Asura

You Can Become a Hero!

KEMURIKAGE AKEMI
煙影 明美

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Location — Outside Ishin Academy
Interacting — @TGM

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There a long silence that permeated the space between Akemi and her would-be classmate. For a time, she simply stared, as dispassionate as she ever was. It was only when the ash dangling off the tip of her cigarette threatened to fall that she deigned to respond.

"Because you're talkin' fast."

It was a silly question, and so she gave it a silly answer. As returned her gaze to the heavens, she tapped the embers into the cloud of smoke beside her, she pondered it for a little longer. That was the tragedy of interacting with others, she decided. You couldn't just vibe and forget that everything outside your field of view, outside of the the big, blank blue sky and the streams of smoke billowing out of your mouth existed. You had to actually consider things. After mowing it over in her head for a while, she added more to her 'explanation'. As if it even mattered.

"It's like you're uncomfortable with the silence. Like you feel obligated to fill it. Maybe it's because you're feeling so many things that you wanna get it all out. Or maybe you just wanna distract yourself from the feelings by chattin' me up. Like it'll make you feel better to forget how nervous you are, even for a little bit."

There were more words than she had intended to use, so she washed the taste of them out of her mouth with a long, heady draw from her last Warlboro. The familiar, acrid flavor of ash was significantly more welcome.

You Can Become a Hero!

KEMURIKAGE AKEMI
煙影 明美

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Location — Outside Ishin Academy
Interacting — @TGM

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Akemi buried the urge to scoff with a long drag on her cigarette. The fact it was the entrance ceremony was exactly why they'd be hard-asses. All the advertisements for Ishin couldn't stop spouting off about the harsh, spartan nature of the school, rambling on and on about pedigree and discipline. It was as if the school took some kind of twisted pride in being a joyless hellscape, declaring all their competitors soft and lesser by compare, even though they were surpassed by Tokyo's dear UA. The staff probably took sick satisfaction in 'breaking in' the new kids, to show them their 'rightful place' and stamp out any dissent good and early.

That, or she was just projecting. But it was too early in the morning and too late in her life to start introspecting, so she buried that thought under another drag too.

"You're a bad liar, Hidaka Honoka. If you weren't worried, you wouldn't be talkin' so much or so fast," The blonde declared eventually, peeling her pale hues off the equally blue sky above, and redirecting them to her classmate, now bereft of ramen. She searched the teen's face for a few moments, perhaps to see what her angle was, or perhaps just to make her uncomfortable with the long, unaccompanied eye contact. Eventually, she spoke again, cigarette dangling from the corner of her mouth as she did.

"Kemurikage Akemi."

You Can Become a Hero!

MIZUSHIMA MURASAME
水島 村鮫

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Location — Ishin Academy Gates
Interacting — @Mcmolly

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It was a little surprising to hear that Saika had also been the victim—but only a little. She seemed outgoing and personable, but almost a little too much so. It was a strange line to walk, being 'normal'. If you were too quiet, too withdrawn, people saw you as gloomy, and unapproachable. If you were too loud, too boisterous, then you were a weirdo, a nuisance that nobody wanted to deal with. And if you were taller than an American at age eight and looked like you crawled up out of Osaka Bay... Well, he had heard more than enough of what people thought of him, even if they only dared to whisper it when they thought he couldn't hear, for fear of what he or his sister would end up doing to them had they the boldness to speak what they thought.

At least she had a friend. It was always good to have at least one person you could lean on, even if it was another pariah. He was glad that Saika had that much in her life, and hopefully, she'd manage to make more friends at Ishin than enemies. That had been his intention, from the moment he filled out his application and sent it off with the mail.

It went without saying, therefore, that Saika's implication that they were friends near enough sent him to the moon. Had he not stuffed an entire Quarter Drowner into his toothy maw in the moments leading up to her declaration, he likely would've grinned like a fool. They were both spared that terrifying indignity by his hurried chewing, and then swallowing. By the time he had finished the sandwich, he found himself too embarrassed to offer up much.

"Y-Yeah, that's a good way to uh, to think of it," He muttered as he hastily unwrapped another, "I'm glad ya think that."

Worried he might manage to make things awkward, he stuffed the second hefty burger between his jaws, munching away as their trek brought them to the gates of Ishin. He hadn't intended to get his first glimpse of the prestigious academy that, until recently, had been his idol's personal stomping ground with a mouthful fo cheeseburger. But... given the situation that had led him to that point, he couldn't say he minded. His gnashing lasted a few additional seconds, and he wiped at the corner of his mouth with a napkin before piping up a second time.

"I'm, err... I'm not sure. I'm kinda nervous, if I'm honest," He admitted, his huge fingers curling into the paper of his WcDenji's bag, as if it provided him some semblance of comfort, "But it's too late to turn back now. And I uh, don't think I can make small waves, even if I tried."

