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Post by Ramune on Apr 30, 2019 20:30:09 GMT
[googlefont="Courgette"] I'm a brain fluid explosion girl Psycho cure skip-dashed through the school corridors, thinking about it now, she had never done that before! She had always wanted to, but back when she actually was the age to be in school, she had been the boring, stuffy kinna girl, the one that followed the rules and was quiet. How lame.
“Heyyyyy look quit followwwwing meee~!!”
She yelled as she turned a few corners and out into the courtyard. It was a necessary skill to know where one was going when you were a villain infiltrating somewhere high security and she had enough years of experience to know that. Atleast Asshi had helped out giving her maps of the place! But still this guy was actually getting super annoying now, and if he didn’t quit FOLLOWING HER she swore she would actually have to hurt him.
Running out of the gates, she started to slow down once she reached the small alleyway near the school that usually had press outside whenever something amazingly scandalous happened in the elite hero academy. Heh. well the press would be busy with THIS drama for a while, that was for sure.
She could still hear a single set of footsteps on her pursuit and sighed, stopping and twirling round. God, not only did this guy take her SHOES, he wanted MORE?? Ugh. FINE. SHE COULD PLAY THEN.
“I told you, I HATE guys who are thirsty. It’s really not attractive, didn’t anyone ever tell you that??”
The twin tailed girl huffed, narrowing her pink eyes at the approaching figure, watching for the next sign of movement. She would make this guy regret he even came this far! Admittedly, she didn’t know much about this hero egg, she didn’t care about them so she didn’t really ever look them up. They were from Justice boy’s class, she knew that. And they controlled metal or something randomly uncool like that.
But well...if she could remember correctly, they were never really top 3 or anything, so it should be fine! And hell! Even if they were top 3 of U.A, she could still take them on!
Hope this works...? If not let me know XD
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Post by Jon Lafayette on May 2, 2019 17:51:13 GMT
Jon might have missed Psycho Cure bolting through the open gates if she hadn’t been a ghostly pale, sugary haired shape against the dark open cavern mouth of the front of the school. Shoving the Ring of Steel back into the quiver, a feat that was more annoying than necessary. Instead, they grabbed a Titanium and lodged it under their left vambrace for easy reach and followed with a blank and held it, feeling the tug of their Quirk as they poured as much intent into the orb as quickly at they could. They’d done a pretty good job relying mostly on the prefabs, allowing them to hold back on using too much of their ability. They were still at a really good pace but also running nearly on empty, they definitely had less then half their ammo left.
Taking off after the fleeing figure, the safety of the school loomed behind them like a betrayed friend. They were hell bent on blindly following, greeted with empty streets and bare sidewalks. At least people had the self preservation to stay indoors, not unlike some hero in the works. Jon would laugh at themselves later. If there was a later. The fates took a smidge of pity on the teen and they weren’t met with any back up or other villains, only Psycho Cure facing them and Jon hit the brakes in the middle of the alley.
Their grin was strained, tight and void of the usual cheeky amusement that’d became a bane on their fellow students. If anyone had known the teen for more then a day, they’d know that was their biggest give away to how they were doing. Sucked when your face was it’s own damn mood stone. Taking in a deep, shaky breath, Jon held it a moment, feeling their chest constrict at the brief lack of oxygen and let it out as slowly as they could. It did nothing to ease the prickling along their spine.
“I dunno how to tell you this, but ya ain’t my type either. Sorry,” they added as if they really meant the short, careless apology. “But you never stick your dick in crazy.”
There was no way they could actually take on the villainess, but just maybe they could hold them till a hero came along. Wishful thinking at best, Ryuu would probably roll his eyes at the ingenious sentiment. If they could get close enough, they could smash their last Ring of Steel at the villain, but that required to be way too close. Their ability required distance but that also put them at a bad advantage, if they missed, that was it. Shit out of luck.
“Betcha don’t know a thing about me,” they called out, counting every second a win to keep the other teenager here. Was she a teen? They really should have paid more attention in class. “Betcha don’t know what I can really do?”
Drawing their right arm in front of their face making sure they didn’t obscure their vision while allowing the vambrace to act like a guard. They kept their hand curled around the orb, fingers trembling to break it, but it wasn’t ready yet. They brought their left hand out to their side, holding the baton in too tight a hold, their knuckles paling under the grip.
“Wild card, bitch,” they muttered, dropping their stance to draw their leg back, balancing carefully on the tip of their prosthetic with most of their weight on their back foot.
There a slight pause. “So,” their tone took on a more easier tone, falling back on what they did best. “do you go first or do I go first? Cause I don’t really know how this goes, do we take turns or a flip a coin? Rock, paper, scissors? Pick a number between one and ten hundred, come on, give me a clue, Nurse Ratchet.”
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Post by Ramune on May 6, 2019 20:49:53 GMT
[googlefont="Courgette"] I'm a brain fluid explosion girl An overexaddurated sigh escaped from the pink glossed lips that formed a pout. God, this guy was an actual idiot. Did he and all the other kids back there really think they got away somewhat unscathed because they were actually good? Seriously...
