Just a random roleplayer here looking at the RP, kind of happy that it's continuing again. Unfortunately this RP is pretty much full. I've been looking around, but there's not a lot of TES RPs around here, which is kind of a shame.
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Chiwa Hatori
Takeshi was surprised at the sudden outburst of Fumika of him putting his stuff down in Kenichi’s seat, so much so he pulled his stuff away from it. She promptly started apologising for her outburst, but despite that, it seemed like she didn’t want to back down; her normally emotionless eyes were wavering, like there was some sort of conflict within her.
Once she was done, he bowed his head. “My apologies. I didn’t know your friend was sitting there,” he said with a calm and collected voice. He thought it was cute as she tried to explain herself, and motioned to the chair behind her. “Is that chair okay to sit in, then?” he asked.
Fumika blinked, as if shocked that he’d actually let the matter go so easily, but didn’t object or say anything further. She simply nodded her head before looking away. Evidently, even somebody as sedate as her got embarrassed sometimes. Takeshi then looked to Chiwa and bowed his head, “Forgive me as well. I didn’t mean to say it incorrectly.”
Hatori let out a small huff. “It’s alright. It seems like we unfortunately might have to do this activity without Yoshida-san…” – she made sure to stress the honorific to refer to her classmate, not their teacher – ”So coordination is doubly more important. We can’t afford to lose a member.” Out of the corner of her eye as she spoke, Hatori noticed their group’s rather bizarre third member twitching rather abruptly upright at her words, her gaze slowly following this movement by rising from where it had been fixated on the floor, looking to her with what might have been disbelief, then panning slowly over the room before finally descending slowly to the floor with what might have been acceptance, or might have been dismay. The single tuft of hair sticking up from the top of her head parroted these motions in miniature, rising, pointing forward, sweeping out over the room, and then slowly drooping lifelessly back down amongst the rest of her bangs.
She stood up as their teacher commanded them to get their equipment and costumes at the gym before going to the training grounds. Hatori wasn’t one to fully judge off of people’s first impressions, but she already had concerns that this kind of teacher wasn’t going to be the one that would be particularly friendly; in fact, he sounded a bit condescending. She decided to just ignore it for now. ”Anyways, let’s get dressed first and then get hustling towards Bravo or whatever.”
“Oh… Okay,” mumbled Fumika. Compared to her earlier outburst, she sounded…dazed. Nevertheless, despite her momentary shock at the absence of the one person who, by the look of things, she’d been looking forward to working with, she quickly composed herself, stood, gathered her things, turned to face Hatori, and then… bowed her head in apology?
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have taken your seat,” She said quietly. She wasn’t stuttering anymore, evidently having recovered her composure, but there was something about the way she spoke all of a sudden that seemed odd somehow. It was as if her personality had undergone a complete 180 in a matter of seconds, and all the defiance and defensiveness she’d shown just a moment ago was simply… gone. While it was nice that she didn’t seem to be panicking anymore, it was uncanny how much she seemed like a different person… She wasn’t showing any expression on her face except a blank stare, so the other two might have just been imagining it, but was she perhaps taking the news of Yoshida’s absence rather poorly, or was she already over her disappointment and simply still ashamed of herself for her earlier obliviousness and the outburst that had followed? It was nearly impossible to tell.
Well...she’s weirder than I thought. Most Quirk users were unique in their own way, and throughout her childhood she had met different kinds of people, but Fumika was a first. Takeshi was simply a bit reserved and stoic. Fumika was different, simply not expressing any sort of outward emotion; when she did, it seemed to be in outbursts like the one they just experienced.
Takeshi had watched Fumika as she looked around the room for the boy who never came. There was of course her blank stare, but by the way she looked around the room, as the teacher began his lesson, while here face didn’t show dismay, just the blank stare… but her shoulders and head, along with the tuft of hair, odd as it was seemed to tell it’s own story. He decided to get up help distract her.
“Motome-san?” He asked as he got closer to her, on his way to the locker rooms. She didn’t respond, and for a moment, he thought she hadn’t heard him - except that she had tilted her head slightly and was peering at him over the rim of her glasses with that same blank expression. She didn’t say a word, but evidently, at least, he had her attention. Takeshi then looked at Hatori once more. “Hatori-san, as we are going to be partners...I was wondering what each of your Quirks are. So we could start formulating a plan,” He reached out discreetly with his left hand, pulling every shadow in the room towards him and created a small, simple shaped dagger in his hand. “I can create simple constructs from any shadow within twenty feet. The downside is, however, that I get too cold keeping them up for long periods of time.” As he spoke, out of the corner of his eye Takeshi noticed a red flash as something…no, as Fumika’s eyes abruptly changed hue and began to glow for a moment, before shifting in color once again to green.
“I...make things too,” The passive girl said cryptically, holding up her own hand as her hair shot bolt upright, the green hue of her eyes matched by the radiant halo and gleaming arrow that appeared within her bangs. That single antenna-like strand wobbled upward as in her hand, the same dagger that Takeshi held appeared. “It’s a copy. It isn’t always solid, though, and can’t go far away from me. I can do the same with anything I see, but it makes me sleepy.” She concluded what otherwise seemed like it might have been a lengthy explanation here, the image fading from her palm as her eyes returned to normal and her hair flopped back down with a quiet fluff.
