Tim
AnimalMe too but I won't fight anyone about it if they try to stop me.
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STATUS: I remember being on this website all the time. Where does the time go 2 yrs ago
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I remember being on this website all the time. Where does the time go
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Buying GF with Fall Guys crowns please pm me if interested
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I'm going to beat you to death
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Today on bottom gear
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Dear diary, I shat myself to destroy the libs.
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@Mercenary Lord Not a problem! If you don't think you can make it I'm not gonna get bent out of shape.
I am working on the OOC for anyone who's worried. :)
@Mercenary Lord Maybe just above modern. Genius supers would not be trusted enough for that. Laser weapons exist but still in prototype form.
Here's the sheet if you'd like to begin work on a character.
Thanks for the interest everyone! I'll wait until the end of this week and then start working on an OOC.
In the meantime I'll begin work on a CS
In the meantime I'll begin work on a CS
Mentions: @Jojo @ShwiggityShwah
The girl's response was helpful at least, even if it took her a while to get it out. She was clearly a bit socially inept, so Souta wasn't going to follow after her when she took off. He wasn't going to force himself on anyone, he just wanted directions, that's the long and short of it.
Her eyes were still weird though. Oh well, it wasn't important, if it had anything to do with her quirk, he'd find out soon enough.
The group over there seemed to be getting loud, real loud. One voice in specific actually. Souta didn't know any of the other students' names, but that one over there, the blue one, he didn't need a name to stick in Souta's mind the instant he saw him, roaring arrogantly and only being quelled by a teacher's intervention.
Souta hated him already.
Some UA wannabe who thought he was better than everyone else. Souta immediately felt the warmth of anger fill the vacuum that had taken hold of him ever since the breaking of his arm. He was shocked. Somehow he felt... passionate again. Just from seeing some asshole being an asshole. Huh. He'd have to think on that more, but right now he'd rather dwell on how he'd knock the blue kid down a peg rather than be happy that he felt alive again.
He had managed to antagonize a good portion of the class already, so the lot of them probably wouldn't mind if he tried to deal some sweet justice.
Wait, okay, so the teacher that just intervened was apparently their homeroom teacher, and he had said that they needed to head to the assembly hall, which another of the teachers had repeated. Okay. Souta had lost himself a bit there. He should probably start heading in, he didn't wanna be the one guy who didn't show.
He started walking in, but the path that he was taking didn't seem right, it wasn't close enough. He needed to move over just a bit, juuuust a bit.
In the effort of doing so, he bumbled into the bulky fellow, and it felt like he'd knocked his elbow off of a rock. People were usually soft, not solid stone as this guy seemed to be. He probably would have fallen if not for his quirk balancing him.
"Oh uh, sorry," he said simply, offering a slightly softened scowl to the larger boy, before continuing on his way.
As he passed by the blue-skinned student, he slowed to a stop and rubbed the back of his neck in faux-introspection. He loudly sighed.
"All these students, and none of them impress me," he said. Another sigh came out of his mouth. "Guess I'm just gonna be the stand-out. I thought I'd at least have to try. How disappointing."
He offered a pointed look at the boy with the turbines for arms.
This was going to be fun.
Around ten years ago, an incident in a small town on the outskirts of Jakarta, Indonesia, was brought to international attention. A home in the very middle of the town had suddenly been consumed by ice. First responders entered the -50 degree building, discovering the frozen corpses of the family within.
And the infant who had caused it.
Superhumans are a dangerous breed. A superhuman body drives men to madness with overuse of their abilities. Those that choose their humanity suppress their abilities, keeping the beast that dwells within themselves at bay, but those who desire power or cannot handle their power choose to let it harm the innocents around them.
What of those people who can't defend themselves? Do they rely on the government to aid them? Do they hide and fear for their lives?
We here at Javelin believe that they should rely on neither of those options. So welcome, those who wish to protect their friends, their family, welcome to those who have fought and lost. The world needs a protector, and we at Javelin will provide a bulwark for decades to come.
"Uncommon Strength, for the Common Man"
-Javelin company slogan
-Javelin company slogan
The introduction video sure makes it seem glorious, doesn't it? Defending the defenseless and all that, but working for Javelin is not easy. You've never felt fear until you've been chased by a pissed off skeleton that is swiftly regenerating all of its musculature in mere seconds. A Javelineer, as ground-level employees are known, is an expendable creature. Very few make it to their third mission, but if you survive that long, you're likely to keep surviving. At least, that's what the statistics say. So hey, there's a target to work towards.
Crazed superhumans are no easy target, even for a whole company of insane mercenaries, but usually you only have to deal with the one incredibly powerful freak of nature. That's comforting isn't it? Just remember that withdrawing and applying what you learned the first time to come back with a better plan is always an option.
Some of you may have personal vendettas against superhumans, some of you may be ex-soldiers with nowhere else to go, hell, some of you may just be psychopaths looking for a way to get your fix. No matter why you joined Javelin, there's a place for you and a gun on your back.
Try your best, that's all you can do. Well, that and hope to leave a pretty corpse.
Why wasn't I told about this?! Interested
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Well, Souta had expected this.
He arrived at the top only to watch as almost everyone else joined into a blob of humanity, completely ignoring him. It was exactly what he had wanted when he woke up that morning, but he couldn't help being slightly offended. What, was he ugly? He didn't much think so, but maybe he wasn't the best person to judge his own attractiveness. Maybe it was because he had been awake all night and probably had bags under his eyes. He didn't know, he hadn't seen a mirror all day, but he could assume.
Or maybe they just knew each-other and he was over-analyzing. That could be it too.
He couldn't shake that feeling no matter how much he tried to convince himself that he was wrong. Why did he care so much anyway? He never cared this much about anything before, not ever since baseball.
Well, whatever, he was here for his license, right? In however many years that took to get. He didn't want to make friends, right? He'd be cordial, but he didn't care enough to be friendly. Maybe that would change, it was doubtful, but maybe... right?
Ergh, why'd he have to go and screw it all up, he was good at baseball, when he played, his team-mates loved him, he didn't need to prove a goddamn thing. Now he had to work to get a job that he didn't care about so he could work at that until he died.
Well, whining about it to himself wasn't going to do anything, he needed to prioritize, and then let things fall where they may. Souta could eventually find at least contentment if he just calmed down. Let the past lie.
Like that was gonna happen.
Right, goals, okay, now he needed to figure out where the hell he needed to be. Maybe the girl that just got dropped off could help him figure it out, it wasn't that she looked like she had her stuff in order, she was just alone, so he didn't have to deal with anyone else. He sighed, and trudged his way over to her, putting on his least-frowny face.
"Hey, do you know where we're supposed to go?" Souta asked simply. He sounded more gravelly than he intended, maybe an after-effect of the sleep deprivation. Oh well, he didn't much care what this girl thought of him. He was more focused on just figuring this whole situation out and-
Her eyes are different colors.
The realization immediately brought his eyes from a lazy scan into a focused glare. Those eyes were definitely different from each-other. Was this a quirk mutation like his hands? Maybe, though he recalled this being one of the mutations that occurred even before quirks showed up, if his history teacher was telling the truth. Well it drew one's eye, he couldn't tear his own eyes away. The realization that he was staring caused him to let a sneer cross his face, directed internally of course, she'd understand that. Not that he cared. He never cared, never.
Why did he feel that he was trying to convince himself rather than stating facts?
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