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Post by Yumi on Aug 9, 2020 8:57:17 GMT -4
[This thread is open to all male UA students, staff, and their invited guests (or a male guest of a female student, ofc). This thread will take place before the mixed springs time, so you can attend both threads if you so wish to! Adult patrons will be able to order drinks, and you can assume any usual amenities are present. PS. Normally I would make a full post, but I have no male characters who'd be invited, so feel free to get in here and enjoy yourselves! Handle it with a turn order or like the train thread, however you like ;D] |
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Post by Perry Possum on Aug 9, 2020 9:11:46 GMT -4
IT was a strange place but a interesting place. It was hard for Perry to put into words as the whole place was like one really big really hot bathtub. But a natural bathtub if that made sense? The smell of warm sulfur was vague in the air as his small sniffer sniffed to the sky. The warm steam in the air as well dulled his senses lightly. It was a relaxing smell of hot steam and water in the air that made his body not feel hot but rather relaxed and calm even. He'd checked in his small suit and other belongings in a locker at a small dressing area of sorts. Getting ready and curious for the nice little waters that to be honest he was eager to relax and float around in. Given roughly a year ago he'd not even have been allowed passed the door of such a place. So this was truly a exciting little vacation of sorts he was eager to get into in many ways. It was a few beers down quickly into the waters as well where Perry had kept one item with him and left his small little towel thing at the dry area so to speak. He floated lightly on his back his lower hind legs kicking lightly as he floated on his back throughout the steam waters. His tail wafting from side to side as well making him wash along the top of the waters looking towards the sky as he did so. A small banjo fitted for his size in his little arms on his chest so it remained mostly dry. He would strum from time to time making little musical notes as he relaxed and floated along singing soft and olden style tunes. The music relaxed coming from the small naked fuzzy poss as he relaxed in this comfortable waters. It was perhaps a song of olden times past but Perry in his study of music and it's history given his teaching profession as well. He'd found himself quite fond of old songs and music long paste. As if he had a old soul within himself that found some familiar love to it or some calling that just helped him relax and find that center of peace we all looked for at times. Here in these waters while tipsy and steam all around the music just sorta flowed through and from him. " Show me the way to go home, I'm tired and I want to go to bed, I had a little drink about an hour ago, And it's gone right to my head."
~~Perry strumming his Banjo in a similar tune and singing as such~~
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Post by Saito Yamada on Aug 9, 2020 10:06:16 GMT -4
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The sound of water trickling into the main pool reflected off the bamboo divider behind him as Saito pressed his back against the stone wall of the bath. The grey rock was cool to the touch, contrasting the steaming warmth surrounding him. Saito let out a deep breath that tangled and played on the air, the stress of the year coiling out like a ghost. Cicadas sang far from this serene place. Lulling his head onto the modesty towel he’d placed on the rock, he watched summer-blue clouds draw across the late evening sky and the great moon of the Earth hang there. Like an apple on a string, it hung there. He felt its glow on his dark, thickened skin. His grey hair, which had grown over the year, was tied tightly in a neat ponytail by a white-pink tie. He wasn’t alone. He didn’t have to be. He wished he was, but maybe the company wouldn’t be so bad. He definitely didn’t want to talk to anyone. Saito closed his eyes. Inhaled through his nose, the steam spreading through his body, from his lungs to his finger tips. Only now did Saito realise his fists were tightly clenched.[break][break]
He remembered going to a similar onsen with his family. A long time ago now. He remembered the smiles on his parent’s faces and the way Sasaki splashed him. Her quirk hadn’t manifested at that point, so she still shared the creamy skin of their father. No tail to be seen. It was hard to remember what she looked like back then. Was his hair black at that point? He remembered his mother had to drag him from the deep end when he’d swum too far out. She scolded him, but he didn’t care. He remembered hugging his mother and his father. And Sasaki saying she was hungry. He remembered looking up at the stars and falling asleep in his mother’s arms.[break][break]
Oddly, the sound of some kind of string instrument interrupted both the cicada song and the dream encroaching onto Saito’s mind. His eyes opened again, seeing the one and only Perry Possum gently swimming around the bath; his little banjo in hand, singing some kind of song. Saito felt the sag under his eyes, the deeply tired tug of something heavy trying to drag his mouth open for a yawn. Stubbornly, he kept it closed. Perry’s singing was less intrusive than one might expect - instead it served to deliver the mellow, sleepy atmosphere of the night. Saito couldn’t help but chuckle ever so slightly. The absurdity of it all. He regarded whoever else had made it into the bath very briefly, nodding to whoever might greet him or whatever. To those who knew him, they would never have seen Saito in such a relaxed state. He was always doing something, even if it looked like nothing. Walking around the city; shopping; reading; cooking; socialising. For now though, he was content with doing nothing. It looked like he was drugged or drunk or tired, but he just refused to worry about the world and the horrible things within it. Bills and crime and racism and his own quirk, those things he could ignore just for tonight. He hummed along with Perry’s ancient melody and felt his fists unclench and his palms rest on the smooth surface of the rock wall he sat against. No whens, hows or wheretos. Just the singing of a possum and the warmth of a bath.
