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Post by Arthur "Reddarcc" Hunter on Jun 4, 2020 20:58:06 GMT -4
".....Hey brain, could you do me a favour? Can you fuckin decide if you want me to remember something or not already? This wishy washy bullshit is annoying as fuck." Red would mutter to himself, sitting in the waiting room. His leg was tapping so fast you wouldnt be mistaken in thinking he might have actually been typing out morse code....or trying to dig towards the centre of the earth with just his leg. Which honestly wouldnt be far off, right now he didnt really feel like being here right about now. He just wanted to go back to Yumis hotel room and just.....figure out what the fuck happened yesterday.
See, Red didnt remember anything after he passed out yesterday. As far as he was aware, he was in the ring one minute, and the next he was on the couch in Yumis hotel room, having shot up and put a hand to his head. After a few seconds he'd realised he was sweating bullets, probably from a nightmare......but he didnt remember it at the time. Luckily, it was late into the night so Yumi was probably already asleep in her room, no need for any lies....yet atleast.
Still, he'd spent been up since then, trying to piece together what happened. He found out that he'd apparently won his match with Rowan, thanks to the bracket, but he had no idea how. Searching for footage on the internet didnt help, considering none existed, and if it did, it probably got taken down before he could get to it. He could tell it was probably close though, considering how many bandages he had on.
Luckily, thanks to whoever was working in the infirmiry, he wasnt too bad now, but apparently it had been bad. They hadnt healed everything at the time due to the extent of it, but he'd had chunks of statue pulled out of his arms, shrapnel taken out, and pieces of his gear had been embedded in his wrist. Which is why Red was currently working with a very jerry rigged version of his cuffs, least on the left side. The previous one had blown up, and he'd lost a hilt too. Probably bl...blown....destroyed by Rowan.
He was still good to fight though....physically, atleast. Cause mentally? He was a mess. He had no idea what he'd done yesterday, beyond get treated and go back to the room. Had he talked to anyone? Did he do anything stupid? He had no idea....atleast, when his eyes were open, atleast.
See, Thanks to waking up and 2AM and feeling like he got no sleep, Red was a little bit tireder than usual....well, he was always tired, but he was showing it more today, if that made sense. This meant that he had moments where his mind would drift off somewhere due to that, and his eyes would shut for about a second....and Red would get a flash of something. The first one was something on fire, the second was kicking Rowan in the face, and the third was getting very angry and sparking up or something. Atleast, thats what he assumed. It was hard to actually tell, considering how short they were.
Still.....he didnt really have time to worry about it. Atleast, not right now. He had a fight to win, and that meant he had something to focus on that WASNT how he was going to explain these weird lapses of memory if anyone asked. Maybe he could lie and say he had a little bit of a concussion, those caused amnesia sometimes, right? It'd be fine, He just had to bury it a little bit....... and he didnt have to wonder where the voice in his head had gone...he'd been....weirdly....quiet.......
"....Huh....was the door always....horizontal....." Red would ask himself, quietly, as he slowly fell to his side on the bench he'd been sitting on, feeling the need to sleep washing over him to the point that he couldnt really stop it. As his head hit the cushions, All he knew was that his body really wanted to him to close his eyes right now.....which wasnt the worst....he still had a bit before the match started so he could....get a little nap in.....hopefully.....
Almost instantly, Red shot back up. Once again, his eyes had shifted from their usual blue to an almost crimson red, looking in the mirror. He had no idea how long he'd been asleep, but he could hear knocking at the door. Luckily it was the "Get ready, you're about to be called out" knock and not the rapid "WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU" knock....which was good....he had time to steady himself. "....Goddammit i didnt wanna come out here again." Hunter would complain, looking at the mirror....and punching it.
