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Post by Yumi Tasukai on Jun 19, 2020 10:27:47 GMT -4
The last class she was helping to organize had Kirk arriving early as the upperclassmen, and running out of the scenarios the building had pre-prepared, it was fairly self evident whichs he should set up for Kirk's use. A baseball stadium with a torn up grounds as if it had recently suffered some sort of earthquake or explosion. For the most part the ground was flat with ponts of disturbance, and the stands and seats had been somewhat torn up, with pieces of the upper structure falling down into the seats. It was still very clear what the stadium was once for at the very least.
As with the other upperclassmen he'd be told where to strike on the field to set off 'aftershocks' or other disaster like effects should he want to use them to throw the underclassmen off, but was entirely allowed to ignore them in turn if he wanted a more straight up fight. Villain themed costume additives were offered also if he wanted to go ham and present himself as the 'big bad' tot he underclassmen that would be arriving soon after he'd gotten prepared, letting Kirk even choose to hide in the arena or stand proud as the underclassmen arrived on the scene.
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Post by Beaumont Favager on Jun 20, 2020 22:51:29 GMT -4
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[attr="class","aodmain"] The blonde boy had looked out of place among the wreckage, looking more like a prince ready to defend his kingdom rather than sit upon the throne as he walked through the scene. Today, he would treat this exhibition as though he'd have the time to grab his hero gear and head down to face the big bad. Beaumont's parents bought the base outfit so he'd have something until he could get something of higher quality, there was nothing special about it aside from being made of fire resistant materials. Although it was nothing more than a base and though Beaumont knew the sorts of modifications he wanted for it, he honestly needed help. Colt honestly wasn't as bad as he thought with a needle and thread, so they spent time to put their heads together and work on making his costume something he could work with. [break][break] That cape was able to be torn away so he could either use it in a pinch, or avoid getting pulled into something like a turbine. To him, it was a good decoy since capes were normally a rookie mistake to look cool and would allow that window of being underestimated by his foes. The pieces of metal adorning him took time to prep since he used his quirk over the course of time to get it ready since they were durable until being faced with heavy impact to weaken them until reaching their breaking point. He'd made cute little, simple metal figures as a test in the past, seeing that they'd been okay all this time...so at least this, in theory, should work out decently. Had he bothered looking into who his opponent was...? [break][break] No. [break][break] He didn't look into any of the upperclassmen who signed up, he felt as though if he was going to come prepared, he'd walk in blind and do what he could to think on his feet. There would be times he'd have time get suited up, but not know jack diddly doo about his opponent, so he wanted to be a bit practical on that front. Removing his sword from its sheath, it didn't have a sharpened edge, it was more like a baton with a hilt. By no means was he aiming to slice into a fellow hero in the making! No no no, nooooooo way, nuh uh! Especially since that usually came with burning their flesh...so he was focusing strictly on blunt force for damage against his foe. [break][break] Besides, maybe this would help him clear his head...it felt like he had a great deal of tension building up within him, maybe this could be therapeutic? Taking a deep breath and exhaling, he wasn't even sure who he was looking for...so all he could do was listen to his surroundings as he drifted around and keep his focus. Honestly, there was a small part of him hoping that the upperclassman involved would be willing to talk to him during this exhibition. Beaumont knew, without a doubt, he most likely wasn't going to win against someone experienced and stronger than himself....but...he felt lost and needed to get back on track. 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Post by Kirk Bluster on Jun 24, 2020 5:01:44 GMT -4
"HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY YOU!"
 From the broken announcers booth and through all of the speakers, the loud voice of Kirk boomed! "You are my foe I believe!? The bravest of dudes to come and oppose me!?" He was trying to put on his most villainous act! Most gloriously evil sounding bombastic voice he could imagine from a comic book bad guy. In the helmet he was adorning, was a microphone installed by Yumi, so this was all possible. Kirk had never exactly been one for technology, so having something like this was pretty much a must! "Cause lemme tell ya, ain't nothing yer gonna leave with from this place aside from bruises and a couple of broken sticks you call bones! The british school can assert to me being good at handling knights like you!" He snapped his fingers, and the lights came on, with a slightly distorted fanfare. "...Man, that's a downer." However, he proceeded to flex his bicep and pointed towards the heroic knight looking dude. "My name's Kirk Bluster! And I hope we will be having FUN tonight!"
