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| You Are More Than A Drawing, You are Imagination; Internship (Closed; Invade Only) | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: May 29 2017, 08:19 PM (748 Views) | |
| Reggie | May 29 2017, 08:19 PM Post #1 |
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God of Destruction
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Waking with the earliest rays of light, Mercutio started to ready himself for the long week ahead. Even though he stood in the pit of hell and stared at a Green Demon, he still wanted to help train the youth and UA was the easiest, and most dangerous, place to be. Mercutio wasn't what most would call, a Hero; he doesn't feel inclined to help every person, as every person doesn't deserve to be saved... and lethal force was the drunk girl he's lost in flirtation with because legality has left the building. Mercutio wasn't a hero, but that doesn't mean that his actions weren't for the greater good, and it is that with Principal Jayden Yamada new and saw in Mercutio during their brief encounter. With that in mind, Mercutio consider the words Jayden said and worried if the student coming was the 'investigator' Yamada was speaking about when they met. Mercutio could recall the conversation clearly, how do you forget someone turning into Godzilla before your eyes? The conversation real hit home to Mercutio, and his frantic movements around Kame House proved that. With all his balled up energy contained in the house, his 'cleaning' didn't appear to do too much, but his OCD was more so the cause of this. Mercutio exhaled sharply, his sigh taking a moment to stretch out, while his body followed suit and he rolled his neck. Currently, he stood before the down-hatch to the sealed of section of the house where his manga and the navigation equipment were kept safely locked away. A single push of a button and a holographic display would materialize before him depicting the world map in a globe layout, a red, blinking dot honed in on their location, U.A Campus' woods. With both hands on the teleportation mechanism, he braced himself for travel. U.A Campus: GPS Nodes Location In a massive display of lights, the woods illuminated a blinding light that held a crimson hue. From the outside looking it, students and staff could see a sort of crimson mist encroach on there positions as the fog like material crept across the ground slowly. As Mercutio pulled his hands from the odd device, and his sensing came back to him, he could sense someone close, extremely close and while they were not familiar... Mercutio had an idea of who it was; after all, the were young, feminine and for some odd reason reminded Mercutio of Saturday morning... like when you'd wake up for you weekly cartoons and that odd feeling mad sense when he opened the door to see a short, adorable little red head girl with big blue doe eyes staring at the structure. "Erm... I hope Principal Yamada told you what to expect." he said softly, his coy grin showing his pearly-whites a bit in the process. "Come! Come in, come in!" he said rather enthused without letting Young-Juba respond, his tone sounding pleased and pleased he was, his senses didn't betray him today and on a girl with a mutation... something the man has struggled with so far, but he still couldn't help but be full of joy. Mercutio cracked a smile, and moved to the kitchenette to grab the tea he started as he motioned Juba to the couch. "Do you fancy some tea? Oh, and did you finish that chapter I-" he went on, his words cutting short as a small spoon clanged lightly inside the fine china tea cups. Energy would surge, and they would be taken through space time once more. You idiot, she doesn't know that was you; you masked fool... he cursed internally, but since he had said what he had already, he thought it should be finished in order to avoid making things awkward day one. He coughed and took a sip to attempt and hide his awkwardness before continuing his thought as he state down with Juba's own tea cup and a small bowl of cut lemons, mint leaves, fresh honey and sugar. "Excuse me, anyway... that chapter I gave you. I remember you love One Piece, so uh.." he said as he raised a hand in the air as though he were about to catch a ball in his palm. In a matter of moments a book shot out from upstairs, down the steps and into Mercutio's hand which he then placed on the coffee table in front of him with a smile. "Now, for introductions... here, have your tea if you please." he said, sliding it to her along with the manga. "I am a fairly new around here, and I don't expect you to know me and in fact, if you did, I don't operate as well as I thought I did/" he joked, scratching the back of his head awkwardly, taking a sip of tea to attempt and center himself. "I've seen the good and bad of the world, and I have done both