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The locker rooms at the gym weren’t too far away from the main classrooms, simply being a short walk towards a large, rectangular building. A wide glass dome lay at the center of the structure. Hatori would like to look around the gym when she had the time, but they weren’t going to stay there for long, only going there briefly to change to their hero costumes.
She quietly observed the other two’s Quirks; one could control shadows, while the other could create projections. Hatori smirked and pulled out a single flashcard from her stack inside her sole breast pocket. Ugh...I dislike the uniforms already. Barely any pockets on the shirt...if I was wearing pants instead, it would be a lot more convenient. Hatori thought.
Hatori rapidly followed the crease lines she had already made beforehand, forming a simple plane in the matter of seconds. ”Well, that makes three of us. I can also make things. Paper planes, particularly,” she added as they entered the gym. It was rather spacious inside, with enough room to fit a court for various sports such as basketball, volleyball, or even soccer, with a track surrounding the court. It seemed like it was used for rainy days, where students won’t be able to use the outside track. There was also a second floor that went around the tall glass dome, filled with exercise bikes, treadmills, and various benches and poles and other machines to work on different muscles. It was basically everything a hero-in-training needed to work out. ”Once they start flying, I can control them as far as my sight can go. I can control numerous planes, and they can fly at high speeds – almost like real fighter planes.”
As they arrived at the locker room, Hatori unfolded the flashcard and put it back in her pocket. ”It’ll be a bit difficult to fly my planes in a confined space though, so maybe it’ll be better if you see it out on the training grounds. Anyways, we’ll have to part ways for now, Hatori continued as she walked towards the girl’s locker room on the right, beckoning Fumika to come along with her. ”I’ve got a good idea for what our plan will be, though.”
Takeshi listened and watched as they both explained their quirks, it was quite odd that there were three people who could ‘construct’ things were all together. Interesting though, It brought up a few different ideas of what they could do. But looking at both of them, he didn’t know how well they fought, and didn’t look like much as physical fighters. But he could be very wrong. Still, he would prefer if they were support behind him while he took on the hand to hand fighting. He still had no idea who the fourth member of their team was.
He nodded as they went to the girls locker room, he quickly went to his locker as well, He had worn this ‘costume’ plenty of times before and quickly put it on with ease. He walked out of the locker room sliding his double windsor knot up to his neck as he headed to the dorms quickly to pick up his gun,a 9mm. P226-Legion.
After quickly doing so, he made it to the armory to get a fair amount of magazines filled with rubber bullets and mace filled bullets as well. He also picked up a katana then headed out to where they were supposed to meet, already having cleared the gun safety course for Arsenal before school started.
The other girl watched curiously as she explained her quirk, but didn’t comment. Actually, although it was almost impossible to say for sure, there were a few times where her eyes began to look more focused and she opened her mouth ever so slightly, as if she was about to say something. But each and every time she did so, she immediately checked herself and went right back to just listening in silence. She didn’t seem like she was intimidated anymore, though, so then why exactly was she being so reticent? “Okay,” Fumika assented quietly. Well, at least she was paying attention.
In any case, she kept up the pace, following Hatori into the locker room and beginning to look around curiously. Her eyes flashed red for a moment, and then suddenly, with new direction, she immediately walked over to a very specific locker and withdrew what appeared to be a white and hot pink jumper. Then she… hastily retreated into a bathroom stall to hide while she changed? Maybe she was just overly self-conscious after all.
Hatori looked away from Fumika once she finished her short explanation, searching for her locker; the girls’ locker room wasn’t particularly big, with only three aisles of lockers and each aisle having two rows. Each locker was a little less than a meter tall, though there were small slabs near the edge of the lockers so the top row could be reached. There was some distance between each aisle, enough to fit a long bench.
Since their classroom happened to be majorly girls, there were several girls already finished changing into their costumes. Fumika left for the bathroom stall as Hatori pulled out her costume. She sure is a strange girl. Maybe she doesn’t like changing in public? she thought. But Hatori didn’t really have much time to care about her; she hastily opened the guard paddings to check if her paper were ready to use, and put on her jacket before her elbow, knee, and shin-guards. Finally, she wrapped the tubing into her jacket, setting her oxygen mask right below her neck, and wore her helmet, visor up.
With only less than five minutes left, Hatori didn’t really have the time to talk to Fumika, though it would have been pretty terrible of her if she abandoned her in the bathroom to do the activity herself. She rushed to the bathroom, adjusting her costume along the way. ”We gotta go soon, Fumika. Meet you at the training grounds.”
Hatori headed to the armory, where plenty of military-grade devices and equipment lay ready for them to use. She shook a little – she knew that pro heroes would have access to these kind of equipment in their line of duty, but she had never even touched those kind of devices in her life. The girl grumbled; with little to no knowledge with military equipment, she was more likely to hurt herself from misuse.
She grabbed the essential team communicator first; upon closer observation, it was also a locator beacon, with a button marked SOS in the back with a lock button right below it. She also grabbed a flashlight. While searching through the armory inventory, she also found a few flares, though interestingly enough, they were remote controlled. She thought for a bit before grabbing the flares, and finally the smoke grenades. Hatori didn’t want to encumber herself too much, as she was already carrying plenty of paper on her already.
