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Post by Misako Suzuki on Aug 19, 2020 13:58:00 GMT -4
It had been a truly rough few weeks for Misako Suzuki, the new class president of class 1-A at UA High. For starters, she'd gotten into a fight with her parents over her choice of careers, then had an injury setback her training. Worse yet, not even a few days after she had been recovered she almost died in an attack on the school grounds that caused a major uproar. She sunk herself into school work and training ever since the attack, because it felt like every moment of silence she had she was wrapped in the razor wire again at the mercy of the zombie spy master that had caught her with such ease. She could have easily died there, and really probably should have. If it had been a more ruthless foe, it would have been Misa's first and last fight as a hero.
She wasn't sure if there was any way for the nightmares and the fear to be eased. She doubted it, but a few weeks ago she had a talk with her guidance counselor about her struggles with herself and the school. The talk made her feel better, and Misa almost forgot that Hatsumomo-san had gone out of her way to set her up with an appointment for a psychiatrist. She excused her forgetfulness with how crazy her life had become since, but still as she rushed to throw on a hoodie and some pants to wear before she ran towards the city she prayed that it would help.
"Now... I just have to find the place." She approached a quieter part of the shopping district, shivering a bit at how alone she felt. For a moment, she swore she saw some red eyes staring at her from an alley. It was all in her head, she reminded herself. "I need a distraction..."
A brilliant idea for the terrified hero student walking alone in a shadier part of town, likely. She was too proud to outright tell anyone she was scared, despite the fact that she had done nothing to hide the fact that she was on her way to see a shrink. Most people in the class already knew. So she decided the best thing to do would be to call a friend to check in on! It had been a while since she talked to Jaz, and they hadn't done their training yet. So as she walked around checking addresses in the seedy backstreets, she dialed Jaz's number.
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"Yaksha"
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Post by Jasmine Noir on Aug 19, 2020 14:19:54 GMT -4
As for Jasmine, her days had been... strangely barren. She'd been studying and training just as much, if not more, that she always did. Wake up at five. Go for a run. Come back. Eat. Go to class. Train during breaks. Go back to class. Train after class. Study. Train after that. Then study some more. Yes, Jasmine Noir's life was that boring. Though, in retrospect, it was perhaps because of this lifestyle that she'd managed to catch up with the schoolwork she'd missed over the course of last year and become as strong as she now was. Yet Jasmine would be the first to admit that the lack of a social life did have its downsides at times. In which case, today was a little different. Once classes had come and gone, Jasmine decided to skip out on her evening training. Instead, the third year thought she should start getting back to Mosa Ganbaroshi with that promise she made with him. Get back into art. A mighty feat in and of itself considering why Jasmine dropped drawing in the first place but one that she figured she might as well try. Nothing she could come up with by herself was working anyway. She'd spent the day trying to get into those classes Mosa had recommended for her. Art classes in the city, if you would. The paperwork had been easy enough to take care of and Mosa was kind enough to pay for her using the school's budget. She'd have to thank him later. Once she made a little progress. Speaking of progress, Jasmine had also promised to send over whatever she drew to the man. It'd been a while since said promise was made. The wolf really wanted to get started on it before Mosa started to call for interest checks. As a result of this, the lass had gone to the shopping district, bought a canvas and some colored markers, and found a quiet bench in front of a running fountain, surrounded by the forestry of a small park. Thoughts racing, Jasmine stared at the canvas fiercely as she unclasped the marker, the lid of it in between her teeth. Just as the tip of the marker was about to touch the white of the canvas in an attempt to portray whatever start of an image the lass had in her head, her phone suddenly vibrated. With some curiosity, she checked the screen of her cracked smartphone. Misako Suzuki. Jasmine blinked a few times before a small smile came over her lips. She picked up without hesitating for a second, propping the phone in between her ear and shoulder after tilting her head to the side.
"Misako, hi! What can I do for you?" She asked, tone warm and friendly, all while part of her focus still went into the drawing she was about to attempt. Part of Jasmine wondered if she could do this properly: talk and draw. Another part of her quickly introduced itself to remind her that she used to be a tattoo artist. Talking and drawing was part of the job description.
Funny how she even turned the simple act of drawing into a challenge for herself.
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25 Years
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"Ishtar"
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Post by Sonya Chernova on Aug 28, 2020 14:42:53 GMT -4
[attr="class","oneword1"] [attr="class","fromyou1"] @name Lets have ourselves a little fun~
you have my attention, dearie
[attr="class","itsover1"]The alleys of the shopping district had been quiet for a while now, most folks didn't bother coming out this time of night besides the few small cafes and bars that dotted the space. Even then, the alleys tended to be empty; folk wanted to stay in the light. Why wouldn't they? It was a scary time these days, violence in the streets was becoming more and more regular and all people could do was protect themselves when they could. There just weren't enough heroes yet.
Tonight, though, was different.
A tip had dropped into the pool of sharks that was the internet. A target for the Goddess Cult. The knife wielding zealots sat in various spots around the shopping center, crouching here and there, their eyes glowing thanks to the implants they'd been given to let them seem like their goddess. Most of them were small fry, barely worth a thought, even a first Year UA student could handle themselves well enough. But it was the pair of devouts that were watching atop the nearby building that were the far bigger threat. Both of them wore hoods to cover their faces and carried weapons that seemed far more lethal than the simple tools of the vandals.
As Misako stepped into the seedier sections of the backstreets, the cultists began to step out into the open. Hopping off garbage bins, off hiding spots and crates, and even getting out of cars. Most of them carried bats, knives, and gloves. One or two of them looked like they might actually have quirks. They all wore masks over their faces, two dozen pairs of glowing eyes blazing at her in the darkness. They said nothing until one of them, a male wearing a red hoodie, slung his baseball bat over his shoulder and took two steps forward. He shifted on his feet and nodded.
"You got suckered, kid, hands up, on your knees if you don't mind. You're coming with us," He snapped, drawing out his bat and brandishing it at her.
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Post by Axeldin on Nov 29, 2020 5:56:16 GMT -4
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Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2020 2:16:32 GMT -4
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