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Post by Daiki Satou on May 9, 2019 0:41:15 GMT
[attr="class","sinner"] [attr="class","sinner1"] [attr="class","sinback"] [attr="class","sinnert"] Tragedy. A profound concept, somewhere in every single persons life at some point or another. It can take form in countless ways. Regret, loss, envy, failure. Sitting in silence laid back on his bed the clothed guy stared up at the ceiling. Idly spinning a basketball on his right index finger, he considered what this all meant. What, one might ask? The answer is someone special to him falling victim to something no Hero can save. A disease that has run rampant amidst Humanity for generations on generations and something that you never really expect to hit so close to home, but it just hit the closest person to him. Fu Himura, Cancer. His girlfriend if put another way. What can a Hero do to save people from sickness? The question itself seems obvious, 'nothing'. Though Daiki insisted on beating his head against a wall. Maybe there's someone with a quirk out there that can fix Fu's condition. There must be, someone that can regress a persons condition. As if a centralized rewinding of somebodies person. Though that doesn't fix the problem either. Maybe instead there's somebody that can utilize erratic and chaotic cells, which could pull them from her body safely. It was all so wishy washy, and the bouncing back and forth in his head was truly getting him nowhere. It was nothing compared to the dawning realization that while everyone jumped the gun in supporting Fu. He remained quiet, quieter than ever. He'd faced bad times before but death wasn't ever a prospect. The ambitious idea of Hero work is that you never experience a lost life. You save everyone and you stop anyone that'd harm anyone else. That's the ideal way of seeing it, the reality? There will be... Bad times. Could be mistakes. What could he do? Just walk up to her and... His phone went off, and he pulled it up from his side to look at the contents of a message. It was the student board with a new alias being displayed. Did someone change their name or was it a new guy? Pulling up the screen and tapping away he engaged in a bit of a conversation. The idea of what he read just... Agitated him more. To bring life into the world, something beautiful and precious only to exploit it like some sick demented slave-making factory was something that is invincible in Hero society. Hero work affected parenting but Hero work doesn't bother addressing what it impacted so much. The lives that are subject to servitude for the betterment of someones PR. It... It's just unfortunate. Fu, Raphael, this transfer student Teresa and who else was here specifically because of their family and not because of their wishes? The former two at least seem passionate about their circumstance even if the first is... Hurting. This new transfer student just seems empty, having repressed their feelings so deep that not even talking comes naturally. Forced to speak a certain way, dress as instructed, act as enforced. Hero work can only be done by the passionate, because anything less while ultimately more help than harm still breeds injustice. Toxic emotions brew like mold and great people become calloused and twisted reflections of themselves because of abuse. He didn't want that to happen after his time as a Pro-Hero. He wanted to change that. Ending his chatter with the other student with some paraphrase of 'I'm on my way', he got up fully clothed and pushed open the door. He just had to go door by door since he'd forgotten to ask which room was hers, but if she was a new transfer she was likely on the second unoccupied floor. Whether right or wrong eventually he'd find the room. Knocking on it several times he just... Waited for an answer. When the door was open, arms lightly folded in front of himself he offered a gentle smile. " Hey, may I come in? It's Satou Daiki, or Anthem from the chat. Hatsune Kato will be coming to talk to, he's bringing tea. If you need any help with moving in just let me know too." He'd say before allowing her to answer. 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Post by Teresa Collins on May 9, 2019 1:39:24 GMT
She had gotten off the computer, not expecting them all to ask to many questions. Of course she was doing this for her family, why else would she be here? Looking around the room she noticed that she still had several unpacked boxes, mostly of books she is supposed to read to keep up with her tutors wishes, and several of the Collins family's many ventures. Her thoughts did not drift as she looked through the box and deemed it to be in the wrong end of the room. She easily picked up the box as if it was nothing. This was her quirk. Her father called it "King's Might".It was a quirk that was more or less part of the Collins family since the first person who had it. Setting down the box, she looked over to her table and noticed it held her vitamins and medicines to help her heart. The downside to her monstrous strength was that it was heavy on her heart as well as her muscles. Any normal person would have just lived a simple life rather than push their body to it's limits, but she was simply a tool for her father to use. Nothing more. She wore the dress she came in with (the one in her profile pic) and when she was shown around by the student named Riku. Her bed was already made properly with her black and red sheets and comforter. Her three stuffed animals a lion, a teddy bear, and a black dog, was set carefully on it. They were given to her by her mother and each held a secret compartment within them in the back. Her desk was on the opposite wall and held more heavy boxes. She started to shelf the books within the box. Her hair was still up and in the back held by a clip and a feather pendant. She was the picture perfect student. The picture perfect daughter. The picture perfect hero her father wanted to represent the company and family.
