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Post by Ryuusei Igarashi on Jun 29, 2019 10:49:40 GMT -4
You don't need a dream or even a tomorrow
Just live
Yasu was still the same: broken, despite looking fine; alive, despite looking dead. It's not like Ryuusei expected that one day he'd go to the hospital and she would be awaken, almost as if she had never been asleep. This was a dream that he had long let go of. Right now, he just accepted that cut down flowers don't ever bloom again. His visits were just that: visits. Part of a now normal routine, remnants of a hope that had now been mostly erased. But he missed her... Oh, how did he missed her... It was early afternoon on the weekend and the streets of Tokyo were obviously as busy as they could be be. Tourists and locals all sharing the same walks while tryingto pretend that they weren't bumping into each other. Ryuusei was one of them and was used to this. White t-shirt and shorts one, his recent tattoos were showing but at least he wouldn't die from a heat stroke in the middle of the capital. It was all going normally until... Uh?Many people had stopped to look above, either to the clouds or to the rooftops that covered the city. Was somehing there? Or someone? Oh... Really?It was quick, yet precise. From building to building, a person was catapulting herself at incredible speeds. Ryuusei had seen that before... Hell, he knew exactly who it was. I guess I don't have anything to do for the rest of the day... he thought. And so, pushing away the sea of people, Ryuusei began running, following the path that was being set by the jumping maniac. Yes, maniac - that would be the perfect word to describe that crazy blonde bastard. Notes: Come here, Darren!Words: 285.Tags: Daimon Darren |
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Post by Daimon Darren on Jul 4, 2019 13:46:54 GMT -4
Freedom was yeeting yourself from roof to roof, Darren decided.
What a waste of time the writings of the founding fathers of America, of Descartes and Hobbes and Hume had been; stuck in a quirkless world, those nerds could only dream of the freedom that came with a man’s ability to decide “I want to go in that direction” and having his body pulled there as by invisible springs in a crack of blue sparks. Of course, those very same nerds would argue that Darren was not actually free but still submitted to the laws of gravity, the risk of blacking out, the strain on his body and his energy reserves; Darren would have laughed in their faces.
One thing those nerdy philosophers were right about, however, was that what the crazy blondie was doing was illegal and therefore he wasn’t free to do it -- ignore Sartre screeching about radical freedom in the corner. Quirk use in public without a license was indeed forbidden, but it was one of those law that only applied so far as they could be enforced; just like no one would be able to tell if someone like Ryuusei was using their quirk in the middle of the street, few cops would be able to slap a fine on a building-hopping teenager’s ass.
The teenager in question had gotten into the habit of doing that in Musutafu, the town which held the school he was attending; the citizens here were somewhat used to crazy shit happening in the streets, and therefore paid it little mind; it had even become one of the town’s attractions, lowkey. Children would tell their visiting cousins that around lunchtime, you could sometimes spot a flying blonde guy from the hero school hopping his way to the town’s only kebab shop before greeting the chef and purchasing himself a greasy treat.
Darren had gotten bold, however, bold enough to attempt it in Tokyo on this sunny Saturday afternoon. He was in need of strings for his bass and a new amp, and Dad’s check had just come in the mail yesterday, and in 2073, the goverment had finally managed to force the banks to treat transfers and deposits on weekends because come the fuck on, it’s 2073 already and you can’t cash a check over the weeked? Bullshit.
Where was I?
Yes, Darren was going to the music store, the same one his dad brought him to when he was a kid, where he knew all the employee and most importantly where they gave him the friends and family discount. He wasn’t so bold as to plop down in front of the entrance and casually walk in -- yet -- so instead, he elected to hop down a back alley some hundred meters there and blend in naturally, as if he hadn’t been jumping up and down roofs of Tokyo not a minute ago.