good and bad actions in the eyes of society, but I never signed up to be who I am for praise, I did it for love." he explained, thoughts of his baby sister Mia floating through his head, he having been scanning the entire area passively since he arrived. "My name is.." he began before swallowing his words as he realized, I don't have a Hero name... shit. "The Crimson King... I-I didn't make it, myself! I never did attend U.A..." he stammered for a moment, flustered, "And I think it's silly, but the media is what the media is and Gol Roger knows it could be worse." he said, talking about what the news was calling him after Mercutio's trip to D.C. where he stood toe to toe with a beast known as the Chimera and fought side by side with a World Renowned Hero, Kagetora of UA. Mercutio took a moment to give Juba time to digest what he had said, after all that was basically Merc in a nutshell without mentioning, 'Hi! Murder is my tool and society is my game. I butterfly heroes who cross me without shame and I killed my girlfriend once on accident when I was plagued by my damaged brain.' because that is how you make people feel safe, right? "Sorry, I am going to digress a bit, but you remind me of an old story from folk lore. It's a powerful story about a girl who moved far away from home to a place unlike any she previously knew existed. The girl struggled and fought, and had to relearn everything, even down to day-to-day tasks, simple laws and even pieces of language in order to survive in the new human jungle. In the end, the young lady found herself to be the arse end of all the jokes no matter what she did, no matter how she tried and it wasn't because she was incapable, she just had no where to start. This is when a man crossed her path who's demeanor was lazy and held a mean glare but held no ill will. This man, having been far weaker than he was today in all aspects of the word 'weak', took immediately to the girl, something about her unspoken, unstoppable will that reflected someone he truly missed. This man acted as a barrier for the girl to hide, learn and grow in hopes to due right where he failed before; and grow the young one did. Through spending time together, the man's knowledge was all for her two go over and learn for her own devices. The man took the girl under his wing not because he thought she needed saving, but to help her see who he saw underneath all the anxiety and worry..." he explained, referencing the story vaguely to avoid sharing how closely it is to the new Karate Kid movie mixed with his memories of Ana, but furthermore to avoid giving away any more information about Mercutio's accident, his quirk or the long gone past that he wish would remain buried in the pit of his heart. "Anyway, sorry... to focus on matters at hand, I am very aware that you are a brilliant student asthat mind is what brought you here." he went on, his eye daggers stabbing into her past his tea cup, "And we both know you are more than a cute drawing." he said teasingly, but acknowledging her strengths at the same time before ending with, "But, why have you put all your chips in a basket of a nobody when their are agencies and offices that blow mine out of the water. I want to know exactly this, why are you here?" he said aggressively, his skin starting to shimmer and gleam as his crimson aura began to dance around him, chasing over every inch of skin as it vortex'd around him. It would appear visually as a torrential winds, but would generate no force nor would anyone be able to physically feel it as it would pass through them. |
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| Blasty McSplode | May 31 2017, 09:35 AM Post #2 |
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The Delinquent
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Juba wiggled nervously in front of the man, her hands pressed together and her eyes averted to the side somewhat. "O-oh he did, but it wasn't much to go on. Said something about an island and your um...unorthodox way of training. His words not mine..." She muttered sheepishly, not wanting her soon-to-be teacher to think she was making any assumptions about how he ran things. She followed him inside without another word, looking around with wide, curious eyes. The room she was lead into was a seemingly normal living space, in which there was a couch the man encouraged her to sit upon. Juba did so, although she couldn't help make one statement that was a mixture of awestruck and bewildered. "I can't believe we're on an island though..." It all seemed like too much, like something out of a movie. Teleporting to some far away island so that she could be trained by a hermit of sorts? It certainly didn't sound like real life, that's for sure. Looking back over toward his direction again, she perked up. "Oh, uh, y-yes please!" To be completely honest, Juba was much more of a