Her life up until this moment was spent in solitude and quiet. The only people she was allowed to visit were select few kids her father deemed 'worthy' of the Collins' time and the tutors she was to have to teach her from home. She never went to school until her father told her to pack her bags for UA Academy. Being around so many people was concerning for her. She had little to no actual social skills other than the fake presence she had to keep up in England for her father at parties and Collins Group meetings. She was to be silent and the perfect daughter. The perfect tool to be used for her father's wishes. The chat was simply a test to see if she could handle talking to others, even if it was online. It turned out that it was more troublesome than she had anticipated. They asked so many questions and did not understand what she was saying, it would seem. She was here to do as she was ordered and become a hero. The test to gain entry to the school was easy enough with her skill. Her might was nothing to be messed with. At the last moment, she pulled two sets of picture frames out of the box. One picture was of Tessa, her mother, and her father posing for the picture and looking calm and composed with only her mother and Tessa smiling gently at the camera. Her father's cold glance could send chills down her spine. The other picture was of her mother and father posing for the camera when they were first married. It was the only picture she had of her father smiling, even if it was slight.
A knock was heard at the door and she glanced at it with a questioning look. She had read that the one named Anthem was coming over, but she had thought that was simply talk. Plus she hadn't told him what room she was in. Perhaps she was easy to find. After all, the transfer student from England was not hard to miss. The student in front of her did not cause surprise. He looked the type to be a hero. Tessa curtsied as she stepped back to allow him access into her room. "Come in, Satou Daiki, I did not think you would actually show up." Her tone could be conveyed brutally honest, after all, she was ordered to never lie. Why start lying now? Her tone was also monotone and emotionless, a reflection of the empty vessel she was meant to be. "My name is Teresa Collins, I am the new transfer student of 1-A. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I hope I did not stir up trouble within the chat. It was an experiment for me to try to talk to others."
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Post by Daiki Satou on Jun 13, 2019 2:17:57 GMT
[attr="class","sinner"] [attr="class","sinner1"] [attr="class","sinback"] [attr="class","sinnert"] He accepted the invitation inside. The room looked to be in the final stages of unpacking. Books had been shelved and the bed had some stuffed animals on it. Though from what he could tell there wasn't any excessive flair to it. Which honestly were it not UA would be perfectly normal, but most people who came here were overly expressive in one way or another. His room for example was covered with Hero posters, largely clogged up with an oversized bed with a TV on the wall off to the right of it. There was a laptop as well on his nightstand which he could work on using his bed as a chair. Though in comparison the environment here seemed... Empty, and were it not for Teresa's other mannerisms and the conversation they had minutes ago in the student chat. Of course he would show up, is what he thought to himself as he turned around to face her. Extending a friendly hand out for a handshake he'd speak up. " Likewise, Teresa. It's nice to meet you." She might notice she didn't use her surname in addressing her, and he didn't add an honorific. It seemed like he was playing in her court for his side of the introductions as is customary in Europe. After all he figured it was best to approach things she was familiar with, though he could only presume the father that beat her demeanour of a robot into her head also threatened her to learn perfect Japanese and Japanese culture to fit in as best she could. It nearly made the hairs on his back stand up straight from how agitating the thought of that sort of behaviour freely being enacted and going unchecked. Regardless, that was a problem for tomorrow. Right now his focus was on Teresa, and while she might be incredibly good at faking a smile to make it actually seem genuine, the one on his face was. Not wide and proud, it was just slight and gentle. Reassuring almost if she took it that way. Whether or not she accepted the handshake, he'd end up lowering his arm back to his side. He spoke up to address some of the other things she said. He was tempted to find a seat but generally making yourself at home wasn't always an accepted thing. He'd play it by ear and her example. " Of course I would come here. I don't turn back on my word, and I genuinely care about this. I imagine you've been told to look at things objectively, and act in a way that you'd be best received by the public. You're probably wondering why I care, though even if you're not I'll tell you. I never came from a bad family, went through a traumatic experience, been involved with Villains or been victim of any illnesses. I've lived a pretty good life up until now. I knew I was lucky, but it took me until I got to UA to really find out just how lucky I was. I can't share names because I'm sure they respect their privacy, but I've talked to multiple people that have... Traumatic issues in their past that haunt them even now. For some it's sheer trauma, a physical extreme encounter that they're scarred by. Though for many it stems to perception of others. Classmates, family, I want to emphasize family because... There are a few other students with families similar to yours. You're smart and thoughtful, I'm sure you would know who if you heard about them.
