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PLAYED BY Fu
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quirk MENTAL TRANSMITTER
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alias Fu-chan
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Post by Futaba Himura on Mar 11, 2019 21:39:11 GMT
The cafeteria was fairly empty at the time. Most classes, outside of some general studies classes, were still in class. The students that were off either had gone home or were working on some sort homework. Fu had already completed most of her assignments for the day so she did not feel like doing much. Instead of festering in her room, Fu took her koto to the cafeteria and decided to clean it. It had gotten a bit worn out after some prolonged use after she transferred over to the general studies course. Wearing her uniform, she set up on one of the larger tables in the cafeteria. She had gotten tea from her room and prepared it so she had something to drink. She had taken the instrument out of her bag and placed the contact points on napkins so they would not get the dirt from the table.
Having a couple tsume on her left hand and a polishing cloth in the other, Fu got to work. Shinning the wooden instrument, Fu hummed to herself. She enjoyed the low murmur that was present in the cafeteria. Usually when the hero courses were out of session, the place would be beyond crowded. Plucking a string to make sure that the tuning was not changing greatly, Fu smiled a bit. It was a productive day so far. There was no regret in the girl. None at all. She was not missing the exciting hero study courses and her friends. There was no problem here. All was quiet. All was well.
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quirk ☠!Potion Factory!☠
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Post by Mikaku Dokumi on Mar 12, 2019 21:23:41 GMT
"Oh jesus~ Don't look at me like that~♫"Mikaku sang to himself as he walked down the hallway towards the cafeteria, his schoolbag casually slung over his shoulder. His blazer was hung on top of his bag, the sleeves on his school shirt rolled up to expose his decently toned arms. Only a large roll of bandage covered his left forearm, hiding the rather attractive red-purple bruise he had gained the day before. Being covered in bruises was the norm for many students in U.A but Mikaku liked to look nice, so for vanity's sake and so he didn't get too many questions from his peers he was sporting something that now made him look a little like he suffered from chuunibyou. To be honest, if asked he probably would play it off like that, that brightened up a situation way better than saying the truth, right?
"Look~ I promise~ I'll have a change of heart~♪"
Third year's schedules were more freeform, with most of them being on placements and the like. Today Mikaku was free, so with not much else to do (correction, not much else he wanted to do) he decided to wander around the school grounds in search of something fun to get involved in before he realised he probably should go and buy something to replenish his iron a bit more (okay, he could take a iron supplement courtesy of his family but they tasted gross...okay maybe he should use that, it was no time to be picky.) and he knew he had to keep his fluid intake up for at least another day so stopped off at the cafeteria. "Hello~ Thank you for working hard today as always, Miss Katou!!" He grinned at one dinner lady as he grabbed a bottle of drink. Humming the tune of the song he had sung when he went on that date with the cute little first year boy, Mikaku looked around to see where he should sit when he caught sight of... "Hey hey~~ Fu-chan??" Wasn't that Futaba? "What you doin' here~?" He asked as he walked over to her. Was that an okoto??
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quirk MENTAL TRANSMITTER
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alias Fu-chan
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Post by Futaba Himura on Mar 12, 2019 22:54:30 GMT
Fu took a sip from her tea, looking over her instrument. It was starting to look a bit better. When she played it back home, it would stay in immaculate conditions as her practice room was squeaky clean. Her mother would clean the main area of their practise room and Fu would take care of the dusting. Even as she got older, her mother did not let her clean most things in the room. She ran the household after all. She did help Fu in improving her cooking skill and showed her how to clean most types of surfaces properly. It was a fun bonding time between the two.
Getting up to grab a bowl of ramen, Fu asked if the staff minded if she would take the teapot to her desk. After voicing no objections, she took the teapot with the green tea she preferred. After getting back to her seat, she placed the ramen bowl and teapot in front of her. Pushing the koto forward so she had room to eat, Fu dug into the ramen. Finishing the bowl fairly quickly, she returned to working on her koto. She was about halfway done when she heard a familiar voice.
It was Mika!
Turning towards the voice, she gave Mika a soft smile. "Where else should I be? I'm done with classes after all!" She giggled a bit, before taking a sip from tea again. It dawned on her then that Mika might have not known of recent events. "Errr, I quit hero studies. I'm in general studies now."