“Welllll~~~~ You see, when I agreed to all this, Ashii only told me to not hurt any students inside your school...now we are out, and I even gave you umm...1? 2? Warnings, it’s only fair dumb fucks like you get hurt.”
Psycho Cure counted out with her long, manicured, bejeweled fingernails before she gave a casual shrug, then with ease leapt into the air with ease, closing the gap between them with surprising speed as she pulled out a roll of what looked like a sports bandage out of her chest, which happened to be the same fetching bright magenta pink as her eyes. She tossed the roll at Jon, the roll unfurling itself in the air before it attempted to latch on to their right arm, it was, infact one of their capture weapons, but with pink aesthetic!!
“Don’t worry, I’ll make you feel like you are gonna die~ But you won’t! Soooo~ just relax and enjoy it♡~! Ehe♡”
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Post by Jon Lafayette on May 7, 2019 15:46:43 GMT
Ashii? Was that suppose to be that Bunny villain, Cure kept calling out to. A name? A title? Could have been some damn pet dog’s name for all they knew. Even after three years, their Japanese was still awful. Dragonball would probably give them a hard time about it, but it wasn’t their fault they slacked so much on it. Third languages were hard as shit. “Ashii must be someone pretty important if you’re willing to listen to them.” Maybe they could eek out some information about this person, animal, thing if they could keep the villain talking. “They gotta command a lot of respect in the field, huh?”
Their grey eyes shifted silver, taking on a sharper tint as they worked again on the orb in hand. They waffled over what was needed the most, ultimately working on their first idea, making another Ring of Steel and felt their Quirk gutter out at the warning. Their control slipped as an eerie chill settled in their chest, gripping at them tightly before Jon desperately clawed back, gaze flickering.
“That’s me, biggest dumb fuck you’ll ever meet.” Their voice wavered betrayingly and Jon grimaced, shifting it back into a grin to hide behind. “Crazy like a fox. And you know what the fox says?” Whatever inane thing they were going to add was swallowed in the sharp inhale as Psycho Cure leapt toward them like a demented pixie clown.
Jon backpedaled as quick as they could, ducking instinctively, keeping their arm raised in a protective stance. The ingrained thousands of years of predator versus prey nature to flinch was just barely suppressed as they evaded a spectacular booby trap, shifting low to pivot out of range. Bob and weave, just like practice, just like at the bag. Cure had moved too fast for them to properly meet whatever the hell that pink thing was. A ribbon? But at least they could dodge and gave a bark of laughter as they maneuvered themselves in a less than graceful escape, only to come up short when they were tugged back.
No! Large, wide eyes snapped to the pink bandage wrapping around their forearm and they gave a preemptive tug, finding it didn’t budge. Jon crushed the metal ball in hand, breaking the container with a muffled pop and the syrupy metal splattered over the jacket sleeve and gaudy pink bandage. In the same instance they heaved themselves sideways, sliding out of the oversized leather garment, shedding it like a second skin as their Quirk activated. Metal sluggishly spidered out, interacting with both clothing and capture weapon. Jon nearly got themselves caught up in it before they jerked free of the attack that wound itself around the personless jacket and clung stickily to the bandage.
The cool night air felt impossibly nice against their neck and Jon felt just a touch vulnerable without the bulk of their leather jacket. The protective harness stood out like armor against their dark green shirt, covering their upper back and chest and their quiver jangled a little as they spun around to keep their back from being a target. Hopefully Cure would be distracted enough with their metal attack to give them a second to regroup.
“Yeah right, you first!” They countered. There wasn’t enough time to give themselves distance and Jon flicked their arm out, swinging the baton in a backwards arcing strike, hoping to at least push back the villain. “Lie back and think of England!”
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Post by Ramune on May 12, 2019 17:39:57 GMT
[googlefont="Courgette"] I'm a brain fluid explosion girl “Wellllll~ I’ve known him for time anndddd~ he happened to offer to let me into U.A so how could I pass up seeing all you hot heroes-to-be up close? It’s not everyday someone goes to the trouble of letting U.A have a free for all open day you know!”
Psycho Cure smiled, studying the student in front of them. Still a kid, her son, this guy, all of them. Everyone knows pushing themselves to the limit was a thing that only worked in shounen manga!!
“Well, they say idiots are not cured even when they die, let’s hope that’s not the case huh?”
She had thought she had caught the guy when they slipped away from her bandage and….ugh it seemed stuck now?? A small tut in annoyance, so not only was this guy persistent and kinna annoying, he could do stuff like that?? The villainess decided to abandon that piece of bandage, it was fine, she had more!
“Hey-hey you shouldn’t be trying to hit a cute little JK with stuff like that, would you be able to take responsibility if you hit me by accident??”
She gasped as she lightly hopped back to dodge the teen’s attack, before throwing another reel of pink bandages towards the student’s right leg, hoping to catch and pull it from under them.