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Post by Tobias Murakami on Aug 10, 2020 16:32:06 GMT -4
BOYS' SPRING! TOBIAS HAD ESTABLISHED SOMETHING of a workaholic reputation for himself, in both his professional and personal life. This was such the case that many would be surprised to see the redhead approaching the men’s bath empty-handed. With only a small, white hand-towel draped over his front for modesty, Tobias made his approach to the hot springs. He’d already rinsed-off and left his belongings in the locker. No book. No anything. Just him. Was the Informant even capable of relaxing? Well, they’d certainly find-out.
Of course, when Tobias entered the men’s area, and saw that Perry had brought an entire banjo (albeit, a miniature one) along with him—he found himself suddenly wishing he’d brought a book. Ah, well. Live and learn.
He descended into the roiling water, lifting his modesty towel and folding it to keep it free of the bath. He found a spot at the edge of the pool, setting his towel on the rocks, and he took a seat, sighing contentedly.
Without his glasses, and with his thick bangs slicked back from his forehead, Tobias looked like an entirely different person. More severe, perhaps. Meaner. Although, if anyone bothered to ask, the squint was to combat the blur brought-on by nearsightedness.
Already, Toby could feel the scalding temperature of the pool melting into his body. From what he could discern, a student was already close to dozing on the opposite side of the pool—honestly, that didn’t sound like a bad idea at all. He spread his arms to either side, and slouched back, sighing and tilting his head back.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 10, 2020 17:38:04 GMT -4
Desmoshi needed this vacation. Yeah, he went to New York, but that was more of a retrieval mission than an actual vacation. He only went there to watch his father offer a deal for his aunt (aunts) and cousin to come to live with him Musutafu. That way, RJ could be a pro and Selena could pursue her interests. This was fine with Desmoshi, but Niji got delayed due to the zombie apocalypse- yeah that happened- so she didn't get there until his second week. And a week where you were stuck with family was no time spent relaxing.
So, hopefully, this trip will make up for it. As he entered the springs in his red trunks, Desmoshi could see two of the teachers and students. Perry-sensei was cool people, always thinking about the students. Desmoshi didn't know too much about Murakami-sensei except that Mizuki interned with him. She said that he was definitely tough when it came to training heroes, but she thought he was better than most pros she had encountered. Desmoshi had never met Saito before. Maybe he was a cool dude. "What's up everyone?" Desmoshi greeted as he got into the hot, steamy water. He tilted his head back and let out a relaxed sigh. Yep, just what he needed.
