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What's poppin bitch bois, welcome to the fun-zone.

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"Oh yeah, what we're living in, let me tell ya.
It's a wonder man can eat at all
When things are big that should be small
Who can tell what magic spells we'll be doing for us."


The tall, hairless man stepped onto the city sidewalks with a wide smile, dressed in a visibly expensive casual suit, although it's style and color scheme made it seem as if it was purchased for a punk-themed funeral. It's use of leather and vinyl was balanced perfectly, complete with a pair of fitted biking gloves. The man had headphones in both of his ears, and he was playing it far louder than could be considered safe, as passerbys could hear his music clearly.

"And I'm giving all my love to this world
Only to be told
I can't see, I can't breathe
No more will we be


Harry sauntered in rhythm to the beat of his music, a quite stark contrast to his aesthetic appearance and as he walked several pairs of eyes noticed him. Well, it was either the irony of a hairless man in a black suit practically dance-walking to an upbeat 90's pop-rock ballad, or that Harold himself was a rather infamous character on the streets of Gravette that caused stares to follow him as he carelessly made his way down the sidewalk. He knew he wasn't particularly liked by the humans, or other supernatural at that, but at least the supernaturals had a decent reason to avoid him.

These thoughts however were far from his mind, as he was far too focused on an interesting development in the fair city he called home. A murder; now of course Harold was aware that this incident was hunter-related, which meant he was relatively out of harms way, but he still had to exercise a bit of damage control regarding the supernatural in Gravette. Luckily enough, he had reason to believe a certain detective leading the case was visiting a local bar looking for persons of interest. Harold had always been fond of Rebecca's Pina Coladas, and it was five o'clock somewhere; so he had a feeling he would be a winner no matter what.

And nothing's going to change the way we live
'Cause we can always take but never give
And now that things are changing for the worse,
See, its a crazy world we're living in


Harry couldn't help but sing along softly to himself in a voice that carries the slightest hint of some sort of Eastern European accent, if one asked him where he was from he would simply respond with a gleeful grin and perhaps a quite chuckle before shaking his head. He wasn't particularly fond of giving out information regarding himself or his family, but he loved teasing people with such knowledge.

And I just can't see that half of us immersed in sin
Is all we have to give these
Futures made of virtual insanity now
Always seem to, be governed by this love we have
For useless, twisting, our new technology


Seeing that the bar was up ahead, along with a interesting pile of shattered glass on the sidewalk, Harry picked up the pace a bit in excitement for the potential Pina Colada, and as he did so he reached into his jacket pocket and removed a silver handgun, with an equally polished silencer attached to it. He pulled back the slider to check that a round was in the chamber, and upon discovering there was, he flipped off the safety and returned the gun to his hidden holster. He then repeated this process with a second handgun he pulled from the opposite side of his jacket. Both of them were fully prepared for the possibility of an altercation, however Harry hoped it wouldn't come to that. He knew the owner was hoping to make the bar a neutral location, but what happens happens.

Oh, now there is no sound for we all live underground.


Harold holstered his handgun just as he stepped into the bar, something a well trained eye would notice, and removed his headphones from his ear and neatly wrapping them around his fingers as he awaited those inside to fully process that Harold Stein, the Librarian, had just entered. For the more cowardly creatures hiding within the bar, this would be reason enough to leave immediately, but the psychotic grin on Harry's face would only encourage them to pick up the pace.

"Hello Rebecca, A Pina Colada please." Was all he said as he took a seat at the bar, his wide brown eyes staring unashamedly directly at the detective a few seats away from him.
Do we have a discord server for this RP?
@AnaSilan Sunjaj]
My apologies, to clarify, I meant intrinsic as "naturally talented." As some children are naturally talented at drawing or mathematics, Harold was naturally talented at druidcraft. This makes the use of telekinesis substantially easier for him than it would be for a druid with less born talent. I didn't mean to imply that Harold is able to use telekinesis without the use of spellwork.

