HereComesTheSnow

A Certain Variegated Pseudepigraphum [Toaru/Raildex RPG]

I’ll have something for ya this afternoon.

A Certain Variegated Pseudepigraphum [Toaru/Raildex RPG]

Shinjiro Karasawa

Summer vacation was in full swing.

I'm gonna shove the next word problem I see down someone's throat.

Of course, in Academy City, that usually meant it was anything but. Even if he was someone who could appreciate the idea of staying in his air-conditioned domicile and out of the August heat all day, He would have wanted to spend it relaxing. Playing games, sleeping, talking with his friends back home— The other one, of course.

Not with himself mired in the infamous Academy City Summer Homework. While the quality of education was inarguably higher here than anywhere else in the world, Karasawa was adamant in his assertions to the rest of the Student Council that back in America, the long summer break model with no homework was much more forgiving to those who actually wanted to do other things with their free time.

And no matter how much the Veep and her smug grins tried to argue that keeping the material fresh was more conducive to their academic performances, he wasn't budging on the issue.

At all.

Ever.

So she'll keep busting my balls about it every group study session, no matter how lucky she knows she is that I don't set her place on fire.

But, thankfully, Noriaki North High's hothead of a Student Council Secretary was much more in control of his abilities than he usually let on. The Level 3's Burning Blood had itself ensured that, because it had taken the bureaucracy of Academy City a long time to renovate his apartment, floor, and complex with heat-resistant and flame-retardant material. Honestly, it was even long after they were necessary, but the shit was pretty plush all the same.

Still, despite all of his misgivings with his senpai and the rarefied air of elegance that surrounded her and her station as his direct superior, he nonetheless showed up to these sessions without fail.

He knew better, given that he hated doing them on his own so much, and to give credit where it was totally due, she was one helluva teacher.

It was after one such session, well past evening and into night, that the purple man trudged his way home. As was customary, he could still taste the salinity and savory umami of miso broth upon his lips, freshly placed by the courtesy of Woodles Noodles. A favorite pit stop of his, he would often savor the lingering aroma and taste on his tongue as far as he could, robust and comforting, which usually ended up being all the way home.

But tonight was different.

It started with a noise. A noise that, despite the classically urban hustle and bustle of Academy City forming the distinctly "citylike" din that he was so accustomed to, rang out sharp and clear.

It wasn't a noise that belonged. It didn't belong at all.

And if something didn't belong that caught his interest, he was going to investigate— Though the horrible smell that soon hit his nostrils certainly threatened to dissuade him. He once chased a man through Tokiwadai itself; a little raw sewage...

uuurrrk.

A little testing of the gag reflex wouldn't stop him.

"..."

However.

In that low blue light of the moon, orange of the neon, and the white of the flashlight carried by the girl with the camera he had drawn up towards, it was illuminated.

He tasted something he thought might be bile, and could feel that heat he was so often lauded for leaving his skin, along with most of its color.

Shinjiro Karasawa, the infamous "delinquent" of Noriaki North High's student council, had never seen a corpse.

He was tough.

He was hard.

He was more than enough to take on anything that breathed, at least in his own mind.

He was undeniably a rugged and rough character, having grown up with the brashness of New York, New York running through his veins.

"What..."

But none of that mattered. None of that shit mattered at all.

Hey, quit busting his... That girl was...

He fumbled, searching for words as his mind locked up.

"...the Hell?"

It was an empty question in practice. He couldn't have expected either of the people who had found the cadaver before him to know, but a mind in distress wants answers.

The woman, a foreigner, was bloodlessly missing an arm. Her shins were twisted almost opposite of their natural orientation.

Her arm that was still attached was reached out.

For help.

For a savior.

She was running from something.

"Where the fuck is Judgement?"

Breathless fear lead to breathless anger, as it so often did.

"If you don't call 'em, I will. This is..."

He swallowed thickly in the middle of the words he growled to the man in the hoodie. Hoped that wasn't his noodles again.

"This is a murder."

@NarayanK@GreenGoat

A Certain Variegated Pseudepigraphum [Toaru/Raildex RPG]

Have we already come across it, then?

A Certain Variegated Pseudepigraphum [Toaru/Raildex RPG]

What's with these foreigners and their normal names?

This isn't Kamachi at all!!!! Give me a Gorgeouspalace!!!!!