girl for soda or similar sweet soft drinks, but she thought it might be rude to refuse the tea. That, and what if tea was part of his super special training? Maybe it unlocked some hidden potential, like when Popeye eats spinach! I watch too many cartoons... Juba inwardly berated herself for the silly notion, and yet...she still had to admit that it would be really cool. As the man asked her about a chapter of One Piece, Juba was extremely confused. She tilted her head to the side and thought to herself what he could mean, while also dumping a copious amount of sugar into her tea, along with honey for good measure. The toon hummed to herself as she thought even harder, then took a sip of her tea. Her teacher produced a volume of One Piece in his hands that floated from upstairs and suddenly it all made sense. The realization made her immediately spit her drink out, not expecting this turn of events at all. "Of COURSE I know who you are! The mist, the manga...you saved me from that bad guy who attacked Gale and I!" Her voice was much more energetic than it had been upon her arrival, due to her timidness. Now, however, that was all replaced with disbelief and excitement. "I didn't think I'd ever meet you again! I had heard rumors that you did some bad things, but...I knew you were a good guy!" She reassured him with vigorous nodding, before noticing how much she had been going on. "Um, s-sorry, I'll let you keep talking..." He went into a little more detail, even telling her his hero name. She listened intently, her eyes focused and fixated on him. This was the man who had saved her life, and now...he was also going to be her mentor for the internship. This really couldn't have been any more perfect. Mercutio told her about an old story their situation reminded him of, and Juba was enthralled. It sounded like he was basically describing their situation together, albeit with more panache. It made her blush a bit to know that he was so ready to take her under his wing and that he admitted in seeing her potential. It also only made her more embarrassed when he called her brilliant and cute. "I-I wouldn't call myself brilliant at all, most of what I do is either by total accident or because I think it might be funny." She told him, averting her eyes once more and scratching her cheek meekly. This didn't last long, however, because she suddenly sensed the shift in mood and tone from Mercutio. Juba began to stammer, unable to make the words in her head reach her mouth. Actually, she couldn't even really form a full sentence mentally either. Her head was just swirling with anxiety and self-doubt. After a few seconds of this she gripped her knees tightly and bit her lip out of frustration. She finally spoke, but it was rather slow. "I...I did well in the Sports Festival, but...I think it's just 'cause nobody really understands my quirk. If someone did though, and I was forced to fight a villain by myself...I wouldn't stand a chance. I'm too weak..." The petite redhead sounded like she was fighting back tears, and while it was obvious she was distraught, she was also doing her best not to cry in front of her mentor. She didn't want his second impression of her to be that she was just a big crybaby! That being said, this was really emotional for her and difficult to admit. "I wanna be a hero that can make people smile and laugh. I thought...I thought I would be happy just being some silly, comedic relief side-kick, but...not anymore. The description of your internship said something about helping with potential, so please...please help me be stronger!" Juba shouted that last part, bowing her head to Mercutio as she continued to fight back the waterworks. |
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| Reggie | Jun 4 2017, 11:03 PM Post #3 |
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God of Destruction
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'Good intentions, abstract quirk and drive; perfect. If only it wasn't this bizarre body manipulating, mutation... I'd have a good place to start.' he thought to himself as he listened tentatively to his Interns words as he periodically sipped tea until it was his turn to speak. For the moment, he let the room sit in a silence that brewed discomfort. "Do you really think that anyone knows my quirk? There is a reason I live in international waters as a sovereign state. I hide out here to avoid being watched when I train my abilities and it is that secrecy that keeps so feared and deadl-...y." he explained, trailing off at the end. Mercutio attempted to hide his awkward comments and moved on quickly, "I don't even have my quirk registered with WISH. So, your ability to be underestimated, your disarming nature is your greatest strength... and so is this your quirk. Weakness is a state of mind." he instructed, his tone growing more serious as he spoke. "Everything