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quirk ☠!Potion Factory!☠
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Post by Mikaku Dokumi on Mar 14, 2019 21:05:36 GMT
"Ahhh I see~ Didn't realise gen ed finish earlier!" Mikaku nodded, returning her smile. "Didn't know you switched, when was that?" He tilted his head in question as he sat down next to the girl catching sight of a girl from 2-E and waving at her before he went back round to Futaba, pulling out a small designer looking pouch out of his schoolbag. "Sorry, don't mind me I gotta take supplements like hell for the next week cos I was a bit stupid af." As the third year explained, he pulled out a whole bunch of bottles, taking out a selection of 30 pills expertly into his hand. Thinking about it, wasn't there a way to just...make it all into one pill? Okay maybe it would be so big he couldn't swallow it. Hey, maybe something to work on next time... Even if he could reduce it to like...10 that would be great. to be honest maybe he shouldn't have pulled so much blood from himself in hindsight as it probably wasn't necessary (to be honest he should have used more saliva from the start too which would have reduced the amount he had to pull.) but...well, even Mr laid back- aka Mikaku Dokumi sometimes panicked. Just a bit. He started to pour the various pills and capsules in, 10 at a time into his mouth before taking a swig of water, and so on. It was so weird, even with his quirk making his body a very strange one, he still needed nutrients like a normal human. Kinna a shit design, he always thought, if he was honest. |
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alias Fu-chan
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Post by Futaba Himura on Mar 15, 2019 0:58:28 GMT
Mika was such a relaxed person. Ever since meeting him for the first time, she enjoyed his presence. Compared to her brother, he was rather more reserved compared to Ryuu. Ryuu was very expressive around her. Often laughing and hugging her and such. Her mother and father were the same way. Very high energy and often very expressive. Fu was the opposite. She was reserved and quiet most of the time. She would get chatty with people if she knew them long enough but most people did not feature in this. Ryuga, Daiki, her family, and Mika were the only people she would talk to for an extended period of time.
"I-I changed over a couple weeks ago. Quirk Training class made me realise that it was not for me. So I'm in general now!" Fu smiled, drinking a bit of tea. As Mika was messing about with the bottle, she tilted her head. Was he using his quirk on himself? Maybe. She did not want to ask why he was doing this. Looking away for a bit, Fu eventually asked
"I'm surprised you didn't react to the news. Most people, especially in my new class, were shocked someone would give hero course." Fu shrugged before eating some noodles. "Never suited me anyway. Should have not lied to myself."
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quirk Heavy Metal
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Post by Jon Lafayette on Mar 15, 2019 14:59:07 GMT
“So, what are ya wearin’?” Pressing the slim, green phone against their ear, Jon riffled nosily through their schoolbag with a knowing grin, ignoring the jab of a mechanical pencil as they dug further for their intended target. They had paused from their trek down a UA hallway and leaned against the nearest wall to ease the ache in their right hip. It’d been giving them guff all morning and like the responsible person they were, Jon ignored it. Another twinge had them hitching up on toes and they nearly lost their grip on the phone, resulting in a quick scramble to catch it. Muttering a curse under their breath, the teen firmly lodging it between their head and shoulder and went back to scrounging.
“Cute,” came the rough reply, the whine of a machine jarring the normally monotone tone, followed by a grunt and a hollow clang of metal. “Your French is becoming more atrocious every year.”
“You wound me, bro. But seriously.”
The thin sigh came through as more static than sound and Jon waited their time, letting the silence hang between them, knowing their brother would eventually answer. “Dirty overalls and boots.”
“That sounds hot.”
“Jonny.” There was the lilt of exasperation in his tone and Jon’s grin widened almost painfully. One point for them. “Aren’t you suppose to be in class right now?”
“Ooo, breaking out the English. Is Mac there?” Finding the tangled cords, Jon yanked their earphones from their bag, dislodging a partially chewed piece of gum in its wrapper, two yen coins and a blue crayon. “Your silence says everything. It’s all good broski, I know you like to act cool and aloof in front of your assist-”
“Was there a reason to you actually calling me at work? Other than to torment my every waking moment.” Another clang of metal and a hiss of steam echoed from the receiver.
“Isn’t that why I exist?” Jon peeled the money from the gum and pocketed it in their uniform’s pants pocket before nonchalantly dropping the gum back in their bag. Fingers tugged on their tie until it felt less like a noose. “Wanted to know if you were busy this weekend? Thought I’d drop by and dish on the hot gossp.”