With the sports festival come and gone, Kirk had for a while felt like he needed a little bit more of it! Bloodpumping action, that really got the muscles growing! That, and since this time his fighting tourney experience had been a little bit shorter (to his regrets), he had pretty much felt like he deserved one more fight! So, when Yumi came to him and suggested that they would have a bit of a combat class with all the newer students, with them as the jerks, well, Kirk was ecstatic! Teaching newbies how to do things had always been fun on the sports side of things, so why not combat too?! Of course, his combat style was a bit weird, he could atleast take his target through the basics.
In that regard, the guy he was supposed to be fighting, this Beaumont lad, looked extra competent already! So, giving him his first big challenge felt appropriate. Like he had said, he had handled a knight once already. A knight by the name of Arthur from the british hero school. The one who had already given trouble to Tetsuko in the first year. That guy was full on melee based, so the assumption was, that he would be too. And that already provided Kirk with his first lesson!
"Like I said, I respect your bravery... or is that cockiness I smell!?" He hopped off of the booth, and into the audience. "Cause we melee dudes, can make only one big mistake and we might be out! AND YOU JUST MADE IT!" He proceeded to grab one of the long benches and HURLED it into the arena, Like a giant log rolling towards Beau! "YOU'RE OUT IN THE OPEN, AND PRIME FOR GETTING HIT!" But that was just the first strike! He proceeded to run forward, grabbing some chairs, and also throwing them towards him, like some sort of artillery as they scattered in the area between the two of them!
Kirk wasn't kidding. For more melee based foes, ranged attacks could be pretty deadly. He himself was pretty alright with it, since he had all the balls to throw, but others could have trouble with it. "How's he gonna handle that, I wonder?!" He had to be careful with his words to not be too scathing. He didn't wanna come off as a big ol jerk after all. Besides, this was the first round of attacks! Him giving up would be the WORST thing to happen! Othervise he couldn't use all the tools in his pouch!
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Post by Beaumont Favager on Jun 27, 2020 3:07:24 GMT -4
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The booming voice felt like it smacked him right upside the head through the blond's eardrums as he straight up cracked his composure with his features going totally deadpan. Twitchuuuu twitch twiiiiitch, of his eye, eyebrow and the corner of his mouth as he was thrown for a loop for this over the top performance. Turning to face the source of the larger than life vocals, he squinted toward the booth and his eyes followed along his movements. What in taaaaaarrrrrrrrnation was going on right now?! This felt like one of those crazy animes that Fion boy would ramble on about and...he was definitely living it in that extra department with this over the top bad guy!
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Letting out an exasperated wheeze, he thought he was cocky?! Oh nooooo is that how everyone saw him?! Is that why there were so few people in such a large school that would give him the time of day...? With a large frown tugging at his lips, he almost looked like a kicked puppy over such a statement! "D-do...do I really seem cocky o-or is that part of your character's view, KiiiiiIIRIRRRRREEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAK!"
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Caught off guard by the hands on lesson of what he was trying to teach the newbie hero in training, who now had stuff being thrown at him from all over the freaking place! WITH THE MIGHTY ANXIETY RIDDEN SCREECH OF A PTERODACTYL, THE BOY SPRUNG UP INTO A JUMP! Aaaand his legs weren't moving as well as he'd hoped in this jump which caused him to make a note to try and fix that up for the future to reposition the armor pieces on his legs later. That's right, his foot got caught for not making the clearance.
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As graceful as a falling gazelle, he flipped off the metallic crown of thorns off his head, moments before he found himself flopping on his back, taking a sharp gasp of air from the impact. But he made sure to roll on his side a couple of times and watched a chair crash land next to his face, riiiiiiight where his head was not too long ago! If anything got a yikes for ever, this moment had plenty of it! Somehow, he was able to keep his grip on the baton of a sword through all of this, but his hand stung ever so slightly. Scrambling to get up, he used his foot to kick up the diabolical chair that had it out for him, pivoting on his heel, he used his free hand to catch and throw it right back at his opponent as a hopeful distraction. Following this up by charging at him in a zig zag pattern with the occasional duck to avoid objects, busting into a cold sweat from panic!
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Geeze, he was very fortunate to be on the more durable side, otherwise this would be horrible! Damn, if he could jump up normally, he could have aimed to execute a maneuver from above...but unfortunately that wasn't happening. So when he got close, the wannabe knight dropped down into a baseball style slide. All in an effort to swing toward the side of Kirk's knee near the back with the handy dandy SWORDTON...you know, sword baton, okay that was a dumb name for it. Even though he wasn't sure about whether or not he landed the blow, he squeaked out in a distressed chirp, "S-sorry!"
