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Post by Mikhail Orlov on Jul 21, 2019 21:10:39 GMT -4
How far could one stretch the age-old aphorism, “fake it ‘till you make it?” Far enough to become a Hero, certainly. Far enough to be hired as an assistant at a government-run school, perhaps. Far enough to go from assistant, to teaching a fresh-faced clutch of impressionable young moppets who were, at best, seven years younger than yourself? Well, it seemed even that was possible with the powers of confidence and charm. Now, of course, the question became how an inveterate deceiver, a snake in spirit and body, could trick the world into believing he had useful skills to impress on the next generation beyond aikido throws, singing and dancing someone else’s lyrics and routine on stage, and a great deal of first-hand advice on combinations of drugs and alcohol not to try.
Yes, Serperior was certainly worried about his chances of passing his internship, though he’d have never told a soul. Really, the students had the easier job--they just had to avoid utterly annoying or disappointing him for a handful of days. He actually had to figure out what he was going to teach in the first place!
The best he settled on was the odd conjunction of skills called “public relations.” No UA student was starved for further lessons in the noble art of beating faces, but oddly, there were very few teachers with a “softer touch.” And, well, someone had to convince the unwashed masses that Heroes deserve the public trust. Giest certainly wasn’t going to stand up on a podium, and take hard-hitting questions about accountability in law enforcement. __________________________________________________________
This had lead him, and his little parade of Superhero ducklings to Nakano, where the Police were trying very hard to convince the public that they were all very sorry about the tiny incident two decades ago where they’d fired into a crowd of Pro-Quirk protesters, injuring and killing dozens. This wasn’t new to Mikhail--he’d been working on and off in the district for more than a month by now, and if he was perfectly honest, he actually liked the local head of Police, Aoi Anabi. She didn’t seem to like him, but that was really irrelevant, wasn’t it?
It was still early, a faint fog rising off the evening dew that had covered the sidewalks and glass windows of the towering skyscrapers that had covered Tokyo. It was going to be another scorching summer day, but Mikhail didn’t mind--in fact, even now, curled neatly on a bench outside of the train station, he was nursing a steaming mug of coffee, both for the oh-so-precious warmth, and to revitalize him after a late night of patrols. He’d sent a message for Tachibana-chan, Bluster-san, and Chikako-san to meet him here, inside the police cordon, where students and all civilians were still allowed. It was an early train ride from Mustafa to here, but Mikhail still wasn’t ready to drive a car again, and frankly, if three second-years couldn’t manage to take a train between cities, all hope for the future was lost.
Alright. Calm face. Professional mentor. Remember that they aren’t toddlers. Tachibana’s already seen action with Nakahara, Bluster is solid as a rock, and Chikako is…
He wasn’t actually sure what Chikako was. He’d taken her on last-minute, because her file had mentioned she needed “confidence building” and to train her quirk to be “less homicidal.” Frankly, he’d probably have tried to get Tsutsuji-chan to take her, as he felt less-than-qualified, but as his mentor was unavailable, he certainly wasn’t going to trust someone delicate with Giest, or god forbid, Redhorn. Yes, he was probably the sensible choice. Serperior shifted slighty, adjusting the collar of his suit jacket at the thought.
Remember. Teenagers. Heroes in training. Who have already had more time practicing hero work than you have. Kind. Professional. Mysterious. Charming. Like a certain White-Haired Ninja you almost played.
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Post by Kirk Bluster on Jul 23, 2019 8:30:12 GMT -4
Kirk was still a little bit annoyed about his grandpa not agreeing with him on his internship. He had originally planned to go with Red horn, very action heavy hero. But now instead, due to his grandpas request, he was made to go with 'Serperior'. A guy he didn't know too much about. He hadn't really fought against it that much, because well... he knew when his grandpas opinion had been made, it wouldn't bend even against the house falling down. That and he did seem pretty funky! He was perhaps a little bit more mutant than Red Horn was, so in that regard he could maybe make it interesting for him. His only worry was, that he wasn't sure at all, if he would get any action to try his quirk in properly...
That and he had heard before, that Emi would be taking part in the same internship. Just knowing, that he had at least one good bro to be around during this venture did have him a lot more excited. Also, thinking a little bit ahead, maybe it even meant, that this was a little bit better choice for the whole 'Sponsor hunting' thing they had talked about briefly before the sports festival. She was way more brainy when it came to stuff like this compared to him, but that didn't mean they weren't on his mind sometimes!
Not that he was thinking those thoughts during the train trip though. You see, Kirk was usually very much so able to wake up early to be on time to school just by jogging there from home. It was pretty much his morning workout routine, which got him started for the rest of the day. However, when you put him in a train, where he couldn't move too much due to being glued to a seat, It was pretty much recipe for all that adrenaline usually in him to not even come up properly... which had lead him to pretty much laying in his seat, with his nose towards the sky, and snoring a bit, almost ignoring everything happening around him. Very vulnerable moment for him, when it came to keeping up with what was happening around him.