“Sorry,” came the automatic response. “I don’t know if I can get away from the shop at all. We got in an order from the Rose family and it’s a custom rush. I had to pull everyone off of everything to get it finished by Monday.”
Jon scoffed, “Come on, dude, you’re the boss. You’re suppose to be up in a cramped office, doing paperwork and whatever junk proper bosses do.” Bending at the waist, they wiggled a finger into the small gap in their socket and itched as best they could with the restriction of their pant’s leg. They’d gone with trusty Martha that morning, the aptly named sturdy ol’ gal that was their go to daily prosthetic. It was a simplistic knee joint, pole and vaguely foot shaped to fit their favorite lime green sneakers they were wearing. With a pair of thick, blue and green stripped socks, they were a perfect fit.
“Like mom and pop?”
“Hey, they were better at making stuff then actually running anything, but that’s why they had you.” Jon straightened just as a few students turned around the corner and headed past the teen. “Besides,” they dropped their voice slightly. “If I hide the body, then there’s no problem in getting caught.” That earned them a few quick side glances before the group moved on.
“Stop tormenting your classmates.” The exacerbation was clear and poignant in his tone.
Jon cackled, sharply pleased their brother called them on their shenanigans. “Please. If they can’t handle me at my Rawr Ex Dee, then they don’t deserve me at my Bitch Lasagna.”
There was an exceptionally long pause and Jon reveled in it. They could hear the faint reverb of the PA system calling Alex’s name to the front office. “Jonny,” he said skeptically, “I don’t know what that means.”
The painful snort was worth the sigh on the other line. This might have been a record for the longest their brother stayed on the phone with them. Another point for them.
“Anyways, how are you doing?” Jon gave a noncommittal reply, prompting him to add, “How’s the peg leg?”
“Hobbling along just fine, brotato chip.” Hiking their pack on their shoulder, Jon set off down the hallway again, heading for the cafeteria. They caught the buttons of their jacket, undoing a few of them to reveal the loose, white tank top under it and the hidden binder beneath it. Dressing in layers sucked. “In fact, I was just gonna grab a snack before heading off to my forbidden lover, bed-chan.” Actually they probably had proper student things to do, like study but that was boring.
“What about dinner?”
“What about it?” Jon parroted back. Was it time for supper? It didn’t seem that late and finding the time required them to peel the phone from their face but that also required too much effort.
“Are you actually going to eat a proper meal or raid the vending machines again?”
“Pu-lease, like I got the cash for that. I was just gonna graze the common room couches for loose change and dropped snacks. One time I found a half packet of slightly melted M&Ms.”
“That’s disgusting. Even for you.” Alex chuckled at the light scoff and Jon could hear his name being called again over the line. “I’m being serious. You need to eat more than junk.”
“Does it help if I say they were peanut M&Ms?”
“Not even the slightest. I expect you to eat something in the next hour.”
“Yeah, yeah,” they brushed off the request with a eye roll. “Okay, dad.”
“I mean it. I better see a photograph of a proper meal.”
“You’re such an old man, who says photograph?”
“I will call mom,” he threatened.
Jon gasped dramatically and their sneakers squeaked along the hallway floor as they jerked to a stop. They pressed a hand to their sternum despite their brother being unable to see them. “That’s dirty play, old man.” Stony silence answered them and the teen grumbled out, “Fine. You’ll get your photo, you monster.”
“Love you too. I have to go Jonny, lets get together next weekend. All right?”
Giving an exaggerated, put upon sigh, Jon continued on to the cafeteria and made a beeline to the lunch lines, butting in between two other students who paid the short teen no mind. “I dunno, I might be busy then, got lots of things and stuff to do.” They smiled absently, looking over the drink options and dug for a small bag of cookies in a nearby bin. “I guess I can pencil you in.”
“Good,” Alex replied, warmth seeping into his tone. “Now eat.”
“Aye, aye, captain.” Phone call over and their daily ‘annoy the elder brother’ quota filled, Jon plucked out a pair of chocolate chip cookies packaged in a pink plastic baggie, cute little dinosaur characters plastered across the front of it. They followed it up with a can of soda and scrubbed their hands through the thick, green dreads in thoughtful prose. Eh, this was a decent enough to start off with.
