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Post by Jar Star Assistant. on Jul 22, 2019 2:56:17 GMT -4
The large man looked slightly goofy as his large frame would drive onto campus this evening. Seeming like he only just barely managed to fit in the driver seat even with his seat pushed all the way back. His large shell and heavy rough exterior appearing more trapped then housed comfortable in the interior as he'd pull into the near lot in front of the local dorms. Getting out with a small bit of effort needed and slamming the door behind him scratching his belly with one as he did as a series of snorts and aggravated small groans were made. His other hand gripping onto a cane that he used leaning his weight forward onto it lightly as he walked to ease the strain such a heavy body put on a being such as himself. Each foot step as he made his way towards the dorms carrying a heavy weight to them. His large frame made it more often then not possible to hear Hisao before you actually saw him. Whether it be from his heavy steps or his often annoyed sounding grunts though pended who you were and how good a student you were if UA was brought into the situation. He fumbled a bit jingling his keys in his free hand moments after given his lack of pockets and normally he'd stash them in his desk if he was here to work. But in this current weeks student focus was more on a different type of studies and training. Some of which he too was involved in guiding them on. The need to focus on what they needed the each individual the professionals for this short month would take under their wing. He snarled a bit as he made his way into the dorm at the ridiculous hour of five in the morning planning to make his way to the dorm room he needed to get too. An at this order sparing no worry he would bang with several hard thuds on the door of the one he'd come to see. The loud thuds likely enough to not only wake her up but those neighboring her as well. Snorting as the pipe sticking out of his mouth bellowed light bits of smoke from his lips slowly in a steady stream. Hisao's apperance- |
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Post by Charlotte Fujioka on Jul 30, 2019 0:09:35 GMT -4
337 words  ft. hisao nishimura
Charlie had dozed off at the desk, a tendril of saliva stretching towards an already-formed pool upon the desk. This was how it was always was. She would sit into the wee hours of the morning, working-on some device or studying. The moonlight was enough to see by, so she didn’t have to worry about disturbing Jun with her unusual sleeping hours. Then, at some random point, sleep would descend upon her as it descends upon most narcoleptics-- violently-- and she would sleep wherever she’d been working until her alarm went off the next morning.
This morning was different, a number of strident thuds reverberating at her door. Charlie’s head slipped, smacking against the desk. She sat up with a groan, rubbing her head and staring with a squint towards the offending noise. Someone was at the door. She looked towards Jun. Dead asleep. She looked towards the window. The sky was pink with sunrise. Who the fuck was pounding on their door at sunrise?
Charlie roused herself from the chair, stretching with two hands upon her back to crack it, before she padded to the dormitory’s door. She was so groggy, she didn’t bother to grab her surgical mask before opening the door. It took a moment to take-in who was at the door. Math teacher. Smoking in the dorms. Annoyed.
“Sensei,” the prawn murmured, bowing at the waist. An awkward silence fell as her brain tried to grasp onto what might be the best thing to say, in this situation. In class, there was a script. But there was no script for “when your teacher shows up at your dorm at the crack of dawn”. The prawn raised from her bow, looking at the instructor through half-lidded eyes, “Is there a problem, Nishimura-sensei?”
Truth be told, the prawn liked Nishimura-sensei. In part because he taught math, her best subject, and in part because he was very straightforward. He didn’t tried to pull any bullshit with the prawn, or any student, and the prawn appreciated it.
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Post by Jar Star Assistant. on Aug 8, 2019 1:54:34 GMT -4
He snorted a bit when the mutant girl he'd chosen, At least one of them approached. Taken a bit by surprise although he'd never have admit it as he hid it behind a serious expression. His gruff looking flesh and rocky like flesh of his armadillo body presenting a truly rough exterior that made it hard to read expression at times anyway. This only helped to feed his hard ass exterior and personality routine he often seemed to carry.
His lip moving lightly as the pipe in his lips seemed to adjust even before his hand took hold tapping some of the ash away. The smell in the air gave an aura of truly strong and stringy Tobacco. Nothing of high quality but truly what one might relate to the oldest of old men smokers. "Hmph, Took you a few moments more then I expected. But even still you seemed to be ready quicker then most others would have been. Altough I see you still let the tired sensation take you! Should have retired at a earlier hour." He'd say lightly poking his cane at her with his free hand. The large stature beast of man even appearing huge as he remained somewhat hunched over. His large shelled exterior seeming like while granting him great abilities also put great strain on his body as well.
