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"Kiyohime"
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Post by Sumiko Ryuugamine on Nov 1, 2019 20:21:38 GMT -4
It's been a long day. Heading back from Yokohama where she grew up all the way to U.A. was always a bit of a trip. She never normally minded the journey, it was easy to just lose herself sketching in her drawing pad. Sketching various designs for a hero costume that she probably wouldn't ever get the chance to wear, some of the people she met, or even idle doodling. Animated characters weren't precisely her forte, but with the style so prevalent in Japan she figured it might as well be something she would work on actually succeeding in. However, today Sumiko couldn't exactly focus on her sketching.
Today, she had accidentally worn her U.A. uniform out and about. It wasn't always such a negative thing, however. Just walking through downtown was usually safe enough, but she was already risking running it late before curfew, but the train was... In a few words, sketchy. Or at least, the occupants of it. The few people on the train were weirding her out in a rather uncomfortable manner. A strange man was glancing at her, the tattoos, then back to her uniform, only to sneer in disgust, and yet he kept staring. An elderly couple were staring at her and whispering to one another as if she couldn't simply look at them staring at her as well. Even worse, was a man who's attention on her seemed to be a little bit too enthusiastic... A good thing U.A. had rules that she knew well enough to not swear them all out. Keeping not only her own reputation but the school's reputation in check was just another hassle that she was forced to deal with.
The train came to a stop at the next station, and the sudden influx and loss of people only encouraged her to stare at her lap and the paper she was struggling to draw on. If only the U.A. uniform wasn't so distinctive, she probably could have just pretended to be any of the other normal highschool students running around. And yet, she could almost feel their stares. Whether they were approving, judgemental, or anything else in between, she couldn't tell in the slightest. Social skills were never exactly her strongest suit, but that didn't mean she didn't give it a try.
Time passed, the train stopping at various stops, at this point she didn't even recognize anyone else on the train from earlier. But there was a single constant, their eyes were constantly looking at her. Groaning softly, Sumiko simply packed up her notepad and placed it within her backpack, pulling it onto her back as she simply stared out the window. Hopefully the humdrum of the lights flickering by would be enough to distract her from the constant stares. And yet, she could metaphorically feel them staring at her. With her back turned, she was sometimes able to see them staring at her even more openly from the reflection in the window. "Great..." She mumbled to herself, letting out a soft sigh. Couldn't they just be back by now?
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65 Posts
2 EP
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24 Years
Female
"Calabar"
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Post by Ndeye Ndao on Nov 2, 2019 0:10:22 GMT -4
If Ndeye had been a more innocent and righteously motivated fighter, one could easily feel sorry for her in her present state. In attempting to challenge two of UA's high ranked students at the same time, she had found herself beaten and humiliated in front of a large audience. The memory- and the bruises from being manhandled in the ring- stung. One of her eyes was blackened and half shut. A vein throbbed all the way from the crown of her forehead to the edge of one brow and her lip was a twisted grimace, as if she simply couldn't get the memory out of her head for even a moment. The challenge had been a mistake; she'd jumped in over-eager. She wanted to purge that history... almost as much as she wanted to take vengeance for it.
As she climbed onto the afternoon train, muscling past several train-goers who by rights should have gone in front of her, she replayed the fight in her head, trying to divine what she could have done differently. Was she simply too weak? Japan's fighters had outshone her expectations... but no, they couldn't truly be stronger! "My muscles... my training... my discipline! I am stronger than that boy and that bear in every way! If I were to have a rematch... I just need one chance... I'll strangle them each in one fist!" she thought to herself furiously, crushing the handrail above her head with one hand as thick scales began to encase her fingers. Her pride would not allow herself to admit she'd simply been outclassed.