The lunch room was fairly empty and devoid of the usual faces as Jon scanned the area for a place a sit. They could have easily sat at the closet empty table but that was boring and they were not about that. They hummed triumphantly, spotting a familiar classmate and shuffled off toward Mika and another student with the precision of a drunk shark.
Why y’all sittin’ at the loser table?” They mused cheerfully and dropped their school bag unceremoniously on the seat next to them. Jon sank into the spot across from Mika and the girl, giving a very satisfied groan at being off their feet and made no mention of joining said loser table.
“Sup dude and...,” they paused, taking in Fu and the large instrument on the table, finding neither jogged anything in their memory. “uh, you.” They shot the girl a quick finger gun and a wink before giving a light toss of their head to settle their hair to pull the top half section up and back. They had snapped the previous hairband during class, creating a brief projectile disruption, and had stopped by their room to grab another. Twisting it around to make a sloppy bun, it sagged under the carelessness but held.
Dropping their hands atop of the table, Jon leaned forward in a heavy dramatic sprawl and eyed the nondescript pills Mika had and straightened a little. “Oh dang, you carrying? Put me down for a dime bag.” Anyone who’d spent more then five minutes with Jon would know not to take anything they said seriously.
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quirk ☠!Potion Factory!☠
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Post by Mikaku Dokumi on Mar 16, 2019 1:33:41 GMT
"Wellllll~ Hero work is like.. not for everyone I think. If it's like...for anyone, even. It's a lot of work and stress and I dunno man~ I'm just in it for the ride cos I have to be. Can't be born with this kinna quirk and you know, not use it for the good of the world, apparently, that's almost a crime." Mikaku shrugged, passing off what he said as if it was a joke as he threw more pills into his mouth and swallowed them down. Watching Ryuusei for so long now he really didn't know what WAS a right motive anymore, was it really the right thing to put everything you have, give up on your teenage years where you could be having fun, give up on relationships, give up on being yourself, everything just to be the hero everyone wants you to be? It just...sounded a bit wrong to him. But he supposed it was a kettle teapot situation as really at the end of the day he would do whatever his parents told him to, as that was their little agreement for him to have his artificial freedom. He knew he couldn't really get away from who he was, his background or his lifeplan that already was all written out. But he liked to pretend he could, at least for now. "But hey! For those who can get away I fully support it! You be you, I think that's best." He said with a trademark smile before his attention was taken by....someone dumping their bag on the seat nearby. That was... Jon L from A, right? Mikaku knew everyone's name and face in 3rd and 2nd year and as their aesthetic looked pretty damn unique, he remembered them. Never spoken to them though, well...until now. "Hey, Jon-kun from 3-A~ Ahahaha I WOULD give you some but I'm pretty sure it would burn a hole in your stomach, something you probably reallll~y don't want, and what's worse then I'd have to treat you, and it would undo all this drugging up I'm doing on myself and seeing as we've just met, it must mean you've been doing pretty well for the last 2 years not to know me personally so I'd keep it that way~! Sorry honey♡" He replied with a wink. It was true, this person must have never had any external injuries in the school events so never ended up having to ingest any part of Mikaku's bodily fluids, which was, probably a good thing! Usually A students were crazy af and went really mad at events but well, maybe the other teen only had ever been treated by Naibun-sensei... |
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Post by Futaba Himura on Mar 16, 2019 3:02:39 GMT
Fu smiled a bit, nodding along to what Mika said. He seemed to understand her the most compared to other people that she had talked to. Some people said she was throwing her future away while others said that she never deserved to be there. It was an odd time for Futaba Himura. The young Himura's ears peaked up a bit. "It is not, Mika. We are born into families and responsibilities that we should examine why we do them. I contemplate leaving school ever since I got here. I know it's a bit too late for you but if you ever get the thought of doing something else, do it." Fu gave him a warm smile before taking sip from the tea. It was all very peaceful until it was not.
Jon? Another one of Ryuu-chans classmates that he did not tell me about. Interesting. Him and Ryuu-chan probably get on. I wonder why he never told me about him.