SORRY FOR DELAY ;n;
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Post by Jon Lafayette on May 14, 2019 16:05:02 GMT
Talking was good, talking meant another twenty seconds of still standing, another twenty seconds that heroes could be here. Ashii was a he, that was something at least. Too bad it wasn’t anything of substance. Maybe. It was difficult to think and not die when they were trying to also cram different scenarios and diffusions and what ifs into the already overcrowded brain of theirs. There was no explosion, Isamu must have disarmed the bomb properly, both of the teams in fact as the eerie silence continued from the school grounds.
“Why so flashy, huh? If you wanted to sneak in, there were better ways. By the lack of everything on fire, looks like your ragtag lackey’s failed. Boi, that sucks to fail like that. All that work for nothing.” Keep moving, keep talking, take another breath, breathe you idiot. Jon drifted, feet scuffing along the road, the tip of their prosthetic catching in a light skip before they kept at it.
They nearly stumbled at the sudden pitch of the villain’s voice, shifting from saccharine sweet to a cold malice that sent a shiver through them despite the sweat that dampened their brow. Their words caught in a quick stutter before finding it’s strength in the easy snark. It was how they best dealt with trouble, battering it away with a wall of dumb one liners. “Can’t fix stupid, already tried, wouldn’t take me back without the receipt. Guess you’re stuck with stupid ol’ me.”
The second bandage came fast, striking like a snake and Jon danced out of the way, barely sidestepping the attack. That’d been too close for comfort and they fell into a familiar light bounce, swaying to keep their stance from being telegraphed. They’d been working on that with their brother and kept one arm tucked close and swung the baton down to encounter the pink bandage, hoping to entangle it and drag it away from Psycho Cure.
“You are one crazy loony toon broad and that’s saying something coming from me.”
Their Quirk wasn’t made for close combat, hell they weren’t made for it either, but Cure didn’t strike Jon as the type to allow for a timeout and fair play. It wasn’t a fair fight to begin with, the third year sorely outclassed and shoved out of their comfort zone. But, if heroing was all about comfort, there’d be a hell of a lot more of them.
Snapping a step back, they yanked on the colorful bandage, fingers scrambling to try and catch a part of the length just as they pivoted their weight and hurled a mighty right hook out of nowhere.
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Post by Ramune on May 16, 2019 21:51:30 GMT
[googlefont="Courgette"] I'm a brain fluid explosion girl “Weeeellllll~ It had to be flashy for the amusement of you kiddies, see? You guys like playing hero of justice, right?”
Psycho cure kept chattering away like an excited school girl, though her eyes followed the other’s movements, giving away her experience and the possibility she wasn’t as light hearted and carefree as she seemed about it all.
“I tollll~d you♡ I just came to say hi! Are you serrrriou~sly trying to get info out of me like some actual hero? Ahahahaha that’s seriously funny!”
She could see her opponent was starting to get to their limit, the slight movements of their body gave it away.
“I suppose you’ll have to die then.”
When her bandage was caught, she sighed. Why wouldn’t this guy just hurry up and get caught already? She was getting so annoyed, she guessed it was enough messing about. As she was pulled closer to the other, she pulled out a scalpel, or what looked like one out of the breast cup part of her costume. She then flicked it up sharply and it extended suddenly into a full length Naginata, though it sort of...just looked like a jumbo scalpel. Aesthetics are important, right? RIGHT! A girl had to look as cute as she was deadly♡ That was the first rule of being a teenager villainess!
Using the side of the weapon, she parried the student’s incoming attack, pushing the hook back, and using that chance to aim for their chest with the bladed part of the weapon.
owo stabby stab tiems ♡
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Post by Jon Lafayette on May 20, 2019 15:30:10 GMT
The bark of laughter was short and tense, Jon not dropping their defensive stance despite the growing ache in their thigh. Apparently barrel rolling over a piñata man unworthy of the green color wasn’t a smart move. So weird. “Sure,” they sneered lightly, more of a curl of a lip than anything malicious. They struggled to not let the budding pain show, slowing down just enough for it to catch up. You dumb fool, they chastised themself. Jon took a deep breath, biting back a retort to the playing of heroes comment. “Total Pagliacci moment, roll on snare drum,” they snapped back. “Hilarious.”
This chick was seriously creepy with a capital see you next Tuesday.
“Can you blame a dumb bitch for trying?” They laughed again, fake and devoid of any real humor as they shrugged. It was worth a shot, at least they got a name out of it. Jon would have rubbed the back of their head to complete the look, but like hell they’d let down their guard as it was in their best interest to stay alive. This was starting to get serious, Jon was dangerously low on ammo and they’d been too wrapped up in fighting to concentrate on making more. It was hard to split attention and fortitude between the two. There was a creeping feeling crawling slowly up their neck and the third year attested it to sweat and not the glaring wariness they always ignored.