My point is, and I've told this to a couple of others but I have a key philosophy. I keep it close, because while I think I've crossed the summit, I can tell you it wasn't easy. If you genuinely want to become a Hero, you need to save people all of the time. Fight crime, but also save the criminals lives even if they might be trying to kill you. Over your career thousands if not tens or hundreds of thousands of lives will be in your direct care over your lifetime. If you become influential enough, you could sway the world. Though to become a Hero you only need to save one person." He would say towards her, before bringing a fist up to his chest. " Yourself. Absolve the issues in your life, confront them and don't relent until you're free. Then, accept the person at the end of it all. I'm here because while I am willing to confront your father, I don't think that would ultimately make your life better, now that I've had time to think about it. This is something you need to face. Forget about experimenting with socializing and just... Live in the moment, make friends, be open to change. Be true to yourself, not someone else.
But, I would be a hypocrite if I expected you to listen to exactly what I said, it's just guidance. At the end of the day you need to choose your path. If you need a friend, I'll be here." He'd say, eventually deciding to just take a seat somewhere. Unless there were spare chairs, likely the edge of the bed with his elbows pressed to his knees. [attr="class","sinner2"] [attr="class","sinnerlyric"]ANTHEM FOR THE PEOPLE [newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinner]width:420px;height:500px;background:#fcfcfc;padding:10px;border:1px solid #f0f0f0;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinner1]width:415px;height:495px;margin-top:2px;border:1px solid #f0f0f0;overflow:hidden;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinner2]width:415px;height:495px;float:center;margin-top:-390px;background: url(https://i.imgur.com/rnWigul.jpg);transition: 0.9s ease-in-out;transition-delay:1s;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinner:hover .sinner2]margin-left:-850px;transition: 0.9s ease-in-out[/newclass] [newclass=.sinnerlyric]width:330px;padding-top:405px;text-shadow:#333 1px 1px;font-family:georgia;font-size:25px;text-transform:uppercase;color:#fcfcfc;padding-bottom:5px;color:#fcfcfc[/newclass] [newclass=.sinnerlyric span]font-size:108%[/newclass] [newclass=.sinback]width:400px;height:380px;margin-top:8px;background-color:#fcfcfc[/newclass] [newclass=.sinnert]width:400px;height:465px;margin-top:10px;overflow:auto;text-align:justify;font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;padding:2px;color:#666;background-color:#fcfcfc;line-height:13px;opacity:0;transition:0.8s ease-in-out;transition-delay:0.9s;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinnert span]color:#df444b;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinnert b]color:#555;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinner:hover .sinnert]opacity:1;transition:0.8s ease-in-out;transition-delay:0.9s;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinnert::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb:vertical]border:2px solid #fcfcfc; background-color:#aaa;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinnert::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb:horizontal]background-color:#fcfcfc; border:1px solid #fcfcfc;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinnert::-webkit-scrollbar]width:5px; height:5px;background-color:#fcfcfc; border:1px solid #fcfcfc;[/newclass]
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Post by Teresa Collins on Jun 29, 2019 20:48:57 GMT
Teresa reached over to shake his hand as he greeted her. While it was an odd thing to go back to hand shakes after bowing all the time while in Japan, she made sure to check her strength while she shook his hand so that she didn't hurt him. It would have felt a bit tight, but it was still better than when she forgot to do that with others. It only happened twice, and each time had the person go to the hospital for a broken hand. She held her teddy bear tighter as she let him into her room. One of her tutors, more of a social tutor, had taught her it was not good to let a boy into your room. While she stayed true to her tutors teachings, she figured that this would be the exception since there really isn't any other room to have a conversation in. He had also used her first name, a thing she found odd considering since she got here she has been called by her last name. From her knowledge, it was rather rude to the Japanese to use the first name of the person without permission. However, since she was used to being called by her first name, she payed it no more mind since she wasn't sure just what was going on in his head. As soon as he stepped into the room further, she shut the door quietly behind them and turned back towards him. Her room had been a mess for a while. To the normal passerby, her room looked immaculate. She set down her teddy bear on the chair on her desk and reached down to lift two heavy boxes of books up to make a makeshift seat. It wasn't much, but it was all she had and she wasn't sure if Daiki was comfortable sitting on a girls bed, or at least a girls bed that he just met. Motioning towards the boxes, she said in a quiet and monotone voice "Please take a seat, Satou Daiki," before she pulled her desk chair around to sit in the perfect posture for meeting someone new. Polite and empty.