Fu sighed a bit, getting up quickly so she could move her koto into the bag she transported it with. No need with it being damaged because some over energetic boy. After storing the koto, she sat in front of her food. "I am Himura Futaba, formerly of 1-A, but now of general studies. I am the younger sister of Himura Ryuusei. Nice to meet you..." Jon reminded him someone who would pick on her in middle school. It made her shutter. Drinking some more tea to push the thoughts out of her head, Fu asked Mika
"Would you mind telling Ryuu-chan that he should call mother more?"
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Post by Jon Lafayette on Mar 18, 2019 15:20:51 GMT
That was a whole lot of talking in one breath, almost enough to put Jon to shame and their crooked grin didn’t waver at the logical denial. “Ah,” they nodded solemnly, lowering their voice conspiratorially, “I get it,” and tapped their nose twice. “Keeping it on the down low. That’s smart. Make it harder to trace back to you. We can talk later.” They made a vague shushing motion as if to cut off any further conversation.
Drumming their hands in a quick, tuneless beat on the table, they busied themselves with noisily tearing into their package of cookies, struggling briefly before catching the edge between teeth and tugged. “Shockingly, I enjoy my soft squishy insides staying inside this mortal coil.” They shoved half of a cookie in their mouth, voice muffled. “I know, weird right?”
Outside of checking in meds with Naibun and dealing with the occasional migraine and bloody nose, those were oh so fun to deal with; Jon made it their personal mission to stay far away from the nurse’s station. Even if they needed it, but that was a whole separate issue that didn’t need to be Dr. Phil-ed. It was too much like a doctor’s office and that was one step too close to a hospital and the thought alone had them bouncing a knee in agitation. It lasted all of three seconds while they chewed quickly, barely remembering that most people didn’t appreciate cookie crumbs spewed at them.
“Oh yeah, this hot mess,” Jon gestured grandly to themselves, “is all skill, baby.” Shoving the rest of the cookie in their mouth, they swiped a thumb along the top of their can of soda before popping it with a click and a light hiss of carbonation. Mikaku. Jon had seen the guy in passing, Naibun talked a lot about him in the traditional, good student, hard worker. Extremely cute, Jon thought. Not bad on the eyes, either.
The adorable girl moved to put away the instrument and Jon struggled with the name, definitely seeing it on tv in the occasional random movie. Taking a long swig, they made sure to set the can further away from it, especially if it was expensive. Futaba introduced herself as a first year and it made all the more sense why they didn’t recognize her. As harsh as it sounded, first years came and went and it sounded like this one went. Still, nothing wrong with general studies, that shit was tough.
Wiping their hand quickly on their pant’s leg, Jon reached across the table and bared a heavily drawn on hand to shake. Little swirls, hearts and stars drawn in boredom during class trailed from their thumb, winding up and around their wrist. The crisp sleeve of their uniform jacket with edges faintly stained with pen ink where they’d been careless, hid the rest of their masterpiece of tedium learning.
“Jon Lafaytte,” they replied cheerily, the faintest accent catching on their surname. “You can just call me Jon or Jonny if you like. JB if ya nasty, wont hold it against ya. Cool dude, first year, rough huh?” They nodded encouraging and picked up their soda again. It’d been some sort of limited edition kind, sakura flavor, whatever that was. Tasted different. “I’ll toast to that.”
Ryuusei. Why did that name-- Jon snapped their fingers. “Dragon Ball Z, yeah.” It helped to stick dumb nicknames to proper names and stoic boy was so far from the action anime, it made absolute sense to the teen. “Huh,” the mused over their drink. “I can see a little of the family resemblance around the chin. How’s it like living with him? Is he like, super serious snape all the time or what?”
“Oh hey,” Jon interjected between the brief lull of Mika answering Himura. “Is that good?” They pointed with two fingers, still clutching the nearly empty can and sloshed the liquid inside, at the food that’d been sitting beside the girl. “Is it healthy? And if so, can I take a pic of it?” They were already digging into their pocket for their cell phone. “My bro is riding my ass about,” they made finger quotations and a face to match the feeling. “proper nutrition. Like, dude, I only let the finest of refined sugars and,” they squinted at the listed ingredients on the side of their soda. “... Potassium sorbate pass through these luscious lips.”