Although it didnt take him long poking the cane at the partially opened door to realize she wasn't perhaps as ready as he thought. Although he may have knew that to begin with and was just having a bit of fun... in his own way. "I take it you 'are' ready right? That special intern training? You haven't forgotten about all that now have you?" A loud almost inhumanly snort came from his large animal like snout.
"Villainy doesn't 'wait' for heroes to be ready you know. Vigilance and always ready at a moments notice is a quality heroes should have. I mean hell the police and fire department and several other emergency responder groups have been doing so for countless generations!" His lecture esc mode seeming to kick in just briefly. She may have seen it or even been on the receiving end of it from time to time as he never seemed to shy away from a chance to unleash his weaponized words on students that dared to fall short of his expectations. His goal of being here and duty was to prepare them for what was ahead. Being 'friendly wasn't what they needed. A friend and mentor were often two completely different things. What someone might want in the moment and what they actually need could more often then not be two things separate entirely.
He briefly raised his arm with his cane looking at his watch. A old styled thing that seem worn before he'd clack hard the can end back to the floor. "It's now fifteen minutes after five... I expect punctuality. So Fujioka you have exactly a gracious extra fifteen minutes I will allow you to prepare... I'll be waiting down by my car just outside. If you take any longer then that fifteen minutes you'll find only an address and you can bloody well walk!... Now then." Giving her a respectful nod and bow. "I shall be waiting bellow... Don't think this means you can't be proper either. Dress in your uniform and be presentable!!!! As well as bring your gym clothes... Heheheh..." He said slightly chuckling as he turned away his small tail dragging on the ground as his feet lightly seemed to cause a rumble on the ground bellow. All the while his staff clacking with each other step as well. Giving her both the challenge of needing to be fast but focused in her task. A small aura of smoke bellowing about his head as he made his way away. "You're gonna need em..." A small grin on his lips as he didn't allow her to see but he truly did look forward to this.
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Post by Charlotte Fujioka on Aug 21, 2019 22:26:08 GMT -4
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The prawn was... ninety-five percent sure that the campus was tobacco free, as the math teacher stood before her puffing on a pipe... but for sake of respect, she said nothing. She followed the cadence of Nishimura-sensei's words, her head bowed. His rambling, elderly way of speaking really didn't suit her struggles with Japanese well. But she got most of the gist of what he was saying.
"Yes, sensei," she said respectfully as he ridiculed her for seeming sleepy. She should've gone to bed earlier, but she'd gotten lost in her inventions. Honestly, she'd had every intention of going to bed early.
Charlotte weathered the lecture with a bent head, half-lost in the meaning of the words that the math teacher uttered. Regardless of language barriers, it was easy to tell when one was being read the riot act. She managed to skirt under the radar in math class, since she was diligent in that subject and that subject alone. But she'd witnessed Nishimura-sensei's diatribes. She murmured, "Yes, sensei," where appropriate, to show that she was listening. And, when he finally gave the prawn fifteen minutes to get dressed and get downstairs, the prawn answered with an emphatic, "Yes, sensei! I'll be there!"
And she let the door shut. There were a few moments of blind stumbling, flinging open her closet to procure the least-rumpled uniform she could find. Her p.e. clothes were in a pile at the bottom of the wardrobe, and were quickly shoved into a drawstring bag, as was an empty canteen.
When Charlie righted herself, she smacked her head on the top shelf, a dull thud reverberating in the room. She was trying to be as quiet as she could so as not to wake Jun.
Charlotte sucked air in through her maxillipeds, wincing at the pain. A groan from Jun's bed sent a momentary bolt of concern down the prawn's spine, and she looked up. Nope, still asleep. She had to have gotten after Charlotte had conked out. The dark-haired teen was wrapped in a jean jacket. Charlotte watched for a moment, assessing whether or not she'd woken her roomie.
Jun mumbled something unintelligible about "golfing with Girl Scouts" and rolled over. Well. Crisis averted.
Drawstring bag in-tow, the prawn stepped out of the dorm room, and strode quickly down the hall.
It was quiet, likely because any sane person would be dead to the world at this hour. The prawn moved swiftly and silently, confidently taking the stairs all the way down the first floor.
In her rush, she'd completely forgotten a surgical mask and her cell phone. She'd realized the former when she'd stepped outside, the cold air hitting her face like the slap of a wet towel. She realized the latter when felt her pocket, which was empty. Shit.
