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PLAYED BY Ramune
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quirk Fujoshi
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Post by Ramune on Jul 13, 2019 23:33:11 GMT
[googlefont="Courgette"] I'm a brain fluid explosion girl “Well...if it’s not there how can I suck it~ god~ehehe♡”
Her reply came swiftly as the student uttered the words, though she could tell some kind of attack was probably coming, it was the cliche thing to do, they did stuff like that in shounen animes too, right?
But she wasn’t actually expecting the kid to grab her weapon. Out of all things, was the green haired child crazy? Okay, maybe they were seeing as they got themselves into this predicament in the first place, but still, this was going over that level of bad judgement.
Oh wait.
This kid had some quirk to do with metal right? Could it possibly mean they could do stuff like external metal manip-
“Whaaa!! HEYYYY STOP THAT??!?!”
Her scalpel-naginata was melting. Well, it was kind of...crumbling apart. The. Fuck. It was a custom made weapon produced by a famous blackmarket support gear maker overseas, IT WASN’T CHEAP!!!
The white haired villain cried out in shock, releasing her weapon straight away as she had no way of knowing what in the world the child could do now they had their sticky paws on it. Ugh, she’d have to take the loss for this one, she supposed it was her fault for not thinking about this possibility.
“Okay, you are actually going to die now for that, fucking-..AAAAHHH!!”
She hopped away with an angry, frustrated scream, giving the other a hard shove forwards as she pulled out some actual scalpels. The villainess had been meaning to let them live, but the brat had to go and tryhard.
And overreaching gets you killed.
Or so that was the plan before she ran out of time. Justice bot 2.0 and… a cat (who was in the caffereia before) came and spoiled the execution party.
God fucking damn it.
She didn’t fancy having to fight more kiddies AND have more chance to get caught. She sighed an audible, over exaggerated sigh.
“Yeah yeah yeah~ Ok ok, it wasn’t like I wasn’t the victim here, you know? The idiot attacked ME, and I’m in the wrong? Jesus, this discrimination…”
And with that, she effortlessly hopped up onto the fence behind her, and the moment her feet landed, backflipped gracefully off the edge into someone’s back yard. She just wanted to go home and have a nice long bath now, she was covered in blood now and it was getting all flaky...
SORRY FOR DELAY OMG
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PLAYED BY Blue
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quirk Heavy Metal
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Post by Jon Lafayette on Jul 28, 2019 15:53:10 GMT
Jon tasted blood, metal and earthy and grimaced as it dribbled down their face, following the curve of their mouth. It tickled obnoxiously and the urge to wipe it away was a fleeting distraction. Their head pulsed in agony with each frantic beat of their heart and they wanted nothing more than to close their eyes and take a very long nap. A week sounded nice. But, they kept their gaze glued to the crumbling weapon, chunks falling apart with tinny, faraway sounds as the enormous blade was reduced to nothing. Even when Cure let go and it clattered to the ground, it continued to be eaten away.
A thin laugh wheezed out of them, growing sharp at the end when they were shoved hard and Jon staggered gracelessly. The alleyway blurred at the edges of their vision and there was no staving it off this time. Struggling to stay upright took an extremely valiant effort and did little to save their image, hunched over with an arm curled protectively against their chest, bright silver eyes dulled to a subdued grey. Jon stretched out a hand, trembling as it hung awkwardly in an attempt to raise the bloodied limb coated in coagulated, clumpy metal that sloughed off their palm like flaking skin. Their connection to their Quirk had reached it’s limit but even without it, the metal would corrode until there was nothing left but rust.
“Try me, crazy pants.” Jon couldn’t see, everything blurring into one annoying blob of darkness, the beginning of a migraine worming its self into hyper focus and they inwardly cursed. Stupid, stupid, ugh, so stupid. They gulped a deep breath, grimace splitting into a grin, made all the more terrible by their bloodied state. Each breath felt like fire, like Cure still had their hand shoved in their back. They couldn’t lift that arm fully but they balled their fist as they faced the villain, only just realizing they weren’t alone.
Dragonball. Neko-chan. Everything came back into sharp focus and they tilted, slowly losing the battle to keep standing. This wasn’t a one on one death match any more and the voices of their fellow heroes in training spurred them on, giving them a second wind to... do nothing. Jon straightened, ready to face whatever Psycho Cure threw at them but that was as far as they got before the villainess bolted. Instinct made Jon chase and they took a single step before collapsing. A knee hit the ground hard and they swayed heavily.
“No,” they cried hoarsely, stubborn Lafayette to the end. They blinked slowly to clear their vision and Ryuu and Isamu hazed together. Great, and here they were, tear tracks and blood on their titties and nothing to show for it. Their lips tipped upward into the semblance of a smile, miles away from their usual gusto. “We, we have to st-stop her.” Jon slid to a hip, prosthetic twisted awkwardly under them and clumsily tugged at the front of their harness. Was it just them, or was it getting hard to breath?