A Certain Variegated Pseudepigraphum [Toaru/Raildex RPG]

Kara's a real hottie doncha know

A Certain Variegated Pseudepigraphum [Toaru/Raildex RPG]

Well, if that's not the most obvious team-up in the world, I've failed as a writer.

Thermodynamic Duo a go-go.

A Certain Variegated Pseudepigraphum [Toaru/Raildex RPG]

Karasawa Shinjiro - Burning Blood

"Fuhgeddabout it."

Name: Shinjiro Karasawa (Western Order)

Nickname/Alias: Kara-han, Grape Juice, The Righteous Delinquent of Noriaki North High, Secretary-san

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Appearance: 5'8", and in good shape, Karasawa's appearance is generally dominated by his strangely unfitting purple hair and eyes. When not in school uniform, he tends to dress very casually, favoring simple shirts of solid colors, jeans, and white sneakers, all made out of special materials which are resistant to autoignition.

Biography: A large part of his rough and straightforward nature can likely be traced back to his place of birth, none other than New York, New York. For the first five years of his life, while his father worked a high-end position at a tech company out of the Big Apple, Shinjiro was a rough and tumble son of the closest thing America had to Tokyo, A first-generation Japanese-American in a nice, but still tough neighborhood. Standing out a bit with his asiatic heritage and small smatterings of Japanese mixed into his English (Thanks, mom), Shinjiro quickly found himself at the center of scraps that erupted from bullying. And he found that he took to them like a fish to water. Soon garnering a reputation as not one to be trifled with, up til first grade Shinjiro found himself making fast friends.

Then Dad had to move back home, and little Shinjiro was tossed into Tokyo, and the process started anew. Now brash and headstrong, he quickly made a name for himself by habitually standing up to any sort of bullying or injustice he'd seen, eschewing the guiding principle of "mind your own business" for "that shit ain't right, quit bustin' my balls". Soon enough, just as many tried to make a name for themselves off of him (especially after hearing he'd taken up karate to boot) as found themselves defending their egos against his casual lack of taking shit from anyone he disliked.

One tumultuous year later, and our boy'd found himself living in Academy City, having show great potential as a dormant esper. Living on his own for real for the first time, he admittedly found himself lost in the freedom of it all. These days he is enrolled at the unremarkable Noriaki North High School, where through some unscrutable ploy by his peers, he has been elected as the Student Council Secretary entirely without his permission or understanding until it was too late.

Personality: Seemingly at ease with living purely in the now, it can be said that Shinjiro takes each day anew, not being one much for a grand life plan. Fuhgeddaboutit! Each day presents new challenges anyway, so he really should just go with his gut and what feels right to face them! Always willing to throw himself into whatever piques his interest, his excitability and flexibility belie a wicked streak of stubbornness, an indescribable drive to come out on top. This is only pushed to even further heights when you factor in his complete confidence in his abilities, holding self-belief like none other that at times skirts the boundary towards arrogance. Part wannabe hero of justice, part complete smartass, and all unfiltered, what you see is what you get, and he'll never back down on it!

Esper Power: Burning Blood: Level 3. Whereas most espers externally control the elements, Shinjiro's power comes from within in the form of Burning Blood! Able to naturally control his body temperature by exciting his bloodstream, he uses 98.6 degrees Fahrenheit as a standard, everyday operating setting, but is capable of overclocking it from there! This produces the effect of raising his body temperature to heights of 1000 degrees, hot enough to weaken steel beams on contact!

Skills: Karate, English speaking, various kinds of secretarial work, being fearless to a worrying degree, ball-busting, strong swimmer, very heat-resistant, very cold-resistant, useful space heater, bilingual casual speak, studying in groups and only groups.

Extra: Theme music.

A Certain Variegated Pseudepigraphum [Toaru IntCheck]

I'm eminently lazy, my dudes.

Karasawa Shinjiro - Burning Blood

"Fuhgeddabout it."

Name: Shinjiro Karasawa (Western Order)

Nickname/Alias: Kara-han, Grape Juice, The Righteous Delinquent of Noriaki North High, Secretary-san

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Appearance: 5'8", and in good shape, Karasawa's appearance is generally dominated by his strangely unfitting purple hair and eyes. When not in school uniform, he tends to dress very casually, favoring simple shirts of solid colors, jeans, and white sneakers, all made out of special materials which are resistant to autoignition.