is energy and that’s all there is to it. Match the frequency of the reality you want and you cannot help but get that reality. It can be no other way. This is not philosophy. This is physics." he spoke like it was a battle-cry, each word being spoken with conviction. This is Elysium's motto for a reason as quirks are an extension of one's body, mind and spirit. You, much like myself, have untold power that only our own imaginations can impede. Creativity is our energy and our minds are in control of that frequency; so, control it." he finished, acting like what he said was something simple, and even though the thought process was advanced, Mercutio didn't pick stupid children to learn from him. Mercutio reached for his remote and flicked on his TV to Toei Animations channel and an early episode of One Piece was on and Merc left it rolling as is, setting down his remote again. "Now I feel, like me, you are very into the world of fantasy and I am willing to wager that it has a bit to do with your quirk. Unlike you, I didn't have my quirk until much later in life, but when I understood the basics of it, I ran with it and that is what I want to start teaching you." he said plainly, his words direct and sounding as though this wasn't a massive experiment, but something he could guarantee. That would be Mercutio's personality for you... "To you, to me, this world need not be thought of as fantasy. You can do, anything, your mind can think and your whiling to struggle, bleed and sweat for. "The human condition, human will power... these are untold, and unfathomable abilities that science on the regular can not factor in for. Will yourself to be rubber like Luffy, do not try, just except that you can do it." he said, knowing she full well could, but didn't know if she had the right motivation. He took a small tug at her cheek with an honest smile in attempts to reassure her. "I believe in you." he said with a big, devilish grin that he hasn't shown since he met Alana. "Follow me, training session one of your grueling internships starts no; tea time is over." he barked, moving quickly to the front door which swung open freely as though it knew Mercutio was about to walk outside. He paced out a mark and use his foot to mark the sand, "Come, come. Stand here." he cooed, quickly pacing out distance between them before he felt it was alright. "Sometimes the best frequency, his the need to live and the fear of death." he said ominously, his words never growing warmer. He wanted to get her scared, he wanted her fight or flight reaction to kick in and save her... he hoped it worked or U.A would really be pissed. Kagetora, Jonah... body count keeps racking up. When she was ready and on her mark, Mercutio would nod his head, "Now, remember what I said; mind over matter. Will it... because--" he instructed as he threw his right hand out towards Juba. With a roll of his wrist, a metallic, black gun manifested in his palm and he immediately, without hesitation, took a shot at Juba's shoulder with confidence in her. "--it can't hurt you, if you don't let it." Techs and LP
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| Blasty McSplode | Jun 5 2017, 10:08 PM Post #4 |
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The Delinquent
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Juba continued to listen intently, rubbing her chin with a dainty hand and nodding vigorously at his explanations. It's true, she had heard of him before and his alias, but aside from knowing that he had a red mist, she didn't know anything about how his quirk worked. Maybe that could be part of her strength as well? Always having something up her sleeve and never revealing her full hand. It would fit her fighting style and personality, but she wasn't quite sure how to put that into practice. Did she just need to keep making up new abilities? That would be rather difficult, especially if she ran out of ideas. Then he got into the details about energy and how using quirks was really just a matter of how you mentally handled it. Your own perception was a major factor, something even science couldn't quite always take into account. "This all sounds really profound, but I'm sorry, I just don't think I'm following." She admitted sheepishly, rubbing the back of her head and slouching down some as she felt a little ashamed. His words were lost on someone like her, because it just didn't make sense. Of course she knew that's how her quirk worked. If she thought about something involving her body, it usually just happened. It wasn't any more complicated than that. Even though her powers came from her fantasies, her imagination, it wouldn't help her suddenly became physically stronger. Her ability to blow air into her arms gave her a temporary boost in strength, but that's all it was, temporary. While at first she seemed dejected, Mercutio's proclamation