You Can Become a Hero!

KEMURIKAGE AKEMI
煙影 明美

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Location — Outside Ishin Academy
Interacting — @TGM

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“You know, I hear smoking’s bad for you.”

A voice pierced the veil of silence that had, for so long, hung over Akemi's humble little space. It also disrupted her concentration, the cloud of billowing white smoke she had been carefully threading through itself for amusement left to the mercy of the wind, no longer under her thrall. She diverted her gaze from the blue sky above, her tired eyes searching out the source of the disturbance. A girl, in the same uniform she had been seeing all day. A classmate, she supposed, judging by the way she carried herself. She could practically see the nerves coming off the purple-haired young woman. Maybe she would've been full of nerves too, if she could muster up the energy to care all that much. Or hadn't spent the better part of the morning chain smoking a pack of cigarettes. The nicotine really tended to mellow her out.

"Yeah," She eventually decided to give the girl a response, bringing her fingers up to gingerly grip the paper roll between her lips and take a drag, only to pluck it free so she could exhale, a long, wispy stream into the air between them, "That's kinda the point."

The girl, whoever she was, seemed the chatty type. Eager to fill the void with inane banter. Maybe it was the nerves, her anxiety driving her to try and reach out for someone share the burden with. Or maybe she just felt drawn in by the mystique of a messy blonde girl puffing on a smoke outside one of Japan's most severe hero academies. Speculating on the reason wasn't nearly as fun as playing with her Quirk, Akemi decided, but she couldn't very just ignore her. That might only encourage her to get pushier.

"They don't let you carry these into the auditorium," She waved the burning roll in her hand to-and-fro for emphasis, tapping it against the near-solid puff of smoke to her right to deposit the growing ash at its tip. Then it went right back where it belonged, hanging loose at the corner of her mouth, ready to be drawn on at her leisure.

"How 'bout you? You scared security's gonna confiscate your chopsticks or something?"

You Can Become a Hero!

KEMURIKAGE AKEMI
煙影 明美

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx // INFO D A T A Full Name - Kemurikage Akemi Hometown - Fukuoka, Fukuoka Prefecture, Japan Quirk Type - Emitter Gender - Female - // PERSONALITY P E R S O N A L I T Y Defiant 🚬🚬🚬 Disinterested 🚬🚬🚬 Insolent 🚬🚬🚬

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You Can Become a Hero!

KEMURIKAGE AKEMI
煙影 明美

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Location — Outside Ishin Academy
Interacting — With the air quality

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Inhale. Draw it deep. Hold it. Feel the warmth. Enjoy the rush. Relax. Exhale. Watch the stream billow away. Make it dance a little. Repeat.

How long it had been since she'd gotten to Ishin, Akemi could not say. She had spent most of the morning wandering Sapporo, not because she was lost, or out of any real sense of wonder, but because she could. If there was anything to savor about coming to Ishin, aside from the rush of a Walboro, it was the freedom of being so far from home. If only for a day, for one morning, she got to drift aimlessly, carried here and there like so much smoke on the wind. There was a sadness to that smallest glimmer of joy. She had come to one of the strictest, stick-in-ass schools in the entire country to find autonomy. It was like a really bad joke, a monkey's paw curling to the sick delight of some higher power.

It was also ruining her buzz. Inhale. Draw it deep. Hold it. At one point, her directionless wandering had eventually turned into something productive. She had spotted a handful of students in uniforms just like her own, and it shook her from her pleasant reverie. Her footfalls fell in their example, and she eventually found her way to the academy itself. People had still been filtering in when she arrived, and so she figured she had time for a quick smoke. She had smuggled them out of the house, onto the train, and across all of Honshu. It would've been a shame to see them wasted to some stuffy spinster's dorm inspection. A nice little alcove in the school's external wall served as a perfect place to tuck away from prying eyes, and there one smoke had turned to two, then three. The embers of her third had nearly burnt out, with only a few centimeters of precious tobacco to go.

She couldn't fix a lot about her life, but that much could be fixed. Leaving the burning stick dangling from her lips, she pulled the crumpled up pack from her school bag, thumbing the flap open. A single cylinder greeted her. The final one for a while, until she could find a new hook up and a good place to hide them. She might've questioned what the point even was, so far from home, but introspection led to way too many questions. Better to just focus on feeling the now, rather than think about the future or the past. The filter of her last, virgin cigarette found its way between her lips, trading places with the nearly dead one. She touched their tips, sucking in to chain them off each other. As soon as the ember took and she got a good drag off it, the previous had done its duty. She ground the end into the bottom of her shoe, and flicked the butt into the wispy white cloud of smoke stuck hovering beside her, a temporary ashtray for a temporary release.