Their eyes widened comically mid swing at the dramatic reveal of Cure’s bladed weapon, their punch battered away as it was nothing. The impact sent a uncomfortable jolt through their forearm as metal met metal, sharp enough to taste the tang of it in the back of their throat. The carry through interrupted, Jon grunted and nearly stumbled straight toward the very pointed end of the blade. They gritted their teeth in effort as they twisted painfully to the side against the momentum their body was carrying them, drawing their right arm up flush against their chest to protect their soft squishy middle. Their harness was lightweight and only covered the bare basics, they needed to keep everything light in order to stay on their feet fighting.
Jon heard the rip of their shirt sleeve before they felt it; searing, burning, hot pain laced through their upper arm overshadowed by the shriek of the blade running the length of their vambrace, scoring a line through it. A sound bubbled up from within them, choking on the cry as lips drew back tightly in a grimace and Jon staggered backwards in desperation, pain clouding their attempt to follow with a second hit with their baton as they clutched their right bicep, the weapon swinging from the wrist strap. Red bloomed the dark green material a midnight black and they hissed out another pained sound as a bright crimson wept between fingers.
A curse in their mother language slipped free as they hunched, eyes shinning a bright silver and masked the burn of tears. Their Quirk lurched to protect but with nothing in hand, it did zilch but blaze brightly. Like hell they were going to cry over a little paper cut, like hell they’d allow anyone to see them slip. Jon’s breath came out of a little rough, sucking in the next lungful greedily and exhaled just as quickly. Things went from defcon five to about a two, skipping the important steps of actually assembling some sort of half assed plan. Their shoulders remained tensed and with effort, made themself let go of their injury and pick up the baton again, tucking the length against their forearm. They balled their other hand into a fist again, sliding into a southpaw stance. Jon was going to have to favor their left hand to lead and shakily extended their right, the corner of their eyes crinkling in discomfort.
“Who brings a knife to a not knife fight?” Keeping their voice steady took surprisingly little effort, latching onto the comfort of their own voice. It was egotistical in the moment but not like they had anyone else to give them a good proper pep talk of figuring out a plan. Looked like they were going to have to keep going on their own. Clenched fingers trembled as the teen settled their weight, falling into a familiar slight crouch even as a spasm ran down a leg that no longer existed. “Seriously uncool, Psycho Pass.”
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Post by Ramune on May 22, 2019 22:40:02 GMT
[googlefont="Courgette"] I'm a brain fluid explosion girl “Wellll~ I’m a fair, helpless young girl so I have to make sure I can protect myself against guys like you, because they wanna hurt me, right~?”
Psycho Cure smiled, before it turned into a wink and she stuck her tongue out.
“I meaaaannnn~ I have a handicap! I know like...almost nothing of your quirk cos I never bothered reading up on you haha…”
Her eyes were clearly scanning her opponent for something… sure, if she really wanted to try hard she’d just slit their throat but...that wasn’t what she was about! She just wanted some fun, excitement, she wondered what would really make this person panic, their emotions waver, their voice tremble…
“It’s not like I’m not a fucking wanted Villain in the top 10, if you actually did some fucking homework you’d know all about me.”
As she spoke, the weapon moved as if to aim for the chest, but then it was a faint- instead the blade went straight for the left thigh, and if it connected, the extremely sharp blade would slice a good 5cm into the flesh- an almost angelic smile would spread over the white haired villain’s features as she jerks the blade a little to one side and up. For someone who was that small, she was pretty strong- and it was just lucky her opponent was pretty small too! Though she supposed larger targets were easier to stab, but well...she had the advantage of short people not being too much of an issue for her either!
After a few moments she would pull the blade out and away, following up with a slash to the teen’s right arm again, her aim was to cut a little deeper this time as it seemed the guy was OK with the last slash to his arm. She then attempted to close the space between them, glitzy manicured nails sliding down the shaft of the naginata as she moved over to the student’s wounded side, a small, dainty, deathly pale hand resting on an over familiar way on their shoulder.
They were so close now that one would be able to smell her- she smelt like pink rock candy with a hint of strawberry- a rather strong, almost synthetic sugary scent that belonged more in some overdone sweets shop in Harajuku then on a wanted criminal.
“Mmmm! OMG♡!”
She leaned in a little, casually, as if they were friends, not someone who had just attempted to maim the other, her large pink eyes widening in happy surprise.
“You smell really good♡♡!”
I HATE HAVING TO ASSUME COMBAT MANNN
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Post by Jon Lafayette on May 26, 2019 16:09:44 GMT
At the mention of handicap, Jon couldn’t help the roll of their eyes, risking life and limb to ensure Cure understood how little they gave about that. Could one roll their eyes into the back of their skull, would that portray the right amount? It didn’t feel like enough. The one thing they could always count on was their sarcasm, they had it in spades even in the darkest of moments. “Can it ya Harley wannabe, je m’en fous.”
