you could hardly tell he was using his quirk to compensate. Both brawlers were sent reeling from this exchange, knocking eachother a few feet backwards in the alley, creating a bit of distance....and distance is what Red needed right now. Ooooof, that hurt a bit. Guys Tougher than he looks too, i hardly saw that first punch coming. He began trying to think of his next move, and it looked like Steam punk was doing the same. Eh, fuck it, lets see how he handles a brawl Red decided on, and charged forward, preparing himself to turn this into a mud slinging match. He didnt intend to beat the crap outta this guy, but if it happened, it happened.
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Post by Brandon Drake on Apr 11, 2019 11:48:03 GMT -4
In hindsight he should have applied his quirk over most of his body to protect himself from what was clearly a serious blow to the face. The two fighters stumble back at a short distance, the two clearly reeling back from the blow to the face. Okay...scratch that, that was more than a "small wind." It felt like a baseball ball struck me right in the eye! Brandon's right eye, swollen and bruised, in response to the kid's bruised arm and bruised cheek. He tried aiming for under the neck, but the kid's good. A bit too good, as he suddenly runs up to- wait is he skating-
The boy rushes in and almost tackles him, then delivers several punches. He's not even bothering with his quirk, he just wants to throw down the ol' fashioned way. In a way, it's almost a bit inspiring to see someone that determined to make some random sad sack eat some ramen. Brandon remains on the defense a bit as he tries blocking a bit.. He could activate his quirk for his other arm but there's something honorable about not using one's quirk while fighting someone not using theirs. Might as well pay him back, Brandon grins as he pushes the kid off for a second and start punching him in response. The kid's on the defense now, as he s holding up his arms up like he did. Brandon tries going for a hook, but he blocks the most of it. The kid goes for a jab, but Brandon blocks it as well. Its a full on brawl, blows being delivered and received, with some being blocked.
In the distance a furious shop owner is angrily yelling at a bull to pay for their expenses.
Brandon tries pushing the kid against a trash can, just to get some distance. He breathes slowly as the kid tries to steady himself. It's clear that this won't stop unless one of them does something drastic. He can't afford to keep fighting, he's had enough fighting for a while now and it's starting to piss. him. off.
In response, his scaled arm starts heating up, with large amounts of steam pouring out. Some scales start popping out, erratically jagged and uneven. He's gonna have to end this now, in an instant.
If it hits, then this is my win. If it doesn't, who the hell knows. Brandon grits his teeth and readies himself. He raises up his hand and large amounts of steam pours out of it. Large amount of sweat pours out of Brandon. "...Burn...BURN!" He growls out, and delivers a large swipe forwards the kid. If he won't stop, then he'll just burn him with the steam. It won't hurt that much with his wind quirk, but the heat emitted will still affect him to a degree. Plus, if he connects the blow, the kid will suffer a slight 1st degree burn across his chest.
Brandon roars, delivering the final move.
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