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PLAYED BY Alphacat
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quirk Cat
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Post by Isamu Suzuki on Jul 29, 2019 4:48:36 GMT
Isamu scowled, a bit of a hiss coming through as he bared his claws, slightly crouched and ready to leap and attack. First the attack and now she was trying to play like she was the one who had been wronged. After everything else happening tonight, and when he could just smell all that blood. “You’re the one who attacked our school, who attacked our city. You don’t get to paint yourself as the victim here. Now stand down, you’re under arrest way too many things to count right now.” And instead of suibmitting… she just ran off, leaving them alone.
Which was just as well. He hadn’t fancied an actual fight with the villain—and his plan had been to run and use the terrain to his advantage anyway—so her running first just made things a lot simpler.
He watched her disappear over the fence, waiting a moment for her to make a surprise return, to circle around an attack, to throw something over the fense, but everything he could see, hear, and smell told him she was not returning, and after a few more moments just to be sure he rushed to Lafayette’s side.
“We aren’t doing anything. You are going to sit very still, stop moving, and reflect on your idiotic life choices.” He gave Lafayette a once-over, looking for any still-bleeding injuries to staunch any immediate damage before doing anything else. “Do you have any injuries other than cuts?” It didn’t seem like that would be Psycho Cure’s style, but at this point he wasn’t ruling anything out.
Once that impromptu examination was done he stepped back, calling emergency services. “Yes, I just sent that text. No, Psycho Cure fled, but we have an injured student here. Lots of blood loss, I don’t think I see any other major injuries aside from cuts. If there’s a pro hero available I might be able to assist in tracking the villain while her trail is fresh, but I’m more concerned with getting medical attention. Yes, we’re students at U.A. I’ve notified them, but resources are stretched thin.”
And with that he was left to pace in the alleyway, tail twitching quickly, muttering and gesturing angrily to himself with only a few of the outbursts directed at Lafayette’s direction. No need to kick them while they were down.
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PLAYED BY Blue
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quirk Heavy Metal
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Post by Jon Lafayette on Aug 5, 2019 16:19:50 GMT
Jon shot Isamu an incredulous look at the completely rational command and one could see the slow grind of gears in their head as the student contemplated ignoring it. They shifted to try and stand, losing the battle when their glove slid along the ground nearly sending them on their back. From their spot on the ground, Jon scowled like a child chastised, though the ire of that was directed at themself and the god-awful headache that was building in tempo. It streaked up and over the right side of their head and at the press of a palm above their eye, Jon hissed out at the accompanying jolt of pain. All right, dumb move.
“Yeah, whatever dad,” they slurred back, sinking back into their slouch though they stared back at the fence Cure had gone over. The simple looking barrier mocked silently and Jon contemplating hurling the rest of their orbs at it in defiance. The severity of the situation had yet to catch up fully and Jon resorted to the familiar. They exhaled slowly, breath shaky through parted lips. “Just when I was winning,” they muttered as Isamu looked them over, helping with bandaging their thigh where it oozed. Wiping their hand on the front of their shirt, streaking blood and liquid metal, the teen struggled with removing the nearly empty quiver they were using to lean back on.
“Can you help, with this?” Jon tugged on their harness and belt, words coming out stilted. “It unclips, in the back. Can’t breath.” They punctuated it with a sad look until the two of them were able to undo the bondage nightmare. A hand wave had to still any attempts at removing the harness, that was too much for them, jostling their head and side. What mattered most was the quiver that felt like it weighed a ton and without they could breathe a easier.
“I hate getting stabbed.” Jon said with the certainty and confidence of one who’d been previously stabbed. “Shit sucks.”
“My back,” they continued, trying to twist and look over their shoulder and immediately regretted everything. They muttered several, ear burning choice words and hunched over, willing the flash of pain to subside. It was nice subtle reminder that they failed horribly at stopping Cure. Their shirt clung wetly to their back and side, focused under their left arm, a neat cut sliced the material to reveal a sliver of bloody but otherwise unmarred skin.
“Weird,” was the simple reply, Jon’s focus steadily being pulled to the deep thrumming headache that was tap dancing its way into migraine town. They had to center themselves, balling a fist atop their thigh, heedless of Isamu’s handiwork as he stepped aside to call for help. Ugh, that probably meant doctors. No thanks.
“You shouldn’t.” Turning their head toward the fence again took too much effort, so instead they stared in the general direction of Isamu. “Go after her, ‘spretty dumb idea. I know this idiot who did.” Jon reflexively smiled, the effort marred by the drying blood smeared across their face. “What a loser.”
They accepted the pointed outbursts with the ease of someone used to being yelled. “You did good neko-chan. I didn’t hear anything going off. Guess the bomb diffusing was a success. Sorry I missed it.” Jon watched the feline student walk back and forth and shifted to try and find an easier position where the socket of their prosthetic didn’t pinch. “Come and star gaze with me, dude. You’re making me feel guilty.” The laughed, a little pathetically at the reaction.
Jon wasn’t sure how long they laid there, having slid into a more prone position, though not by choice. The migraine was fully on them and the darkened alleyway only eased some of the sensitivity. Pain helped focused them on the now, keeping any errant thoughts trailing back to Cure. Each time only made their head throb more and they reassured Isamu they were still conscious by tossing a thumbs up whenever asked. Talking hurt. Breathing hurt. Everything hurt and not in the fun, I did a good job, way.