She listened to him speak. Her blue grey eyes flitted over his face. Daiki seemed like the usual easy going boys she heard about from her tutors as well as those that went to her past very private and small school. Though those that went to her former private school had similar upbringings such as hers and did not socialize much. Daiki, however, seemed to be bright and well developed in a social way. It was people like him that she wasn't sure how to go about acting around. They were so sociable and she just....wasn't. She was just taught how to react in meetings, social functions (which were mostly those above her age), and small meetings like this one but not. He spoke about being a hero and helping others. He also spoke about confronting her father which didn't surprise her, but it also made her unsure as to why he would want to. While he did have a cold exterier, Teresa did not fault him for how she was. She was just his tool, his Empty Doll to do what he wished to accomplish. The life she lived was because she continued to stay within it. She may not make choices as to what she wants to do, not that she would know what she wants to do in the first place, but she did not find anything wrong with how things were at the present time. Her father needed a piece to move around the public eye to gain more good publicity and use as a sort of mascot. If she can become a hero, then she will be of use to her family.
"Thank you for saying such things, Satou Daiki, but...I am fine with how things are at the present time. I am not in any danger, nor do I think that what I am doing is really wrong." Teresa's monotone voice drove home how empty she really was. Was it really okay to let herself be used as a piece on the chessboard bigger than her? Probably not, but she was raised to not question such things. Her father didn't allow her to think for herself, not that she noticed or minded. Her voice was calm and soft, it held no emotion to it, yet she honed it to seem like she did at times when she really tried. "I honestly have not had any trauma in my life, nor did I grow up sad or in a bad situation. As for your comment about saving myself; I am not held prisoner, so please don't worry about myself in that regard. I am simply working towards helping my father realize his plans. I will do my best to become a hero worthy of the Collin's name." She wasn't used to talking so much, but she was working towards being more sociable with others. It was at the end that really struck her. One word.
Friend.
She had never had one. None of the kids that her father allowed around her had stayed long enough for her to form what one of her tutors told her to be 'bonds'. She had only one bond and that was with her father (if you really want to call it that, honestly). However, if she wanted to move forward and realize what she was born to do, she had to try something even if just once. Looking up at Daiki, she seemed confused. The word friend was not something she knew well. Why did he want to be friends with her? She was just an empty vessel.
"Friend? You would....be a friend...to someone like me?" Her tone seemed to show some emotion, confusion, but it was still an emotion. "I have never had friends before, so....if you wouldn't mind, I would like to try to have a friend." Her blue grey eyes, while still emotionless, met his evenly.