There probably wasn't much more time. She had to enjoy what little she had left.

Inhale. Draw it deep. Hold it. Feel the warmth. Enjoy the rush. Relax. Exhale. Watch the stream billow away. Make it dance a little. Repeat.

You Can Become a Hero!

MIZUSHIMA MURASAME
水島 村鮫

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Location — Somewhere in Sapporo
Interacting — @Mcmolly

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Had he the capacity to wince, Murasame just might've when Saika inquired as to his family. Not their mention, of course. He loved them all dearly, and they him in return. But he had always felt like the black sheep of their little clan, always so different from his parents and siblings. So much... bigger, and meaner looking. It only took being confused for an estranged father of two once or twice before that really sunk in. But, his classmate had no means of knowing that, so he couldn't hold it against her. Instead, he just cobbled together another sheepish reply.

"Uh, yeah, I mean, sis is pretty tall, for a girl an' all, and ma always said our smiles were our best features, so..."

The carefully rehearsed, artificially cheerful interjection of the WcDenji's cashier saved him from any further awkwardness, as it had saved him from so many gloomy days in years past. With his significantly larger bag in hand, the teen hurried after Saika, at least a little uncomfortable with eating on the go. Was that really okay? Wouldn't they get looks? If they didn't litter, it probably wasn't violating any laws, but what would people think?

ぐうぐうぐうぐう

They would think a bear had somehow managed to infiltrate downtown Sapporo if he didn't dig in, he eventually decided, and so hunger won out over neuroticism. He carefully balanced the act of prying the thin, papery film from a cup of Wac sauce while trundling behind his companion, listening to her all the while.

"I sure hope not," Murasame managed between mauling potato wedge after potato wedge between rows of serrated teeth, each dipped delicately into the mysterious dressing cradled in his palm, "I ain't too good with fights. I uh, used to get picked on a lot when I was lil'. Guess I made for a real big target, and I didn't have too many friends to stick up for me. Didn't really stop until second year of middle school."

He smothered the painful memories like so many WcWedges, tossing several of the salty, sauce covered treats down his gullet to distract himself of unhappy times. Though, as he swallowed, his eyes went wide.

"N-Not 'cause I, like, snapped and beat 'em all up or anythin' like that. 'S just, my sister, she got wind of what was goin' on and uh... She came 'round to see who all was messin' with me. Ended up throwin' 'em around so hard, one of 'em ended up on the roof of they school. They mostly steered clear after that."

Perhaps realizing how embarrassing it was to explain to someone you'd just met how your big sister had to take care of your school yard bullies, he racked his brain for a different subject, any subject. Only one really came to mind.

"How 'bout you? Got many friends? I mean, I guess you woulda had to leave 'em behind, comin' all this way... But what about makin' new ones? Can't be that everyone'll be buttin' heads all the time."

You Can Become a Hero!

MIZUSHIMA MURASAME
水島 村鮫

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Location — Somewhere in Sapporo
Interacting — @Mcmolly

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There he stood. The proving ground. The line inside WcDenji's. There were many proving grounds to come, and each with their own distinct challenges, but this one? He had conquered this one before. He knew what he wanted, knew what alterations to make. He rehearsed them in his mind, one after the other, carefully preparing himself. Saika had even gone so far as to put in her order first, giving him ample time to prepare himself. All he had to do was march right up to the cashier, tell her what he wanted for breakfast, and then wait for his order.

But few things could have prepared him for what occurred next. It was still early, but his companion hadn't ordered breakfast. He knew the WcDenji's breakfast well. Enjoyed it quite a bit, even. The eggs were always well-cooked, the hash browns tasty, and their apple pies were wonderful. Even their hotcakes, drenched in the tiny little cups of syrup he so valiantly struggled against, counted themselves amongst his favorite fast food items. But he couldn't just order breakfast. Saika had decided to have an early lunch, clearly, and he would look a fool if he were to undermine her decision like that. Worse yet, she had finished her order, leaving him to step up and take command of the situation.

It was a difficult decision. But, if he was to become a Pro-Hero, he would have to make many difficult decisions in the years to follow. A Hero had to be decisive, unflinching in the face of adversity, and prepared for any eventuality. As he loomed heavy before the counter, there was a resolve behind his eyes. He knew what to do.

"Hi. I'll uh, I'll have two WcMuffins, a WcSizzle large, some WcWedges, with extra Wac sauce if ya can. A BigWac, two Quarter Drowners, one with cheese, and uh... Y'know, what the heck? Throw a WcNib in there," It was bold enough to order a hybrid of both the breakfast and lunch menus, but to add in a limited menu option like the WcNib? What a rush.

"Oh! And a diet Mr Peter, please an' thank ya. Tryna watch my sugar."

