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Our Daily Lives have Become a Battlefield: A Battle School RP

@Gentlemanvaultboy
"Every now an' then." Daiji answered when the girl asked about people calling him scary. "A little more here than back home, but yeah, semi-regularly..."

He sighed when she wondered why they'd attack him, contemplating over whether he should even respond or not. However, he soon came to the conclusion that he might as well. She seemed to be one of those 'Justice-y' types of people, so when she heard about the many many more fights that he was inevitably going to wind up in in the future, she at least probably wouldn't assume he was picking them because he wanted to and come after him herself. After all, she seemed friendly enough, so why risk making an enemy of a potential friend.

"They picked a fight because of my eyes." He said. "I mean, not that they weren't tryin' to already, but when they managed to get a hit on me, a few of 'em ended up accidentally lookin' me straight in the eyes an' got affected by my engine. Two of 'em freaked out and ran, and the other two got really mad an' tried to kill me. So yeah, in the end it's not really their fault, so please don' be too hard on 'em if you run into 'em again when they're better."

He frowned when she mentioned not knowing where the leader of the delinquents would be right now, before an idea came up.

"Well, I might have an idea of what we can do."

@HereComesTheSnow@King Cosmos@Cerces22@Tomaru
He continued wandering until he found an area outside which seemed to have a decent amount of people and, making sure that he wasn't potentially about to look anyone in the eyes, started shouting. He did his best to keep a friendly, easygoing grin on his face, just so they'd know he had good intentions. The result, of course, was a feral-looking sneer.

"Hey! Anyone know where I can find Yamamoto Chie? I've got two of her guys here, an' I needa have a little chat with her about the situation! I'm fine to go to her or, if any of you are willin' to take a message, I can also wait for her to come to me! As long as we get this whole thing sorted out, I'm down for anythin'! Thanks for your time!"

And then he quieted down again, before turning back to Fume. Eye safety in mind, of course.

"Right! Now all we've gotta do is wait for someone to either help us find her or for her to come down here. Then we can talk it out, I'll give her her guys back, an' we can all put this mess behind us and be friends!"

☩ ℝ𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕨𝕠𝕠𝕕 - 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕝 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔾𝕚𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕕 [ℝ𝕖𝕧𝕒𝕞𝕡𝕖𝕕] ☩

Alright, here we go. Didn't see anything about where to post characters, so I'm just gonna chuck him here! Might change the appearance later on, but for now I'm pretty sure this is right.

Cidro Kanette

❂Name:
Cidro Kanette

❂Class:
Gravitin

❂Race:
Human

❂Appearance:


❂Character's Characteristics:
Cidro is, in no uncertain terms, an idiot. He can be observed wandering into serious, generally dangerous situations with little more than his usual stupid grin to protect himself with, and is just as often observed getting out of it thanks to either dumb luck or some serious divine intervention. At least, that's what most people think. There are a few poor souls out there who think he might secretly be some kind of super genius, who purposefully manipulates everyone into thinking he's a moron and underestimating him to give him the advantage. However, the few people who actually bring up this possibility are almost invariably laughed out of the room.

Along with his stupidity, he is also rather lazy, spending most of his time sleeping, whether in his room or in the middle of classes. If he must remain awake, it is almost a sure bet that he'll be using his abilities to float around rather than walk.

However, despite those two glaring indicators that Cidro is a fairly pathetic excuse for a student, and probably a human being at that, it has to be noted that Cidro has somehow found himself with a silver tongue, and is quite good at manipulating a conversation to get his way, usually through shameless flattery and friendly banter. This goes along with the fact that he actually is a genuinely nice person, always willing to talk to others and listen to their problems while awake. Sometimes he even helps them out, if he feels up to it.

❂Main Powers:
Cid, while still not particularly good at making controlling other objects with his gravity powers, is extremely talented at making himself float. He can fly quite fast, although he usually prefers to float around at a leisurely pace. He is also able to temporarily force a small area around him to push gravity outwards with extreme force, creating a powerful makeshift barrier.

❂Backstory:
Cid's backstory is fairly normal compared to most powered folk. He grew up in a tiny apartment on the city planet of Kars with his parents, who found his seeming lack of both motivation and intelligence concerning. However, this all changed when his powers began to develop. For him, it was an opportunity to get even more rest in, while still getting whatever he needed to do in the day over with. For them however, it was a miracle, an opportunity for him to somehow make it through life despite how he acted.

By the time he was old enough to join, he'd made some decent progress working his powers out on his own, and with a little prompting from his parents, decided that he could use this power to find a job. What they hadn't expected was for him to decide to enroll himself in Rosewood, thinking that it'd give him plenty of time to rest between scavenging missions and take away any potential stress of having to search for a job later on. Then eventually, he'd be able to work towards a nice, peaceful desk job in the military somewhere, letting him live an easy life.