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Post by Ryuusei Igarashi on Jul 13, 2019 13:20:13 GMT -4
You don't need a dream or even a tomorrow
Just live
Where the hell is he going? Ryuusei asked himself as he kept on following Darren from the streets below. It was a good question, but honestly was also something the boy really didn't care about. Darren could do what he wanted, Ryuusei just wanted check out how he was doing since they hadn't spoken in a while. Had they even ever been together outside of Yuuei or in a scenario that wasn't related to school? Probably not - that'd change on that day. He kept looking up as he made his way through the crowds. After some minutes, Darren made a sharp turn into an alleyway. God, wasn't he making this way more difficult than what it should be. Ryuusei wasn't going to let his efforts go without pay... and what's the best pay than scaring the shit out of someone you know? WIth his left hand he touched his own neck right before holding his breath. Just like that he vanished from the world and made his way towards where he assumed Darren had dropped on. Look at him, thinking he's all smooth, he laughed to himself as he saw the schoolmate trying to act like he hadn't just been flying like crazy through the building of Tokyo. Ryuusei placed himself behind Darren. There, he would reach for the boy's hands and hold them behind his back, just like a cop would do a robber. It would be then that Ryuusei would start to breathe again by simply saying.... You're under arrest.Hopefully the surprise wouldn't get him a punch in a face. Probably would though. Notes: Ryuusei - Cop Edition.Words: 267.Tags: Daimon Darren |
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Post by Daimon Darren on Jul 15, 2019 23:00:43 GMT -4
Before he made his way down, Darren scanned the terrain. He might be a delinquent with little respect for pesky societal norms -- like laws for example -- which was always an exemplary quality in a hero student, but he was an experienced delinquent and above all, not an idiot. On the off chance there would be someone down here, he peeked below.
No one. He still slid down the wall when he made his way down, but that was in great part because it was a cool thing to do.
Either way, he was absolutely sure there was no one he could see down here, so it was indeed a surprise how he felt someone grab his wrists and pull them behind his back and tell him he was under arrest. The possibility of someone hiding in the area was always there, but so very remote that Darren did not expect it.
Thankfully, the ability to think on your feet was essential to the life of a delinquent.
In a second, he shuffled through the possibilities. If it was a cop like his words suggested, he could probably bullshit his way out of trouble, but it made no sense for a cop to hide in a back alley to trap high-schoolers. The same logic applied to pro heroes. And if it was a villain... It was do or die, and the sparks of Autokinesis already crackled on his closed fists.
Or, it could be a prank. He had one friend with both the ability and the temperament to pull exactly that kind of bullshit, and now that he thought of it, that voice sounded kind of familiar.
“Of course it’s you,” Darren said in a mildly annoyed tone after he turned his head. He raised his foot higher -- the crackles over his fists were a distraction for the stomp he planning to use. “And you’re under threat to release me immediately if you like your feet bones not being broken,” he added with a grin and menacing single spark across his raised leg.
Once unhanded, his mouth would keep working its magic to deliver UA’s most recognizable collection of random thoughts coated in coarse language with a side of self-centered monologue. “The hell are you even doing here anyway? Shit, did you follow me with that quirk of yours? That’s creepy, dude. Fuck, I don’t know if I like the ‘I saw you fly here’ answer any better. That means I was sloppy as shit. It was a fun trial, but no more doing this in Tokyo, fuck. Imma get caught.” |
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Post by Ryuusei Igarashi on Jul 29, 2019 9:26:52 GMT -4
You don't need a dream or even a tomorrow
Just live
It didn't take long for Darren to react and go all sparkly on Ryuusei. Hell, even with his invisibility the boy was actually surprised that Darren didn't yeet his hands out of the hold as soon as he sensed it. As the deliquent went straight to the threats, Ryuu let him go, raising both his arms in an ironic apologetic manner. Sorry, sorry, forgot that you can't handle not being the alpha in a situation, he said. Darren would then go on in one of his trademark rants - the kind where it makes sense at the beginning, but then all the thoughts become so messed up that you might aswell nod your head and simply pretend that you fully understand the point he is trying to make. Despite that and thinking about it, Darren would actually probably be the friend that Ryuusei most trusted behind Yoruhi. The dynamic shouldn't work at all, but, for some reason, it did: it was like a mutual respect that both had for each other that didn't need much words to be explained. That and the fact that they were probably the few ones at Yuuei that could actually handled getting shit talked without getting all sad and emotional about it. I mean, yeah, you were flying across the buildings... Doesn't take binoculars to notice that - he said, before adding - But where were you headed anyway? I could walk there with you.If Darren accepted his proposal, Ryuu would start to walk in the direction of the alle's exit onto the main street. However, before they could do that... I got them, they're here! the man spoke into his walkie-talkie. A police man was standing there, blocking the only way out of that little back end street. Both of you, don't move!, he yelled. Great, now Ryuusei was involved in Darren's mess. They really were unlucky for the police to have actually tracked them down. Ryuu stayed in his place, just giving a side look to Darren that clearly said: "You better get us out of this".Notes: ---Words: 345.Tags: Daimon Darren |
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Post by Daimon Darren on Jul 31, 2019 19:34:01 GMT -4
“Yeah, and I didn’t know you had a taste for sneaking up on other men from behind. That’s suspicious as fuck,” he joked back.