She was too fast, way too fast again and Jon was getting stupidly slow. They swung hard anyway with the baton, the movement too loose and uncontrolled. They’d drag themselves over the coals about it later (there would be a later) and drew their other arm to their chest in a protective stance to ward off the bladed weapon. With a dawning horror too late, they realized they read the attack wrong. Fire bloomed outward in an oddly, dull pulse and Jon’s vision swam while the silvery weapon blurred into two. Blood dripped down their thigh, following the gentle slope of their knee and down their shin to catch on the edges of their boot. It only stemmed the trickle for a moment before slipping past to pat silently on the ground. It took them several embarrassingly seconds to realize Cure had stabbed them in the leg.
Their bloodied hand came up, visibly shaking as they tried for a valiant attempt to grab at the weapon before it was brutishly twisted and wrenched out of them. There was no stopping the pained exhale that squeezed out of the teen and Jon nearly doubled over only to be knocked back by the second slash to their already wounded arm. That was a little overboard. The student staggered back a step, even as the muscles in their leg tensed and locked to keep standing. Instinctively they dropped a hand atop their thigh and jerked their hand away at the second wave of pain that seemed to grow and ebb with each heartbeat, pulsing strongly to pump a darker red past the edges of the sliced material of their pants. Their leg threatened to give out, forcing them to sag on their prosthetic and the knee joint shifted fluidly to counterbalance while the bowed curve of the blade bent and held steadily.
A part of them was impressed they managed to stay standing and that thought spiraled out of control, panic rocking them as they struggled to raise their injured arm, the limb sluggishly obeying at last and they nearly missed the soft press of a hand on their shoulder. Cure was decidedly cooler than them and Jon might have closed their eyes and reveled in the fleeting reprieve until she bent to speak sweet nothings.
Jon inhaled and froze, body going ridged at the first whiff of the sickly sweet, artificial scent that drifted daintily from the villainess. It was faint, like being finely spritz with perfume and slugged right in the palate with an overwhelming imitation sugary goodness that sailed past delicious to a nauseating medicinal smell. It conjured up vertical metal bars, the rhythmic beat of a heart monitor and pain. So much pain, that sawed through bone and flesh and took a part of them away.
“Get off me!” There was no mistaking the higher note of panic and they always hated how they sounded in those moments. Jon snapped a listless elbow out, aiming for Cure’s chest, but would take any kind of contact. Even if it was just to get them to move back. The movement was janky, drawing their arm back to build strength behind it and pulled loose the metal orb they’d jammed under their vambrace. Flicking their wrist down, the ball spattered into a smear of metal between them, flicking fragments like teardrops. The attack flared to life, increasing upon itself into a dangerous explosion of spikes and poles, expanding out in different directions.
Jon heaved themselves to the side at the same time, finding their leg didn’t quite want to cooperate and rolled with it, figuratively and literally. Their quiver thunked along the cement as they rolled several times, certain their la maîtresse would be impressed if they were ever on fire. Their metal may not have stuck to them, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t still be caught up in it and Jon didn’t want to think of being skewered by their own Quirk. They left behind a skipping pattern of blood before they rose shakily to their knees and elbows, gritting their teeth. Sweat dripped from their brow and they ignored it in favor of the distraction of their hair swinging heavily into their vision.
Keep moving, don’t stop, this is nothing. The nausea of the villainess’ scent was clamped down next to the exhausting surge of fear that came from the ill timed trigger and both felt sorely unstable, still bubbling near the surface. You’ve had worse. A tremor ran through them like a chill and the ugly revulsion threatened to come back up. Stand up. With a rough grunt, they leaned on their good arm and shoved themselves up enough to get their injured leg under them and with a determined grimace, was back on their feet if a little wobbly.
Facing Cure, they pulled a metal ball free and held it tightly, the thin container threatening to burst. Their breath shuddered out of them in quick, little gasps, unable to take a proper breath, the underlying fear of the situation growing more despondent. They were in deep and had no one to blame but themself. Taking another breath, they straightened as best they could, pain etching their brow even as they took a determined step forward. “I can do this all night, crazy pants.”
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Post by Ramune on Jun 3, 2019 21:05:09 GMT
[googlefont="Courgette"] I'm a brain fluid explosion girl A loud, slightly manic giggle passed the pale girl-woman’s lips, her bright cerise eyes lit up in excitement. That was more like it! This was starting to get more fun, right?
“There we go! Now we are starting to bleed properly! Feels good right? Makes you feel like, whoa! I’m totes actually alive rn right? RIGHT! It’s great isn’t it!!”
Psycho Cure made a small squeak of surprise (though it did sound a little over exaggerated and probably fake) as the student’s attack activated and she did a few back flips to one side to avoid the spikes.
“So, so, do you like, have a girlfriend? Cos that really nice smell totally isn’t actually from you, it’s a girl’s perfume! Aaaand you’d have had to be suppppper close to someone for their scent to transfer like that....o-oooooh myyy!! Waitttt~! Were you cockblocked by us coming to U.A or something, by the way? Really? SERIOUSLY? That’s actually so funny ahahahaha♡♡ Un~luck~y!”