Blind rage had overtaken Ndeye. If Sumiko hadn't been on the train that day, she probably would have grabbed the nearest civilian and torn them limb from limb just to let out her anger. Perhaps it was cruelly fitting that Sumiko did her duty protecting that citizen, simply by proving a more appealing target for Ndeye. The criminal's orange-yellow eyes, one partially shaded by the swolen bruise across its socket, glowered across the aisle at Sumiko. By this point, the two were keenly aware of one another. Sumiko had been getting stares all day... but nothing quite like this. It wasn't a look of dull curiosity or quirkist disdain she was experiencing... it was an actual killing intent.
Sumiko had probably been told not to judge by appearances, but in this case, she could be forgiven for moving further down the train car, away from the huge, muscle-bound lady with the smoldering glare, the bared teeth, the rapidly hardening arms, and the throbbing vein in her forehead.
"Girl! Hold right there, girl, do not move a muscle," she insisted, pulling the metal handrail she'd held onto free as darkness flashed across the traincar; it was passing below a series of high-rise apartments that blocked out the setting sun. "Don't you dare move, damn you!" she reiterated, tossing the metal piece angrily across the train-car. The civilians all around suddenly jumped to their feet, beginning to run to the opposite ends of the car, towards the doors that would let them into the next car over. Sumiko might well join them, if she wasn't being singled out. By this point, the scales on Ndeye's arm had begun to creep from elbow to fingertip, gleaming.
It would be hard for Sumiko to run right now. Would she attempt to continue representing UA in the best possible light, even in a circumstance like this? Would she run to join the civilians, who were trying to escape? Or would it be better to get an attack in "preemptive self defense," seeing the clear intentions of her assailant?
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WC 607
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"Kiyohime"
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Post by Sumiko Ryuugamine on Nov 23, 2019 1:20:05 GMT -4
Sumiko didn't even notice the strange, aggressive individual when she had first gotten onto the train. Normally, she would have definitely focused on them, but she was trying pretty hard to keep as low profile as possible, keeping to herself. Unfortunately, that didn't seem like it would be happening today. Suddenly, she heard someone shouting as the train car flashed into darkness from the large buildings they were passing by. Girl? Don't move a muscle? It was lucky she turned around as soon as she did, a piece of metal ripped straight from the train car was being tossed right at her. Her instincts quickly took over as she quickly ducked and out of the chair onto the ground, the metal smacking against the glass where she had just been sitting and cracking it.
"Shit..." She mumbled to herself, surprised by being suddenly targeted out by such an aggressive individual. Was it her tattoos? Was it the U.A. uniform? Was it anything else about her that suddenly made her the single target in this train? She quickly managed to get back to her feet as the rest of the car scattered, trying to make it into the other next car to escape her attacker. This wasn't good. Definitely not good at all. Just because she was here, for some reason or another, people were going to get hurt. She didn't like that idea, not one bit. Having no idea who this lady was, she tried to at least get some knowledge on them, but from this distance she hadn't yet noticed the scales spreading across the woman's arm.
"You want me? Come at me!" Sumiko shouted out, trying hard to keep her attention instead of letting any innocent be harmed. Grabbing her backpack and slinging it off her shoulders, it was at least something she could use. Luckily there wasn't anything too important in there, nothing that couldn't be replaced. "Then, come and get me!" Without a word more. she'd quickly toss the backpack straight at the aggressive woman's face. She certainly wasn't hoping to do any damage, no, she was hoping for a distraction, to blind the lady with her apparent rage.
As soon as she tossed it, Sumiko quickly began to move. Dashing forwards, she'd quickly climb on the seats of the car and attempt to jump around the woman. With any luck, she'd be able to successfully steer them away from the fleeing civilians. Sure, there was another car in that direction, but with any luck the civilians in there knew better than to leave the relative safety of their car. She had no idea when the next stop was, but it couldn't come soon enough. This was such a cramped space, she couldn't keep dodging forever... She had no choice. If she wasn't in U.A. she'd likely already be throwing a punch at the woman, but that wasn't exactly how students were supposed to act.
