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Post by Tsuji Kuma on Jul 5, 2020 11:21:15 GMT -4
It was a fair wait, but after sitting for a couple of weeks, hooked up to machines, and having some procedures done on him to make sure he was fit as a fiddle, Tsuji was out of the hospital and back in school. It felt weird having a stump on your left side, and it still hurt with some phantom pain here and there, but for all intents and purposes, he was fine again. He settled back into his dorm room fairly quickly, and made sure to hi to his parents before coming back, but what he was most interested in was what was going down in the support classes and robotics club. See, he had mentioned when he could that he was out of commission for a while due to the prison break, and as such, it was agreed upon by Yojin and some other students such as Jin they'd try and build him a new prosthetic metal arm. It was very kind of them, and wouldn't go unnoticed. He couldn't exactly write papers and do homework with just one arm, could he now? Besides, if there was anyone he trusted to give him a new arm, it was a group of people that included a guy who made a giant mech for the Exhibition Festival in Britain.
As Tsuji walked back into the school, he kept having to check the maps and his memory for where the support classrooms were, since the robotics club room was close by there – he didn't have too much reason to go there, since he was on the hero course, but he'd walked by a few times and overheard things. As he walked down corridors, he saw some familiar faces, and some not so familiar, possibly new students, a few of them drawn to the flap of his jacket where an arm should be. It was an odd look, one that he still couldn't fully grasp, but sooner rather than later, it wouldn't be there for much longer. Keeping his stride, he eventually reached what was supposed to be the room for everything he needed was based. He knocked on the door, and opened it up, mentioning his intention: “Uh hello, is this the right place to find Yojin?”
Looking around the room, it was way different to the normal sort of club rooms – there was equipment everywhere, the room was larger, and it seemed to be a little more beat up than the regular rooms, too.
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Post by Hino Yojin on Jul 13, 2020 22:41:07 GMT -4
自由自在 offering the bear necessities.
Yojin couldn’t get past the shock of seeing Tsuji missing an arm. Studying at UA felt like a game. A big, abstract experiment--building insane inventions, sparring with classmates, and normal school studies to cap it off; style and flash, but more like theatre than something lethal.
And then, reality would come in like a truck across an elementary school crosswalk, reminding them all that yes, people got hurt. People died.
The training camp in first year. And this year, the Fuchu riots. UA was like running around an amusement park combined with a normal high school, except, every so often, a linebacker would come up and kick you in the balls.
Life was calm until it suddenly wasn’t.
Yojin couldn’t help but stare when Tsuji walked through the door of the machine shop. It didn’t look real. It had been enough of an adjustment getting used to seeing a giant, brown-furred body dressed in a UA uniform shambling around campus, and not panicking and calling animal control. Now, he had to get used to seeing that body suddenly end at a place that people weren’t supposed to.
Even bear-people.
Yojin sitting at a battered, sticker-covered laptop, which was plugged into a giant 3D printer that filled the backside of the room, an expensive, high-tech device which sported an “ASTA” logo in giant gold letters. The room was filled with the smell of melted plastic, while the arm of the 3D printer frantical scribbled something that looked like a gear into existence. He quickly rose, palming something from the desk his laptop rested on, which was strewn with paper notebooks, empty soft-drink cans, and post-it notes.
“Hey. Welcome to my domain.” Yojin said flashing the bear a smile. He tried not to look sympathetic. He’d been expecting Tsuji, which gave him time to focus on not making an ass of himself.
And to plot a really bad joke.
Yojin held out a perfectly innocent handshake to his fellow student, careful to use the correct hand, and not offer it to the “missing piece.”
“Good to see you up and about. Thought about what you want yet?”