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Post by Daiki Satou on Aug 15, 2019 21:07:40 GMT
[attr="class","sinner"] [attr="class","sinner1"] [attr="class","sinback"] [attr="class","sinnert"] Boxes. He supposed it would have to do, it would be rude of him to take a different seat apart from the one presented to him. Moving over he'd come to a rest on the boxes, careful not to accidentally gave either of them in by putting some weight towards the ground. One might consider him half sitting, but it looked convincing enough. When Teresa began to speak he understood the point quickly. While he believed he knew what was best, how does one help a person that believes their circumstance is okay and healthy? He just found himself thinking as words went over his head. He was listening, but having understood the punchline in the majority of her response that she was just a tool of her fathers craft, the bits and pieces just reinforced that and added little else. What can one even say to a stonewalled conviction like that? Do you keep applying pressure and hope they just suddenly realize? As he was thinking, it was the thing he mentions to the good people he meets that got to her the most. The prospect of friendship. Looking up to meet her eyes, he nodded. " Then a friend you'll have in me. I apologize for being so confrontational about this, maybe I tried taking a sledge hammer to something that can't be solved with force- if the metaphor translates well. All I can say is that the world is a vast place filled with a lot more beauty and fulfillment than just being a check on someone elses list. What it means to be alive, that in itself is phenomenal. An opportunity to find your dream and seize it. Friendships are only the beginning of what one can find out here. Unforgettable experiences, an innocent school romance with someone you'd never expect to share a bond with. We're all lead to believe that beauties out there on vacations and trips, the mountains and crystal-like lakes in European countrysides. The endless snowy fields and temples of Egypt. Though what I think is that it's here." He'd say, bringing a fist to his chest lightly. " It's in all of us, and we all bring a little bit of it to the world. While apart we're broken pieces, we come together to form a puzzle that when matched is a sight more beautiful than any sunset. So to get to the point, I'm happy that you're taking a leap in making a friend. I think it's the start of something good for not just you, but for the people you meet as well. A rich world is a happy one, not a wealthy one." He would follow with. Carefully leaning back against the wall on the boxes, he just gauged her reaction for a moment. It was the little things that meant the most to her it'd seem. That made sense, you rarely start something new in the midst of it, a slow introduction becomes a passion and from that fruit comes something great. In that sense maybe a friend would be the start of Teresa being happy for her own sake, not satisfied for the sake of someone else. He decided to move onto a simpler topic, albeit still a derivative of the conversation. " So, in that case what do you enjoy doing? And if you say nothing you leave me no choice but to decide what we do when we hang out. Could do Karaoke, I always enjoy it when friends and classmates come to watch my basketball games as well. We could get together and just have a meal and chat. I doubt you play games, I know Fu-chan does often; that's an option too. All three of us could hang out. Oh, you must have some kind of favourite food? I know strength when I feel it, and that grip tells me a lot. If I can feel pressure from a handshake, that says something. It means that if you're anything like me you have a big appetite, so there's no way you've come this far without a favourite food. Steak? Pizza? I doubt you've been in Japan for long but Sushi? My favourite food actually didn't come from Japan. Burritos, just a taco that went plus ultra.
Give it some thought, I'm sure you'd enjoy it." [attr="class","sinner2"] [attr="class","sinnerlyric"]ANTHEM FOR THE PEOPLE [newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinner]width:420px;height:500px;background:#fcfcfc;padding:10px;border:1px solid #f0f0f0;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinner1]width:415px;height:495px;margin-top:2px;border:1px solid #f0f0f0;overflow:hidden;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinner2]width:415px;height:495px;float:center;margin-top:-390px;background: url(https://i.imgur.com/rnWigul.jpg);transition: 0.9s ease-in-out;transition-delay:1s;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinner:hover .sinner2]margin-left:-850px;transition: 0.9s ease-in-out[/newclass] [newclass=.sinnerlyric]width:330px;padding-top:405px;text-shadow:#333 1px 1px;font-family:georgia;font-size:25px;text-transform:uppercase;color:#fcfcfc;padding-bottom:5px;color:#fcfcfc[/newclass] [newclass=.sinnerlyric span]font-size:108%[/newclass] [newclass=.sinback]width:400px;height:380px;margin-top:8px;background-color:#fcfcfc[/newclass] [newclass=.sinnert]width:400px;height:465px;margin-top:10px;overflow:auto;text-align:justify;font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;padding:2px;color:#666;background-color:#fcfcfc;line-height:13px;opacity:0;transition:0.8s ease-in-out;transition-delay:0.9s;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinnert span]color:#df444b;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinnert b]color:#555;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinner:hover .sinnert]opacity:1;transition:0.8s ease-in-out;transition-delay:0.9s;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinnert::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb:vertical]border:2px solid #fcfcfc; background-color:#aaa;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinnert::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb:horizontal]background-color:#fcfcfc; border:1px solid #fcfcfc;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinnert::-webkit-scrollbar]width:5px; height:5px;background-color:#fcfcfc; border:1px solid #fcfcfc;[/newclass]
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