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STATUS: 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 29 days ago
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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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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
Unclenching his teeth, the hotheaded Esper opened his mouth to sling forth another surly response about something along the lines of asking for permission before teleporting people, punching the other esper into the sun, or some combination thereof, the world went trippy again as the two found themselves standing once more in front of Hat-chan.
"Fft, yeah, whatever. 'Meh-mi-mew-me-me-mais-mat-muh-mup-mi-meming-mehmend'!" he repeated sarcastically, filtering Tsumiki's sentence through the most kindergarten of childish vocal filters and waving both his arms in the air at head height in that typical dismissive "ooh I'm so scared" gesture. Once he felt satisfied contorting his expression into a disdainful frown-like thing and mocking someone who'd stepped to him wrong and stepped off before he could even react, he shoved his hands into his pockets, grousing to his fellow ex-abductee.
"I hate teleporters. They barely ever ask permission for anything because they never gotta stick around for the..."
He paused, wiggling his fingers inside his pockets. He didn't remember storing notes in there...
Fishing the offending note out into the open, he glared at the Level 5's parting gift to him and Cross.
"I'll remember that."
Short and Succinct, written in plain, easy to read Hiragana. A memento for them to remember his words of warning by.
He felt a vein pump a little in his brow as his teeth ground together. Did this kid think he was scary? Think he was getting away with screwin' with people on a whim?
He took two, no, three steps away from the group, shoes suddenly off of his feet. No matter how desperately he wanted to show the little Nightcrawler shithead what he thought of vague, empty threats to his face that he didn't even plan on backing up, that he'd run from, he needed to observe responsibility. Something no damn teleporter ever wanted to do.
fwwmmmm
"...Consequences."
In Academy City, with an education system decades ahead of even the highest-caliber first world countries, certain odd notes of trivia regarding sciences were common knowledge.
One such fact was that the autoignition temperature of paper was anywhere from 424-475 degrees Fahrenheit.
"Get outta here with that shit." he finished, tossing blackened, charred bits into the light afternoon breeze. "Just keep 'portin', fuckin' bozo."
Either that or square up.
Whatever. He's gone. Fuhgeddaboutit. Whatever.
woooo--
saahhhhhhhhh
"So you got a time in mind for the whole date thing, Hat-chan?"
Unclenching his teeth, the hotheaded Esper opened his mouth to sling forth another surly response about something along the lines of asking for permission before teleporting people, punching the other esper into the sun, or some combination thereof, the world went trippy again as the two found themselves standing once more in front of Hat-chan.
"Fft, yeah, whatever. 'Meh-mi-mew-me-me-mais-mat-muh-mup-mi-meming-mehmend'!" he repeated sarcastically, filtering Tsumiki's sentence through the most kindergarten of childish vocal filters and waving both his arms in the air at head height in that typical dismissive "ooh I'm so scared" gesture. Once he felt satisfied contorting his expression into a disdainful frown-like thing and mocking someone who'd stepped to him wrong and stepped off before he could even react, he shoved his hands into his pockets, grousing to his fellow ex-abductee.
"I hate teleporters. They barely ever ask permission for anything because they never gotta stick around for the..."
He paused, wiggling his fingers inside his pockets. He didn't remember storing notes in there...
Fishing the offending note out into the open, he glared at the Level 5's parting gift to him and Cross.
"I'll remember that."
Short and Succinct, written in plain, easy to read Hiragana. A memento for them to remember his words of warning by.
He felt a vein pump a little in his brow as his teeth ground together. Did this kid think he was scary? Think he was getting away with screwin' with people on a whim?
He took two, no, three steps away from the group, shoes suddenly off of his feet. No matter how desperately he wanted to show the little Nightcrawler shithead what he thought of vague, empty threats to his face that he didn't even plan on backing up, that he'd run from, he needed to observe responsibility. Something no damn teleporter ever wanted to do.
fwwmmmm
"...Consequences."
In Academy City, with an education system decades ahead of even the highest-caliber first world countries, certain odd notes of trivia regarding sciences were common knowledge.