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Post by Tsuji Kuma on Jul 14, 2020 14:47:37 GMT -4
Sure enough, Tsuji's map-reading and intuition wasn't shot by the whole experience of hospital. Yojin was sat in the room, along with a lot of wasted paper, cans, and a thick smell of plastic looming around the room. Did he really walk into a club room, or was it a room lifted right out of a factory? Nevertheless, it was the right place. What attracted the bear's attention most was the 3D printer, an anachronism in this very unprofessional looking area – carrying the big lettering of ASTA Corporation, of which Tsuji was well aware, being partly in partnership with. The arm was building something, unsure whether or not is was a part of his arm, or some kind of piece for the robotics club to use for a larger project.
From the desk, Yojin turned around, greeting him back to UA. It was nice to talk to somebody face to face after a while of sitting in a pretty blank room for a long time. The main provider for the arm (alongside a few others such as Jin from the first year, and Red, from his and Yojin's own year), Yojin was beaming, giving a strong smile to Tsuji, something the bear very much appreciated. Having a lot of people care for you was very nice, but if they were to stumble over themselves, and possibly risk factors of themselves for your sake, it wasn't the best feeling in the world. Coupled with his own philosophy about the experience, he was glad to have someone not be rushing over to see how he was feeling every few minutes.
“Yeah, I can see this being a location for someone like yourself, Yojin. Is this where the roombas come from too?” he said, joking a little bit. He'd seen a few of those here and there, wandering the halls of the dorms, causing strife at every opportune moment. The robotic uprising of cleaners with weapons attached on them via tape aside, he continued on with the conversation, taking his remaining hand out for a shake with the electronics wizard. “Feels good to be up, too. And I have been thinking, but mainly more about-” he spoke, clasping onto Yojin's hand. As he did so however, Tsuji realised that the hand he had grabbed onto was in fact now missing from the boy's body. This came as quite a shock, and the bear quickly dropped it, and began to sweat quite a fair bit. “Ah! Oh no, oh no no no! Uh, d-d you want me to go see Nimue? I-I'll get her right now, I'm so sorry Yojin, please forgive me!” he yelled, suddenly very panicked. Perhaps, in his current state, he had more strength in his right arm now it was his only one, and because of that, he had done something so heinous to someone who was supposed to help him. As he finished speaking, he began to head over to the door, ready to take responsibility for his actions.
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Post by Hino Yojin on Aug 13, 2020 22:35:14 GMT -4
“Oh god, my arm!--Oh--the agony!!” Yojin called out in mock horror. waving his “severed” hand in the air like there should be blood gushing from the stump. Oh. Hook line and sinker. Tsuji’s face instantly made any guilt Yojin felt about his prank vanish. He couldn’t hold a straight face for more than a second before he collapsed in laughter, his entire body shaking as Tsuji panicked. He stumbled against a desk, howling in mirth, before he realized, distantly, that Tsuji still seemed very actually concerned he’d hurt Yojin, and that maybe he’d gone a little too far.
And, to make matters worse, the severed hand was now crawling on the floor, driven by the little motors Yojin had hidden inside, while fake blood oozed out of the base.
“Oh god. *snort* I’m sorry. I’m sorry!” Yojin stammered, pulling his real hand out of his sleeve to show it was alright. He reached out to pat Tsuji on the shoulder, stumbling because he was still laughing uproariously, tears at the corners of his eyes as he tried to apologize for the prank. “Please don’t go! It’s right here! It’s fine!”
“That was bad. I couldn’t help myself.” Yojin chuckled, wiping his face, worried that he’d actually crossed a line. “You're too good for this school."
He reached down, picking up the fake “severed” hand, and shoved it out to hand to Tsuji to take as final proof that it was all a prank.
“I was starting by trying to figure out how I’d make a prosthetic for my joints, and…”
Yojin grinned, guilt spread across his face. “I might have gotten a little out of control.”
He shrugged, biting his lip. “Consider it my fee?”
“Of course, that means I’ll need to make you the arm...so…”
Yojin stood up straight, facing Tsuji, shoulders square, arms behind his back, suddenly serious, and relatively competent looking.
“What’s your pleasure?”
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