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Post by Akemi Byron on Apr 18, 2019 12:03:01 GMT
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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]But I'm still here. [attr="class","rhythm"]  ❝ Wanna moment
to be real.
Wanna touch things
I don't feel. | A cloud-filled sky accompanied by an afternoon sun hung above Akemi’s head. The low hanging sun streaked the sky with red, the clouds responding with like. The metallic miss was not amiss in the scene around her, although her clanging footsteps would disagree, marring the rather picturesque silence of the scene around her. She was in a park not far from U.A., although still a walk worth complaining about, it was a serene scene. Rolling hills of fern green, a quaint playground with a young family or two and a rather large tree in the corner of the lot. Honestly? Akemi could nap there for hours. Putting up resistance against such aggressive tranquillity was hard.
She hadn’t been there long. Lying on a hill, her eyes closed but ears opened. The breeze was light, and the grass flowed with it, but she didn’t feel it; most gentle things flew under her radar. She sharply exhaled, trying to take the stress of the day with it. It wasn’t even that bad of a day, but a routine is a routine.
It was about that time. Rising to her feet, Akemi's heels digging into the soft soil, she rubbed her eyes, when she heard a crunch of fallen leaves. From the corner of a heavy eye, Akemi spotted something moving. Lifting her hefty head, she saw a cat! “Awww…” walking over the little thing, bending over to get closer, her palms on her knees. “What are you doing here little guy? You lost?” her tone almost babying the poor feline.
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quirk Cat
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Post by Isamu Suzuki on Apr 25, 2019 5:34:48 GMT
A little cloudy, but calm winds. An otherwise pleasant day—as much as a day could be pleasant for the naturally nocturnal—but otherwise a good time to field test some equipment. Accessible, but with plenty of space where he could keep to himself while working on his projects. Isamu had decided on a whim to get off of the campus for a bit—even getting outside of his dorm it still felt cramped being contained in the campus, despite how large it was. It was mostly psychological, he supposed, but either way he had packed up his things and headed off, finding his own hill to camp out on for the afternoon.
The cat-like student had his back to the girl, and was working on a small sphere of some kind, made out of a mix of metal supports and white plastic, with a small, dark round spot in the middle. He was hunched over it, a piece pulled off with a small circuit board and wiring exposed as he poked and prodded at the insides.
As Akemi got closer she might notice the backpack (with an open laptop on top of it) on one side, or the small toolbox sitting opened on the other side of him. Or, she might just realize the lost ‘cat’ was inexplicably wearing a dark t-shirt and shorts.
At the sound of someone approaching an ear flicked, but he seemed not to react… until the unknown visitor started to trying to baby him. He spun around, the device clutched to his chest in one hand, branding a small screwdriver in the other. “I’m not a cat, and I’m not lost. And I’m older than I look, so don’t even think about trying to send me home.”
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quirk Titanium
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Post by Akemi Byron on Apr 27, 2019 8:35:55 GMT
[attr="class","Im"]
[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]But I'm still here. [attr="class","rhythm"] ❝ Do ya
Wanna play
Catch | “Woaaaah. A talkin’ cat?” the young teen calmly flabbergasted. “A talkin’ cat wearing clothes and with a… Laptop? I must be dreamin’ or somethin’” scratching her head, the sound of metal brushing against metal rung out between them. I did just have a nap after all echoed through her mind. Eh, she could pinch herself later. Man, she’d have to tell her mom about this; she wouldn’t be able to believe it, especially since it was wielding a screwdriver have menacingly. It was so cute.
The desire to pat was overwhelming, if not for the uncontrollable strength, screwdriver pointed in her direction, and the fact she had no idea in the foggiest about talking cats. They could be explosive after all! No… That was a card game and was about kittens. But still, to be better safe than sorry.
“Whaddaya doin’ out here lil’ guy? And what’s with the uh… Uh…” a confused look planted itself on her face, as her eyebrow quirked upwards. “What even is that?” standing up short. “A baseball? I thought only dogs played catch and caught stuff. Even then…” holding her jaw in a pistol grip to match her rather profound looking face.
“It doesn’t look like a normal baseball- is that why cats don’t play fetch? Things are the wrong color?” That had to be it. “Man, you learn something new every day, dontchya?” almost pleased with herself. “So…” tapping her pointer fingers together, “Did ya wanna play catch? I’ve got a killer throwing arm~.”
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PLAYED BY Alphacat
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quirk Cat
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Post by Isamu Suzuki on Apr 27, 2019 13:53:38 GMT
Isamu rolled his eyes, not dropping the screwdriver even as he slowly figured out—through scent and sound—that it probably wouldn’t be a very effective deterrent in this situation. He scowled a little, tail lashing back and forth quickly. “I’m not a talking cat, I’m a talking human with a mutation quirk. So don’t get any ideas about petting me or anything like that.”
Just what he needed. Someone who decided to not even recognize that the ‘cat’ was working on some sensitive equipment and just… come around and accost him. With cuteness, no less. Ugh.
“Grr… I told you I’m older than I look, dammit. I’m easily as old as you are.” He carefully put his device down behind him—there was a small little tarp that he had been working on top of—and reached into his back pocket, pulling out his wallet and flipping it open to show both his U.A. student ID and a regular ID card. “Or so I’m going to assume based on your physical appearance, since you could easily be a different mental age and I wouldn’t know unless you told me, like I’ve just told you twice now. So knock off the ‘little guy’ stuff.”
“You… you really think that’s a baseball?” he continued in disbelief, despite there being a clear opening in it, and him holding a screwdriver to work on it. “That—” he said, pointing to it with his free hand after putting the wallet away, “is a camera drone that I’m working on. I came out here to do some field testing, not that it’s any of your business. It can fly on its own, so I will be extremely cross if you throw it, since I just finished putting it together.”
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