One such fact was that the autoignition temperature of paper was anywhere from 424-475 degrees Fahrenheit.
"Get outta here with that shit." he finished, tossing blackened, charred bits into the light afternoon breeze. "Just keep 'portin', fuckin' bozo."
Either that or square up.
Whatever. He's gone. Fuhgeddaboutit. Whatever.
woooo--
saahhhhhhhhh
"So you got a time in mind for the whole date thing, Hat-chan?"
So is that Basic Thuganomics or what
Cena is the opposite of edgy
Cena is the opposite of edgy
Hey buddy, I think you got the wrong door.
I think Luke's semblance extending to being able to heal others with his own blood, sweat, and tears (a-and saliva) is feasible, if you take into account his willingness to risk life and limb for other people that I conveniently haven't shown much of yet
Shinjiro Karasawa
"Oi, ease off on Hat-chan, would ya?" he began a touch grumpily, reaching a hand out towards Saya, fingers primed and ready to deliver a flick upon the forehead like one would give to a disobedient younger sibling, perhaps even a puppy. "She can't make 'er sales with ya--"
He felt a hand upon his shoulder. Who the fu--
*ffffPOP*
everything went trippy for a second and he thought he was falling
"--hanging on her...like... that?" he concluded awkwardly, head preoccupied by swiveling around to focus on the new surroundings. "The fuck?!"
Eyes returning front, he found himself presented with a comically extravagant cake, atop a nondescript counter, in a small, equally nodescript kitchen, and to top it all off? One intensely, teeth-grittingly proud looking esper, covered in the same flour and sugar he'd just brushed off the blazer of his uniform. The only culprit aside from the very slim chance of Cross to his right, who, judging from her similar reaction, was just as surprised as him.
Hothead or not, one didn't stick around in Academy city without knowing how to put two and two together.
"I dunno, can you try catching these hands for me, buddy?" he growled in defiance, letting his blood climb towards the 150s. "The hell do you think you're doing just teleporting people around as you please, ya mook?"
*fffpop*
"You two!"
"You two!"
"Oi, ease off on Hat-chan, would ya?" he began a touch grumpily, reaching a hand out towards Saya, fingers primed and ready to deliver a flick upon the forehead like one would give to a disobedient younger sibling, perhaps even a puppy. "She can't make 'er sales with ya--"
He felt a hand upon his shoulder. Who the fu--
"You're perfect, I need you!"
*ffffPOP*
everything went trippy for a second and he thought he was falling
"--hanging on her...like... that?" he concluded awkwardly, head preoccupied by swiveling around to focus on the new surroundings. "The fuck?!"
Eyes returning front, he found himself presented with a comically extravagant cake, atop a nondescript counter, in a small, equally nodescript kitchen, and to top it all off? One intensely, teeth-grittingly proud looking esper, covered in the same flour and sugar he'd just brushed off the blazer of his uniform. The only culprit aside from the very slim chance of Cross to his right, who, judging from her similar reaction, was just as surprised as him.
Hothead or not, one didn't stick around in Academy city without knowing how to put two and two together.
"I dunno, can you try catching these hands for me, buddy?" he growled in defiance, letting his blood climb towards the 150s. "The hell do you think you're doing just teleporting people around as you please, ya mook?"
Luke Schwarz -- Creative Mission-Based Title
Buoying her own odds?
Well, I gue--
"Okay, now you're just being mean!" he replied to her next jab indignantly, disconnecting a cable with some authority. "What kind of guy do you take me for, I have a right to defend myself!"
After all, he wasn't a doormat who would let himself be rolled over by anyone who wanted to make fun of him so easily.
"You were the one saying you were trying to put me in more danger anyway, trying to weigh down my odds." He continued in their verbal sparring session, his hands grasping the battery firmly and pulling up. "If you said you were trying to help yourself and not hinder me, I wouldn't have snapped. If that's the case, then I'll apologize. But--" he grunted, sentence interrupted by exertion as they dislodged the battery. "You can't say one thing and mean the opposite, and expect me to get it. That's unfair."
Why's she so intent on making me admit it, anyway?