She spoke rapidly, much like a lot of the trendy, young highschool girls one would see around town. She was just hypothesising and teasing, ofcourse, but there was a reason for to take interest in personal relations of the student she was up against. In general, Psycho Cure only dragged out fights for fun. Something to be a touch different from her usually mundane long life. And her favorite thing was to drag people into the depth of despair, see their faces change as they realised they would rather die…
It was at that moment the white haired villainess touched the blade of her giant scalpel with a grin, rubbing the blood from the unfortunate green haired student who had been a victim of the said blade more than once now. She paused for a moment, perfectly drawn brows forming a frown.
“Oh. Wait.”
Fuishia eyes went up to the third year.
“...I had gotten it wrong the whole time. What are you? Trans? Both? Neither?”
She mused for a moment before she shrugged.
“I guess it doesn't matter either way anyway, it just means you aren’t a creepy thirsty guy, you’re just a persistent hero wannabe try hard annnnd...that might actually be worse ahahaha”
It was time to step things up a bit, mainly as she was concerned if she hung around too much actual heroes may turn up and ruin her fun before she managed to actually instill fear into this kid.
“Soooo, I was thinking, after I destroy you~”
The short woman took a few zigzagging movements towards the student before kicking off, easily jumping over the other neatly with a somersault in the air, swiftly landing behind the third year, blade going straight for the squishy part of the back that connected to the armpit with surprising precision. Of course she knew what she was doing! She was a doctor, afterall!
“Now, now, unless you actually wanna lose another limb, I’d stay suuuuper still.”
The villainess warned, the blade was around halfway inside the teen’s body.
“Can you tell me, if you died, would anyone be sad? Do you have family? Would that girl you were with recently be sad too? Do you have siblings too? What if you died right here, today, and couldn’t stop me from harming them too, because let’s face it, if you die….no one would know of this conversation but us, right?”
She was starting to push the buttons to see which would get a good reaction. Maybe they would top that Onishi brat who literally almost broke down in hysterics because his not-a-boyfriend was going to die. It was those kinds of reactions Psycho Cure lived for.
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Post by Jon Lafayette on Jun 8, 2019 15:11:20 GMT
The hue of their eyes had always been of interest since birth, inherited from their mother’s stormy gray to become a softer shade, the perfect cast for their Quirk to come to fruition. The lighter shade against their dark skin made their eyes look bigger, more curious, more frightened and they stared, dark rimmed, at the taunting villainess. “You are a serious case of harsh browns,” Jon argued back, perfecting the childish retort with a grimace they tried to twist into a sneer, but it only came out as more pain. “Messin’ with my steez.” Jon tried to shrug, but it was little more than a sad loft of one shoulder. “I’ll take my apology in the form of giving up.”
It was a rarity to be called anything but he, something their classmates seemed adamant about despite Jon’s laughter every time. It was more amusing than hurtful, having grown a thick skin since youth and if they were being honest, they couldn’t really fault them, Jon never made the effort to correct anyone. Gender norms were so boring and archaic and apparently wearing the male uniform was enough to confuse the casual glance. Still, they figured their face was too soft and the freckles that dotted their cheeks and nose only enhanced their fairer traits. Something they spent a better part of their life hating. At least they could have had their father’s jawline but no, just this eternal baby face. Jon’s hand twitched to touch the harness that covered their chest. They’d gotten too used to being called the wrong gender, any gender and the wave of dysphoria was startling, sudden and heavy like guilt. Wow, not right now self.
“Better a wannabe hero than a lame ass villain.”
Jon countered Cure, meeting each shift of their stance, trying to stay ahead of them with their sad, limping gait. At least it’d earn them an A for effort. Maybe A- as they nearly stumbled raising their arm to hurl the poorly constructed metal ball at the girl. It’d been a terrible rush job, barely held together with a mishmash of intent, even Jon wasn’t sure what would come out of it. Maybe disappointment, maybe a deus ex machine. God, they could really go for one of those right about now.
Their soundless cry left them in solid exhale, all the air shoved out of their body and they felt, heard, the tearing pain. It was a shock of ice cold that slammed into their back before it split so flawlessly through skin and flesh, sliding perfectly between anything vital to lodge itself just in the most uncomfortable place. It itched first, like being bitten a mosquito before ice gave way to fire once more and their arm and leg paled, fading into the background of the inferno that engulfed their entirety. Jon’s vision wavered, the alleyway tilting like their favorite fair ride they rode all the time as a kid. Spin, tilt, twirl until they were sicker than a dog, then go back another time. This was one ride they definitely wanted off.
Jon was only dimly aware of the orb that burst in their hand, coating fingers in the syrupy metal and dripped uselessly from their outstretched fingers to pat quietly on the ground in front of them. Blood seeped into their dark shirt, spreading a darker path downward to pool awkwardly into the waistband of their pants, ignoring the carefully placed pouches on their belt to achieve the perfect balance with their quiver. Taking a ragged breath in hurt just as much as existing and defiantly Jon tilted downward against their will before a sound slipped traitorously from them. It was definitely not a thin, stuttering whine at the sharp, wrong feeling.