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Post by Basil Chambers on Aug 17, 2020 1:13:41 GMT -4
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Okay, he felt KIIIIIIIIIIIIINDA bad about just getting a girlfriend and more or less being like hey so first thing I'm gonna do is hang out with my fellow dudes, you know, where you're not allowed to go. Not using those exact words, of course! Still, in retrospect, the vibes kinda hit the same, ya know? Hopefully Honey wasn't gonna be pissed with him, but he wasn't going to blurt it on out loud that he was going to make sure that no one was being a filthy degenerate. Basil wasn't exactly used to people being receptive with his attention, so even though he felt bad about Honey's disappointment toward not spending time together right away, it was nice that she was excited about it? [break][break] Feeling wanted, who wouldn't enjoy that? [break][break] ....maaaaaaaaaybe someone with copious amounts of anxiety and an introverted nature? Kind of like the red headed guy he lugged on in, YUP...that Jace kid! Not like he could go home right away and you know what? Basil was damn proud of him for actually getting a backbone and snapping back at him. Though it could have gone better without setting off one of the sprinklers in the train. Major oof, but what can you do, right? [break][break] Of course, Basil, himself opted to go for a sarong around his waist rather than stick with the towel since those things were so damn restricting! Plus he didn't want it to be super awkward while carrying Jace on in and yes, he absolutely made sure the upperclassman was comfortable first. The blue haired teen wasn't gonna lie to himself though, this fire cat needed to relax and unwind a bit. Especially after the train trip, a hit and miss yikes! At least they had a chance to get everything together at the room and yes, Basil had two beds for his room, just in case he was gonna actually succeed in dragging more than one other person. [break][break] Carrying Jace like a damsel in distress, he let out a soft scoff of a huff as his crimson gaze looked over the area...hm. Maybe he could leave the guy with the big teacher looking dude reading a book? Wading on through the water, he dropped off the definitely not ready to graduate third year next to the dude trying to read a book. "Here, vibe with this dude for a bit, he seems cool. Yes, yes Basil was classy enough to sit Jace down on an area where he could comfortably hang out! [break][break] After that, he waved toward everyone, was about to just blurt out some introduction...but he had a moment of pause. That melody, it was familiar...kind of like some of the stuff his bio dad would listen to with him. Suuuuuper old songs to the point where they were considered ancient. When he turned his head toward the chords strumming away at his nostalgia, that's when the blue haired boy noticed that possum hero floating around, strumming away on a tiny lil' banjo. The smile across his lips was actually like some weird hybrid between smug and a person who just flipped through a photo album. [break][break] There were very few nice memories he had of his old man who dragged him into a life of vigilantism...this was one of them. Wading through the water, he decided to follow along with one of the few teachers who managed to earn his respect. Taking in a breath of the steamy air, he chimed in to sing along with none other than Perry Possum! Trying to keep up with the same energy and vibe as his own tune, "Wheeerever I may roam~" [break][break] Drifting along, he thought back on the better days when things were simple. All before his quirk developed and his dad urged him to do the right thing, "Ooo'er land, sea or foooaaam~" They were simpler times when his dad didn't feel like putting your life on the line for others to be responsible with his quirk. Hey...maybe if he didn't have a quirk, his dad woulda let him learn how to play the piano? The original version had a piano...when he was a little kid, he'd try to tap his fingers along on a table as though it was an imaginary piano. Getting wrapped up in the strong sense of nostalgia, he pattered about the water playfully to the tune. Water is soooo an instrument right now! "You~ will~ always hear me singin' this song~" With that part, he grinned a bit while leaning toward his new possum pal, almost like they were part of a little musical group. [break][break] Or a pair of friends just hanging out and having a good time with relaxing vibes among good company. [attr=class,bpunkiwofleft] [attr=class,bpunkiwofright] [attr=class,bpunkiwofextra]Seasonal Flames [attr=class,bpunkiwofcredit]by punki |
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Post by Perry Possum on Aug 20, 2020 5:39:04 GMT -4
Perry found himself swerving around the water slowly like the little fuzzy floaty he may have appeared to be through the steam. His tail causing very small waves here and there as when it swayed much like a small paddle moving him forward like a little boat. His strong tail swaying in the water allowed him to move himself in a relaxed manner throughout the entire steamy pool. The steam wafting about as he came through the mist here and there circling the waters which to him was almost like a large lake thanks to his small size. Humming and singing along and even briefly giving his little banjo playing a break to shoot small finger guns at Basil for joining along. The clearly drunk and relaxed Perry seemed to just be into the night and enjoying himself with any of his reservations and out shells all but melted away for the rest of the evening.