that he believed in her made Juba perk up. He said to follow her, because their training starts now. That's right! Even if she didn't fully understand, maybe it would all make sense in a practical sense. The best way to teach was to actually do it, after all! "Yes sir, Sensei!" Juba bowed her head twice and jogged outside to follow him. The fact that there was sand and ocean all around them...it was still amazing to the redhead. She did as she was told, standing directly where Mercutio instructed her. The moment he mentioned death, however, she stood there with her legs shaking, a confused look on her face. This was a similar tone and aura to the Mercutio she had met back on that first day, when he was masked and saved them from the hero killer. Now this intensity was seemingly directed at her though, and she was understandably shaken. He had mentioned turning to rubber like Luffy, from One Piece, but she had never tried that before. Her body was generally elastic by nature, but that was all done naturally and for comedic purposes. She had never thought to purposefully turn to rubber in order to block an attack. This was suddenly relevant, however, because her teacher produced a gun before her very eyes. This was no longer just for a joke, but for her very life. The entire time she went over in her head how Monkey D. Luffy would act, how he could easily take a bullet like it was nothing and smile afterward. That's the kind of hero she wanted to be. The gun fired at her, and even though she seemingly took a direct hit from the bullet, a stretching noise could be heard as her shoulder elongated behind her. "It didn't work, because, because..." The projectile was stuck in her, and suddenly it was fired back toward Mercutio, missing him by a few feet to the right as it ricocheted away. "I'M A CARTOON CHARACTER!" She exclaimed happily, pumping up both her tiny fists into the air victoriously. She paused for a moment and blinked a few times, almost in disbelief of what she had just done. After the adrenaline wore off, she fell backwards on her butt and was breathing heavily. "I can't believe that worked, I thought I was gonna die." It proved that she could do what she put her mind to, she just needed more direction on what exactly to focus on. |
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| Reggie | Jun 6 2017, 12:36 AM Post #5 |
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'Oh, good. I don't think I would have been safe if she didn't do that... I am out of favors... sort of, but I doubt Star Lord knows how to be a medic of any kind... anyway, time to teach.' he thought, observing how Juba reacted to his words and was rather pleased with the out come; however, her words she spoke softly caused him concern. She needed to understand something that seems to be confused in her head. "Right now, your mind is recollecting the blur of a moment that just played out. Only now is your forethought, your judgement and reasoning, telling you that you could of died. In that moment, as the bullet closed in, I could feel your confidence radiate around you like a shield before your skin took over and mimicked it. It was fascinating for me, I am sorry that this may not make a lot of sense.. and I digress. My point is, you didn't lack fear and shouldn't. Fear is an extremely healthy and useful tool; you aren't void nor are you controlled by your fear... without knowing it, you have turned most peoples greatest weakness into a great tool. This is what the best Heroes do, they use their senses to feel out the situation and fear is just another weapon to master." he said with a smile, hoping he wasn't ranting too much. Gavin was a teacher at U.A and sometimes he even struggled to keep up with Mercutio string of thoughts that sometimes appeared to be only half thought out with the rest being kept internalized. Mercutio took a moment to tuck his gun away, transitioning it to it's bracelet form. "People say I am too rough, but they are generally upset that I sent them away. I don't want those who will run; I want those who will take the bullets for another." he said softly, standing in a hand-to-hand combat stance, although, he seemed to be favoring his left arm as though it were weak. It hung a bit lower and had a bit of a tremor running through it ever now and then. Injuries from stopping Oni's bullshit in Japan... a thankless job. "Now, I would like you to use your full arsenal. I will create an area around use that will hopefully allow you to freely spend and use your quirk without damaging yourself too much or running yourself out of gas and crashing to fatigue." he explained, his energy doing as he said it would. The mist was oddly warm, but it was more of a heat than an actual tangible mist. "Use your imagination and do something your old way of thinking thought was impossible." Edited by Reggie, Jun 6 2017, 09:53 PM.