...Like the announcement that they had arrived to where they were going. "Huh?" With that mild reaction, he hopped out of his chair, smacked his sports bag against his pouch (even he couldn't sleep on just everything), rushing out the main doors, probably accidentally annoying somebody on the way by pushing them a bit roughly. "Sorry, sorry! Class, I mean... INTERNSHIP starting!" As he finally got outside of the thing, he would swing his head wildly, looking for some familiar face to latch onto. Like the teachers. If his eyes caught Emi, he would flick his fingers onto his forehead as an excited greeting, and rush on over. "HEEEY!" He was pretty much immediately ready to highfive her about it, with the sleep having re-energized him some what.
His head was still moving about, trying to catch glimpse of the teacher though. He did finally spot him just standing outside of the train station, Quickly getting into a sprint once again, to get in front of him, as his heels clapped together, and his hand snapped to his forehead once again. "G'morning teach! Kirk Bluster up and ready to go!" Wide smile, and soon his arm laxed down to his side. "I am ready for all sorts of action now! Bodys actually craving it!" Only for him to immediately start squatting in place, trying to keep eye contact with him. Now that he had the energy, it felt like he had to immediately get to using it. "So, whatcha got?!"
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Post by Chikako Safaia on Jul 23, 2019 12:32:49 GMT -4
A little last bit of rescheduling caused Chikako to swap mentors and quickly went from her last one to Superior, a hero that even Chikako at one point in another heard about in the newspapers that she reads. In Chikako's mind, it was a bit scary in hindsight, as he was a lot flashier and flashier often met more social. Something she did not quite like to do with others, she did not trust others enough to want to except for a hand-picked select few; Rimma, Maeko, and Angel. She knew she would have to socialize at one point or another, but it was scarier thought when it was the forefront of the internship from the looks of it rather than the background activity.
Chikako took the train ride towards the internship, wanting to daze out, but feared the possibility of missing her stop due to her disability from the accident in her childhood. She was near-deaf, her ears worked sometimes but most of the times it was just blankness or static shock, it would make listening for the announcements of which stop it was impossible. All she had on to trust in was her eyes. She had a few Bentos made of some more than fancy material consisting of rice, squared watermelon, and small Wagyu steak and in her small hands, she had a large sketchbook and a smaller journal she used to write with others or vice-versa. She was anxious about her less than developed voice; it was almost without an accent and broke quite frequently. On the small and deadly skinny girl that seemed her bones would break from a poke, was a sizeable shield on her back. Made of quite the strange material to make it incredibly light for the small girl. On top of that shield was a bookbag she had brought along in order to store the books that she was carrying. Reaching her stop she put the books and then the four Bentos in the bookbag and then began to make her way towards the station.
Her eyes quickly scavenged about for Emi's face superior's face, having met her before she could use her as a way to find them or given how unique superior looked it would be hard to confuse him for someone else. The third person involved, she did not know. Perhaps they had a class or two together or passed each other before in the hallways, but she generally tried to avoid much socialization with her schoolmates and most people became a blur to her. She eventually spotted superior along with a strange boy that was squatting. She swiftly began to waddle her way stupidly towards them in extreme anxiety, her body almost seemed to shake in despair as she fumbled in her bookbag delicately to get her small journal and a pen. She raised the book a bit to hide her face and opened it up eventually to begin writing on it. "Goodmorning, I am Chikako Saiafia of U.A Class 2C! I'm sorry!", she showed the written words towards the mutant and then bowed taking a few steps back to signal her trying to blend into the background. She hugged the journal tightly in her small arms. Her eyes began to flicker between the two of them, the anxiety on her face was showing.
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Post by Emi Ryoko Tachibana on Jul 29, 2019 15:43:17 GMT -4
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Perhaps surprisingly, getting some special attention from the hottest man on campus wasn’t why Emi was under Serperior’s charge. It was no secret that she wanted her name up in lights, not just as a hero but as a personality. Unfortunately, her personality could do with a bit of fine-tuning, at least wherever cameras were involved. A faculty made up of former vigilantes, going out of their way to avoid being seen, couldn’t possibly know the nuances of becoming a superstar – and more importantly, staying one. No, that talent rested with the idol-turned pro. And if it meant some quality time with a cutie, well, that was just a nice bonus.[break][break]
For her, studying under the Snake Charmer for a no-brainer, but the students she’d been working alongside were a little less clear-cut. Kirk was one of the school’s most esteemed students, and could have had the pick of the litter when it came to mentors. Combat practice, stealth training, rescue ops… But she only had to think back to their training sessions to remember that he was there for (at least one of) the same reasons as her: to learn how to make himself a hero worth remembering. That just left Chikako, who last Emi had checked, was far, far removed from what she had considered ‘confident’. Or a fame seeker, or somebody that wanted attention, or charismatic, or any number of positive traits she’d attribute to Orlov. It was never too late to learn, she supposed, but thrusting oneself into the spotlight before they were ready was going to have interesting results. Emi would be fine, of course, but the last thing she needed was to have somebody else’s behaviour drag her down. If somebody made her look bad in front of Serpy-sensei, there’d be hell to pay.[break][break]
She arrived early, not by train, but by chauffeur, because she wasn’t spending a minute longer on public transport than she needed to be polite. A ticket let her through the barriers and onto the platform, dressed for style and success, with a fairly large handbag of surprises. “Good morning, Serpy-sensei!” she called, reminding herself for the seventh time that yes, she had remembered to change her phone’s wallpaper to something that wasn’t him. Without a shirt. “I hope you don’t mind that I brought my camera. I won’t get a chance to get any internship footage for the news if I don’t take a few minutes out of mine, and besides, a few good pictures never hurt anyone! I’ll try to get some quick ones on the way there anyway, just with my phone, for memories and all that!” And certainly not to replace the increasingly dated photos scattered around her house.[break][break]
Next came Kirk, energetic as ever. Where she might have once groaned and brushed off his greeting, she knew (and liked) him enough to give in and return the high-five. “It’s way too early to be that excited, but I’ll allow it from you.” A smug smile made itself at home as the boy got to work, almost aggressively warming up beside them. Finally, Chikako, who hadn’t immediately collapsed into a puddle of tears, so she’d exceeded a few of the reporter’s expectations. Still, it was early, and from the looks of it she was well on her way to an anxiety attack. Which meant that Emi knew better than to make a questionable comment. Right? She held her tongue… for all of four seconds. “…Have you ever considered getting a touchpad to type with? Or record messages? Pretty sure an iSheet could do both and more.” She paused. “Oh, and good morning.”