But Nishimura-sensei was awaiting in his car-- she couldn't go back in, because then she'd be late. Double shit. The prawn moved towards the car, her throat clenching. She'd have to endure a car ride without the distraction of her phone. She moved to the passenger side of the car, cracking open the door before folding herself into the seat.
"Excuse me," she said, before rummaging for her seatbelt.
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Post by Jar Star Assistant. on Aug 26, 2019 14:17:05 GMT -4
He tapped away at his pip putting it out and dropping the remaining bits of tobacco in a small bag he pulled from a tiny pouch he had. Making sure not to make a mess. Holding his pipe in the same hand that held the top of his cane as well supporting his massive weight a bit upon it. While he was strong and indeed fast in his own way. In times of normal living like this his massive weight could often provide a strain and ache upon his joints. But even so he tended to rarely let it show. Scratching a hand lightly at his rubber skin and chin waiting for the girl briefly.
He couldn't help but feeling a little bad waiting for her though near his car and the grounds outside. She definitely was respectful and quick with reactions. All the nods and quick words of respect she uttered even if he wouldn't admit it did make him like her all the more. Charlie was one of those rare examples of a student one could really see a future in far brighter then others. He believed in her and wanted her to be ready for what was gonna be in her future. She not only had the power but she had the mind and the respect of what heroes needed to be.
Snorting to the night sky though it'd be hard to imagine he was thinking anything like that though. His hard strong like features giving the intense sensation of someone who merely did not like to keep waiting and was always up at the crack of down if not before it like today. He gave her a nod as she entered his old car. The beat up thing not a bad car but it looked something like a salary man would drive not a pro hero. Although given how he acted in class and his teachings of hero ideals he may have just been heavily frugal in his spending as well.
"They are a bit old but they should fit ya... Guess we're both kinda a bit bigger then the people who build these things think of eh?" Giving a light gruff chuckle to her at the idea of it. Given how big he was and when she'd see him he barely even fit in his seat. The thing pushed all the way back and his chest mere inches from the wheel that his small fingers gripped to. He was even hunched over lightly as well. His round shape and shell made it hard for him to simply lean back to adjust to sit more properly. But he didn't seem to mind it as he chuckled at her after making his little comment. This was merely something he was used to at this point in life and he figured given her mutation she knew a thing or two about adjusting to things pending the odd bodies and size as well.
The old car began to start up as it made a serious of sputtering pops and bangs before they'd pull off and begin heading out of the area. "I'm not much of a tech guy so I'll tell you that now... but I have some friends I can put you in connection with and a good word. I know you had some interest in such things if I remember correctly. I have a few friends who might be willing to make small labs and excess materials available to the new students such as yourself to help the future. What we'll be doing mainly between us though is some good old fashioned training. You seem to have some trouble using your full output when you need too? If I'm mistaken you may correct me but assuming I'm right why is that?" Talking to her about her skills and willingness to use it. Something he'd hope to rectify in their time together or at least start her on the path to allowing her to let loose when she needed to. Full control so she could operate at a hundred percent without worry or fear or whatever it was that may have been holding back the girl. He wanted to fight out and help her feel more comfortable using all she had when she needed too.
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Post by Charlotte Fujioka on Sept 3, 2019 20:00:29 GMT -4
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The prawn fumbled the buckle of her seatbelt, her nerves making her clumsy. Truth be told, she was nervous, which was partially to blame for the reverence with which she addressed her teacher. Applying for an internship had been a shot in a dark. She hadn't expected to be taken-in by anyone. At least it was Nishimura-sensei. Math was one of best subjects, besides P.E. She could only imagine if the Literature professor had been her teacher instead.
While the spherical mutant made a droll remark about how neither of them really fit in the car, and the prawn cracked a nervous smile, twitching her mouthparts at the astuteness of that observation. While Nishimura-sensei’s girth occupied most of the square-footage, Charlie’s spindly limbs posed the biggest problem for her. Her knees rested against the dashboard, even with the seat all the way back. It didn’t help that cars made her very, very nervous.
“Absolutely, sensei,” Charlotte avowed, bowing her head, “I once rode in a truck that fit me. But… I haven’t seen cars that big, in Japan. I don’t think they make them that big, here.”
The car sprung into motion after clearing its metaphorical throat, hiccuping on down the road. He cut right to business, after that, confessing that he knew little about technology but had some connections that he could put Charlotte in-touch with.
“Thank you, sensei.”