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Beaumont's goal was to knock him down, but oh dear he did feel a bit guilty about possibly harming a classmate!
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Post by Kirk Bluster on Jun 30, 2020 5:09:39 GMT -4
With the distance between the duo, Kirk couldn't really make out how the boy was reacting to his statement. He was just looking towards him, and lifted a hand onto his ear. "WHAT!? I CAN'T HEAR YOUUUUUUUU!" However, then he heard his quite a fancy scream, as he proceed to pump his fist in the air. "Hell yeah, now THAT'S a warcry if I've heard one! Come at me!" The boy proceeded to jump, quite gloriously in fact, as Kirk watched in awe the mighty lad landing. However, what followed was a chair from Kirks perspective landing DIRECTLY on his head! "OOOOOOOOOOOH, shit... That didn't actually hit, did it!?" Honestly, going for a headblow like that would probably be a bit more than Yumi expected him to do in this villainous form! That wouldn't have been bro like at all!
However, what came next actually surprised him: The boy launched one of his projectiles back at him, stopping him from throwing more objects at him! However, just like he, Kirk was immensely stacked on the defense side of things. As the chair flew towards him, Kirk just reached out towards his pouch, and slammed it to the side with his baseball bat. "Clever, VERY clever!" A sigh of relief. The boy was in prime condition still, and charging towards him, dodging the chairs he had already thrown! However, as the boy reached him, the attack he tried was a little mistake. And Kirk himself was very proud to bring up why!
"Oh my! Now that's a tactic that's familiar!" It was a classic baseball slide into a knee bending smack! An attack that he himself had used quite often! However... in training it, he had realized quite a fancy thing. As his baton swung towards his knees (surprisngly hard, he could actually feel a small part bruising), Kirk didn't bend forward. Instead, he let the weight and power behind the attack push his legs forward, as his upper body fell backwards! Now this quite big lad was seemingly falling downwards in Beaus direction! "But like all familiar techniques, you should always be ready to COUNTER EM!" With that, before he could even properly land, he would slap his pouch against the ground, and launch himself into the air with countless flips!
"And don't you apologize, my dude!" He gripped a pair of soft tennis balls, and threw them towards Beau, as they would clap together in his position if he didn't dodge! And soon, he would land, as he clapped the microphone in his helmet again! "Because there is nothing bad about beating up a bro or a villain, as long as there is three certain good reasons for it...!" He snapped his fingers, and on the big somewhat broken screen, came a big text, that Kirk was happy to read outloud!
"BODY IMPROVEMENT, MUSCLE TRAINING, OR JUST GOOD CLEAN FUN!" ...The word fun was seemingly hidden behind a crack, as Kirk groaned once again. "...Why are villain aesthetics always so dang apocalyptic anyway?" Kirk himself, proceeded to flap his hands towards the boy tauntingly, inviting him closer. "Now come on, BRO! Gimme your best quirky shot!"
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Post by Beaumont Favager on Jul 3, 2020 2:26:08 GMT -4
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Okay, so he had a rough start, the DESTRACTI-CHAIR was handled quickly too...but Kirk's commentary seemed to confirm he wasn't actually doing that bad? Part of him felt so relieved to be doing something right. The knight in shining armor was trying his best not to get head strong, but remain confident in his tactics that seemed to have a higher rate of success against someone who was an experienced melee fighter. It shouldn't have surprised him as much as it did to hear that of all the things he did...the baseball slide was familiar. Beaumont over here looked totally mortified which matched the sound of his SWORDTON cracking slightly from the impact made against Kirk's knee, like a child being told they have to eat their veggies before they can have dessert!
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Letting out a shrilled wheeze of sheer panic, he gulped at the air, almost sure that he was going to have to ditch his SWWWWWWWORDTON to avoid getting flung off somewhere! But no, it was arguably worse since he had a few ways to escape if he did grab it...but he did not so that's where he was thrown for a loop! Part of his body jerked when his opponent was falling, a little visual conflict of his brain having a little tiff! Help your fellow classman!!! and THIS IS YOUR OPPONENT, SPAR, IT'S A SPAR AAAAAAAAAAAAAA MOVE IT! MOVE MOVE MOVE, BOY!!!! Holding up his arms, holding his breath and puffing his cheeks, he flopped backwards and rolled away in a curl like an anxiety ridden tumbleweed to avoid possibly being pinned down!