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Post by Mikhail Orlov on Aug 5, 2019 21:24:36 GMT -4
One, two, three little ducklings, arriving one by one. Even though they were barely younger than him, Mikhail couldn’t help but softly snicker at how very awkward they all were--though, bless them, they were trying to act the part of ready-and-willing heroes. Willing his face to seriousness, he uncoiled from his bench, returning Bluster’s salute with equal gravity.
“At ease!” He barked back, then broke the martial dignity to grin. “Glad to see you in good spirits, Bluster-san.”
He didn’t have time to elaborate, turning next to Safaia, and folding himself down so he didn’t loom so much over the little woman. Somehow, she reminded him of Hachi, though his mentor was nowhere near as fragile.
“Good morning.” He signed with his hands, speaking the words aloud at the same time. He’d spend half the ride here practicing this. “My JSL is bad. I’m learning!”
Calling his knowledge of sign-language “poor” was really understating the situation--he knew how to introduce himself, say goodbye, and and a few other phrases, all of which he’d learned for fans. It still made him look better than refusing to try at all, however--hopefully it would soothe her nerves. Finally, he turned to Tachibana. He was far more familiar with her than Bluster or Safaia, which meant he wasn’t even slightly surprised to see she’d elected to be chauffeured in. The haughtiness made him smile again, though it was sadder than he’d been with Bluster. She was working on opening herself up to her peers, but she still couldn’t let go of everything. It reminded him of when he’d suggested she go thrift-shopping to disguise herself--she’d been quietly appalled, if he wasn’t mistaken. Well. She was still trying. Small steps, he supposed.
“Tachibana-chan.” He said, giving a small bow, as though in the presence of a fellow celebrity. “You may need to work quickly on looking excited. What I have planned demands some measure of enthusiasm. Photos and videos are fine with me, as long as you only get my good side! Bluster, Safaia?”
Greetings concluded, Mikhail unfolded his phone, checking the time, and forcing himself to go down his mental checklist. He felt his shoulders tighten--three students to look after. Ducklings indeed. And if they got in trouble, oh so help him-- He flipped his phone over to an open word processor, typing in it as he spoke.
“Well, let’s get a few things out of the way. First, as Tachibana mentioned, communication--” He began, turning his phone to allow Safaia to read before going further. “I’ll try to type everything I say, but, dear students, my first task is this--learn to communicate properly. I understand Safaia is not entirely deaf. I also believe even basic sign language will be very useful. When you say something, sign or write it as well.”
It was, perhaps, a bit extreme. He certainly hadn’t planned anything of the sort before Chikako Safaia had become his responsibility. However, as the core of his lesson was “communication,” forcing Bluster and Tachibana to adopt a new custom on the fly seemed apt. And he was going to be forcing Safaia out of her comfort zone as well. It seemed fair.
“I’m sure those looks on your face are questioning if I’m entirely serious. I assure you, I’ll be grading on this. Today you are jugglers, ducklings. Keep in motion.” He elaborated, pulling out a thick police-style badge, and tossing it hand to hand, before actually juggling it, his phone, and his wallet, movements quick and practiced. “Second! More communication! if you haven’t already, I’d like you to trade phone numbers. You shall be as thick as thieves before we are done. And it means you can text behind my back all the more effectively.”
He let the items slow to a stop, typing his words to show to Chikako again. He didn’t expect anyone to be all that excited by this, but it needed to be said. If they got split up, well--
Hachi would actually probably kill him. And he just might not live with the guilt
After taking his phone back, he started to slither--backwards, so he was still facing the students as he went. It meant he was twisted entirely around the waist, but he was graceful enough it only pinched--though it did look rather odd.
“Now! We are currently ambling toward the police barricade, beyond which is unofficially, Yakuza territory. In truth, most of the people you’ll run into out there are as honest as you or I.”
More likely I, than you, but let’s ignore that.
“However, there are still, yes, more rules! Third--we are on three, yes? Obey my instructions, without hesitation. If that means leaving me to some desperate battle, I expect you to be standing there at my wake, telling the world how very brave I was. Fourth, stay where I can see you--or more accurately, where you can see me.”
Mikhail shrugged self consciously, handing his phone to Chikako to let her read again. Rules, rules. No one liked them, and yet there they were. Luckily, that was all he had right now.