Then, he addressed the more pressing matters-- her “good old-fashioned training”, as he put it. The prawn swallowed hard, fixing her gaze on her hands. She clasped them more tightly, her heart hammering in her chest-- even though Charlotte had been the one to request this kind of training, it hadn’t really seemed “real” until now. She glanced out the window, using her teacher’s reflection on the glass to gauge his expression. A short pause stretched between them.
“I have explosive punches,” Charlotte finally confessed, “And I can… only go 100%, and only in self-defense. Like… if I’m scared. Or angry. I would like to… go less than 100%. They can be very destructive.”
The prawn wrung her hands.
“That way… if i do punch… I don’t have to do a lot of damage.”
She was sure Nishimura-sensei as privy to the fact that Charlotte had been attacked by some villain-wannabe Recoil, that she’d been caught on camera doing damage to the facade of the building… but since she’d been acting in self-defense, they’d pardoned her for her misconduct with a warning.
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Post by Jar Star Assistant. on Sept 9, 2019 18:22:49 GMT -4
He felt a light tickle at the corners of his grin. He tried not to chuckle but in the end it escaped him. The girl having a similar struggle as he when it came to properly fitting in vehicles and if he had to guess size came into annoyance in a variety of ways if his own experience was anything for him to go off of.
"One can hope they eventually consider us poor severely mutated when making such vehicles. Or anything for that matter... No one realizes the small pains we go to on the regular my young student. Sadly it's just one more hardship we must grow stronger from." He'd say giving her a light grin as he spoke not wanting to sound too formal. He just had a tangent for going off in trying to give advice and speak as he thought a teacher should to suit the best of what he was needed for here after all.
They talked for a time as they drove down the road exiting town within a time as he would head to one of the better training spots out of town. It would be easier and no risk of destruction to anything collateral for what he had planned. Thankfully UA owned a plethora of ground for a variety of needs that may or may not come up. So the place was all set and ready to go.
He'd fidget with the radio lightly letting some oldy style music play from the speakers but not to loud so it was a inconvenience when they spoke. Keeping his eyes fixated on the road at all times and only now and again giving her a slight node or look of attention just to let her know he was listening. An only when it was most safe as well to do so.
"Aye, Regulating power and you're full power... I heard there may be some issues or reserves with such things. Sounds like you are... reserved about it as well personally. Well we'll have to fix that and thankfully I might have some ideas how to do that! We can get you to regulate I feel with what I read about your power and have observed. BUT! we'll definitely have to see how you handle its normal full power as well. If you're too worried about using your power you'll never regulate it right if you're always reserved. We need to find out what all you can do and work back from that... It might not be what you want but... If you trust me things will go well and will be okay. I'm not gonna allow my student to get hurt or do anything they'll regret on this excursion." He'd say slowly as dense forests and some rocky hills came into view as they neared their destination.
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Post by Charlotte Fujioka on Sept 18, 2019 20:38:49 GMT -4
BREAKING PAST! THE PRAWN REMAINED MOSTLY QUIET as her teacher spoke, drumming her fingers against the carapace of her forearm. If they weren’t in a car, she wouldn’t mind discussing the inconveniences of riding in one, but she already hated cars as it was. As such, the conversation made her… surly.
She knew better than to take her anxieties out on a teacher though, so she fidgeted instead. For as serious as Nishimura-sensei was in class, he was certainly outspoken when he drove. No one would believe Charlie if she had said so. It would be her personal secret.
The prawns’ maxillae twitched at the sentiment—not let her get hurt? Honestly, that wasn’t something that he had much of a say in. Especially with a power like Charlotte’s. While she was curious, and optimistic, about what Nishimura-sensei had in-store, she couldn’t help but express her concerns—after all, the prawn knew her power, her body, better than anyone else.
“The punches always hurt later, though,” the prawn explained, “In my arms. And I only get two. Then I’m finished.”
She squinted at the woods that were looming before them, the flat land rising-up into low, rolling hills. They reminded Charlie of the Oakland Hills, which rose-up along East Bay. Houses gave way to hillside mansions, which gave way to woods. It was crazy to think that woods could be so close to a sprawling metropolis, yet here they were.
“The forest?” Charlotte asked, looking towards Nishimura-sensei from the corner of her eyes. She supposed there was less infrastructure to damage in the woods, but with how often the staff drilled-in to their heads about “no unauthorized quirk use off-campus”, the prawn had to wonder what benefit there was to being so far away from society.