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Arriving at the training grounds barely on time for the activity, Hatori quickly looked around for Takeshi and Fumika, who should have hopefully finished changing into her costume by now.
It didn’t take long to find her. Off to one side of the other assembled figures was a tall, brightly colored silhouette. Her costume was rather simplistic - a padded thigh-length romper done in bright hues of white and pink, paired with tall stockings and a few odd bands and buckles around each leg. However, apart from her team communicator strapped to one leg, she didn’t seem to have carried anything with her, and she hadn’t really spent any significant period of time in the armory. Maybe she’d been too overwhelmed by the various different weapons and gadgets available and decided to play it safe? The only real “weapon” she seemed to have was the puffed-out sleeves of the garment she wore, in which her hands seemed to disappear and which, upon a closer look, seemed almost to resemble boxing gloves. Her suit’s high collar was zipped up completely, covering her mouth and chin in their entirety, along with most of her nose. Two bright blue eyes peered out from between this tall “mask” and the drooping curtains of blonde hair that framed them, wandering aimlessly over the assembled group before her head sank slightly in what might have been disappointment, the locks of hair atop her head mimicking this motion completely. Reaching up, she tugged on a thick, shaded visor and pulled it down over her eyes, at which point her face was covered completely.
A moment later, however, she twitched slightly in what might have been a start of surprise or recognition - although whether she was looking at Hatori or not was hard to say, as her eyes were completely hidden behind her thick visor along with the rest of her face. Nevertheless, a moment later, she began awkwardly shuffling her way around the edge of the assembled group of students, over to where Hatori was standing.
“Sorry,” She apologized quietly, although for what wasn’t immediately clear. “I was slow.” It was an odd thing to say, considering that she’d been there before Hatori had even arrived. Maybe she’d mistaken Hatori’s call to her while she was changing as an exhortation to hurry up?
Takeshi quickly found his group, it helped that one of his companions had long blonde hair to look for. He inspected the two in their uniforms, Hatori basing her design heavily on her quirk as a fighter pilot. An interesting choice to say the least, not a lot of protection but a defining look. He did find it odd that she had an oxygen mask, while he wondered if it was to hide her identity and be aesthetically pleasing, or if it truly was functional.
Motome’s costume was definitely flashy as well to him, though she did wear it well in his opinion. He did note there wasn’t much protection as well, as it was more for style. It was completely not what he expected from the odd girl and wondered what her normal everyday attire was and if it was similar to this.
In comparison to theirs, outwardly it looked like he didn't have any protection as well. But his design had his trench coat that was kevlar, so thicker than normal coats but only to the trained eye. His dress pants and black shirt and tie were also made of a more durable cut resistant fabric, but again looked completely normal. The only odd part of his outfit was the red belt around his waist and the boken attached to it. He truly wished that he was allowed to use his katana, as others had some deadly weapons as their own quirks so it seemed unfair, but at least he had his Sig on his thigh, hidden under his coat. His true ‘costume’ was under his clothes, A specially designed Carbon steel body armor and shoulder guards and bracers. Along with Kevlar gloves. Hidden extremely well by his normal attire.
He didn’t get to say much as the teacher started, but he simply nodded and smiled at his partners. He did see their fourth member of their team and instantly got a bad feeling from the other student. He knew he would really have to work with Hatori and Motome even more as he got that feeling from Amame that he was not in the slightest bit interested in his group. After they were done, he glanced at Hatori and asked, So what was your idea you said you had earlier?”
Hatori make sure to follow another one of their teacher’s clones; compared to their homeroom teacher, he appeared a bit more child-like in appearance, to say the least. Evidently, his Quirk allowed him to clone himself, though she would have to learn more about him and his Quirk later on. She also took a short glance at the final classmate they were paired up with, already clad in his hero costume which made him look like a white knight, though the silence from him and his distance from the three didn’t give her the best impression.
”It’s simple. Why should we try to jump onto this point right away? The only condition for victory is staying on the point for some minutes, but surely there would be plenty of competition...and action,” Hatori explained. She went ahead and grabbed the communicators and shared them to Fumi and Takeshi, keeping one for herself, and holding another for the newcomer. ”I say we wait it out near the point. There’s a good vantage point across the road north of where the control point is. I can send out my planes there, and when some of the opposing team members get wiped out, we all ambush the remaining ones. As long as we focus and eliminate them one by one, we can take the point for ourselves.”
She walked towards Amane as she finished, extending her hand towards him with the communicator for him to grab.
@Aerandir@Feyblue@pkken
Chiwa Hatori
Hatori was actually expecting a little bit of resistance, but instead a short stare at the unnaturally blonde haired girl make her seem like she was going to collapse at any moment. She wondered if she was pressing too hard; she wasn't here yesterday, and it was possible that she simply had this seat the day before, though as far as she knew, there were no assigned seats in this class for some reason. At least, from what she had read in the syllabuses befire, students just picked where they sat most of the time since the majority was spent outdoors anyways save for test days or other events.