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quirk ☠!Potion Factory!☠
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Post by Mikaku Dokumi on Mar 19, 2019 19:16:35 GMT
"Ahahaha well~ I suppose!" Mikaku knew in reality this wasn't the case, at least for him. And really, as bad as the pain was when he used his quirk, as slightly fucked as he was right now due to overusing said quirk, ultimately, he guessed he was lucky he had been given what he had by his parents to be able to have saved someone from being permanently disfigured or...die. Mind you, he had no idea how his parents managed to produce a kid with a quirk like his (he suspected some slight dodgy selective DNA splicing back when he was just a tiny embryo...or something like that, it sounded in line with something Dokumi Medicals would have done as an experiment.) but well, yesterday was the first time he had seriously been glad his quirk was what it was.
GODDAMN!
Why such serious thoughts today?
Oh man......Maybe Ryuusei's serious was rubbing off on him... This was bad. He had to go out all night and put off his assignment he had to work on tonight or hell lose his own fun loving, hedonistic, easy going personality!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!! Nuuuuu!Ok ok, back to the topic on hand. "Huh?? What, Ryuutan's not been calling home? Man, total taint to his honor student image huh?" Mikaku laughed, though he had a feeling he knew why. But he shouldn't be getting involved. As much as he liked saying himself and Futaba's brother were friends, he knew they weren't, in the true sense. They were just co workers, peers in the same school and year. He had no friends. But then, neither did the other as far as he knew. Kinna sad really. "Leave it to me, Fu-chan~ I'll let him know. And!! Stand there make him to it at lunch time tomorrow!" He added with a cheerful grin before turning to their lunch table guest, shaking their well decorated hand. Wow, someone had been super bored... "Dragonball...Z...?" Huh. He didn't get the reference that he was assuming there was. Wasn't that a really old anime? Though he was glad he wasn't the only one who asked that question to Futaba about Ryuusei... See? He wasn't the weird one! Everyone thought it! "Heh...you need healthy meal photos? I can hook you up with that daily if you want." Forever the responsible medic, of course the support student would offer such services... "Cos I have to eat actually healthily so..."
One would never suspect this to be the son of Japan's largest medical cooperation, but well, that's how Mikaku rolled.
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quirk MENTAL TRANSMITTER
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alias Fu-chan
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Post by Futaba Himura on Mar 25, 2019 1:53:59 GMT
'What was wrong with this guy?' Fu wondered watching the boy that had joined them a few moments ago. He seemed like the usual U.A. student that Fu heard about. Arrogant, conceded, and thinks they are better than the rest the school. He probably was the typical hero who is just there for the fame. He doesn't want to do good in the world, he just wants to make money. It was pathetic. Was Fu being a bit quick to judge the third year? Maybe but Fu is usually not one to cast judgements onto people. Usually people would do the same to her. She would overhear people gossiping about her not only at her old school but also at U.A now. When the conversation moved to food and anime, Fu's focus shifted a bit. It really did not concern her what people were eating. Why would it? People are so pushy sometimes.
Taking a sip from the tea she had, she asked the new boy "My brother never mentions people in his class. What do you think of him? He never tells me and I'm just wondering..." Fu was genuinely curious what he thought of her brother. She never got an honest answer from her brother. He usually would just wave off her question. Usually point it in the direction of her and ask if she was getting along with her classmates. Taking another sip of tea, Fu added "Mika-san, I'm having a music demonstration later this week and I would love for you to come!"
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quirk Heavy Metal
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Post by Jon Lafayette on Mar 26, 2019 15:38:12 GMT
Shaking Mika’s hand was a small pleasure amongst few, the boy had to have been using some extra fine lotion and Jon squeezed happily, mindful of their own rough calloused one. The same hand remained extended toward Futaba a moment longer before it retreated with a light flourish of fingers in a slow wave. Not everyone was cool with handshakes and Jon could respect that, their ego no worse for wear. They grabbed the other cookie to follow it’s brethren’s dire fate, scattering crumbs along the tabletop. This time they took a smaller, more civil bite and chewed with their mouth closed.
“Oh damn son, for realsies?” So much for civil and they scrambled to sit up right from their slouch they were slowly sliding into. “Hell yeah, help a brother out.” They flipped their phone out, unlocking it with a swipe of their thumb and held it out for Mika to take. A few standard apps intermixed with the most popular social media icons dotted the front and stood out against the background image of a stack of waffles with blue paint spattered across them in a flittering attempt at art and terrible joke rolled into one.