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Post by Jar Star Assistant. on Sept 25, 2019 23:51:32 GMT -4
He snorted lightly now and again wriggling in place. He too clearly having problems fitting and even more so finding any form of comfort in most modern vehicles. His back and shell now and again lightly rubbing on the ceiling of the vehicle or making the chair lightly squeal faintly from the pressure he put on it. The small car turning off road after a short time of passing various moments of forest vistas at either side of the road after they'd made their way outside of town. Eventually coming upon a dirt road he'd turned on that made the drive turn lightly rough. A light rumble of the old small car moving along a rough path be a bit uncomfortable to put it lightly. Hisao himself seeming to notice it little if at all. Either oblivious to it or perhaps knowing it familiar enough if he'd been this way before perhaps at other times.
They would soon pull up upon the clearing as the drive would slowly seem to be reaching its end. The sun rise shining bright on the open rocky area he seemed to be heading towards surrounded by trees that encircled the opening of rocky surface. "Only two?... Hmm... Maybe we could try some control practices to squeeze more then just two out? Control could help reduce the fatigue as well. Some good practice on pushing your normal strength as far as you can too could help you save those punches as well. What's your thoughts? You know yourself likely better then anybody after all." He'd sigh in a gravely voice but still kind in his own way as pulled up and parked. Looking over at her briefly with his small beady eyes scratching his chin as he did so with his claw like rough hand. Curious more on what she might want from it all as well now that they'd seemed to have finally arrived.
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Post by Charlotte Fujioka on Oct 4, 2019 20:50:13 GMT -4
BREAKING PAST! THE PRAWN WATCHED THE SCENERY FLICK BY with a dull, groggy interest. The forest? Why the forest, of all places? And if they were heading into the woods, why did she need to don her full uniform? Who was there to impress? She rested her chin upon her hand, and hummed contemplatively. The prawn seemed skeptical about the idea, when Nishimura sensei proposed it.
“More than two punches?” she echoed. Why would she want more than two? And besides, how would she even elicit punches on-command? She rubbed the back of her neck with her unusual hand, shaking her head.
“Sensei, I’m not… trying to be a hero,” the prawn said, her tone stilted, “I think… a hero’s studies student would be interested in being able to unleash more punches like mine, dealing more damage… I want… I want to be able to throw a punch… without worrying about that. Like… if my life is in-danger, I don’t want to accidentally shatter the bones of an innocent bystander. You know?”
In a school that valued strength and quirk-related prowess, it must have been unusual to hear a student saying that they wanted to be weaker.
“Maybe… if we could figure out a way to… not punch at full power?”
The prawn was supposed to know her own body the best, but truth be told it was just as much a mystery to Charlotte as it was to anybody else. The car rolled to a stop, and Charlotte hazarded a glance at her math teacher, looking a little uncomfortable about the topic. She’d folded her hands in her lap, and was trying hard to contain her nervousness.
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Post by Jar Star Assistant. on Oct 7, 2019 18:39:38 GMT -4
He listened carefully as they drove down the lightly rough road eventually reaching their destination shortly after the conversation continued pulling up to the nice clearing. Small flat grassland and a bit of rocky terrain that made it suitable so any powers used and damage caused would give nobody any problems or headaches in the after math. Putting the car into drive as he took a heavy breath wriggling lightly in his seat for a moment or two as well always getting a little stuck most the of the time thanks to his rather large size and heft.
"Being able to use your powers when you need it are important too. More uses will always come in handy." He'd say quickly rubbing his chin as a he opened the door slowly squeezing his way out. The task of doing so jumbling the car lightly as he did his best to free himself. The sight of it possibly a little amusing to Charlie pending how she viewed it. Given it was like a large boulder of a man emerging from a small compact although reliable vehicle.
"Regulating your power is definitely a smart idea too though. We'll try and make sure you can least more then two blows but also control that power. Support studies or no... if You ever need to use your fists you need to know how and be ready to use them properly. But don't worry heheheh... We have the perfect hard target for you to practice on. So you don't have to worry about mistakes." He'd say with a lizard like grin that slipped up his cheeks. Wobbling from the car his can lightly tapping upon the ground bellow him. Making his way towards the field's center giving his cane a brief wave and point in her direction as if ushering her to follow. Briefly taking in the fresh air seemingly enjoying the cool sensation flooding his lungs briefly of fresh air out in nature.
"Let's start with a example first so I can get a idea how far you've come up until now." He'd say pointing at a nearby boulder upon the more rocky terrain of the field. "Try showing me what you can do with a normal blow and we'll work from there." He said in suggestion as they would begin.
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Post by Rosey on Oct 22, 2019 4:34:49 GMT -4
Per has 27 exp and gained 26 exp
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