Medical personal showed up, the bright flashing lights silent as they bounced off the alleyway walls. Jon groaned, squeezing their shut eyes tighter and tried to throw an arm over their head. A school official showed up moments later, not quite a Pro Hero but the lines were thin and most were still dispatched around the city and stepped aside with the students and officers to go over what had transpired.
Two paramedics with an ambulance cot wheeled over to the prone student, one kneeling beside them. “No,” Jon groused out in a low tone, an unsteady arm coming up to ward off blue tinted gloved hands as vitals were checked and injuries assessed. The arm was carefully but firmly pushed down. Not like they had any strength in it anyways. “No hospital. I’m not, I’m fine.” They grimaced as a light was shone in their eyes. “Quirk, migraine,” they got out before turning their head away, only for it be caught gently between hands and steadied.
There was a brief warmth as a hand was pressed against their shoulder, the paramedic’s Quirk allowing him to pull a basic checklist of everything that had happened recently. The medical officers looked at each other, speaking quickly and quietly and Jon only caught snippets of it. Trauma, laceration, blood loss, nothing they didn’t already know. The alleyway had a nice sprinkling of their blood to make a serial killer swoon. But there was a lot more blood than injury and the two didn’t match up, especially when one of the medical personal rolled Jon carefully to check their back, finding nothing.
“I’m eighteen,” they mumbled, as if their age had some merit and the teen forced their eyes open against the deep pulse of pain, squinted and groaned as that only worsened it. “Legal adult. No hospital,” they repeated firmly.
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PLAYED BY Alphacat
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quirk Cat
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Post by Isamu Suzuki on Aug 13, 2019 4:45:33 GMT
Isamu caught Lafayette’s glances at the fence during his pacing and paused long enough to narrow his eyes at the older student. “Don’t even think about it. I will restrain you if I have to.” Normally that would be a pretty laughable assertion, but considering the other student’s condition, and Isamu’s incredibly worked up state… maybe not so idle at the moment.
“Winning? She said she was about to kill you. Stop trying to laugh this off with some sort of misguided bravado. The only reason you’re not dead is because we came along to drag your sorry ass out of the fire. And I’m not convinced that Psycho Cure couldn’t have handled us if she had truly wanted to. So really, we should all be grateful that she decided we were more aggravating to deal with than not.”
He did, however, assist with getting the quiver off so Lafayette could sit more properly. “I suggest you don’t make it a habit,” he muttered as he laid the quiver down on the ground.
Then he stepped aside to make his call, growling at Lafayette as he hung up. “That’s why I said if a Pro Hero was available. You know, someone who might actually be capable of handling Psycho Cure in a fight. I wouldn’t be going off by myself, like a certain idiot we could both mention.”
“You know why you didn’t hear it go off? The god damn bomb was a fake. It was just a bunch of soda cans rigged to spring a leak if you looked at them funny. This whole damn night has been a farce. The bomb was fake, their ‘hostage’ was fake, not that that ever made any sense, and this whole night has been… Some kind of hoax, and it really bugs me right now that I can’t figure out why someone went through all this effort.” He paused from his pacing to turn on Jon once again. “Good. You should feel guilty. Every single one of us in that room, including the villain told you not to go after her by yourself. Right now, the Doctor is fighting that other villain by himself, and instead of Himura-sempai and I staying to help him, we had to come out here to find you instead. I’m a tracker. If you had stayed, you could have helped the rest of us subdue the one villain who did remain, and then we could have made a plan to go after Psycho Cure. Together. You’re a third year. You’re supposed to be setting an example for the rest of us, and right now the only example I can take from you is what not to do. Just…” He let out another frustrated growl and went back to his pacing.
It was a long time until he finally calmed down, his pacing slowly stilling until he was just walking to keep himself occupied rather than blow off steam. He gave his account to the school official when he arrived, and flagged down the medical professionals when they were in the vicinity, though he had kept the GPS on his wristband on for them to follow as well.
“Don’t listen to them,” said Isamu quietly as Jon protested being examined. “They’ve lost a lot of blood. Everything you see all around us… is theirs.” With his hearing he was able to catch all of what the paramedics were saying, and he quietly interjected, “Psycho Cure had them pinned against a wall when we arrived. Maybe that’s part of her quirk or something. She did have a large blade in his back, but… I think Lafayette did something to it. I don’t know if that had anything to do with it, but I can confirm the blood loss.” He sniffed at the air again. “O? O-, I think? Lafayette, is that right?”
He signed as Lafayette insisted kept insisting on no hospitals, leaning over into his field of view. “You’ve had a lot of blood loss,” he said calmly, almost as if he was talking to a child. “At a minimum you need a transfusion. If I had my way, we’d also get you a psychiatric evaluation. Let the nice men do the job they’re being paid to do, hmm? I’ll be really annoyed to have saved your life only to have you throw it away a second time tonight.”
And with that he turned to let the paramedics do whatever it was they were going to do. He reported to the school official and gave his report, then headed back to the schoolgrounds to put the long, horrible night behind him.
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