“Pop your digits in, grab mine and you can text me anytime.” An amused laugh bubbled up from them in a low chuckle. “Playing the system one fake pic at a time,” they muttered and took another sip from their soda, managing to spill it in the too quick drink. “Shit,” they grumbled, brow furrowing slightly as they brushed the liquid from the front of their jacket before it could stain. Jon only succeeded in making sure the sugary drink soaked further into the lighter material and gave a subtle defeated shrug. No use crying over spilt soda now.
Once their phone was handed back to them, Jon sent a quick smilie face text to Mika to ensure they had the right number and set it down on the table beside him. “Boo to healthy food, that stuffs overrated. If I can’t vibrate myself through a wall with the amount of caffeine and sugar I have in my system, then really, what kind of life is that worth living for.” They punctuated their line with another swig of soda and looked back to the girl when she asked about her brother.
Jon gave a long, serious pause and hummed thoughtfully. “You really shouldn’t give me that kind of power over Dragonball. I could say anything.” Another pause as they shifted in their seat, drawing a hand under their right thigh to settle their prosthetic and ease the imaginary pinch in their nonexistent knee. They pondered with an exaggerated, deliberate importance.
“A part of me wants to say, I ain’t no snitch, but,” they grinned, catching the tip of their tongue between their teeth, only just to keep from playing with the black ring in their lower lip. “but, your bro’s kinda a wet sock. Dryer lint has more charm than DBZ, I mean seriously, dryer lint is at least warm and soft and strangely cuddly. Not that I know from experience because that’s weird.”
“He’s also got that bad boy vibe without the actual bad boy, you know what I mean?” Jon made a pointed look at Mika. “You get what I mean. That whole,” they made a wide grand gesture of nothingness as if trying to scoop the words from the air in front of them. “Stoic, don’t talk to me or my adorable puppy I adopted from a home that burnt down. Like, okay John Wick.” They held up a hand, palm out as if to ward off an imaginary foe.
“Also, pretty sure he’s a top. Sorta radiates that top energy. Or maybe a bratty bottom.” Jon zoned out for a brief moment, drawing a hand under their chin. “Mmm, boi that would be something huh. A nice wrench in the cogwheels of life.”
Admitted, Ryuusei and Jon ran with different crowds, their circle of friends hardly connecting like a venn diagram. In fact Jon wasn’t so sure Ryuu’s friendships were circular in nature, more semi circle if they were being generous. “I’m surprised Dragonball never mentioned me, I am pretty amazeballs.”
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PLAYED BY Ramune
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quirk ☠!Potion Factory!☠
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Post by Mikaku Dokumi on Mar 29, 2019 21:46:19 GMT
“Welllll~ Seeing as Ryuutan didn’t even mention ME, his very best friend to you Fu-chan I dunno if you can believe him about his school life anymore…”
Mikaku said in mock dramatics. Ofcourse, saying the two were best friends was well beyond an over exaggeration, sure he probably spoke at the black haired teen more than anyone else in their year, and they worked in the same agency as Ryuusei transferred to his one this year, but that’s about it. He was well aware the other student was just like him- they actually had no real friends.
“Oh~ Music demo? Where? When? I’ll try my best to be there so just tell me the info!”
The support student nodded, he had promised the younger girl he would, afterall.
“Sure thing, here! I’ll… take it from a different angle next time as I doubt you take food photos for Instagram...”
Mikaku shook his phone to exchange numbers with the other 3rd year, before sending a rather beautiful and totally nutritionally balanced meal photo to the other.
“Hahaha...well, if I don’t eat controlled diets then it messes up my quirk AND I’ll have a hard time later so I kinna have to…”
He explained, pointing at the bottles. Though this wasn’t the norm, even for him, he usually only had 10 of those pills…
He was drinking while Jon spoke about Ryuusei and he almost choked on his drink, only managing to not completely die from water going the wrong way by whacking himself hard in the chest.
“AHAHAHAHAHA OH MAN…”
Well, at least he wasn’t the only one who felt like Ryuusei just needed to relax, he was laughing so hard tears were coming to his eyes, partially also from him almost choking.
“...I’d...say...he’s totally a bratty bottom…you know...the pissy, fed up look he gives if you get him annoyed...that’s what seals his fate...”
He managed to gasp between his hysterics.