He didnt wanna have to deal with this again. He was already too confused dealing with his own shit, and now the dumbarse had to pass out and leave it on him? Goddammit he just wanted to sit in the back of his brain and contemplate what the fuck was going on with him. God fuckin....who is he even fuckin fighting? God i shoulda been payin attention, fuck. He'd chastise himself, getting ready to put on his best Red impression again to atleast....try and get the kid through this without anyone asking questions. That would just hurt both of em.
So, after about a minute or so of making sure he was good, Hunter would climb the steps of the....holy shit they actually built a replica of Big Ben for this? What the fuck kinda money do this fuckers have......why did he know or even care what Big Ben was? Well, technically the bell was called that and the clock was called....uhhh.....Tickity Ted The Time Telling Tosspot, probably. ....Ah fuck im doing it again. He'd think to himself, getting to where he was supposed to start and rubbing his head, looking down at the ground.
It was at this point that Hunter would Remember the name of the guy he was fighting. Thanks to the announcer. Oh Yeah, Yojin....Thats the guy with the....roombas, right? Kinda looks like m--the dumbarse, also does tech stuff, that kinda thing. I wonder how he fig----- Hunters thought would be abruptly cut off, looking up from the ground as he rolled his shoulder, which was now hanging in mid air as he looked at his opponent......Well....What his opponent was in.....
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Post by Hino Yojin on Jun 17, 2020 17:30:08 GMT -4
Match three. Yojin hadn’t ever expected to climb this far. He’d wanted to perform in the first match because of pride. Winning the second match had nearly been a fluke. Now that he was on number three, Yojin was surprised to realize he cared about winning this as well.
Next match was going to be Tetsuko, or Yumi, and that was probably the end. As well as he’d built the Bumblebox, it wasn’t going to stand up to a top student.
But Yojin knew Red. Yojin knew how Red’s quirk worked, had a functional idea of how his tech worked, and absolutely knew how his moronic brain worked. Reddarcc Hunter wasn’t an enemy, but he was something more fun right now--a rival.
This match was about the pride of Support Studies engineering. This match was about Yojin’s personal pride.
Yojin wanted to crush.
When the Bumblebox stepped onto the arena floor, it looked different than it had the past two matches. Structurally, it was still the same squat, four-legged, yellow-and-black cube-shaped mecha it had always been. However, two large, humming antennae had been added to the top of the box, where they slowly rotated, crackling with electricity. The leg tips had also seemed sturdier, electrical coils around the feet, suggesting some enhancements to them.
Downside is, all the improvements to the mecha had come at the cost of Yojin’s sleep cycle.
“Sure is, Red! I call it the Bumblebox!” Yojin replied cheerfully, his voice booming through the unbuilt speakers set into the mecha’s frame. Any further answer was drowned out by his next opening move, which was to blast a thunderous baseline to announce his entrance. He took a giant swig of energy drink as he stomped forward, feeling his heartbeat kick up instantly. “You ready to Rrrrrruuumble?”
Angie was watching. Chimera was watching. Momoko was watching. This was it.
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Post by Arthur "Reddarcc" Hunter on Jun 23, 2020 1:39:55 GMT -4
".....Jesus fucking christ." Hunter would mutter to himself, looking upon this marvel of engineering. He was aware of functional mecha existing, on account of Red nearly getting killed by one piloted by Jaeger back during that weird race Geist had set up but......he hadnt really expected to fight one ever again. Especially considering that the thing Red'd tried to cut the joints off of had gotten real fucked up by everyone involved, since Yumi decided to fire the one explosive harpoon back at it like a fuckin railgun at the time......But he had to say.....he was really impressed by what he was lookin at right about now.
The design was pretty well thought out. Jaegers weird Motorcyle thing had just been pretty much a walking Harpoon launching platform, it hardly seemed like it could move much when not a bike...but this? This looked like it could get a move on. Not as fast as him, probably, but still be able to be somewhat mobile. The legs were good too, especially in here, what with all the fuckin gears spinning around em. That gave it a good base of gravity....hell, it'd probably make it hard to knock over. Plus, it had electricty cracking around em.....he wondered if he'd made the feet magnetic for this....real smart move.