Slowly, Hatori's hand slid away from the table as the girl stammered and attempted to formulate a complete sentence. It doesn't seem like the girl was going to accept her greeting, being all too occupied in trying to explain herself. She wanted to interrupt and speak up herself until another teenage boy approached them from the left, with faint blue eyes and pitch black hair. He was a bit tall, but not too much, with the top of Hatori's head barely reaching his eyes. His appearance was a stark opposite to Jett, who she had only met a few minutes ago.
He greeted the blonde hair girl as "Motome-san", and she paused and stood back from the table when she realized that this Motome was in fact her teammate for the day. Motome Fumika, Hatori recalled from the blackboard. She turned to her other teammate, Yashiro, leaning her hand at the chair in front of Motome's seat. "It's Hatori. And yeah, that does seem–"
A loud "Stop!" from Motome caused Hatori to stop as she prepared to pick up her bag from the ground. Motome stood up, and Hatori nearly dropped her bag once more before her quick reflexes grabbed it right before it impacted. She was confused and a bit irritated, but she didn't want to release her emotions on someone she was going to work with in minutes. A prompt explanation from Motome revealed that the seat to the left of her was in fact Yoshida's seat, the seat of their fourth teammate which had yet to be present. It was something that concerned Hatori, being forced to work with one less person. She would have to plan accordingly if Yoshida wasn't going to appear for this class.
However, Hatori was more interested in what Motome added afterwards. If the blush on her cheeks wasn't obvious enough, Motome had feelings for this Yoshida, and Hatori tried not to chuckle about it. She was never in a relationship before, though she was never interested in one to begin with, but the fact that somehow Yoshida was able to tug on Motome made her all the more curious of the person he actually was.
"Oh, Yoshida is one of our partners for the day, so I guess I can understand why you want to sit next to him," Hatori casually responded to Motome, seemingly ignoring the obvious signs on Motome's face, though Yashiro could catch a small smirk as she spoke. Hatori jumped onto the seat in front of Motome's, taking out a few stacks of stick notes from her bag before momentarily moving towards the open shelves to place her bag and return. "In that case, I guess I could sit on front of your seat instead, so we have some time to interact and coordinate."
@Feyblue@Aerandir
Chiwa Hatori
The classroom was steadily getting fuller as more and more students walked in, though it seemed as the morning bell came near, a few classmates were still not in class yet. With a quick count – there weren't much students in this class, anyway – Hatori could tell that five of them remained absent. She was hoping one of them wasn't part of her team; Hatori wanted to use the last valuable minutes of her time to get to know her teammates before getting ready for the exercise. Since she wasn't here yesterday, she barely knew anyone, and conversely barely anyone knew her, and those that did knew her only roughly. And on another tangent, her roommate was probably here and Hatori had never even seen her. "Ugh. Can't things get any more easier for me?" Hatori muttered below her breath.
There was one that struck out to Hatori as soon as she walked into the room, however. It was a blonde haired girl, though her hair seemed way whiter than blonde hair should normally be, and it extended way down. It reminded Hatori of the tale of Rapunzel, though she bet Rapunzel wouldn't have such strange hair. There was also that lock of hair that was comically bobbing on the top of her head. That girl was approaching close to where Hatori was sitting, with little to no emotion on her face. Hatori recalled that Dulga had that same lack of emotion on her, though it was for a completely different reason – this girl, she couldn't exactly put her finger on it, but she struck Hatori as peculiar rather than stoic. The white-blonde hair girl sat to the right of the second last seat to the window...
Wait...isn't that where I was sitting?
Hatori swiftly jumped across the freshly organized column of tables, using the chairs to step up and scale across the seats. Her bag was still lying next to Hatori's chair which was getting stolen right in front of her eyes. She had honestly just picked that seat because it was closed to the open shelves where they placed their bags right when class started, and was far enough in the back that she had ready access to the back door. She wouldn't have picked a window seat, however – Hatori was left-handed and the window would just get in the way of her left arm.
She grabbed her schoolbag, which lay opposite to the girl's schoolbag, and placed a hand right on the table right as the strange girl sat down. With Hatori looking down at her, she almost felt like she was in an assertive position, ready to dispute whatever claim the girl had ready for her. On a second thought, someone taking her seat wasn't a really big issue, as she could just take another nearby seat, but Hatori wanted to figure out this girl's personality first...and by the off chance she was actually part of her team.
"I'm sorry, but I've already taken this seat. My bag was here first," Hatori said concisely with a calm tone. She didn't want to antagonize her too much, since Hatori wanted to leave a good first impression. "You're free to sit elsewhere though, maybe near me. We could get to know each other...what's your name, by the way? I'm Chiwa Hatori. Nice to meet you."
@Feyblue
Chiwa Hatori
Acion Nakamiji
Jett noticed Kaida coming over, sitting up straighter in his chair to be polite. As she sat down next to him on his right and asked him how he was doing, he smiled and nodded. “I’m doing all right. Thanks for asking,” he replied. He was about to apologize for not coming back down the night before like he said he was going to, before Acion came over and asked if she was ready for her first class. It suddenly hit Jett that yesterday and now, he actually sounded like a normal kid…and not one who was stuck in a Shakespearean play. He actually kind of wanted to hear one of his own cringeworthy lines.