Aside from this misunderstanding, are there any other issues with my character?
@AnaSilan Sunja

In order of Questions; No, Moderately, No.

In the Lore I'm using, telekinesis is an ability common among two types of people in Druidic Families; those born with intrinsic druidic talent, and those who have become powerful enough druids to use it. Harold himself was born with a predisposition towards druidcraft, which stood out even in a druidic family as large and powerful as the Steins. Because he was born with Intrinsic talent at druidcraft, Telekinesis came naturally to him; however for most druids, it would take decades of practicing before one could efficiently use telekinesis. As the Steins family hierarchy is based exclusively on power, most/all of the higher ranking members of the family would likely be able to use Telekinesis as well, although the weaker members likely wouldn't. Telekinesis is simply a type of magic Druids tend to be good at, particularly the stronger ones.
Riku Saito





Jerome sat was seated at his desk, and sitting across from him was a convicted villain. Her had his hands together on his desk, his pair of large compound eyes looking at the boy. ”So it seems you will be joining my class mister-”

“Just call me Saito.” The young man responded, pulling his long black hair back into a ponytail as he shifted a bit uncomfortably in the seat before Mr. Winchester’s desk. He looked around the classroom, a tad anxiously, doing his best to look at everything he could aside from the teacher before him.

“Can we not do the classic introduction? We both know why I’m here, and that I really
wish I wasn’t. So…”
He said with a pause, still avoiding the hero’s eyes as he gave the man a chance to respond.

”I’m afraid it’s standard protocol for me debrief you on the classes you’ve missed… Saito.” Jerome said with a hit of disdain as he said the boys last name. Saito would probably mistake this as Jerome judging him base on his past, when it was actually aimed at his attitude. ”So far you’ve missed a few important classes, namely the primary fitness tests and the quirk demonstration class. Fortunately for you, there isn’t catch up classes that cover those.”

“I’m pretty sure both of those points were covered in my court case, what else is there I missed?” Saito asked, surprisingly pleasant. He didn’t intend on making things harder than they had to be at the academy, nor had he any expectations of things being enjoyable either. He was well aware of the situation he was in, and he saw it best to try and make the next few years go over as smoothly as possible.

”Nothing else of great concern. Here are some worksheets to catch you up on all the things we’ve covered in theory so far. And with that you can go off to lunch. Your first class will actually be in the training arena’s. If you don’t know your way there, try asking one of your new classmates.” Jerome would stand up, sliding Riku the set of worksheets. ”If you find yourself struggling with the worksheets, there are answers on the back. But for now, go out and enjoy the rest of the lunch break. Goodbye, Saito. You are dismissed.

Riku collected the small stack of worksheets silently, then bowed to the teacher and turned to leave. As he stepped out of the office, he closed the door behind him and looked over the papers. Almost excitedly, he pulled a pen out from his front pocket and began jotting down answers to the variety of questions surprisingly quickly. During all this, he was completely oblivious to the student that had been waiting for him in the hallway stand there.

The student would sigh and walk up to Riku, waving at him to try get Satio’s attention. ”So you’re the kid villain. Pleasure to meet you!” The student’s tone and demeanor didn’t fit his looks at all. He was a well built and rather mean looking boy, though the smile he wore made it clear he didn’t steal kids lunch money. ”My name is Ansem, I’m your student escort.”

“Saito.” Riku responded shortly, not looking up from the papers in his hands as he continued to fill out the questions at a ridiculous rate. His penmanship was barely legible from how quickly he was writing, and he poked a great deal of holes through the paper, given it had nothing supporting it. Should anyone check his answers with the answers on the back, they’d assume he had simply copied each and every answer verbatim; however he wasn’t particularly concerned with accusations of cheating.

“What is your Quirk?” Saito asked, still not looking up from his papers as he continued walking towards the cafeteria. It might have seemed a bit strange for the student to be leading his escort, but Saito had memorized the schools layout prior to his first day of attendance, so he was well aware of the direction he was going.