While the poor worker clicked away at his order, he stood off to the side with Saika, feeling positively radiant with his snap decision making. Bringing up his relatives once again caused his hand to go to his head, rubbing bashfully at the back of it.

"I dunno. I've never really been this far away from home before, so I'm already kinda missin' my folks," He admitted, as sheepish as someone of his stature could, "My gramps went by Mariner when he was still bustin' heads in the street, but he's mostly in the management game now. Ya probably wouldn't have heard of my sis, on account of her just startin', but she goes by Frenzy. Y'know, like... Like feedin' frenzy?"

He hadn't much liked the name when she told him, but he didn't dare mention that. After all, he couldn't deny the symbolism it evoked was... accurate, to say the least.

"How 'bout you? Your folks in the business? Or are you a first generation?"

You Can Become a Hero!

MIZUSHIMA MURASAME
水島 村鮫

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Location — Somewhere in Sapporo
Interacting — @Mcmolly

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Murasame's eyes flickered with recognition at Saika's explanation. What a relief. He had almost been right, of course, but rather than a sign of overexertion, it was just an unfortunate side effect of her power. He almost felt bad for making a little scene about it. He was no stranger to how a Quirk could inconvenience one's daily life, after all. Having undue attention drawn to it, being made to feel like a freak for it, those feelings had haunted him for as long as he could remember. Luckily, it seemed his classmate was much less bothered by her peculiarities than he was by his own. Enough that she had already gotten moving by the time he had fully come to terms with it all.

"I, uh, are you sure about that? We don't wanna be—" He eyes nearly bulged as he watched her set the blood so gingerly offered alight right between her palms, his gaze darting back to the grass where the previous wad had landed once or twice just to make sure it hadn't started to smolder, "—late, right? That'd be pretty bad, with it bein' the first day and all."

Paragon of timeliness that he was, the teen wasn't so sure he could convince his companion to stay the more responsible course, not least because she had already taken to the crosswalk to reach the fabled WcDenji's. He stood at the crossroads, both literally and metaphorically, as he contemplated his options. To either ford ahead on the just path, and find the school without his guide, or to cave in to temptation, and allow himself to be swayed by the promise of an early morning WcSizzle.

ぐうぐうぐうぐう

While his resolve had been strong, his body, unfortunately, had been weak. His words of wisdom, advising them to remain on track, were underpinned by a thunderous rumbling from his belly. He stood, hand outreached for a few humbling seconds, his mouth agape, before his shoulders deflated entirely, his arms hanging sadly at his side.

"Yeah, y'know, sure, I guess. I could go for some hashbrowns..."

He hurried across before the light could turn green, although with no less defeat in his stride than had been in his voice.

You Can Become a Hero!

MIZUSHIMA MURASAME
水島 村鮫

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Location — Somewhere in Sapporo
Interacting — @Mcmolly

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While she certainly seemed a little too casual for comfort, the girl—Saika, as she had introduced herself—couldn't have been too bad a person, seeing as though she had allowed him to accompany her to the school. She proved to be rather personable to boot, but he wasn't sure whether or not that was to his benefit, given his own difficulty with conversation. He owed her a solid attempt, though, and so he nodded along as she explained her origin.

"Yeah, I can see how it'd be a bit of an adjustment. I guess it don't bother me so much, seein' as though Osaka is pretty big. Not Tokyo big, but, y'know," He sure as sugar didn't, seeing as though the closest he had ever been to the capital was on the train up to Sapporo, but it seemed a popular enough sentiment. He words in regard to their directions weren't exactly comforting, nor was the implication that he'd intimidate the faculty. He didn't want a repeat of Miss Nakamura on his hands; having to explain to the principal that you weren't attempting to threaten your math teacher into giving you a passing mark was an experience best left firmly to the past. He had just wanted to know why the equation had marked been wrong...

His guilt over terrorized educators quickly found itself replaced by his guilt over their sudden shift in pace. His companion must have realized he had been measuring his steps so as to not eclipse her, and forced herself to try and meet his unusually long strides. Luckily, the conversation carried on before he could fret too long over it.

"Yeah, it's a bit far. But my grandpa went here when he was younger, and my sister graduated last year, so I guess Ishin is somethin' of a family thing. Didn't even think to apply to..." Murasame paused as he watched what looked to be a mouthful of blood careen from Saika's mouth and land somewhere off in the grass. His eyes immediately widened.

"Oh, jeez! Are you alright? Do we need to, uh, slow down? You really don't need to push it." The fretting returned with a vengeance—how could he have been so insensitive? He didn't know who this girl was, or what kind of Quirk she had. Maybe it was one of those Quirks he had seen on 60 Seconds, where the user's body degraded from overexertion. Pushing herself to keep up with his freakish pace must've put too much strain on her physique. There was no point in getting to school on time if he killed one of his classmates in the rush!