Kaida nodded with a smile, glad that he was indeed feeling better. To be honest, she was kinda bummed that he didn’t come back down for dinner, and was still a little worried about him. She was pulled away from Jett though as she heard a familiar voice to her left. It was Acion, asking if she was ready for her first class. She nodded; Kaida was actually worried, as she did notice the groups on the board and that meant that perhaps she was going to have to fight, and she had to make sure to keep her Quirk in check.
”Yes! I’m excited, and also a little nervous. Everyone in class seems waaaaay more adept than I am…” In part it was true. She limited herself severely with her Quirk, while the others would have full range of theirs. Kaida at least hoped that she would be allowed to use her sword. But before she could ask anything, another girl came up to them, one she had not met yet.
”Why do you think so?” It’s true that Acion had met some people who had problems with their confidence. Reina, for example, was an extreme version. Not that Kaida was being like that, but after all the encounters, it would not be unreasonable to assume so. But he may be wrong. She may simply be trying to be humble. He also wondered about her quirks, as well, but he could simply wait until the exercise commences.
”But that nervousness can be a good thing. Because it is basically preparing yourself for the task.” Acion then looked to the board, at the group they were all assigned, as the dark-haired side ponytailed girl introduced herself. ”Looks like we are all each other’s opponents for this one. Be sure to pay close attention to your surroundings.” He hinted at his own fighting style without directly stating it; and by surroundings, he meant from the skies above.
As Hatori had introduced herself to the two, Kaida listened; when she thrusted her hand out for a handshake, she smiled and took it gently with hers. “Thank you, Chiwa. That is too kind of you. My name is Kaida Beaumont. It's a pleasure to meet you.”
Jett waited to see if she offered her hand to him, then offer his, if she didn’t he wouldn’t bother raising his hand. “Whatever you prefer Hatori Chiwa, While my father and mother are foreigners, I was born and raised in Japan.” He said with a smile. “It’s nice to meet you as well, My name is Jett Haven.”
”So you’re Kaida, and you’re Jett,” Hatori reaffirmed, pointing to the girl and the teenage boy respectively. Hatori certainly wouldn’t have expected Jett’s background, though it did explain his lack of a heavy accent in his speech. She paid the other winged teenager boy a short glance as he had also jumped into the conversation as she did, and instinctively paused for a moment for continuing. ”That means we’re all on different teams. I hope you all make it through, so that we can demonstrate each other’s skills...I’m certainly not going to hold back.”
Hatori had also picked up on parts of the conversation the three had before they joined in, and decided to give her input as well. She was never one to underestimate her opponents, even if they seemed small and weak at first. ”I won’t consider that something to be nervous about; if you think about it, if there’s always someone better…” she extended a thumb towards her shoulder, ”It makes me all the more motivated to beat them. I can learn a thing or two from someone I think is stronger.”
She looked at the winged teenager, finally curious about his identity; it seems like the other two had already knew who he was, but Hatori definitely did not. With what he said, however, it seemed like he was also on a completely different team from Kaida, Jett, or her. ”What’s your name, by the way?” She asked the winged teenager, not feeling nearly as awkward as she was before.
”It’s Acion. Acion Nakamiji. It is a pleasure to be your acquaintance,” Acion bowed slightly in a polite gesture as Kaida then spoke.
Acion Nakamiji. Hatori made a mental note in her mind; since it was her first day here, Hatori wanted to make sure she was able to recognize every one of her classmates so she could learn more about them in the future. Acion was easy enough to remember, especially since those six large wings made him stick out like a sore thumb from all the other classmates present in the room. His mannerisms and language was a bit archaic as well, which reminded her of one of those NPCs in those fantasy RPGs. Hehehe...even his name sounds like it comes from an RPG!
Kaida shrugged and blushed slightly. “I don’t know…it looks like others have been training for their entire life. I’ve really only trained for a few years…and not with my Quirk,” It wasn’t a lie. She didn’t really use her Quirk besides the strength she got from being in her normal form. She nodded as Acion commented on paying attention to their surroundings, and found it odd that he would say something like that, but paid it no attention. Chiwa also chimed in on the upcoming battle; she certainly seemed confident enough. ”I-I just don't want to make a fool of myself,” Kaida said quietly.
Jett listened quietly to the three talk, and then added: ”You’re not going to make a fool of yourself. Roy already did that with getting kicked in the head by Kasuke,” he said with amusement.
”This is all practice anyway, so don’t worry about it too much at the moment. We’re all here to learn and grow.” Jett added with a confident smile. He too was interested in what Kaida’s Quirk was, though she did not seem like one to freely give out that information. His thoughts turned to his own Quirk. He had tried a few times this morning but still had no control over his abilities, which meant that he was technically the weakest in his entire class at the moment. He would have to be extra diligent on using his environment to his advantage and using others’ Quirks against them, at least for the ones he did remember.
He looked at the other two, but mostly towards Acion. ”I only hope it doesn’t turn into a shitstorm like yesterday. Someone keep Mamoru away from the heavy equipment,” Jett said.
As Kaida timidly explained about humility, Acion was instantly reminded of yesterday. While he did not exactly make a fool of himself on the battlefield, he did make himself look like some sort of idiot. Most importantly, he did make a horrible mistake that afternoon, which nearly resulted in someone’s death. For a hero, it was not just embarrassing, but also humiliating. But there would be no use talking to all three of them about it.