❂Any Other Info, if any:
Despite his usual laziness, Cid is a surprisingly good cook.

Goblins

Hey, is there still room in this for another person? And if there is, would you be open to a goblin, possibly an exile or something from another tribe, who accidentally discovered a cookbook and is slowly but surely learning how to cook, Ratatouille style?

☩ ℝ𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕨𝕠𝕠𝕕 - 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕝 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔾𝕚𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕕 [ℝ𝕖𝕧𝕒𝕞𝕡𝕖𝕕] ☩

Does this have room for anyone else?

Emerald City

@Kitty
"Mhmmm." Jeremy replied simply. "And you do realize that bad people can go to your theater too, right? We are living in a town with a kidnapper and/or murderer. No telling who they are, or where they go, or whether or not they're movie buffs."

He started rubbing his chin, deep in thought, as a small, tired grin grew on his face.

"Still, it's a little surprising." He whispered to himself. "To think that I'd keep running into mysteries even after Hannah... Looks like it might be time for Detective Dogman to come out of retirement."

No sooner had he said this that he heard the shouting. A fire at the mayors house, huh?

"And that's our cue, I guess..."

He turned back to Pepper, an almost nostalgic feeling coming over him as he realised what he might be about to get himself involved in.

"Hey Pep, this is gonna sound crazy, but do you wanna he-"

She wasn't there. What? When did she leave? He could swear she was right there just a second ago, but now she wasn't. It was like she'd just vanished into thin air! He shivered, as a second, more unnerving feeling of nostalgia washed over him, before realising he was wasting time. He'd probably run into her and the others at some point anyway.

It wasn't long before he reached the scene of the fire, slowing down as he saw that, while by no means small, it at least looked like the firefighters were managing to contain it. As he drove over, watching them work, he noticed a young woman leaning against a nice looking motorbike, smoking and drinking and seeming genuinely relaxed as she watched the blaze. He almost considered asking her for if she'd consider lending him one of her cigarettes, before remembering that he was trying to quit. That being said, it didn't stop him from stopping his scooter not far from where she was, joining her in watching the fire.

"Don't suppose you've got anything left in that bottle, huh?" He asked, sitting against the scooter. "I've only been here two days, and everything's already gone to shit. 's like the all that crazy's followed me here."

Our Daily Lives have Become a Battlefield: A Battle School RP

Bwam, posted. I lost the whole post last night due to unforeseen circumstances, so this is the shorter version two. I can only apologize that you'll never see the greatness that was v1.

Also let me know if I'm coming on too strong with Daiji's tiny mountain town accent.

Our Daily Lives have Become a Battlefield: A Battle School RP

@Gentlemanvaultboy
Did that kid just call him middle aged?

I mean, he was grateful for the help and all, even if he was beginning to suspect he didn't actually need it, but still, that was really mean! He was pretty sure he was only, what, two years older than her? At most?

"Oi brat." He said annoyance clear in his voice as he hopped down from the table and picked up her helmet. "I'm grateful for the help, an' I'm at least hopin' ya mean well, but wouldja mind clarifyin' whatcha meant when ya called me middle-aged? 'Cause I'm only seventeen."

As he got closer, he chucked her the helmet, and bent over to grab the delinquents. He was pleasantly surprised by how light they were, slinging one over his shoulder and holding the other one under the crook of his arm.

"Also, I'm just guessin', but I'm pretty sure these guys aren't gonna be namin' 'emselves any time soon. Hell, I don' even know if they'll remember they're names for a little bit, considerin' how easily they ended up goin' down..."

Once he was sure he wouldn't be accidentally dropping them, he gave a casual wave to the onlookers before heading to the door.

"Anyway, thanks again for the help. I'm gonna go find someone who can take care of these idiots, an' maybe even keep 'em from comin' after me again."

And then he paused, before turning back to the... knight? Again, he made sure to avoid eye contact, but he was pretty sure that was the look she was going for.

"Actually, ya mentioned a 'Chie' or somethin' right?" He asked. "Wouldja be able to help me find her? Because again, it'd be nice if I could talk with her, an' maybe work out a deal to stop 'em from comin' after me. Don' wanna hurt 'em again, after all..."

Our Daily Lives have Become a Battlefield: A Battle School RP

Well, it looks like the other cafeteria folk probably aren't gonna post, so I'll get started on my next one tonight, after Father's Day is over.

Our Daily Lives have Become a Battlefield: A Battle School RP

As he found himself surrounded just a few meters from the entrance to the main building, Daiji idly replayed the choices that got him into this situation in his head.