“And that, my ducklings, is that. You may talk to people as you please, buy things from shops if you have the time, and so forth.” He finished, fishing in his bag, and pulling out three heavy, laminated photo-IDs. One for each student, with their full name, and the words “Temporary License-- Pro Hero (Sup. Serperior) on it.” “Any questions?”
They’d arrived at the edge of the busy square. Behind Mikhail was a police checkpoint, with an armored personnel carrier parked on the side of the road. Cops in riot gear were directing traffic, cars and pedestrians alike, inspecting badges and papers before waving them through. Past it, the cityscape seemed...wilder. On their side, the buildings were clean and freshly painted, sidewalks free of litter. On the other, janitors were chipping graffiti off the side of a building, a fresco showing a cop firing into a crowd--it looked fresh. Some of the ground level windows were cracked. Just a few steps, but two different cities.
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Post by Kirk Bluster on Aug 8, 2019 12:25:09 GMT -4
The cool guy greeted Kirk like a general, but laxed up quickly, meaning Kirk could do his warm-ups without much of an issue. Meanwhile, he observed the other duo. Emi she knew well! One of his bros! But the other one... Kirks eyebrow lowered as he looked at her in confusion. "2C?" It was an awkward moment of thought, where Kirks brain tried to remember this girl. But unfortunately, she seemed to be the sort of person who sank under his shouts during class, so he probably didn't often do things with her. However, eventually, even though he still didn't remember her that well, He just gave off a wide smile in her direction. "Well, dudette! Let's show the 2C spirit together then, right?!" He outright offered his hand to shake towards the girl. Kirk wasn't the sort of guy to shy away from relatively new people.
However, Emi had clearly been way more prepared, outright bringing a camera along with her. "Ain't those things real pricy? If we are gonna do action, I think it might break!" Admittedly, it was something obvious, but Kirk still felt like pointing it out, before his eyes moved onto the next target of interest... being the way the guy started waving his hands towards Chikako. You could almost see the question mark manifesting over his head as he stared at the little 'show'. Soon enough, he straightened his back, and nodded excitedly at the remark about needing enthusiasm during their work. This one was gonna be easy, if that was all they were gonna need!
Then, the brief briefing started, as Mikhail in front of them started explaining some important things they would learn about... The first, was about communication. Kirk just sort of shrugged at first. People had always said they could hear him even if they didn't want to, so that meant his communication skills were good! right? Well... the teacher they would need to sign the things they were saying too, since the girl next to them was deaf. "EH!?" His posture went a bit imbalanced as he heard that. His eyes locked onto her immediately, as he proceeded to scratch the back of his head. "W-well that explains uh, quite a lot actually! Sorry..." Oh yeah, he had to sign it... were it those weird hand signals? He waggled his hands in front of him for a little bit with couple of uhs, as he proceeded to just bow and said "Sorry!" again. Hopefully she understood that sort of signing, since that's all he knew how to do.
The teacher proceeded to compare their job to a juggler, which didn't really give kirk much ideas. aside from the image of himself juggling balls over his head. The next task however was simple enough. Phone number exchange. "Righto!" He pulled out his old phone with a bit cracked lens, and proceeded to type the number on it, showing it to the rest of the group.
And then, he got to the actual task... which was that they were going to a Yakuza territory. He scratched the side of his head. Admittedly, what he knew about Yakuza... well, it made him think of mafia from all those godmother films. And with this notion, came two more rules: stay in sight, and obey what the teacher says. Normal class business, which Kirk just nodded at. Heck they even got Id:s to handle! "oooh!" The only question in his mind was simple. "So uh... We can start immediately, right?! I got an idea!" He was already itching to do something, and since they were already at the question part, he took that as a permission to go.
"I am gonna go talk to the police!" He turned over to his working compatriots. "I'd think they know what's been up lately, you know!" There was a momentary stop, as he remembered, that he needed to sign things to the girl as well... his hand went over to his chin, as he thought... and then lifted his finger up, like he had got an idea! He pointed at himself, walked his fingers along his arm, pointed at the police, and nodded! "You got that?!" he looked at the girl, wondering if she got it. And if the permission was given, he would walk over to the police in a quite direct fashion, of course being careful about the traffic this time.
"Hey dudes!" He waved towards the cops, as he showed the just gotten Id to them like some sort of private eye. "Kiii... Super Slugger! What's the situation? Something bad happen? what's up?!" It was about as official as Kirk could be. Although assumedly people didn't call the officials 'dudes' so casually. At this point he was just so used to it, that it was hard to drop.
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Post by Chikako Safaia on Aug 9, 2019 20:06:55 GMT -4
Chikako stayed quiet and let Emi say her words towards her, she knew she did not all mean it in a mean way but she was aware that Emi was not the happiest with Chikako's incompetence. She grabbed her book bag and put it at her feet and looked down at her feet and then up towards the other people. Though, to her surprise, she began to watch superior do a very bad attempt at JSL towards her. She let out a soft laugh and began to sign back towards him. "Goodmorning, Superior-Sensei.", she returned the gesture.
Chikako heard SUperior mention that she was not entirely deaf and as soon as he finished speaking would elaborate more onto it. In a tone-deaf voice, she began to speak towards them all. "So, I can hear to an extent. But every now and then it cuts out. So simple short sentences I can fill in the blanks....most of the time...the more complex and longer the sentences the harder it is for me to understand..", she bowed towards them trying to elaborate they could talk to her but they'd have to dumb down their sentences heavily for her.