"Show me the way to go home!~" Playing his banjo again and wiggling lightly in the water belly up as always to keep the instrument dry as he let a small burp as well from the beer he had ingested in quite a large sum of. Not counting what he'd had to drink on the train ride over. Vacation time was time to enjoy oneself after all was it not? He'd give Toby a playful wink as he floated by pointing his banjo at him as we continued to carry the tune while he played as well. His voice had gotten a little louder as if suggestion for others to join in more so.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2020 3:38:45 GMT -4
Desmoshi laid back in the water, letting the steam and water relax his muscles. His sensei's song relaxed him further as he thought about his trip to New York.
Flashback
"So let me get this straight," said the pink-skinned afro lady sitting on the couch. You want us to go to Japan and become pros?" Jokai knew his request sounded a little off, but he had his reasons. Both him and Desmoshi, along with Niji who joined later on that week, had gone to New York. They were there to not only see the sights but complete a task that could help with the recent Fuchu Riot issues. The pink-skinned lady, RJ. Also known as New York's vigilante, Unity. Jokai was starting to think that this was running in the family. She had been protecting New York for seventeen years, using her experience as a cop and lawyer to find the criminals and bringing them to justice.
Next to the pink-skinned lady was a young woman with blonde hair, thinking about the proposal. This was her daughter Selena. Her goal was to find the Informant and work with him, excelling in her future career in law enforcement and becoming a detective. She had just graduated from the military academy with flying colors and wanted to follow in her mother's footsteps. The two were sitting in the apartment when Jokai came with his proposal to come with him and move to Japan to live with him in his giant house. Desmoshi was sitting on the opposite side with Niji listening intently to the conversation.
"Yes," Jokai answered simply. "Situations had gotten a little intense in Japan. The pros there could use the extra help. Not only that, but my work as a vigilante also wouldn't make the same impact. You are a better candidate for the job." RJ looked her brother/brother-in-law, trying to understand why her- or them. "There are better options than us. And not only that, I don't think they would-" She stopped for a second, looking at her daughter at first and then back at Jokai. "Maybe you should hear from both of us," she said.
In a bright flash of light, RJ's form split in half into two separate people. One woman was dark-skinned with an afro and the other was of Japanese descent with long black hair. The one with the long black hair spoke first. "Brother," the woman said to Jokai. "It might seem like a good idea, but I don't think we would be able to pull off what you are asking." "I know I am asking a lot, Rin," Jokai said quietly. "But people need you and Jeanne's help," he added pointing to the afro lady. Jeanne took Rin's hand looking her in the eyes. She knew what pain her wife felt before and the reasons for her reservations. "Rin, think about how those people must feel. We lost someone important to us. We shouldn't let that happen to anyone else." Selena joined in holding Rin's hand. "Mom, Jeanne's right. Dad died protecting people. And I know you don't want that to happen to us. But we have to go and help them."
Two to one. Rin took a deep breath. She didn't want to see her family hurt. But Japan needed them. Her home needed them. She couldn't keep doing this vigilante crap anymore in New York. They were seriously putting laws on quirkers. Not only that, but Jeanne had also left the force doing to being found out as a quirker. She knew what she had to.
Flashback ended.
Desmoshi was happy that his cousin and aunts lived with them here. But even he needed some breathing room and relaxation. As soon as he got back to Japan, Musutafu was back in ruins from the zombie attack. It was right back to where he started. So now, what was he going to do.
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Post by Rosey on Oct 24, 2020 16:19:17 GMT -4
Perry has 379 and gained 6 exp
Saito has 95 exp and gained 5 exp
Tobias has 386 exp and gained 2 exp
Desmoshi has 786 exp and gained 8 exp
Basil has 61 exp and gained 7 exp
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