Acion stood up and walked to Kaida, and patted her shoulder, while looking into her deep indigo-colored eyes. ”The fact that you’re here shows that you have some potential. And I don’t believe anyone in this class would be a jerk to laugh at someone who is working hard to improve themselves.” He took a look around the class, and gazed into her eyes again. ”Yeah. So if that lift your worries off a little bit…”
Jett then reminded him the incident yesterday at the exercise. He looked at Acion in particular out the four of them, aside from him of course. Acion was the one having the most overview of what happened, since he was flying right above it the moment it happened. A flashback of the chaos returned briefly...
”Yes, necessarily.” He replied to Jett, his tone spilled with a myriad of emotions, from worries to doubts. Especially when the image that Acion was imagining was not a peaceful one. He then turned to Kaida and patted her shoulder again. ”You’re with her. Perhaps you can be the one to do that.”
Kaida’s response immediately reminded Hatori of her younger years; she had only truly discovered her Quirk a little later than a normal child would, and was significantly delayed on her natural Quirk’s development until only a few years ago when she entered junior high. Though in Kaida’s case, she apparently hasn’t trained her Quirk very much, if at all, which begged the question of how Kaida was able to get into Komei in the first place. But it wasn’t Hatori’s right to make assumptions of other people.
Hatori nodded in agreement to Acion and Jett’s words of encouragement, and decided to add in her own feedback as well. She was curious who this Mamoru actually was, though with the way Jett talked about her – or him, she couldn’t really tell Mamoru’s gender by her name – it seems like she was a reckless classmate. Another short glance at the blackboard showed that Mamoru was in the same team as Kaida. Hatori wondered what that mean for Mamoru as an opponent; Jett mentioned something about heavy equipment, though there wasn’t very much information for Hatori to go off of. She only knew one thing about reckless fighters; if they were reckless enough to put themselves in harm’s way, they were definitely reckless enough to be an unpredictable and wild opponent in a fight. Hatori may have to keep her distance from whoever this Mamoru was.
Jett had also mentioned some other classmates, namely Roy and Kasuke, who were also on the board, the latter being part of Jett’s group. They were only mentioned in a passing sentence, so Hatori expected to learn more about them later when they came into class.
Kaida looked to Jett and Acion as they mentioned keeping someone away from heavy equipment the name sounded familiar. Mamoru...was that the pink haired girl that scared her yesterday in her room? She seemed not like one to cause so much chaos to which Jett AND Acion were hinting to in their tones. She seemed more hyper and silly than dangerous.
”What do you mean? What happened yesterday?" she asked, looking at Acion’s hand as he kept on patting her shoulder. She slowly turned in towards her seat, repositioning herself so he would not do it again. While she did not mind Acion, she preferred not to be touched that way by a guy she did not know particularly much about. Kaida wouldn’t mind if it was someone like Roy and Jett touching her, people she recognized and knew well. However, she didn’t want to be straight up rude to the boy and tell him not to touch her again. Also, what was she supposed to do about this girl? She didn’t even know her as well, save for a brief encounter at the dorm halls maybe.
The question caused Acion to stop his patting as he looked toward Jett. His expressions were unreadable; it was an inevitable question. ”She threw a number of heavy machineries at her opponents. Trucks, cranes and other kinds of things. Casualties...well...”–he shrugged his shoulders–”one critical injury, one minor injury, and the whole fight was stalled for a few minutes to get the situation resolved.”
“All while we couldn’t see them coming due to the dust cloud. I mean she jumped through a truck windshield as well. The girl is crazy.” Jett added glancing to Kaida and Chiwa. He glanced up towards the door to see Kasuke walk in, past him and sit down, letting out an audible groan after she looked up at the board. ”You know…. I’m not that bad to work with…” He said with a smirk.
Hatori glanced at the three, blinking and grabbing the table she was sitting on with one arm. Their dialogue was so vague she couldn’t make out what Mamoru’s Quirk was, though with how Acion said it, her Quirk definitely allowed her to do great physical attacks, which suggested something along the line of physical enhancement, like super-strength.
That being said, Acion’s testimony made out Mamoru to be way more reckless than she thought; Hatori acknowledged well the benefits of training and sparring with others but not to the level of injury. Hatori compared it to a weight-lifting workout – it was great and all to push your limits, but getting injured from a workout could be potentially hazardous to one’s muscles and joints and in worst case scenarios could start tearing muscles or fracturing bones. Quirk training was no different. She had heard of people who have gotten seriously injured to the degree of permanently disabling their Quirk. Hatori hoped the same didn’t happen here.
”I hope you control her, Kaida,” Hatori added. ”While heroes will fight many villains, they must also make sure they don’t accidentally hurt innocent civilians while they’re at it. Rescuing and making sure civilians are safe is also a part of the job. Recklessness wouldn’t nearly be as acceptable as it is now when we actually have to do field work in the future.”
”At least she is cooperative enough. Here I have my own fair share of crazy fighters to control,” Acion said as he looked at the board of teams. It would be nice to have someone like Roy or Jett with him in his team, who were at least responsive. And from Acion’s observance – he wasn’t entirely sure – it was likely that he would have to pull his team together. But it was fine enough for him. A good leader can make anyone work well.