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Finishing in a crouch, he watched Kirk's fascinating flip session like it was flap jack Friday and the kitchen and to go ham in flippn' pancakes! Wow, he should have had a bigger meal before heading here...but at least he had a meal, phew! Couldn't even keep track or pin point a pattern, this guy was definitely going to be a great hero one day and he couldn't help but feel honored to train with him! When he told him not to apologize, he was a little surprised...was it a bad habit to say sorry during a spar? Beaumont honestly didn't want to hurt him to the point of sending him to Nakahara-sensei...but as long as he wasn't drawing blood or breaking bones, at least their check up wouldn't be too terrible, right?
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Yeeeaaah...he was.
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Of course they expected all that stuff in a training ground for heroes, that's why the school was designed with that in mind! The thing is, he really was against using sharp objects against any of his fellow heroes in training just to be on the safe side. Taking note of the tennis balls, he watched the bounce and this was a pattern he could pick up on while getting lectured. Holding the SWWWWWWORDTON, one hand on the rod and the other gripping the hilt, he pushed himself up a bit to use it as a way of bouncing it back like a counter at tennis or a batter just letting their bat get thwapped by the ball, though it caused the crack to get bigger on his SWWWORDTON! That way he could offer another round of distraction while getting his dusty self up back to his feet with a huff.
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A shifty glance, there was a screen that lit up, but he didn't stare at it since he wanted to keep his focus on Kirk...who...oh cool he was reading it. "I'M SO SORRY, BUT GOOD CLEAN WHAT? YOUR MICROPHONE DID THAT WEIRD SCREECHY THING, KIRK-SAN...! ONE MORE TIME, PLEASE? I MEAN THE UH...APOCALYPTIC LOOK INSTILLS A LINGERING FEAR OF DOOM, I GUESS? UM...I...UH...THINK IT'S A PSYCHOLOGICAL THING...MAYBE...?" Holding on hand up near his mouth as he rest his SWWWWWORDTON holding hand slightly up in a manner that would allow him to defend if necessary. Yelling that out as politely as possible, the blond over here looked super confused and wasn't sure if it was a super important detail or not!
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Oh dear sweet baby Jesus no...Kirk didn't just ask for a quirk based attack...oh GOD, no. HE DID. A large frown crossed his lips and furrowed his brows... "B-BUT, KIRK-SAN! MY QUIRK IS DISGUSTING, I ACTUALLY HATE USING IT...BUT I UH...I GUESS...? I'M REALLY SORRY IN ADVANCE, KIRK!" The kid wasn't joking, he absolutely hated his quirk and saw it as disgusting and borderline useless without prep time...poor Kiersa having to see it! He wished he could offer some brain bleach for that memory...golly gee willickers !
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At least he was wearing a helmet...so that would mean his eyes would be alright. Taking in a deep breath, he had the plan mapped out in his head and he was going to follow through with it! Start to finish, here goes nothing...! With a heavy sigh, he crouched down and burst into a sprint, looking like he was going to attack Kirk head on! BUT PSYYYYYYYYYYCH! Instead he lunged forward, landing on his palm and launching himself up in a flip! Once he was above Kirk, Beaumont looked down at him, slapping himself firmly on the stomach and regurgitated a ball of malleable metal coated in bile which would smoosh in a squishy thud making it stick if it landed!
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Landing on his feet in a slight stagger, he wobbled backward...then slightly to the side...oh yeah...he looked a lil pale and pretty sickly after that. Holding up the SWWWWWORDTON in an effort to prepare for an attack...oh geeze this was arguably worst part, the recovery time window...this was gonna be rough...
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Post by Kirk Bluster on Jul 5, 2020 11:54:57 GMT -4
The boy was surprisingly quick, gaining quite some distance right after his attack was just taken head on. The boy new something, that was clear atleast! If your attack fails, sometimes backing off was a decent enough strategy! Overall, the more he looked at him and weighed at his poses and what not, he couldn't help but get this feeling, that his maneuvers were similar. From baseball bat swing from a slide, to now almost tennis like readiness pose. Or maybe it was just his weapon of choice, that had changed his way of thinking. He could respect that! "Just don't concentrate on the projectile too much, and you'll do fine dude!" A bit of a tip! If you could make hitting projectiles away more of a natural movement, the more time you had to put against the enemy!