She took her temporary hero license and put it in her pocket and then smiled going into her bag to grab a few bento boxes and offered it towards superior, kirk, and Emi. "Here also my phone number is...999-9999-999", she said as superior wanted them to have each other's number. Hopefully, she could get on everyone's good side during this period of cooperation.
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Post by Emi Ryoko Tachibana on Aug 11, 2019 18:46:04 GMT -4
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Enthusiasm. No problem. She’d done enough weekly streams to be able to drum up positivity on cue… If she felt like it. More subscribers and some pocket money was a good enough motivator, and impressing the teacher could serve just as well. Besides, what kind of role model would she be if she couldn’t keep a smile on for her peers? A smile would serve as her response; small at it may have been, she still managed to give it an arrogant edge.[break][break]
Instructions. Things to keep in mind. Firstly, that they’d have to help the deaf one keep up. Her raised eyebrow was predictable, but present nonetheless. If Emi was in charge, she’d have a fair bit to say about having the rest of the party inconvenience themselves to communicate, instead of having the girl use a hearing aid, or speech-to-text, or stand closer, or learn to lip-read, or any number of solutions that didn’t involve dragging the pace of every conversation to a crawl for her sake. As unfortunate as her situation was, none of them believed that she’d be able to do pro hero work while forcing civilians to write to her… Right? Besides, she could hear well enough to get by. ‘Not entirely deaf’ sounded a lot like ‘choosing to ignore Emi’s questions’, and for that Chikako earned herself a pair of cut eyes. So much for communication.[break][break]
Whatever. She could distract herself with the site of their teacher’s balancing act. The second rule could be handled later, but his third and fourth were nothing new. She held, perhaps, the dubious honour of being one of the few students to pass beyond the barricade, and her guide had given her the same rules. It hadn’t stopped trouble from finding them, and it helped to make her feel especially useless when it did, but there wasn’t much room to argue against it. Still, the energy she'd mustered up for the day was quickly fading, giving way to the unease from her adventure with Nimue. [break][break]
With a little present from the pro, they were free! …Well, free to walk within seeing distance in what may as well have been a slum, in her eyes. “I’ve got one. Why are we here? I mean, I know things are rough here-“ The words carried a hint of discomfort, probably gained through experience. “But there are other parts of Tokyo too. Besides-“ She paused, narrowed her eyes a touch, and pulled out her phone. A few taps set the phone to transcribe her words with acceptable accuracy, allowing her to display a good half-sentence to the rest. “Last I checked, there’s not much good for students to do here.” While she had the phone out, his second rule was followed without a word; after a brief storm of screen tapping, the students received a text with a winking smiley.[break][break]
Once she’d gotten her answer, she set off to make herself useful – or at least pretend she was doing that. Her last visit had taught her how much she could do for the people there (which seemed to be ‘nothing’), and combined with the unease the district brought her… She decided to stay in her comfort zone, just for a few minutes. Her trusted companion, the DSLR, came out to play, and she used it to make a record of their surroundings. Shots of the divide between the two halves of the town, its custodians’ seemingly endless attempts to keep it clean, its residents returning to the only place they could call home… There was only so much she could get from the ground level, and with so many eyes about she didn’t dare try using her quirk to her a better angle, but she had an eye and the skill to make do as a ‘normal’ camerawoman.[break][break]
She came to settle on one of UA’s top students liaising with law enforcement – a nice shot for the news website. “The camera’s insured, by the way. …I think. And even then, if it breaks I’ll just order a new one. Safari does next day delivery, so as long as I can save the memory card, it’s no big deal.”
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Post by Mikhail Orlov on Aug 16, 2019 11:12:50 GMT -4
The cop managing the checkpoint stared at Kirk in confusion for a moment, before recognition crossed his face, and he stepped up to the young hero-in-training, folding his hands to give Kirk a short, playfully respectful bow.
“Hey, Super Slugger!” The cop replied, grinning while pantomiming the swing of a baseball bat. “I saw you on TV!”
Mutters of further recognition rippled through the crowd at the checkpoint, heads turning as cops, workers, and civilians started to notice them. Mikhail let out a long-suffering sigh, but smiled nevertheless, waving for Chikako and Emi to follow him as he caught up to Kirk.
“Yakuza? You’re looking for Yakuza?” The cop repeated, eyebrows raising, and glancing behind Kirk to Mikhail for confirmation. Mikhail shrugged enigmatically.
“No Yakuza in Nakano, Slugger. Ask anyone, and that’s what they’ll tell you.” The cop said, looking at Kirk with a cynical grin. “Past this checkpoint, there’s only honest, hard-working citizens. Not sure how we keep arresting Yakuza if there aren’t any, but if you can solve that mystery--well, I’ll buy the Hero thing.”
Mikhail cleared his throat, turning to Emi with a wide smile.
“Bluster-san, if you will? Miss Tachibana, congratulations. You just asked the most important question. Good...um...networking with the officer, Bluster-san, but unfortunately, entirely superfluous.” Mikhail explained, keeping up the rapid-fire tapping on his cellphone to keep Chikako up to speed.