It might sound surprising to those who didn’t know them, but Darren and Ryuusei’s friendship made a hell of a lot of sense. First off, they both liked to shit-talk, and most importantly, they could take it and dish it back without getting their panties in a bunch the instant someone said a bad word. Darren liked to say that swearing was the spice of language, but in UA High, it sometimes seemed that only Ryuusei shared that opinion. Perhaps the delinquent should have expected that of hero school, all things considered.
Nonetheless, he had found a shit-talking mate in the invisible boy, one that could also a good challenge in a spar, and that was enough to cement a lasting friendship for the blondie. That, and a bout of coaster-throwing all the way back in that first music night, where Ryuusei’s piano-playing was interrupted by what Darren referred to as “lovey-dovey bullshit.” He had never apologized for the shitstorm that his coaster-throwing somewhat directly, somewhat indirectly caused, and he had no plans to ever do so. It was their fault for not letting his boy Ryuusei play, as he had shouted back then.
Music was another thing that brought them together. “Man, and I avoided jumping over main streets and shit. I guess there’s just too many people in Tokyo. Anyway, I was going to the big guitar shop in Shibuya, you know the one, right outta the metro station. I think they have keyboards in the basement. Sure, you can come. What were you doing in Tokyo anyway?”
Darren wouldn’t get a chance to understand how loaded that question inadvertently was, because he recognized the familiar tone of a police officer who thought he was about to corner him. He had heard it a thousand times before: the confident “I got them” in the talkie walkie, with that subtle hint of jubilation, as if they had just made the arrest of the century. “Motherfucker,” swore Darren. Ryuusei didn’t need to speak; his facial expression was doing it for him. “I know, I know, I have a plan.”
Before he could ask “what ledge,” Darren sprung into action. His hand dove into the messenger bag he was carrying on his side and came out just as fast, holding a small round object. The instant that cop came around the corner, shouting at the both of them not to move, Darren threw it straight at his forehead like a baseball pitch.
The small round object was a toy smoke bomb, the kind you could buy from any prank shop in Japan, and Darren’s improvised insurance against this kind of situation. He knew what getting caught could mean for his career. He knew he could escape with sheer speed and mobility, but he also knew about the distinctive trail of blue sparks that lingered behind him, the same one that the whole nation had seen on TV in the sports festival. This toy smoke bomb let out too small a cloud of smoke to hide even one person properly, but when thrown straight at someone’s forehead like that, it acted as a decent improved blinding grenade. Thank god he had the accuracy to pull off that shot in a pinch.
“Grab on that ledge,” he told Ryuusei, and before he could ask him what he meant by that, Darren grabbed his mate by the arm as the sparks gathered all over his body. Not a second later, they were airborne and rising fast. They quickly reached roof level, and as promised. Darren threw his schoolmate at the ledge. He knew he was agile and quick-witted enough to grab on. And it was that or a multi-story drop. As for himself, Darren landed right next to him with a couple of smaller activations to adjust his course. “Keep runnin’, that’s a cheap ass toy store smoke bomb, it ain’t gonna last long!”
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