”Well, it certainly is nice to talk to both of you. And make sure that I will be meeting you later on the battlefield.” Acion said, as he headed back to his desk, as class would soon begin.
Hatori slid off the table seat as more classmates were coming in and stood up. ”I think class will be starting soon, so let’s hope we see each other again. Whatever happened in the fight yesterday, I hope it doesn’t happen this time,” Hatori said, going across the tables to go sit at her own.
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Chiwa Hatori
Hatori looked around the room; quite a few people were walking in already after her, and probably the first person she noticed was... Holy crap! Her eyes briefly narrowed when she saw the same six-winged teenager boy as she was following last night, and she looked away, covering her mouth awkwardly. Talk about coincidences...we're in the same class! I mean, he doesn't know who I am, but I do. At least I know what his Quirk does, not that isn't straightforward enough anyways.
She wasn’t going to wait through the last minutes before class doing nothing though, so she took the time to stand up and walk two seats across towards Jett’s and Kaida’s seats, keeping her stationery on her desk to mark it at her spot. Hatori sat on one of the vacant seats in a casual pose with one of her knees crossed onto the other. It wasn’t nearly as easy as she thought it would be, since Hatori was in her school skirt and not the exercise shorts she normally wore outside of class, and she wanted to avoid the embarassment.
She could immediately tell that neither of them looked Japanese, which meant that they were likely foreigners, and by the way the girl had just addressed the guy, Hatori could definitely tell that she had a noticeable accent. Hatori hadn’t heard the guy talk himself, though if the two foreigners were meeting together as soon as they saw each other, they must have known each other before.
”Well, if either of you are in Delta with me, we could get to work together, though in the more likely chance you’re both in different teams, I wish you the best of luck,” Hatori let out a grin and thrusted her hand out for either one of them to shake. ”Chiwa Hatori. I normally don’t see that many foreigners here, and in Japan we usually refer to other classmates by their surname, but if it makes you more comfortable, Chiwa is fine.”
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To be honest... I am a little creeped out XD
Cremation and funeral services aren't that creepy as they seem, kind of what Zeroth suggests, it's mostly just an overwhelming amount of paperwork, and permits and death certificates are just a few of the many complicated things one (and a grieving family) has to do after one passes away.
It's actually pretty interesting we have one of those guys in here though. xD
Chiwa Hatori
Hatori was in a focused state as she stared through the vision of her spy-plane. Since the planes' flightpath were entirely determined by her, it was like flying in a way, but not quite; the sound and sensation of the wind blowing against the paper airplanes were completely absent, and for Hatori it felt more like staring at a computer screen. Since she was only piloting a small fleet of planes, she didn't have to concentrate that much and could exercise greater control.
She eventually caught up to the winged figure, where she was able to see him in more detail. He was clad completely in armor that looked like it came out of a fantasy RPG setting, and six white wings that had a slight golden tint when reflected by the moonlight. Actually, it isn't just the armor, this guy looks like he's some sort of angelic white knight from an RPG... Hatori thought before witnessing him do a prompt maneuver, turning upwards and immediately rolling back level.
By his looks, she could definitely tell that he was one of the Komei students, though why he was wearing his hero costume outside of classes was totally beyond her. She wondered how he could fly that quickly and smoothly when he was in all that armor – wasn't plated armor supposed to be heavy? Hatori's planes copied the winged teenage boy's maneuver, suddenly pulling up the rudder and rolling until she was right-side up. "Well, I can do that too..."
However, she had flown far too close than she should have, grabbing the attention of the winged person. Hatori hesitated when he turned his head around, and her control was starting to get a bit delayed after that train ride and dorm decorating had sapped most of her energy. The first thing she did was accelerate before he was able to turn around, then go for a swift dive down and out of sight.
Hatori sighed as she terminated control of her small fleet right as they entered back into the dorm, closing her windows and lying down back in bed. It was already getting a bit late for her, but all she could do now was take a rest. Her roommate was still absent for some reason, though it did save her from some awkward explaining on why she was sitting completely still on her chair for ten minutes straight. "Well, guess I'll meet her in person tomorrow." Hatori turned off the lights and pulled up her blankets.
The teenage girl was already in class a little more than ten minutes early, finishing up what remained of her breakfast as she walked in: a half-eaten convenience store onigiri and a soy milk carton. She wasn't in her sweatervest, simply wearing her school uniform with a bowtie, and the sweatervest sleeves wrapped around her waist. Other than that though, she had brought her schoolbag with all the books she needed for the day, and half an hour before she had also went to the locker rooms. Unlike most regular schools though, they actually had to lock their own lockers and place their extra set of shoes, hero costumes, and PE clothes in there. The lockers were large enough to fit all those in easily, however, and was big enough that even she could fit inside it.
When she noticed that the teacher was already inside, however, Hatori quickly finished her drink and scarfed down her onigiri at the door before sitting down for class. "Oh...greetings, sensei!" she swiftly added before finding her designated seat. There were still a few left unoccupied according to the seating chart she was given yesterday, and decided to sit down on the fourth seat of the second column. She noticed that the teacher was already writing down designated teams and was just about finishing, and her name was written right on it for "Team Delta".