Biography: A large part of his rough and straightforward nature can likely be traced back to his place of birth, none other than New York, New York. For the first five years of his life, while his father worked a high-end position at a tech company out of the Big Apple, Shinjiro was a rough and tumble son of the closest thing America had to Tokyo, A first-generation Japanese-American in a nice, but still tough neighborhood. Standing out a bit with his asiatic heritage and small smatterings of Japanese mixed into his English (Thanks, mom), Shinjiro quickly found himself at the center of scraps that erupted from bullying. And he found that he took to them like a fish to water. Soon garnering a reputation as not one to be trifled with, up til first grade Shinjiro found himself making fast friends.

Then Dad had to move back home, and little Shinjiro was tossed into Tokyo, and the process started anew. Now brash and headstrong, he quickly made a name for himself by habitually standing up to any sort of bullying or injustice he'd seen, eschewing the guiding principle of "mind your own business" for "that shit ain't right, quit bustin' my balls". Soon enough, just as many tried to make a name for themselves off of him (especially after hearing he'd taken up karate to boot) as found themselves defending their egos against his casual lack of taking shit from anyone he disliked.

One tumultuous year later, and our boy'd found himself living in Academy City, having show great potential as a dormant esper. Living on his own for real for the first time, he admittedly found himself lost in the freedom of it all. These days he is enrolled at the unremarkable Noriaki North High School, where through some unscrutable ploy by his peers, he has been elected as the Student Council Secretary entirely without his permission or understanding until it was too late.

Personality: Seemingly at ease with living purely in the now, it can be said that Shinjiro takes each day anew, not being one much for planning or fussing over the details. Fuhgeddaboutit! Each day presents new challenges anyway, so he really should just go with his gut and what feels right to face them! Always willing to throw himself into whatever piques his interest, his excitability and flexibility belie a wicked streak of stubbornness, an indescribable drive to come out on top. This is only pushed to even further heights when you factor in his complete confidence in his abilities, holding self-belief like none other that at times skirts the boundary towards arrogance. Part wannabe hero of justice, part complete smartass, and all unfiltered, what you see is what you get, and he'll never back down on it!

Esper Power: Burning Blood: Level 3. Whereas most espers externally control the elements, Shinjiro's power comes from within in the form of Burning Blood! Able to naturally control his body temperature by exciting his bloodstream, he uses 98.6 degrees Fahrenheit as a standard, everyday operating setting, but is capable of overclocking it from there! This produces the effect of raising his body temperature to heights of 1000 degrees, hot enough to weaken steel beams on contact!

Skills: Karate, English speaking, various kinds of secretarial work, being fearless to a worrying degree, ball-busting, strong swimmer, very heat-resistant, very cold-resistant, useful space heater, bilingual casual speak, studying in groups and only groups.

Extra: Theme music.

A Certain Variegated Pseudepigraphum [Toaru IntCheck]

oh my god you actually fucking did it

time for kara-han

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

@NarayanK@HereComesTheSnow@Crimmy

Sarina Tala Dei – Hallway

The hallways were quite quiet where Sarina was now. Though she did hear some ruckus far down the hall, she wondered what it was while holding a Jasmine Green Milk Tea. Sarina knew most of her team. Sterling, she was alongside with him on caravan defense mission, a shameful failure of a mission. Shuai, an exuberant man she had small-talk with a few times. This Hana though, a newcomer transfer from Vale. Sarina wondered who she was as she was a transfer from Mistral as she walked down the hallways hearing voices of people. And that is when she noticed bodies of girls on the floor, were Shuai, Sterling, and a girl. That girl must be Hana by why was their bodies on the floor. At brisk pace Sarina got up to them, looked at the bodies with bewilderment as she got up to them. They are not dead so that’s good but making a glance to Hana then looking at Shuai “Hey uh…who are these girls on the hallway floor?” She then took a sip of her tea.

OOC: If y'all forgot how Sarina looked heres the anime character I based her looks on (static.zerochan.net/Yagiri.Namie.full…)

@Ayazi

@NarayanK@Crimmy

Sterling Johnson

"Dastardly dames, for sure." came the concurring, matter-of-fact voice of Sterling Johnson. "As we were just explaining to Hana here, they ran afoul of the local masked vigilante peacekeepers."

His eyes, after meeting Sarina's in greeting, wandered up to the ceiling, obviously in something quite like a deep contemplation.

"Whomever they might be."