Her tattoos were swirling around her arms aggressively before they suddenly formed. Pulling out in front of her, the twin dragons snarled and snapped their jaws in the tight corridor. Hopefully, seeing the threat she posed they'd back away... But she didn't count too much on it. "I'm warning you, I am authorized to defend myself!" Sumiko shouted out, entirely unsure how to handle this. With any luck, someone was already calling the police... but they still needed to make it to the next stop anyways. She gritted her teeth, steeling herself as the dragons tried to form a makeshift wall between her and the assailant, but with such a tight space, they couldn't move with their large sweeping movements she was so used to using in her combat practices.
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65 Posts
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24 Years
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"Calabar"
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Post by Ndeye Ndao on Nov 25, 2019 21:49:50 GMT -4
"Ha!" barked Ndeye's only retort as Sumiko goaded her. There was a lot of trash talk Ndeye would normally interject at this point. She would call the girl a fool for standing up to her, or perhaps praise her courage, then call her a fool, in most instances. Instead, she accepted the challenge immediately, beginning to lurch forward. A backpack came at her; the villain-for-hire had seen techniques like this many times before, where weaklings needed to attack at a range and couldn't think of any better way to defend themselves. Ndeye scoffed internally in the split second as she turned her shoulder slightly in her approach, guarding her face by raising one hand in a boxer's defense.
The backpack did no damage, but it wasn't supposed to. When Ndeye lowered her arm, Sumiko was already leaping, maneuvering behind her. The very idea of being crossed up in such a fashion was insulting to Ndeye, who swiped her arm in a huge lariat, narrowly missing Sumiko and instead, smashing a standing balance rail so that top and bottom were separated, twisting away like bike handles near the gap she'd created. It wasn't possible for a human's unaided strength to cause such damage. In the end, however, she had spun to face Sumiko again, so the movement wasn't totally wasted.
Sumiko could consider the fact that the civilians had cleared out of the car to be a blessing, because the ordinary people no longer faced risk of being brutalized by this berserker, or a curse, considering this left her as the only target in the room. Ndeye's eye seemed to be throbbing as she regarded Sumiko with a spreading grin, her lips curling back and away from her gum-line. "Defend yourself with that quirk, will you? I will not fall this time, little one," she warned Sumiko, seeming as if the sight of Sumiko's quirk had only made her hungrier rather than causing her to shy away. This time, she'd hold nothing back... she wouldn't be caught off guard by a child and made to feel a fool again.
Raising both arms, Ndeye approached in a grappler's stance with hands raised and fingers curled. One of her arms glistened with scales while the other remained barren. The barren one swung first; it wasn't quirk powered, but it was every bit as strong as the swollen muscle implied it would be. As a trained student, Sumiko could probably dodge such a strike by evading in the opposite direction. To follow, Ndeye, reached out with her scaled hand, not for Sumiko, but for her dragon. She attempted to throttle it, with that hand, but whether she did or not, her widening eyes would gleam and teeth clenched harder as a tell-tale crack noise sounded from above Sumiko.
The big wrestler had broken her arm free from the rocky casing, which stayed hooked at her shoulder, and brought down a tremendous elbow, aiming at Sumiko's shoulder. It wouldn't be an attack with her quirk behind it, but if Sumiko's dragon hadn't escaped the grab, dodging would be near impossible; plus, the attack still had the strength of a professional llamb wrestler behind it.
If Sumiko had the presence of mind to think, she might now be wondering what she did to deserve such aggression- or what, rather, anyone could do to deserve it. As for Ndeye, she barely saw Sumiko, picturing only the face of that smug UA student who'd made her look so weak in the gym, and the bear whom- not even one of UA's strongest students, reportedly- she'd been unable to overpower. On the note of not being able to see Sumiko... Sumiko might notice that she was currently on Ndeye's side where the eye was nearly swolen shut. It hurt just to look at, but it could give Sumiko some sort of advantage.
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