Mikhail slithered past Kirk, shaking the officer’s hand, and flashing his own badge, which allowed them all to pass the cordon. Normally, he’d have stayed to give autographs, but they were on a bit of a time table. He turned back to his interns, slithering backwards as they pressed through the crowd of people entering the unsecured zone of Nakano.
“Our mission today actually has very little to do with the oh-so-illusive Yakuza.” Serperior continued. Even a few steps past the cordon, he felt his spine prickle in anticipation of danger. He’d chosen a safe route, and it was daytime, and very few thugs actually attacked a hero patrol, but still--better to be wary.
“No. We’re going to a neighborhood meeting. Yotsuya Commercial High School. Lowest graduation rate in Nakano Ward, high youth gang presence. It will be attended by adults, middle-schoolers, and high-schoolers.” Mikahil explained, grinning widely. “You're entirely correct that on the surface, there isn't much good students can do out here. Except...people live here. Students live here. And in my experience, teenagers tend not listen to adults nearly as well as their peers. So, you’re going to tell them why they should give Pro Heroes a chance, and consider UA.”
Mikhail handed his phone to Chikako again, whistling cheerfully as he broke free of the crowd. Despite his cheerful attitude, he was desperately nervous. He doubted any of them had expected such an assignment, and was still worried for Chikako’s sake. He wasn’t being gentle, or playing games--this was a real meeting, with real people, who were deeply, deeply suspicious of cops, law, and anything that resembled “authority.” And this was just as important as any arrest or battle. Locking up a gang changed the lives of a few dozen people, perhaps. Recruiting new students to UA could change the lives of hundreds.
He reached out to take his phone back, keeping a steady pace of slithering.
“We’ve got about...fifteen minutes on foot for you to figure out what to say or do. I’ll start talking, and introduce you. Consider yourself lucky that Tachibana-san asked what our task was--I was preparing to put you up on stage completely unprepared!”
Mikhail had been hoping he wouldn’t have to do that. Luckily, Tachibana was good at this.
“Now, any more questions? Clock is ticking.”
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Post by Kirk Bluster on Aug 17, 2019 8:26:49 GMT -4
Kirk felt sort of weird at first, when the police man outright recognized him! "O-Oh yeah, that's me!" He even gave a bit of a mock swing himself to show the move he was doing properly! He felt even more of a rush, when the civilians started turning their heads towards him! He proceeded to lift his hand, and said something truly inspirational: "Hi!" ...Yeah, he didn't exactly have a big speech ready to talk to folks with. But the flash to the side of his head made him look to the side with Emi standing there. Assumedly he had done a good job! Luckily for him though, the policeman proceeded to answer his question instead, with Kirk nodding along, so he didn't need to worry about the whole popularity deal much more. "Yeah! Whatcha got!?"
However, the answer was not exactly what he had been expecting. "...No Yakuza?" He turned his head towards Mikhail mildly confused, as the police continued to explain that there were none of the sort around. Even the mild praise about networking couldn't get Kirks awkward blush to settle down. "S-Sorry! I... guess that wasn't it." He took steps back over to the rest of the trio, as Mikhail proceeded to handle the situation. "I could have sworn, that's what he said..." However, there was a silver lining. Apparently, Chikako had brought some comfort food for them to enjoy. He grabbed his, and popped it open, starting to eat. "Thanks dudette!" Admittedly, he wasn't very good at using chopsticks even after a year of living in japan, but hey, a quick snack was always something to be happy about!
Their true task, was apparently gonna be talking at some sort of a big meeting, with lots of thugs and sort from schools. "Ah, so THAT'S why you want us to be active and awake!" Kirk already pretty much healed from his minor burn, thanks to the meal he was eating even while walking. Now, admittedly, the situation with the police seemed like a perfect wake up call to him for this task now, with them needing to tell them how useful pro heroes were, and why they would be needed, as well as for just recruiting them to U.A! And Kirk couldn't agree more. He was best bros with Darren, who was a punk with a heart of gold, so this didn't seem hard at all to imagine being worth it.
However, what came up, was their time limit: 15 whole minutes! "15 MINUTES!?" Apparently the only reason he told them this was because Emi asked the magical question! He proceeded to reach out and give her a strong pat on the back. "Way to go, Bro!" And then, Mikhail once again asked, if they had any questions. Kirk rubbed his head harshly. Just a moment ago, he had pretty much made a mistake, cause he hadn't waited for the answer to the question! "Uh! Have they put any limitations on what we are allowed to do!? Like, are we disallowed from saying some stuff?" It seemed like a sensible enough question to ask.
whilst waiting for the answer, kirk finished his bento, and proceeded to give his idea. "If these folks are kind of like Darren, I'd suggest some sort of a fancy action filled intro! You know, to capture their initial attention, and make em listen to us! ...If that's allowed, of course!" He scratched his head. "Othervise well, I am not too good at talking about the stuff behind it all, but I sure can give my opinion on how the physical side of things works!" Not exactly that deep, but he atleast thought that could be helpful!