...However his encouraging speech had not exactly been a home run. The boy was yelling at him like he was deaf first of all! Guess he was nervous. And in Kirks case, he was conflicted whether that was a good or a bad thing! "FUN, DUDE!" He gave a reassuring shout back at him. Although, it might have come off almost like a command! "I know dude! That's kind of the point! I am the jerk here, you know!" He pointed at himself, as he raised the volume of the mic! "VILLAINS ARE SUPPOSED TO BE THREATENING, HEHE!" He guessed Yumi had been trying to go for some 'Mad Michael' Look for him. And guess it worked, with all that dirty sportsman sweating going on!
And the more the boy talked, the more Kirk could relate! An awful quirk, that the user disliked? Having been in the same position, Kirk was again ready to offer some encouragement! "No quirk is useless, as long as you use it consistently! My pouch had to be trained, before I could bounce around with it!" He outright lifted his finger, and pointed at him directly. "Besides, I AM A VILLAIN! I am MADE to be disgusting!" He was pretty much taunting him to come and get his groove on. However, as a final one, he gripped his bat, And gave it an intimidating swing. "Now come at me, or I will club you myself!"
Seemingly this worked, since the boy immediately lunged forward, Kirk running forward to meet it with his bat! But as he swung, the boy instead jumped in the air! "HUH!?" Instinctively, Kirk turned his head towards his enemy, Only to be met by a gargle, and a hurl of whatever it was against his face! "WHAT THE-!?" Whatever it was, it was hot, disgusting, and sticky! Kirk proceeded to immediately smack his free hand against it! Ah, so it was one of that kind of abilities! Emitter stuff! Not exactly damaging seemingly! Oh, wait a second... it was starting to seep in through the slot for the microphone... Well, now he was starting to feel a bit heated!
However, with the guy so spooked about using it, Kirk got a gut feeling, aka an idea! "What is this goop!? What did you do to me?!" The guy started acting like the goop was hurting way more than it actually was. Just like a villain, whose weakness had been found! "Come on, show yourself! WheRE thsshck ArE yOU!?" That and the microphone was starting to be effected as well. Kirk proceeded to charge in Beaus direction, swinging his bat blindly! "COM... N U SCAAAARDY CUT! FEIZ MI LIEK ABRUH YOU R!" Hopefully he wasn't going overboard with the act... Oh well, it was Kirk! Of course he was overdoing it a little! But, if the boy wanted to attack, now was probably his best chance to do so, if he was careful! The guy was swinging his bat so randomly, it made it hard to predict where a blow would come from, and he was rushing towards him!
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Post by Beaumont Favager on Jul 9, 2020 1:59:43 GMT -4
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That actually made a lot of sense to him...it could be his folly one day if he didn't pay attention to the person behind the projectiles, after all! Plus, he, himself, was trying the projectile distraction method, that meant someone with a great deal of experience may use the same or similar approaches as well. Grateful for the efforts to give him invaluable advice, he couldn't have asked for a better upperclassman to aid him in his effort to improve and get better! So with training, he'd need to make sure part of it would include adjusting his style to make his movements more fluid and flow together.
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As he was now, those words got him realizing that he was stopping too much which left some openings. Mobile defense, that's what he needed to adapt to further. "O-OH...!" Fun made sense! But oh boy he honestly felt anxious and rattled even though Kirk was probably one of the nicest people he's met! A nervous chuckle wiggled its way out of him it was just...actually kind of funny yet somehow a little terrifying? Getting it back together, he had a little more confidence from that! Despite being the spooky villain figure, Kirk was still encouraging him to use his quirk, complete with taunts all in good fun!
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He had to try, at least for Kirk's sake in having so much as a shred of faith in him...and that's when the plan rolled into motion and he used his quirky attack!
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The landing was a bit troublesome...he felt woozy and just...goodness freaking gracious it was like someone threw him on roller coasters non-stop! Like he had some snacks and didn't digest before hand...slapping his hand over his mouth while furrowing his brows, staggering left to right a bit. It was a struggle to keep his eyes on Kirk since it looked like someone was running some sort of motion blur over his vision. Oh noooo Kirk sounded distressed, did he hurt him by accident?! Lowering his hand, he cried out to him in concern "K-KIRK-SAN...ARE YOU OKAY?! D-DO YOU NEED H-HEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" and concern became pterodactyl screeches, the sequel!