“...ahhh… I wonder if Ryuutan’s sneezing right around now…”
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quirk MENTAL TRANSMITTER
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Post by Futaba Himura on Apr 14, 2019 1:37:30 GMT
Futaba lit up when Mika said he would come. It excited her to show her friends her music. One of the few times people recognised her back home was when she played. Most of the time it was people older than her who would praise her. They were the ones who had refined tastes and gravitated towards the traditional music. Yeah, some of the older men were creepy but it could be worse. Eating little more from her food, Fu waited for Jon to respond to her question. At first it did not make sense to her. What does he mean with bottom energy? Was that some hero term that people in the upper hero courses use? Was it some term they used what sort of work they will do? Those thoughts were erased after Mika starting laughing.
They were making fun of her, clearly. Mika was laughing because Jon made fun of her. Of course Jon would make fun of her. He seemed like a rude person anyway. Getting up and picking up her instrument, Fu gave a small bow to Mika. She was not in the mood to deal with this. If she wanted to deal with this, she still would be in Otaru. Leaving the bowl on the table, Fu carried the large instrument all the way back to her room.
Of course Mika was not her friend. She should have listened to her brother. Mika should have not been trusted. The only reason he talked to her was to know about her brother. Oh well, Fu had to learn. People in the school were awful. That is just how it is.
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PLAYED BY Blue
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quirk Heavy Metal
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Post by Jon Lafayette on Apr 22, 2019 15:55:16 GMT
Jon snorted, “The only thing I use Instagram for is checking out hawt babes and cats and if I’m lucky, both.” It was actually more a smorgasbord of oddities from nail art tutorials to what the new Tasty recipe was back in the United States and five second crafts that were a totally rip off. God, did they want to make one of those slime ones. They stirred from their random daydream of holographic glitter and gooey textures to the delightful, photographic display of one damn fine looking plated meal via text message.
“Shit, that is nice.” They squinted at it, bringing the screen closer to their face till it nearly touched their nose in their scrutiny and they brow scrunched together. “Too nice for me, my bro totally wont buy that’s mine.” Jon saved it anyways, just in case and shoved their phone back in their pocket.
“Dude, that sucks.” The edge of bluntness was softened by the sympathetic nod toward the bottles. They, though not in quantity, were a familiar sight. If Jon could just never take another damn pill in their life, that would suit them just fine. “You gotta do what you gotta do.” They shrugged with consideration, knowing their own Quirk strains. “Should really incorporate more iron in my diet, but short of gnawing on a spoon, doubt it’d actually do any good.” Was there iron in actual silverware? They shoved the last of their crumbling cookie into their mouth and crinkled up the wrapper, setting it to the side. It slowly expanded with only a light protest.
“Spitters are quitters,” Jon replied cheerily as they watched Mika try not to choke to death, leaning forward slightly in their chair as if debating if they needed to get up and help slap the student’s back. It was a wonderful reaction, one they’d hadn’t exactly gotten used to, but occasionally expected. They often had that effect and it warmed their soul and fed that inner desire for attention. Jon glanced at the girl beside the medical student, nose crinkling a little when she didn’t share in the same amusement.
“Tell me about it,” they chuckled, winking at Fu. Ryuusei was ever the dramatic soul, in his own very, subdued special way and obviously a sibling would have known that. Fu had to have had a front row seat to everything that made up their fellow third year. “Eh, Dragonball needs a little excitement in his life, the ol’ stick in the mud.” And if a sneezing fit was in their future, well, that just proved how popular he was.
The scrape of Futuba’s chair drew their attention back to her as she stood, gathering her instrument. Jon watched with fascination as she tucked the large contraption away and gathered in hand. Oh wait, was she leaving? The girl hadn’t really talked to them very much but hey, not everyone was talkative and they honestly didn’t even have to introduce themselves, but they did. Dragonball had a sister, which was a lot more then they knew. It hadn’t been so much an observation as it’d been as a blunt statement. “See ya later, Fufu,” they raised their voice, giving a friendly wave that wasn’t returned and then gave a soft laugh to themself in unintentional enjoyment at the sound of the girl’s shortened name. That sounded fantastic to them. Fufu, like a little laugh.
Jon stared after the departed Futuba and in the waning silence, gave a puzzled drawn out noise, finding it didn’t sit right at her leaving like that. “Uh, did I say something wrong?” Glancing at Mika, they gave a not entirely guiltless shrug. “Maybe I should have gone with calling Dragonball a switch?”
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