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Post by Chikako Safaia on Aug 23, 2019 19:23:36 GMT -4
Chikako read and was quiet for most of this meeting, neither wanting to interrupt or add onto the words being spewed around. Chikako did not exactly know what to say or do in these moments, none of this was exactly her specialty. However, she did know how to put on a show. She was a model on her working days, holding attention was something she hated doing but it would not be TOO hard. People respond to a step of confidence and a flash of attitude, it was odd, but it worked. Perhaps it was how the mind was wired to respond to dominance and to listen to that in charge? Or perhaps just how respect worked? Chikako was not sure she just knew it worked. However, there was a big problem with her suggesting to them that she talks over; talking. She could hold a crowd and garner their attention for a little bit however, she was not very experienced in making grand elaborate speeches that would keep their attention. She was a rich girl, these were poorer people, and from her experiences with Rimma, she also knew she did not relate to them in a lot of ways. In fact, these people might call the whole group out and stop listening if they found out how she well-off. She just stood there, nodding, letting her inner thoughts play out as she got cold feet unsure how to tackle the problem at hand.
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Post by Emi Ryoko Tachibana on Aug 30, 2019 18:22:34 GMT -4
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Even if she hadn’t been paying attention, the sound of a student recognised would have grabbed her ears. She abandoned a photographer’s duties in favour of approaching the Super Slugger. Silent, but not entirely inconspicuous, she approached the pair, snapping a quick shot of Kirk’s increasingly odd expression. Not exactly newsworthy, she thought, but it’d be funny to show at graduation. With its job done for the time being, she pulled the camera strap over her head. Normally, she knew better than to take her hands off her camera near Nakano, or any other disadvantaged district. There was no telling where or when a desperate ne’er-do-well would strike, trying to make off with her gear. Between their rising star of a student and their guide’s unmistakable mutation, she felt that there was enough of a deterrent for her to relax. Just a little. For the time being. [break][break]
Even the cops protecting Nakano were pretending nothing was wrong. No, important distinction – they were being made to pretend, if his smile and their teacher’s shrug meant anything. “What’s the barrier for, then?” ‘Ghosts?’, she stopped short of asking. She remembered just in time that giving the district guardians cheek wasn’t going to help her party impress them, and more importantly, help her impress Serperior. Her eyes shifted his way, catching him looking at her at the edge of her vision. Smiling, even. A big smile. A grin, directed at her, from heroic dreamboat Serperior, while he sung her praises to her students. It was the stuff dreams were made of.[break][break]
Wait. Was she staring? Wide-eyed and mesmerized? She whipped her head around to whatever direction stopped the trio from noticing the rosy tint of her cheeks. “W-Well, what kind of investigator would I be if I couldn’t ask the right questions?” Her voice was a little too high and quick, and she realised it too late. “But I’m glad that you noticed! ..Not that I was waiting for you to notice. Just that most peop-“ She pursed her lips for a moment, presumably to stop herself from digging the hole any deeper. She went for a tactical retreat, walking directly behind Backpack Boy, where she could at least try to keep herself calm.[break][break]
There was plenty to do that didn’t involve talking, like claiming that box she’d so rudely passed up minutes before. Realising that Kirk had already forgotten that that had to keep everybody informed, she eventually held up her phone to record him. Speech-to-text was normally a finnicky tool, but the lad’s booming voice meant that even AI could hear his words loud and clear. A phone-bearing hand stuck out from behind the boy, showing his words to the rest of them.[break][break]
No hero work for them, then. She had to correct that thought almost immediately. PR and being an inspiration weren’t given the same attention as combat and rescue, but even she knew they were crucial parts of being a successful hero. Better still, it was something she was pretty good at! Or so she claimed. She was no stranger to running her mouth, with or without prep time. Their audience was the part that tripped her up. Hoodlums, potential drop-outs, deviants, and some good people, potentially. Not the kind of people that brought kind words to mind, which made thinking of PR-friendly material that much more difficult. But how often did Emi let a little something like being rude get in the way of her speaking her mind?[break][break]
“Probably best to be honest with them. If they’ve got quirks, and they want to use them outside the law – because let’s face it, they probably do-“ Maybe a tad too far. “We all have at some point, right? Then they’ve got two choices. Do it with UA, and learn to make themselves useful, or don’t, and end up doing it behind bars. That’s pretty much the deal the police gave Glovebox, right?” And presumably a fair few of their other vigilante-turned-teachers.
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Post by Mikhail Orlov on Sept 9, 2019 18:03:58 GMT -4
“Forbidden things to sa--” Mikhail,began, smiling at the trio, before he felt a faint tickle of an unfamiliar emotion in his chest. Pleasant. A rush. He felt his throat swell, and turned his head away from the trio of students, hiding the flush that crept into his cheeks, and coughed. And felt a little bad for springing this all on them.
A second look at the expression on Tachibana’s face put the sudden oddness to bed, however. He knew the look in her eyes, and as hilarious as the--ahem--infatuation was, that was pure trouble. Mikky had no intention of putting someone else in the same sort of tawdry situations he’d found himself in at that age.
“Hmm. Coughing while speaking? Well, that’s poor form of me.” He said brightly, eager to move back to the lesson. “Definitely too be avoided.”
“Now, as I was just saying, I can’t think of why I’d forbid anything in particular! Unless you planned to give them the keycodes to the campus right then and there, I was hoping you’d all use your judgement on what sort of juicy details to divulge!” Mikhail resumed, his voice perhaps ever-so-slightly brighter than before. He let them confer a little more, taking a moment to dig out the bento box Safaia-chan had given to him, and nibble a little. He wasn’t really hungry, but it was a polite way to let her know she hadn’t been forgotten.