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Oh yup he was okay! With the way he was charging aimlessly, he was juuuuuust fine! His feet felt like they were weighed down, like that was the center of his gravity. The boy's body was screaming at him to move, run, something! The feeling of vertigo, however, made him feel like no way in hell did he want to move! Goodness gracious, he felt like a plate of overcooked noodles...he didn't have much time to react so he just pulled a Hail Mary and swung his SWORDTOOOOOOON at the Kirk blur before him. If it made contact, the SWORDTOOOOOOON would break and he'd fumble into a fall, that's for sure!
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Maybe his lack of training his quirk is why he felt so damn sick after using it...but there was some solace in the moment. At least he was facing up against someone who could relate to feeling like their quirk was a bit on the useless for combat. Training...maybe that's all he needed was more training to get used to it more and thus, find more immediate use!
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Post by Kirk Bluster on Jul 11, 2020 7:32:20 GMT -4
Admittedly, as kirk should have expected, The boy immediately got concerned for his health when he started shouting theatrics! Oh, the problems of being naturally loud, and needing to sound not that badly hurt! However, the boy screamed once again, when he charged at him in that 'blindish' state. "LESSON 3! Cornered rats are the most DANGEROUS rats!" Either that or weak rats. Underestimating someone who was seemingly handled already was always dangerous! Just like how in the football field, you might just miss that one person charging forward from the side, who would be the one scoring the goal! You had to always be awake for surprises!
...Ironically, he had assumed the boy would try to dodge him. But instead in that outrageous panic of his, he proceeded to swing his stick, right onto his slimed helmet face! With a loud *BONK!* the helmet bent out of shape, as it fell off of him with the shards of the former weapon of the boy! Kirks head smarted quite a lot, but what awaited under the helmet, was one hell of a facepaint! It was a bull, with his hair colored red, and a golden ring drawn across his lips! "Oh, Now you've done it!" His posture lowered, as he punched the ground, like and ox preparing to charge. "You've released...!" He pounded the ground like a gorilla before flexing his arms like the horns of an ox over his head! "THE BEAST OF BOTH DAKOTAS!"
...Being friends with a cosplayer pretty much filled your toolbox with all sorts of funky things. "And with your weapon out of the picture, and your quirk in weak state, you don't stand a chance!" He huffed hot air out through his nose, scratching his foot against the ground, as he ripped two baseballs off of his chest strap! He acted like the boy had triggered some sort of extra form of his. With his quirk shown, it was time for Kirk to give the boy some help to come up with how to use it! Okay, think Kirk, think! How did emission quirks like that work again? What could he do, that would allow him to win this!? or atleast hurt him way more?
"It's not like you can just put your goo on something and swing it at me repeatedly! You have to keep on puking your guts out to get the stuff on me!" Another taunt, with a hidden hint to improving how he could use it! ...Well, assuming his assumption was right. Emitters were usually immune to their own stuff doing things, so it made sense for him to taunt him like that. Maybe give him a bit of an inkling of something else to do, with their weapon out of the picture... although his helmet was still gooped and on the ground. "Now come at me Boy! Time to show me how you can improvise against a TRAMPLER!"
He proceeded to charge forward, his arms swinging from side to side, and if he reached the boy, he would start swinging the balls towards him, like in a punching combo of a baseball player trying to burn a runner running to homebase! One punch towards the shoulder, one push towards the face (easy enough to dodge of course), and then third, a nasty uppercut to his chest, where he would let go of the ball, and let it carry the boy further away! Of course, if the boy was able to somehow dodge the third attack, Kirk would be left open for a moment for something! But Kirk wanted to see if the boy would take advantage of the break in action. "You wanna keep going against the BULLBOI BLUSTING UP THE STORM!?"
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Post by Beaumont Favager on Jul 16, 2020 8:26:06 GMT -4
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This guy wasn't joking, cornered rats really were absolutely terrifying! Getting stuck in the riots absolutely proved that without a doubt! Beads of sweat rolled down his cheek as his body felt a bit like warm steel, trying to cool down...maybe that's why he wasn't doing so hot...er..too hot at the moment. Much to his surprise, the surprised bonk attack worked! In exchange, the impact from the SWORDTOOON upon his opponent's helmet not only caused his weapon to break! The bad times kept rolling, the princely knight stumbled backwards, falling right on his pretty little butt after skidding backwards and let out a heavy huff of a sigh followed by a bit of steamy smoke.
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A look of absolute horror washed over his features as he looked up toward the ALMIGHTY DAKOTA BEAST OF DOOM, he furrowed his brows as his brain was scrambling about for some sort of strategy...anything! Part of him wanted to chuckle at the wild lengths he went to paint his face and...well he wasn't sure about what his natural hair color was, but it worked! A nervous smile wiggled across his lips as he was called out for the weapon being broken and presently stuck in a weak state...an idea came to him. It may not be the best, but...well...he was going to try it out anyway! "H-heh...you aren't wrong..."