This feels like a police confession coercion.
Don't I have the right against self-incrimination? I plead the Fifth!
"Let's get this thing back, the less time we spend out in the open, the better."
Shinjiro Karasawa
This all seemed to take a little while to properly process in Karasawa's young, teenaged mind. While Hat-chan had turned out to not directly be asking him on a date, she was indeed propositioning that she set him up with someone out in public, in broad daylight, amongst a crowd of others.
Needless to say, this was a weird situation!
And not to mention, he was being asked to be the rebound... Not the highest thing on the food chain.
...Will I be busy any time soon?
He racked his mind, searching for any activities that would possibly provide evidence in the affirmative.
None. And would it be just of him to leave some person suffering and downcast simply because helping out would be weird?
No. If that were the case, he wouldn't have stopped half the muggings he did by chasing the perps down with a literal full head of steam. He didn't know if he could be a good rebound guy for Hat-chan's friend to get with...
Buuuuut maybe I can try and do that 'talk her through it' stuff, if nothing else.
Help her get over it.
Yeah. Do that girl some justice.
...
the fuck am i saying
"Uh... Fuck it. Sure. Grab life by the horns and all that. I'll give it a shot." he finally replied.
This all seemed to take a little while to properly process in Karasawa's young, teenaged mind. While Hat-chan had turned out to not directly be asking him on a date, she was indeed propositioning that she set him up with someone out in public, in broad daylight, amongst a crowd of others.
Needless to say, this was a weird situation!
And not to mention, he was being asked to be the rebound... Not the highest thing on the food chain.
...Will I be busy any time soon?
He racked his mind, searching for any activities that would possibly provide evidence in the affirmative.
None. And would it be just of him to leave some person suffering and downcast simply because helping out would be weird?
No. If that were the case, he wouldn't have stopped half the muggings he did by chasing the perps down with a literal full head of steam. He didn't know if he could be a good rebound guy for Hat-chan's friend to get with...
Buuuuut maybe I can try and do that 'talk her through it' stuff, if nothing else.
Help her get over it.
Yeah. Do that girl some justice.
...
the fuck am i saying
"Uh... Fuck it. Sure. Grab life by the horns and all that. I'll give it a shot." he finally replied.
Shinjiro Karasawa
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"-what-" he said in plain English, giving the salesgirl a look that spoke volumes of utter confusion mid-handshake.
You gotta be kidding me, no way I heard that one right. Quit bustin' my balls, Hat-chan. I'm tryin' ta introduce myself here.
"You wanna run that one by me one more time, Hat-chan? I don't think I caught it." he replied, returning to fluent Japanese even as some of the female students around them tittered excitedly amongst each other that she just asked him out Oh Em Gee! Consummately ignored, he broke the handshake awkwardly even as she continued to make sales as if she'd just said "Hey, Kara-han, how's the weather?"
...
"-what-" he said in plain English, giving the salesgirl a look that spoke volumes of utter confusion mid-handshake.
You gotta be kidding me, no way I heard that one right. Quit bustin' my balls, Hat-chan. I'm tryin' ta introduce myself here.
"You wanna run that one by me one more time, Hat-chan? I don't think I caught it." he replied, returning to fluent Japanese even as some of the female students around them tittered excitedly amongst each other that she just asked him out Oh Em Gee! Consummately ignored, he broke the handshake awkwardly even as she continued to make sales as if she'd just said "Hey, Kara-han, how's the weather?"
Shinjiro Karasawa
The purple-haired esper smirked, encasing her hand with his own in a good, firm shake. The kind that wasn't limp-wristed, but wasn't intended to try and squeeze the life out of someone else's hand like some fucknugget.
"Shinjiro Karasawa, Level 4 Esper. Burning Blood. Didn't know you guys had ranks like that too."
The purple-haired esper smirked, encasing her hand with his own in a good, firm shake. The kind that wasn't limp-wristed, but wasn't intended to try and squeeze the life out of someone else's hand like some fucknugget.
"Shinjiro Karasawa, Level 4 Esper. Burning Blood. Didn't know you guys had ranks like that too."
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