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| Blasty McSplode | Jun 10 2017, 07:11 PM Post #6 |
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The Delinquent
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As Juba was getting over the fear of having potentially almost died, Juba looked up at her teacher and began to feel more at ease. Hearing that her fear was not unfounded, that it was even a useful tool...it truly helped her feel more confident. As she continued to listen, Juba slowly rose to her feet, her legs no longer quaking. Her eyes were also pretty amazed by the gun, which seemingly transformed into a bracelet. This man had an incredible quirk, an island, and technology she had never seen before. As much as she respected her friends in the gadgeteer club, this put their work and her own to shame. She was surprised when Mercutio declared he didn't want people who would run, but instead take bullets for another. This brought her back to that fateful night when Gale had been taken hostage by that awful man and she had refused to run. Juba stayed to protect her friend, and perhaps this was partially what her teacher was currently talking about. That drive to help and save others, rather than merely save yourself. Putting the helpless ahead of selfishness. Mercutio took a combative stance and alluded to sparring. Was he wanting her to try and defeat him? Truly that was impossible. It sounded like he wanted to see what she could do, especially given this new line of thinking. She considered for a moment, then had an idea. It would take some preparation time, but then again most good jokes required a bit of set up. "Then...let's play a game! Ehyeheh~" The toon giggled, her eyes beginning to dilate as her quirk brought out the more zany side of her. Her goofy laugh was soon muffled and disappeared as Juba jumped up and then burrowed into the sand. There was a moment of silence, before the toon popped out from behind Mercutio and attempted to smack him, then burrow back into the ground. Juba would repeat this, popping out of the sand in a new, random spot and trying to attack him before diving back into the sand. It was a hit-and-run tactic, one that might not work on someone as keen as the Crimson King, but this was only the first stage. Funnily enough, to Mercutio this would be very reminiscent of playing a game called Whack-A-Mole. |
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| Reggie | Jun 11 2017, 02:11 AM Post #7 |
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Well, the goal was to get the best grasp of Juba as possible, but Mercutio inability to understand her quirk with ease was causing a bit of blinding frustration to build; however, Juba's attack pattern caused him to grin a bit as he brought himself higher up. "Impressive! Now, remember! Every technique you have in your arsenal shouldn't be for a singular purpose. Even my most devastating attacks can do more than just destroy and this is seemingly what you are going at. This is a great way to get a jump on someone who, hopefully, isn't me and could be sneaked up on..." he said casual a few meters above her in air, being the best teacher he could be and giving as much information as possible. "You'd also find it a great way to hide and also..." he said, aiming his hands at the ground before sending off a fast paced Shinra Tensei from his palm that would collide with the dirt. It was meant to scare her and show her she was saferunder the earth. "...protective barrier; however, that impenetrable hideaway is only as impenetrable as the material you surround yourself with so keep that in mind as well." he continued as he swung and thrust his right hand at the ground over and over to show the impact and how it impacted before settling his feet back to the sand below. "Honestly, I'm surprised you managed to evade all of that, you are far faster than you appear and that is another something I wanted to mention. Use your appearance to disarm those before you; many villains, and men for that matter, assume too much from the appearance of someone and they care very little what lies within..." 'Now, time to pose an impossible challenge and see if she will push herself to the brink of death. Nothing more, cliche. And next time I should prepare a lesson plan.' he thought, pondering whether he should write his own version of 'How to Sensei 4 dumbies'. 'I should have taken classes in this before I went forward along with Jayden's bullshit.' he bickered internally, not sure he understood what he was getting into... so many rules that HAD to be followed... OR ELSE... it was stressful and most of the reason Mercutio was so uneasy. "Now, take all of this into mind and land a strike on me." he suggested, "And then I will know. This lesson is confusing for you, I understand, but the benefits will pay out tenfold." he said with a big, toothy grin that stretched wide from ear to ear. In truth, despite what Mercutio thought currently, this is how he wanted Kame House to be run. Day 1: Prove Your Worth; it was something Mercutio has made everyone do who has ever walked beside him, some just were able to convince him faster than others, but when it came to his UA interns... everything had to be very specific and precise or Mercutio ran the risk of a fate worse than imprisonment. |
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| Blasty McSplode | Jun 14 2017, 07:25 PM Post #8 |
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The Delinquent