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Crossing his arms one over the other to grasp onto the plates resting upon his shoulders, simultaneously pulling them off and hocking a wad of spit into each, sloshing it around and licking the edges. "...told you my quirk was disgusting..." Muttering out those words, he couldn't help but scoff at himself. Quickly placing it upon the soles of his feet, it seemed like that little moment was enough to kinda get it together enough to move again. But he paced his breathing as he pushed himself back up on his feet since he saw the window to make such an effort with a hefty ol sigh, resting his palms upon his thighs. There was an idea bubbling about in his head as inspired by Kirk's little taunt...but the Internal Forgery needed another moment or two, so he'd buy himself some time.
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Sliding his feet a bit as though he was getting ready to skate...backward...forward...yup...this would do it...!
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Brightening his smile up a notch, he tried his best to be confident in Operation: BUY MORE TIME AAAAAAAAA! Adjusting his posture a bit...quickly glancing around to map out his route with a shaken exhale since he'd have to move backwards for this. Okay...he could do this...or at least try! It...almost seemed like Kirk was trying to root for him in a way so heck, he couldn't throw in the towel! Thus he began skating backwards by sliding upon his armored feet, eyeing his movements as he brought them in a circular motion of what felt like the least graceful figure skating pair!
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Going in a half circle motion, he tried to keep calm as he did his best to stay out of reach while he swung away with all those hardcore moves which WOAH NELLY, thankfully his slip n' slide make shift armor plate skates were helping with that! Tilting and angling himself, he damn near got smacked at least a couple of times. Pheeeew, this was super wild for sure! Moving his hands to the sides, he spun around in a little twirl hop as though he may have been working to become a figure skater or ballerina. Landing on one foot with the other lifted behind him, he was right in front of the helmet and he swung his foot in an effort to punt it at the CRAZED BULL BOI KIRK!
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The unfortunate thing about this is he was completely open so it was a race. Either Kirk was going to land his final blow or he'd be getting reunited with his helmet as though it was some sort of puntable ball in love with his chest! Or would this moment be a draw? WHO KNEW, BEAUMONT SURE DOESN'T HAVE A CLUE!
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Post by Kirk Bluster on Jul 19, 2020 16:23:14 GMT -4
It seemed like Kirks taunts had atleast sparked something in the boy, as he started doing something that he wasn't too sure about! He seemingly removed his shoulder plates, covered them in his saliva, and proceeded to slam them against his feet! And looking at his movements... Skates?! "Clever! Very clever! But it ain't gonna help, if I get to the POUND TOWN!" With that, he swiftly closed the distance between them, and thrusted his arm forward like a punching glove!
...Only for it to whiff, as the boy slipped to the side! "Huh!?" He acted confused, but as he had said, he knew sports. And this was one of the more recent additions to his own repertoir: Skating. Of course, he himself was specialized in hockey style, which was pretty much american football when it came to sports on ice, but this, this was more like something akin to graceful performative skating! He twirled, and slid, positioned himself so that even the second swing flew through the air without hitting... And even his uppercut that he was so proud of ended up just lifting him momentarily to the air, with his ball flying through the skies, as the boy just kept sliding!
"Bah, How cute! You dance like some sort of a butterfly, instead of a man! Kind of fitting for a quirk such as yours!" Another taunt that was more a praise than an insult. "But, the weakness of a butterfly is, that when they get dunked on, THEY GO SPLAT!" With that, he gave off one more charge towards him... Only for him to be genuinely surprised by the next maneuver. Like a football kick, the boy had wound up one of his skating legs backwards, and swung it, Kicking the helmet Kirk had perceived as used up off the ground and towards his chest! But with the position Kirk was charging in, the gooey helmet ended flying straight at the position it used to be at: straight into his face with a satisfying splat! And with that, Kirk tumbled forward, perhaps rolling over the boy if he wasn't careful, but ended up on his back!