"Hey, I don't know if you really are as stupid as you look, but I asked you a question!" One of the surrounding students said, a smirk on his face. "Who the hell do you think you are, bumping into me with that smug-ass smirk on your face?!"

"I didn' realise I was smirkin'." Daiji started to explain, pointedly staring directly ahead and over the delinquents head. "I'm jus' not all that great at talkin' to new people is al-"

"Oh, sure, so it's all just a misunderstanding, right?" The delinquent asked, before scoffing and raising a nasty looking AED taking the form of a wooden sword. "Look at you. Not even looking us in the eyes while you bullshit us. You really think you're strong enough to make an enemy of all the delinquents in the school? You sure you're ready to piss off the boss like that?"

"Not even slightly." Daiji said simply, continuing to avoid eye contact.

For whatever reason, this seemed to piss the delinquent off even more.

"Look at me, damn it!" He shouted, swinging the sword at him. Daiji responded by quickly sliding the wrapped up staff he had been carrying from his back and using it to guide the sword past him. For a moment, the delinquent looked up at him in surprise, but upon seeing that Daiji was still avoiding eye contact, he let out a shout and swung again. Once again, the wooden blade was guided past him, it's wielder along with it, and as it repeated itself more and more, Daiji was beginning to realise that he had to defuse the situation soon, hopefully before the barely stifled snickering of the other surrounding delinquents set the main one off.

He hoped it wasn't actually too late for that, considering the rapidly worsening expression on his opponents face.

"C'mon, please stop!" He tried to plead, although he was frustratingly aware that his naturally growly voice made it sound more like a taunt than something sincere. "Seriously, I ain't tryin' to fightcha! I just can't look ya in the eyes 'cause of my i-"

And then he redirected his blow again, only to here the horrifying sound of different voices grunting in surprise and pain. Slowly, he turned around to see that, yes, he had in fact accidentally flung his opponent into three of the spectating delinquents.

None of them looked quite as amused as they had just a second ago, and Daiji winced in a combination of frustration and fear as he watched them draw their own AEDs. Sure, he had been more than content to let the first delinquent tire himself out until he was too tired to keep going, allowing Daiji to explain himself, but now things were looking bad.

This was immediately compounded when he felt something hit the back of his legs, a kick or something, and he fell down to his knee. On instinct he looked up, only realising his mistake when his gaze met four others.

For a moment, there was silence, and Daiji sighed.

"KILL HIM! I'M GONNA KILL HIM!"

Honestly, despite how bad he usually feels when he scares people, he kind of wished they'd all gotten scared this time. But no, that would just be too easy, wouldn't it? Instead, only two of them caught the fear, one of them sprinting off with a shriek while the other simply dropped to their knees in silence. The other two got the anger, his original opponent being the one who screamed about killing him. Now, he was at least somewhat experienced in fighting people under the influence of his rage eyes, and while they did tend to make more mistakes, that was usually because they were swinging harder and faster than usual. Naturally, this also hurt a lot more, and Daiji didn't really like getting hurt.

Which was why he immediately jumped back to his feet and sprinted off in the other direction, the two raging delinquents hot on his heels. He had to lose them, but how? Even with his longer legs giving him the speed advantage, they weren't so far behind him that he'd be able to outrun them, not before collapsing from exhaustion at least. No, he needed somewhere to hide, or at the very least somewhere he'd be able to maneuver around the pair to fight them more easily.

And then a small grin appeared on his face, as he came up with a plan. However, it immediately vanished when the wooden sword AED clipped his heels, eliciting a high-pitched shriek of what may have sounded like rage to others, but was actually just fear of his own. Dodging more than a few swings from the two delinquents, he dashed through the entrance to the building, and after a few moments of desperately looking around, he saw what he had been looking for.

The cafeteria.

After almost forgetting not to make eye contact with the student sitting just outside the cafeteria entrance, instead flashing him a thumbs up and horrifically poor excuse for a grin, Daiji practically burst through the doors, leaping over one table and using Sarufuemaru to pole-vault himself onto a second, before spinning around to face the delinquents.

"Ok, alright guys, now I think it's time we all calmed down an' acted like adults!"

"I'm gonna jam my thumbs into your eyes like I'm reading your mind in brail you fu-"

"Ok fine, I'll do it your way!" He shouted, before looping the end of the staff between the leg of a chair and flinging it into the face of the second delinquent.

"Hey, if anyone else feels like steppin' in, now'd be a pretty good time!" He shouted out to the rest of the students. "I am open to any and all offers, preferably before that guy wakes up again!"

Our Daily Lives have Become a Battlefield: A Battle School RP

Hmm, well, it looks like it's getting a little too crowded for my original plan to have Daiji run past Ichiro and Chai's fight while running from delinquents and get hit by a stray baseball, so I might be a little while longer than planned. Not too long though I think.