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"Thank you Sensei!" Juba shouted hurriedly as she bounced through the air again and went back into the sand. She was glad to be getting praised for her attempt at using her quirk creatively. It's really her main strength, being able to surprise her opponents with the weirdness of her ability. It was just as Mercutio had said; anything was technically possible with her quirk, she just had to utilize it. Her teacher then decided to show her that despite the sand aiding in hiding and protecting her, it wasn't invincible. Using his energy to blast away at it, Juba was forced to bend herself out of the way and leave the sand. Some of the energy and debris had hit her, causing Juba to wince as she skid back a few feet. Mercutio then complimented her speed and unassuming appearance, something he said she could capitalize on. Funnily enough, she was already planning on it. The toon was excited for it, although now he was proposing a difficult challenge. Land a hit on him while in the air. The issue comes from the fact that Mercutio would have the clear advantage since he would see her coming. It would be rather easy to dodge, so in this scenario, she was going to be forced to catch him by surprise, off-guard... "Yes sir, Crimson King sir!" Juba shouted as her legs seemingly turned sturdier and began to coil. They were morphing into a spring-like shape and the sound of those coils compressing could be heard. Once Juba thought there was enough pressure, she released the coils and sprung up into the air, rocketing toward Mercutio. As of now, it seemed like she was either going to go for a punch or a head butt, considering she had no other way of attack currently. The toon decided now was the time to reveal her newest ability, something that no sane person would see coming. Juba reaching into her pocket and then quickly pulled out her 5-ton hammer thanks to her Hammerspace. Shortly after the Sports Festival, she had realized that because her quirk affects her body AND her clothes, she could pass on her cartoony physics to what she wore. She could only keep a single object in that space, but it allowed the toon to keep something abnormally large on her with ease and without anyone being the wiser. Swinging the hammer toward Mercutio, she hoped to bop him on the head. Since the hammer was mostly made of squeaky plastic, it wouldn't actually hurt, but it still fit the criteria of "landing a hit" if it worked. Mercutio was a quick and observant man though, her Sensei for a reason. It was reasonable to assume he could still dodge the hammer's swing. To follow this up if he did, Juba would reveal her final gag. Pressing a button on the handle, the face of the hammer opened up and shot out a hidden punching glove aiming to smack at her floating teacher. Even though Juba wasn't physically strong yet, her strength lied in the many hidden tricks up her sleeve. There was also an interesting change in her demeanor, since she normally laughs or jokes around while fighting. Her cartoonish face was definitely smiling, but it was more so out of focused determination than her usual silliness. Right now more than anything else, Juba was trying to use her abilities and gadget at their best. The jokes could wait. |
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| Reggie | Jun 14 2017, 11:58 PM Post #9 |
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God of Destruction
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The hammer would actually be a surprise, there was no noticeable energy until she was to close and he took a good one to the nose as a his watch rang out. "Oh, awkward!" he said with a bow, rubbing his nose as he drifted to the sands below. "I know how Internship work, but I have to go get my... em, I mean.." he began to explain, clicking off the alarm attached to his wrist as he began to stumble over his words to find the right way to say that he wasn't even a registered Hero officially and attempted to play it all off, "Hero Licence needs to be validated or something. I think they just want to give me a hard to, ya know.. haha, so they are.. uh.. making me do it again! Not like I mind" he finished, ceasing his mindless babbling. Acting as causal as possible, he ushered her away. "I have to get you back to U.A and myself to China in a few ours! Sorry to cut this short, but remember that you can call me to train whenever you want.... in fact, I have a gift for you." he mumbled, closing the door as she walked in and moved his hands toward the couch to take a seat. "Remember that it is in your head, and most of all in here that holds the secrets of your quirk." he said, poking her in the chest, over her heart as a wave of crimson rolled cautiously off his body to consume Juba's. A soft burn where he poked her would sting lightly as leave an odd little symbol that appeared much like a drop of liquid, with a part that divides it in half to represent two halves to all balancing acts. As she would deal with the odd sensations, Mercutio took time to punch in Tatooine on his GPS and send them off back to Japan. [End] Edited by Reggie, Jun 14 2017, 11:59 PM.
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| ZetaAzuel | Jun 16 2017, 03:27 AM Post #10 |
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Juba: 9 XP Mercutio: 12 XP Comments: Interesting thread, you get to see some more of Merc's philosophy and Juba's reaction towards it. I don't uh... recommend shooting people during lessons tho. But hey, I'm not a teacher. |
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