"AUUUUGH! NOOO! YOU CANNOT DO THIS! THE GLORIOUS SUPER SLUGGER HAS... FALLEN!" This mighty cry was accompanied by overt flexing of his arms, as they slapped the ground, momentarily leaving the surroundings quiet... Only for him to pull his legs back, push himself back up using his backpouch, and landing on his feet, as he ripped the sticky mask off of his face, as what was revealed was a humongous smile. "Not really though, hehehe!" He laughed loudly, as he threw the helmet on the ground. Plenty of the slime was on his face, but the boy hadn't yet really taken it in. "Really good bout I must say, Gotta respect a lad who keeps going even when the enemy keeps on trucking themselves!" He offered a hand to shake it, and perhaps lift him up if he had fallen over. "One of those big rules in both sports and heroism, Never give up, until the match is over and done with! Just keep going!" He lifted his finger almost like a teacher.
"That and for your quirk..." This time his eyes sank into his. He really meant these next words. "Just keep using it. You will keep finding new ways to use it, and eventually, it will literally become a part of you that you can be proud of!" He opened his pouch wide, flexing it. "Believe me, I know it for a fact!"
However, his hand soon went over his eyebrows, as he tried to clean his face. "Besides, this sort of goop is actually pretty bad for folks like me, who fight physically! Really annoying when it sticks! I bet the burn will get way worse overtime too!" Actually, he was starting to feel quite hot. He proceeded to wipe his eyes a little, only to look at his hand. "Okay, you know what, this burn is actually PRETTY DANG annoying!" However, he also felt like his eyes were on fire! And Beau could notice, that he had accidentally with a bit dirty hand rubbed it into his eye.
"You know what, do you have any uh... WATER!?" OH GOD IT ACTUALLY BURNS! "OKAY! OKAY! THIS IS A SPORTSFIELD! THERE HAS TO BE A VALVE SOMEWHERE! WATER! MUST CLEAN FACE!" And with that, the villain of this section was clearly defeated.
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Post by Beaumont Favager on Jul 29, 2020 3:19:18 GMT -4
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An abundance of internal screaming happened as he was so freaking close to getting hella smacked! That's right, he was absolutely freaking the hell out on the inside and it's like if his mind was an office, everyone would be throwing papers and supplies in the air while screaming their damn heads off! Yes, he was very much concerned about how much it would hurt when the beefy boy before him would deck his halls. This whole thing was straight up doing him a frighten right now!
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Aw, but the princely blonde couldn't help but beam a small smile upon being called a butterfly...he liked butterflies! They were so fluttery and pretty and adorable...and he definitely didn't think of himself in that light, especially not tied to his quirk. That was really nice and thoughtful of his opponent to say such a compliment in the midst of a fight. Though he felt the panic and fear rattle him to the core as the athletic guru reminded him that pretty butterflies go splat...this better work! Somewhere out there, someone was saying their Hail Mary's as he pulled this wild stunt of a kick hoping it would work in his favor.
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IT LANDED ON HIS FACE! OH NO NO NO THAT WAS BAD! Frantically flailing, his balance was a bit wibbly wobbly as is and the princely Forged Knight got toppled over from the fumble and he let out a yelp! Rolling on his side, he let out a wheeze and was half expecting a surprise attack, but...looking back toward his smiling opponent, the...match was done? He didn't lose? This right here was a super confused blonde staring up toward the rad dude who held his hand out.
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Rapidly blinking in confusion, he reached up and grasped onto his hand and figured...maybe he had an immunity to that weird metallic gunk his stomach produced. Yeeeeaaaah that had to be it! Grasping onto his hand with a slight smile, he slowly got to his feet and nodded. "Th-thank you...!" At least he did okay...he was on the right track and there was a lot to learn...and it seemed like Kirk wanted him to stop feeling so ashamed of his quirk. That might take time...and he hated making empty promises...so he did the next best thing, "I..I'll try, I'll try to become a little more proud of it..."
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Furrowing his brows a bit, he scratched the back of his head then...oh boy, the concern was gradually coming back as he kept speaking and then it hit him...Kirk wasn't immune after all! Ooooooooh nooooooooooooooo! "K-KIRK-SAN, W-W-WAIT! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! I CAN HELP!" Skating after him, he flailed his arms in the air, cause the boy really really cares! "MY SPIT CAN REMOVE IT, I THINK!"
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And so, the exhibition match came to an end! Perhaps a friendship blossomed among the chaos of shenanigans, all we know for sure is that the dynamic duo went on a majestic adventure of getting that nasty goop off of Kirk's face!
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Post by Webby on Aug 10, 2020 3:28:55 GMT -4
Yumi gained 2 EXP for a total of 3102
Monty gained 37 EXP for a total of 174
Kirk gained 30 EXP for a total of 1052
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