"Fumika, Kenichi, and Yashiro..." she muttered in order, smiling to herself. She had no idea who those people are, but the other students seemed like an interesting bunch. More than a quarter of the class had some sort of foreign surname, and a little bit more seemed to be half-Japanese or at least related to one, since they had some English first names. "Has Komei been accepting a lot more foreign students recently? This looks more like an international school, Hatori thought. Dulga was also on there as well, but in another team. Which means I'll get to fight her in this activity...though I'm not sure what it's about. Five teams? What kind of activity would require that?
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Chiwa Hatori
Hatori let out a small laugh. Like Dulga, she was perfectly aware how much she was dominating the conversation, and wondered if she should give Dulga a turn to speak, though it seemed like every time she did, Dulga didn't feel like responding too much. "Well, it's my first time actually having to live with someone else, and if I'm going to be with her for the entire year, it's better that we respect each other's way of living rather than butt heads all the time," Hatori comments. "Though honestly, I would rather prefer living by myself, since there are probably a lot of things I rather do privately than in front of others."
Hatori was quick to realize how suggestive that sounded, and raised her eyes with an awkward pause. "I mean, whatever you're tinkering with your workbench there, I'm pretty sure you don't want your other roommate to bother you or you to bother her," she clarified. "...And I don't want the off chance that she's going to rummage through my stuff or whatever."
On the topic of food, Hatori rubbed the back of her head. "It's a shame I'm not that hungry though, or I would have eaten some of those leftovers by now. There's always tomorrow, though," she says, before noticing the time on one of the digital clocks set up; she had been staying more than a few minutes in Dulga's room, and she still needed some time to unpack everything she brought here and meet her other roommate. Probably need to wrap things up real soon.
She finally stood up from her chair, leaning one knee on it. "And if there's combat training tomorrow, then I wish you good luck. I'm really interested to see what your 'gadgets' can do. You might catch a glance of my Quirk, too," Hatori steps back towards the door. If I have no idea what her Quirk is, I might as well play it safe and not tell her mine's, too~ Hatori pulled on the collar of her jacket before making her exit.
"Oh, and by the way, Ryukyu's pretty cool." Hatori made one last comment, making a short glance at Dulga's plush.
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Chiwa Hatori
Dulga Tarata. Hatori tried to keep that in her mind. It was certainly an unusual yet unique name, not one she has heard before, but it definitely didn't sound Japanese, so Dulga was most likely a foreigner, though with the tall teenage girl barely showing any bare skin (and with any skin shown being completely pale), her race was still ambiguous. Sounds like a name one would use in a fantasy RPG! She tried not to let out a chuckle thinking about that.
The door was opened a bit more to show more of the room and of Dulga, who was wearing a dark green cloak that worn out into noticeable threads at the edges, with a hood near her neck. Most of her body was again obscured by her own cloak, though one of her arms was visible. It was as pale as her face, and she was wearing some sort of fingerless protective glove. It just made Hatori all the more willing to get to know her more as a person. "Oh sure, I'll be glad to...Dulga," Hatori answered with a short pause, making sure she got Dulga's name right – she had learned enough English to get the sounds right, but sometimes her accent would kick in.
As Dulga accepted Hatori as her guest, Hatori was able to get a full look into Dulga's room. The layout was largely the same as her own dorm room, though the beds were noticeably longer and taller to accommodate Dulga's larger frame. With Dulga stashing her gun case away, Hatori could only see a black case next to her table, though she did notice a large workbench, considerably wider than a normal table, complete with a C-framed loading press, a precision scale, and a specific mount for disassembling and cleaning weapons. There were also drawers on the back of the table, though it was mostly empty and Dulga's other apparatus was either on the table, still waiting to be reassembled for use, or still in her bags, and so her work area was still incomplete. The windows were also much larger, almost covering the entire room, to allow for greater ventilation, and whoever was Dulga's other roommate had their bed and bench placed further away from the workbench to allow for a safe working area.
Of course, Hatori never having used a gun, let alone hand load or clean one, was unable to recognize what Dulga's workbench was for, though she believed either Dulga transported it her for herself, or this was one of the school's accommodations for her. Other than that, Dulga didn't seem to have much – no TV and no video games, though she could spot a dragon plushie on one of the beds near Dulga's workbench. So like my roommate's room...ugh, the people here are pretty weird, but at least Dulga's half isn't a complete blank. She actually feels like a serious, no-nonsense sort of girl.
"Oh, I haven't really cleaned up my own room yet. I just plopped by stuff down; I can always organize it later, and buy more things tomorrow. My roommate though, I think she's a hardcore minimalist," she joked with a chuckle. "She brought virtually nothing. I haven't actually met her yet, but she settled down before me. Barely a backpack's worth of stuff."
Hatori sat down in the chair of Dulga's other roommate, leaning an arm on the edge of the back rest. "And um, I ate some dinner during the train ride, though it wasn't much, and it wasn't particularly tasty," she added. "I could eat a little bit more, but I think it's a bit too late to go for dinner. No worries though, I brought some snacks with me."
She glanced at the door, wondering if her other roommate has returned back yet. Meanwhile, Hatori was particularly curious about Dulga's workbench, and pointed to it. "By the way, what's that for? It looks way different from the normal dorm tables. Did you bring it yourself? And what are those equipment for?" she asked.
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