“Did you prepare this yourself, Safaia?” Mikhail asked, glancing over his shoulder every few steps to make sure he wasn’t in danger of running into things. Now that they were in Nakano proper, they were getting all sorts of strange looks--even given the events of the past few weeks, they were a very strange group--mutant, obviously well-off. Tourists, maybe, but tourists didn’t usually visit a neighborhood under police crackdown.
He felt his stomach rumble slightly. He had eaten. And wasn’t hungry. He just was large. And needed a lot of food. And his stomach was being a traitor.
Mikhail flashed a wide smile, once again pushing right past anything that might interfere with his usual act.
“A show of quirks. Interesting idea, Bluster-san.” He remarked, his voice almost comically mysterious. He had no intention of pushing his students one way or another on their performance. Despite the damage he’d put them in place to do, it was their test. Not his.
He just had to keep reminding himself that.
“Since you’re acting as a hero, that would be legal.” Mikky added. He could at least give them that much. “It seems like you’re picking a very straightforward approach. Safaia-chan, do you have anything to add?”
That last line might have been pushing it. Part of the exercise was for the trio of students to work among themselves, and set up their own hierarchies. If that meant someone was left out, that was their decision--and he’d judge based on it. Still. He could nudge them, he told himself.
The narrow streets they were walking on opened up, oh so slightly. A block ahead, they could all make up a drab, but large public park, and a tall brick building across from it that had to be the school. From this distance, there wasn’t much to see of either the park or the school, but there were more people than usual walking outside. They’d have an audience, at least.
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Post by Kirk Bluster on Sept 12, 2019 7:25:23 GMT -4
It was pretty easy for Kirk to notice Emi falling a bit behind and starting to walk behind him. Right after being all smiles and glaring at the teacher too. He had to wonder what that was about. But not that much. After all at the time he was still munching on free food. He didn't even notice, that he was being recorded for the one who had given him food. Unfortunate fact of being so used to talking normally, is that it's very hard to add some new way to talk into it without constant reminding.
When it came to the coming task at hand, the teacher was seemingly already alright with what he was planning. "I know right!? Can't be many things cooler than coming heroes doing their thing in front of a crowd!" Besides, it's not like he was SO stupid as to give out something like passwords out! It's not like he even knew most of then! Albeit, just walking through the big park, Kirk could feel folks glaring at them. "Oh yeah... Shouldn't probably spoil everything in front of the crowd, hehe." Once again, went into his 'low volume mode'... Which to others was probably standard speech volume. Honestly, with the amount of people, they had to come up with something very good to work with.
Emis plan was pretty much just to be honest with it. Kirk in answer lifted his hands and clasped them together. "I mean, obviously. That's the heroic thing to do." What she was planning to be honest about, had him scratching his cheek though... Telling people publically that they would need to be either with or they would be out... "Sounds sorta risky that. Should probably word it bit better. Something you know, fancy but not too mean sounding!" He ruffled his hair... Like what exactly. He wasn't exactly good at wording things fancily. What would be a good word for it... "Maybe we could say like... Heroes do it, so you don't have to! And if you wanna do it, heroisms for you!" Seemed like a good sentence in that regard.
However, then he was reminded about the fact that Safaia didn't actually understand what they were saying! "Oh uh... Well!" His hands went to full overdrive again, as he proceeded to try to make some sort of imagery towards her. "One!" He lifted a finger on his hand. "Many..." He opened the other. "Action?" He moved the finger up and down. "Excitement!" He waved the open hand, leading into something that made sense to him, but he wasn't sure if it made sense to her. "And then, what else did I say? Oh yeah!" Even though he said that, a new problem arose... how do you emote with your hands that something is risky? Or that heroes should be the ones doing the heroing... "Emi, can you help me out a little bit? How do I spell risky with my fingers?" Maybe this pantomime isn't as easy as he thought it was... immediately when harder words got mixed in, the whole thing just fell apart.
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Post by Chikako Safaia on Sept 16, 2019 12:30:10 GMT -4
Chikako Saiafa shook her head towards serpirior question regarding the food, quickly jotting down a response in her book and raised it towards him for a brief two seconds. "No, my chef did. He is a good guy..z", she said giving a slight smile and then looked back down before looking away. She tried her hardest to follow along as much as her broken hearing let. Eventually, reading what serpirior wrote and then gave the phone back. Easy enough. She began to jott in her book again and raised it away"I think showing off our quirk is fine.. though just showing off our quirk doesn't tell them anything about why", she showed the group. She shrugged and looked , she felt that it would be superficial to just show the quirk. After all, not all the kids there would have amazing quirks and some would just see them as putting on a lame show or flexing. She began to write again and raised the board "Do we have to wear our hero customer? I brought it just in case", she said as she bite her lip gently
Eventually Kirk began to do his charades to try and communicate with Chikako and she let out a laugh at how funny he looked. She waved her hand and nodded at to act like she understood what he said. She did not quite fully, but the specatle was quite embarrassing to watch. She began to write as fast as she could on her book and raised it towards the three. "Why not do something similiar, the reason you guys wanna be heroes?", She shrugged and looked down. Something she would have to lie about, though she was not akin to lying, but she did not have alot of motivation herself besides the expectations thrown on her by others.
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