Tears fell rudely and unwanted, trailing down their ashen cheeks and they almost reached up to rub them away with the back of their hand but unmoving numb fingertips, cold and tingling remained still and their other was still coated in the thick metal. The coldness crept up their arm, combating against the persistent heat and for half a second, Jon thought they might throw up. Get stabbed three times and puss out. Or was it four? Did it really matter?
Everything and nothing felt so very important in that moment, Cure’s crystal clear voice burrowing it’s way straight to their brain, highlight each word and it was the only thing they could focus on. Family? Girl? Siblings? Stick a pin in each category, they were important points and Jon’s mouth moved, closing and opening to speak but they couldn’t moved past the cotton mouth, pain, nauseous, the swimming mess their brain was making up snappy retorts, foreboding predictions of the weather and whether if there really was anyone coming. They were very, truly on their own, digging their own grave.
This royally sucks. And just when they thought they might just close their eyes, that beautiful flight or fight instinct reared it’s annoying head, shoving itself hard against the budding fear they had yet to recognize fully. It was both a curse and a gift, that dumb bitch luck that ran deep, when danger paraded themselves in front of them and they didn’t so much as blink.
Sorry Lexie, guess you gotta tell mom and dad I fucked up real bad. If there was one thing anything one could learn by being the younger sibling, was to never fucking give in. Sorry. I’m so sorry.
“You’re shit o-out of luck, “ they gasped wetly, voice straining as they struggled to stand all wobbly baby colt legged. Every subtle, jarring movement made the blade shift and they could feel that. Felt every nick and curve and width that narrowed to an impossibly sharp edge until they could taste the metallic silver of it on the tip of their tongue, like fine silverware a family always had and ever used. “I’m an orphan, basket with a s-sweet little note ‘n all.”
They took a stumbling step forward, it was either that or pitch forward flat on their broken face and while neither were good ideas, really, what could they do? “Now who’s being the creep?” Jon spat between gritted teeth.
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Post by Ramune on Jun 12, 2019 0:12:46 GMT
[googlefont="Courgette"] I'm a brain fluid explosion girl “Thaaaat is, actually sooooo true! Lame villains are sooooo annoying and totes get in the way more than you guys!”
Psycho Cure laughed, nodding as she dodged that whatever attack that was lobbed at her. She could tell from the student’s movements they didn’t have much more left in them. It was perfect! Rather than taking someone out straight away before they realise what’s going on, slowly making it dawn on a victim that whatever they did, it was useless was the best way to bring the most distress and hysteria to them.
After a few moments, she pulled the blade out of the form in front of her, using the long weapon to steady herself with one hand as she leaned in, making a tutting sound with her tongue.
“Check mate.”
Dark red started to stream from the wound. She steadied the teen with the hand that was holding her weapon from the front by the shoulder when they stumbled forward, while her other hand was laying casually on their back.
“Hmmm… from my professional opinion, I would say you have...hmmmmmm~ 5 minutes left? Or so? Are you sad? Are you regretting your life choices rn? Any last words? I could pass it on!”
She asked brightly, as if they were discussing something fun and lighthearted.
“Awwww~”
A whine of disappointment came from their glossed lips before three slender fingers shoved themselves into the deep wound on the hero student’s back, the hand at their front steadying them. For anyone who didn’t know her quirk, it would just look like a psychotic act of gory sadism.
“You are lying. I can tell.”
She couldn’t for sure, but it was a guess. Well for sure she knew this person had some important people to them, even if they were putting on a front. She slowly pulled out her fingers, the severed flesh inside bonding back together as she did so, though probably to the “patient” the pain was still there.
“O RhD negative~ I see~ Well! At least you don’t have any nasty diseases, huh? Perfectly clean! Though you might need a blood transfusion if no one finds you soon...”
That blood type reminded her of her baby boy, but she felt like he was probably bleeding himself out more than enough healing all these worthless parasites tonight so she hoped someone else would help this kid.
“Heyyyy I’m not being creepy~ I just wanna get to know you better♡ Be thankful!”
She chirped as her fingers finally pulled out, the skin having bonded back together- well if nothing, at least the student won’t actually be bleeding out to death in 5 minutes now! She was so kind♡
owo
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Post by Jon Lafayette on Jun 19, 2019 15:41:30 GMT
Their heartbeat pulsed a wild mantra befitting a tango in their ears, vision trembling with each beat and the alleyway stretched outward, slowly elongating into a long tunnel before it jumped back into frightening clarity as the blade slid out of them. Jon’s body convulsed on instinct, free of the metal they could taste on their tongue and they nearly leaned back against Cure supporting them. God, why was it so cold tonight. It felt like the night air plunged suddenly into the negative numbers, chilling them as blood pooled generously from their back, soaking the dark green shirt even more.