”Does it matter? You’ll just turn it off when you want to run away anyway.” Ansem said with a chuckle, following after Riku. He noticed how Saito was speeding through work, he must be a bright kid, just made a few wrong decisions along the way. The pair would enter the canteen, it was bustling with students, most too preoccupied to care about another kid entering the room. But that didn’t stop a few prying eyes from locking themselves onto Riku. ”Perhaps we should grab some food then sit down, it’s much easier to ace worksheets if they’re on a solid surface.”

“At least you aren’t fooling yourself here.” Saito murmured in response, taking a seat at the nearest empty table. He had noticed the harsh glares he was getting, but found it best not to respond or address them. After all, they’d be idiots to trust him or greet him with amiability; he was their enemy after all.

“If you’re hungry feel free to go and get something to eat, I’ll be fine for the time being.” He replied to Ansem, still focused heavily on his own papers. He wasn’t very hungry, which wouldn’t be much of a suprise if one knew his upbringing. He’d gotten used to eating only once or twice a week, as living on the streets doesn’t often provide one with a full belly. He also didn’t intend to change his dietary pattern, as the moment he graduated from this Academy he would be back in the same setting as before, and eating regularly would only make things harder in the long run. Instead he’d do what he’d always done, and wait to eat until it became dangerous for him to avoid it any longer.

“Do you know when my Sword will be returned to me?” Saito asked politely, although not looking up from his papers. Sadly, he was just finishing the last one, and wouldn’t be able to use them as a distraction from fully engaging with Ansem, or anyone else who happened to approach him. It was interesting though, how quickly he had managed to make up all the work he had missed in such a short period, perhaps the school wasn’t nearly as intimidating as the outside world proposed.

Ansem took a seat on the opposite side of the table, still wearing a smile. ”I’ve already had something to eat. Besides, they’ve probably ran out of all the good food by now.” He rubbed his chin at Riku’s question, it was clear he was trying to remember something, like a quote or something. ”Umm-uhhh… Oh that’s right! You’ll get it back once you’re rehabilitated. Can’t let you carry something like that around the school now can we? You are the enemy aren’t you?” Ansem chuckled slightly as he leaned back.

“Upon Graduation, yes. For now, no.” Saito Replied, folding up his worksheets and putting them in his back pocket. He then pushed up the tattered sleeves of his hoodie and glanced around the cafeteria, his heterochromatic eyes flashing in the light of the room; He was waiting for someone to approach. Given the position he was in, it was unlikely that he would simply be left alone; a villian in a building full of aspiring heroes.
Chris





Chris didn't give much in the way of resistance as the woman grabbed him by the next and pushed him against the wall; she had done something else that had caught his attention far more than any simple assault. She had taken off her mask. In the known world, there were only a handful of entities that existed with eyes of solid colors. Certain Elven sub-species, anthropomorphic races, things of that nature; but only one race had eyes that glowed due to emotional response. Elementals.

Chris had never seen a glowing eye like this in person, and he sure as hell hadn't seen one that wasn't white, nor one that only covered a single eye. This girl was unique, or at the very least, her race had never even been theorized to exist.

Both her backing away and the stranger insulting him had the same reaction from Chris, he simply stared at her as if in a trance, his mind firing at a thousand miles an hour as he tried to discover the meaning behind her glowing eye. He snapped back to reality as she stumbled a bit, and within an instant he was at her side, helping to prop her up.

He knew she probably wouldn't be fond of his support, but that had never stopped him before. Besides, the expression on his face of earnest and intense concern for her well-being would likely make it clear that she could beat him into a pulp and he'd still try to help her.

"Let me help you."

He spoke softly, the world around them suddenly being filtered through a sort of pastel pink wall. A bubble that Chris had formed around the two of them. Despite how much he wanted to, he wouldn't simply take off through the skies with her as a companion without her permission. He knew from his time volunteering that some people simply couldn't accept help, no matter where it was coming from.

Figuring out what race this girl was would have to wait, at the very least, Chris had his priorities in order.

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