.......Wait......where am I getting all of this from? Hunter'd ask himself. Sure, he had watched Red work on his own gear cause he was bored, but he never really paid attention to it.....or anything he said when it came to this subject so uhhh.....what the hell was causing him to know it now? Somehow he could tell how thin the armour was, though odds are it was still sturdy enough to take a bit of a beating.....Probably something bendy like aluminium or....maybe stainless steel? Hmmm......Oh god im doing it again.
Was....was this an effect of.....her? Ever since Red'd come back to this country he'd been acting weird, and now that he'd managed to somehow free his feelings for that redhead, he'd been getting worse. Maybe it was a mistake to actually tell him what he was feeling....cause it was looking like that the burial grounds of their mind was currently leaking all over the place. It must have been Red somehow influencing him thanks to that, cause this shit was......weird. Real fuckin weird alright.
"....Is this the Mark 1 o----" Hunter'd try to ask, attempting to distract himself from whatever the fuck his brain was starting to spiral into, but was throughly interrupted by the sound of a real good bassline almost shattering his ears with how loud it was....especially since it reverberated throughtout the whole arena, thanks to all the gears. God, he was gonna start getting Reds headaches at this rate, too, cause his ears were banging right now. He almost wanted to charge off right there and then to get the fight started....but then he rememberd....he had to act like a dumbarse.
"J-Jesus Yojin, you tryin to give Kirk a run for his money?" Hunter'd awkwardly ask, his voice slightly deeper than Reds usual but hopefully that could be attributed to the fact he was holding his head in pain. It wasnt much, obviously, otherwise he wouldnt have been able to hear anything, but his head still thumped a little. Wore off quickly though. Thank christ. He did have to admit though.......Despite the Garish paint job........Yojin had some real good style with this thing.
"....You bet your arse I am, Buzz Boy. You seem to have forgetten who am I......Im The Robotics Clubs QA Tester!" Hunter'd state, responding to Yojins question while punching his knuckle, florishing a little bit of wind and a spark or two while he walked forward to greet the mech. Slight memories of Red getting himself blown up testing something would flash in Hunters mind as a reminder.....Wrecking things was his forte, after all.
Still, he didnt plan on getting into a fist fight with a mecha to start off with. He could see that claw plain as day, and it didnt seem like a good time getting his arm crushed like it was in a one of those Hydrolic Press videos. Plus, if he got grabbed, that other claw looked like it had a gun in the middle of it.....so odds were he would be getting crushed AND electrocuted at the same time....and not in the fun, Yumi way.
He needed information, and fast. Red usually looked at his opponents matches to contrast, but it didnt look like he had expected to make it this far....and after yesterday, he'd been too wiped out to check if Yojin had anything up his sleeve. So, all of the specs of this thing right now were just...theoretical in his mind. They could be better than what the thing was capable of.....but they could also be worse. Hunter needed to know which of them it was.
"I hope you built that thing sturdy.....cause Im about to put it through hell, Yojin. Dont blame me if it ends up in pieces, Mate!" Hunter'd respond....a bit of their english accent coming through at the end. He tutted to himself, but it didnt matter. Right as he said that, he'd kick it up a gear, promptly dashing to the right, onto the moving gear that they they were in the centre of, moving with the momentum of the thing.....he quickly realised how easy it would be to generate in here.
Once he was somewhat out of the robots firing line, he'd start firing small wind bullets out of his working cuff barrel, tuned to see just how much the thing could deal with projectiles....and how fast the box could follow him. He'd jump upwards at the same time, landing on one of the upper gears and continuing to fire, watching and waiting to see how Yojin would react......Though he had a feeling he wouldnt be able to get away with winning like this. He felt like....his pride was on the line for some reason.
At the same time though....that bassline from earlier was having more of an effect than Yojin probably realised....cause a certain someone was starting to wake back up a little.
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