“Kinda,” they managed to get out nearly choking on the word. There were so few things they regretted, but tonight could be an actual first. They stared glassily at the drift of the blade in their peripheral, at the streak of deep red that coated it and it took them a moment to realize it was their blood. “Guess I’m the dumb bitch here.”
It took even longer to realize the villain had asked a proper question and distantly, Jon heard themselves answer in an entirely too casual tone. “Nothing that can’t… wait till tomorrow.”
It was as if each previous scream they forced down built up for a finale and having fingers jammed into their body was the final straw. It came out like a sob, tumbling over itself in a hoarse yell and if it hadn’t been for the careful hand holding them up on a swaying gait, they’d have been on the ground for real. Their breath kept catching, wanting to come out in a softer cry as they twitched, wanting to wrench away from the agony but the gentle, almost careful hold kept them rooted.
Clean huh, thank goodness for small favors. That was a nice idle thought that easily flittered away in the pain. Were they really going to die in this alley? Not here. They’d always figured they go out in a much more nicer alley or maybe even a popular street corner, fighting the good fight. Not here. Jon closed their eyes, clawing back at the darkness like the fucking stubborn asshole they were. Not here.
“O-okay,” Jon stuttered out, voice cracking, still feeling as if Cure still had her hand shoved in the wound, twisting it. “okay, I have,” they gulped for air, “have s-something to say.” Another struggling breath and their gaze shimmered brightly, tipping up to take a moment to watch the night sky over them, drinking in the sight of unseen stars. The metal that coated their hand was oddly warm between their fingers, slippery and a little disgusting to touch but it was like gold in their grasp, the metal pure and untainted.
“Suck my nonexistent dick.”
Jon stumbled a little, a quick façade as they wobbled only to let out a exhaled groan as they forced their arm up, tearing at the already bleeding gashes to catch the bladed weapon so keenly pressed against them with a slap of metal coated palm. They dragged fingertips across the flat length of it smearing the metal and activated their Quirk. Jon reached deep, pulling from the depths of their reserves, feeling it slip as they shoved everything into the intent to destroy, corrode, rust.
Something stretched and snapped at the base of their head, sending a streak of pain lancing up and over their right eye. A grimace split across their face as blood trickled from their nose and they ignored it in favor of pouring more into the attack. The liquid metal shifted color as if it was burning up, darkening into a deep orange hue, flaking away as it solidified. If they were lucky, Cure’s weapon would get caught up in it and crumble into nothing if they could hang on long enough. Forcing their Quirk to speed up was a rough move even on a good day and it was not going to end pleasantly for them.
Jon brought the heel of their boot down, intending to grind it on one of Cure’s bare feet and at the same time they jerked their head back, aiming to break a nose or a whole mouthful of teeth.
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Post by Isamu Suzuki on Jun 25, 2019 13:59:06 GMT
Damnable idiot, running after a retreating villain by themselves. Tracking usually wasn’t a rush job, but if Jon actually managed to catch up with the top-ten ranked villain… he didn’t like any of their odds in a direct conflict. Sure, they’d managed themselves in the cafeteria, but nothing so far had been what it seemed. The villains, the bombs, nothing about this night seemed right. He couldn’t figure out just what the goal of everything had been, but going off script and chasing a villain like this just filled him with unease.
And so he rushed with his tracking as fast as he could. Thankfully he had two scent trails to follow instead of just the one, which helped make the trail a bit more redundant to follow. Eventually something new reached his nostrils, an all-too-familiar scent: blood. The fur on his back not under the costume stood up, and he scowled, sweeping his gaze back and forth. It hadn’t come from the trail, so they were close to the source. He motioned for Ryuusei to hang back, then kept sniffing, following the scent to… an alleyway. Well that didn’t promise anything good. Keeping low, he just barely peeked around the corner long enough to get the current situation and then yanked his head back, backpedaling quietly, motioning Ryuusei to stay back.
He checked the gauntlet. They could call for help, but… the city was overburdened, with all manner of hero and vigilantes being scrammbeld to deal with what was starting to seem like a massive hoax… and every second they waited for proper backup was another second Lafayette didn’t have. Psycho Cure didn’t look to have any injuries, so all that blood had to be Lafayette’s. He dropped a message into the student chat first:
Shadowkat: We’ve found Lafayette-sempai and Psycho Cure. Need immediate medical attention and any back-up available. [location]
Followed by a text with a similar message to emergency services, again with his location.
Once clear of hearing range of the alley, he gave Ryuusei one of his remaining flashbangs, and then typed out a message to show to Ryuusei. “Psycho Cure has Lafayette as a hostage. I’m going to try and draw her off. That’s a flashbang, use that as a last resort along with that Ring of Steel if this goes south. Otherwise hang back. Lafayette needs serious medical attention.”
And with that, Isamu stepped into the alleyway, standing upright with his arms crossed over his chest. “Psycho Cure! Release Idiot-sempai and stand down. … Release him gently.”
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