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Current Just ran a stale yellow. Nobody on this website is doing it like me, sticking it to the man like me, blazing a trail against tyranny like me. the only thing revolutionary about you is your rhetoric
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Takeru Segawa is the type of man they made myths out of. Intensely privileged to be able to say I watched him burn so bright as he did before going out with a win. I’ll miss you, hero.
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a frayed thread on the colorful tapestry of our existence, begging to be yanked until the whole thing unravels, a suggestive, inviting golden glow around the idea of leaking my buddy's DMs to his wife
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I'm like the "conspicuously modded with multiple trojan backdoors skyrim save on your friend's screenshare stream" of white boys
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5 mos ago
Completely fucking up my field sobriety test as i clamber out of the honda fit i've wrapped around a lightpost, staggering everywhere, before finally scoring a big fat goose egg on the breathalyzer
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Shinjiro Karasawa


"Mine was cooler."

A playful, impudent statement like that one was what met the Level 5 in the designated area for those with finished tests. Reaffirmed as a Level 4, the grape-flavored young esper stood in their circle with folded arms and a half-cocky, half-cheeky smirk on his face. Sure, her capabilities were impressive enough, you shouldn't expect much less from a level 5, but that didn't stop him from playing around like he would with anyone else.

Karasawa Shinjiro simply was not that kind of man.

"So, how long have you been a Level 5, anyway?" he asked conversationally, as the white-haired scientist requested the next person ready to test to step forward, please.
eh?

nandatte?
Shinjiro Karasawa


Eyes now firmly planted back on the professor, he snapped back to attention with a curt nod and a bark of "Got it." Ambling over to the designated area, he kicked off his shoes and socks as he drew up to the container, eyeing the distinctly trashcan-looking security drone. So he'd have to fight one of them, huh? Scratch that one off the bucket list. Talk about weird tests. Stepping into the chamber, he tossed his phone out into his shoes at the last second before closing the door behind him.

And by some quirk of fate, the impact had apparently told his playlist to play and shuffle.

well I'm

What--

HOT-BLOODED

oh god why

CHECK IT AND SEEEEE

The crowd half-chuckled, and half groaned in response, while the young man in a heat-rated uniform inside the little glass jar gritted his teeth, flush with both anger and embarassment. Why did that of all things have to play? Were you kidding him?! You had to be kidding him!

GOT A FEVER

OF A HUNDRED

AND THREEEEEE


The walls of the container began to fog as where he would normally emit sweat, he replaced it with steam. Red began to tinge the edges of his vision as blood pumped faster and faster, naturally excited by the upkick in temperature. HOT BLOODED, wailed Foreigner from his phone, HOT BLOODED!

"Can't believe this..." he muttered, as his body temperature soared past 600, passing it by like a tree on the side of the highway, and climbed yet further. Skin now fully flushed an angry looking pinkish-red, he began to very faintly glow, a light that would not pierce the fogged up glass or even do much in full darkness, but he glowed nonetheless.

"Security-bot, huh?" he growled from within, alone with this thoughts as he folded his arms brusquely, tapping his bare foot against the tiled floor as the surface of his skin reached 800 Fahrenheit, climbing higher still. "What th' hell am I supposed to do, dump it out?"

850F.

Fuhgeddaboutit.

900F.

I'll figure it out as I go.

950F.

She wants to see action.

1000F.


I'll give it to her.

Signaling he was at maximum output, Shinjiro's kees bent in a low, primal crouch, red-tinted vision zeroing in on his mechanical adversary.

Kawashiro-sensei released the esper.

Kawashiro-sensei released the bot.

Karasawa Shinjiro released himself.

A glowing, red-orange blur launched towards the hapless grey robot at top speed, loosing a roar that, combined with everything else, would halfway convince someone who didn't know any better that he was attempting to be an offensive lineman. Which, of course, would be entirely wrong.

No offensive lineman punted the other players.

"OOOOOORAAAAA!"

Foot wedging in the small space between bot and floor, Karasawa's mighty kick continued upward as if the hunk of machinery in the way were little more than an gnat, sending it flipping high enough into the air for a full rotation before crashing back down, leaking smoke from the underside. Green light now redundantly flashing red, it would find itself under assault once more, as Shinjiro's second charge flung his bodyweight past it, leaving his trailing arms to clamp down on it's top and pull it with him, sending the can-shaped robot onto it's side.

R
K
O
!


If only i'd broken it in half--

There's an idea.


Rounding on the downed machine, he grabbed it in both arms, as if hugging a beloved family member, lifted it fully off the ground--

And began to squeeze.

Slightly blurry to the onlookers as the haze of heat surrounding him bent the light, he continued to apply pressure, even as his insane body heat weakened the material.

Further, further it began to deform.

Harder, harder he squeezed, intent on crushing his way straight through.

Groaning under the pressure and spewing white smoke from it's interior, the robot's chassis gave way with one final push, loosing a a very unpleasant tearing REEEEEEAKKK sound as the robot was sheared in half between his arms.

Smiling, the esper turned and presented the "head" of the bot to both crowd and scientist, before casually dropping it to the floor as the red-orange glow became pink, then faded away completely.

Not too shabby.

he is young and innocent to the horrible truths of the world
I know i haven't been the most active at time and I am sorry for that. but if I may have a a word or two without offending anyone if I am causing a problem at all I will drop out I cant be on more because of balancing a job at a cafe and college it can be hard to do a post everyday. So if my posts yes are pretty short at times but I try my best to get involved at times and if thats not enough than I will gladly resign so someone better can take my spot so there we go.


DON'T LEAVE LUKE ALONE WITH MOKUREN SHE MIGHT HURT HIM

HE'S A FRAGILE BOY
who's he gonna give the hiccup?
>will Luke ever get a clue?

no
There's only so much interesting stuff you can write about when your character's an antisocial, quiet worker in the middle of basically a woodworks class.


I gotchu fam always
hot-blooded introspection
Shinjiro Karasawa


Caught between two, possibly 3 people at once, he turned his head to Kansai girl informally known as Hat-chan, flashing her a thumbs up and a terse nod of approval, even as the mostly silent crowd watched in what seemed to be some form of befuddlement. It was like he hadn't even remembered how cool and badass he was trying to be but seconds ago!

"Better!" he grunted, eyeing a brief, distinctly lightning bolt-y flash in the sky from roughly where he would assume the mages to be, on the other side of school. The thunder followed shortly, eliciting hushed murmurs from the crowd. So someone cast Thundaga. Big deal, the old footage of Railgun on Youtube and stuff was pretty similar.

"A-ny-ways, you hear that?" he asked behind himself, beginning to turn back towards Rebecca. "She heard me loud and cl--"

What was that bright stuff over there?

His mouth clamped shut instinctively to avoid fully going slack, his head reversed fully back towards the magic side, and his eyes went wide as saucers as a lance of white and gold split the skies.

"Ho-ly..." he said lowly, next word needing no elaboration.

BULLSHIT!

SINCE WHEN DID MAGES GET A FINAL FLASH?!
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