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| SirRealism | Aug 10 2017, 05:57 PM Post #1 |
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Hirohito Akano lay besides the large metal sign he had shackled himself to. He had absolutely no idea what it said and in all honesty didn't really care. Next to him was a few days worth of cola and peanut butter sandwiches inside a cooler. When mentioning the word shackle, it should be taken fairly seriously. Around the boys foot was a handcuff that was attached to an elongated chain. The chain wrapped around the pole until it hit a bike lock holding it all in place. "Have I gone Cold Turkey yet?" Hirohito thought to himself. The handcuff was beginning to rash his leg and the salt in the air didn't really help. A few local kids came by once, they were nice enough to build him a small sand castle down towards the edge of the beach... by now it had washed away. It was night now and the tide was rising, it couldn't reach him from where he was but got relatively close to his feet. If Hiro really put the effort he could wet his toes. It's been a few hours since Hiro got off the airplane from New York to Tokyo, things have gone relatively smooth and the girl he met at the airport was nice. The only issue was what Psi Goodman referred to as "The tick" an itchy feeling in the back of your neck that was one of the first signs of withdrawal. Hiro intended to finally fix this and turn his life around. It was a few weeks since he had been off the drugs and he was beginning to recover. Pride filled Hiro as he realized he had done it all himself, no programs, no doctors. It was a feat no ordinary man could accomplish, but then again Hiro was no ordinary man. When the itching and nausea started to form Hirohito rubbed his spine. Not for self comfort but for solution. He had placed a piston on his spine earlier, it had paralyzed him waist down but also stopped him from feeling most the effects of withdrawal. This wasn't true paralysis however, doing that would be a devestating mistake. Hiro was simply providing his lower body with less blood pressure than usual, you could say that he put half his body to sleep. When he felt better he would remove it and leave this beach. Not only was this a restraint from his addiction, but this was a test of survival and endurance. By the time tryouts arrive Hiro would surely be ready for the challenge. Edited by SirRealism, Aug 10 2017, 07:14 PM.
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| AvantGarde | Aug 12 2017, 04:18 AM Post #2 |
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It had been a long, quiet day for one Vigo Ortega. For most other people in the world, that might be a good thing; Who wouldn’t enjoy a little time to themselves every now and then, after all? The chance to kick back, relax, and take a break from the rest of the world—What an enticing idea… At least, that’d be what your average middle-class man would say. For a young, orphaned street kid living on his own with no money to speak of, this had less than ideal implications. Vigo lived day to day, hour to hour, minute to minute. While most people had a set schedule—Wake up, get ready for work/school, et cetera, Vigo very rarely slept. Most of his early mornings were spent scavenging the alleyways of Tokyo, looking for thrown-out food or scraps from the night prior, or looking about for any odd jobs he could come across. His days were spent, for the most part, doing the very same, and his nights, more often than not, were spent scavenging as well—though not for food. Instead, he had a slightly better idea, one that usually paid off. He walked along the shore of Hayama, guided three things: The moonlight, the encroaching waters, and a mysterious darklight flame burning from his pointing fingertip. He wasn’t sentimental, or a romantic; Vigo was looking for treasure. The moon would reflect any gleaming objects buried or settled in the sand, while the fireball emitting from his finger would ward off any little crawlies that he might accidentally reach for. Good thing, too; not only would it be undignified to attack innocent marine life, but his trick flames likely wouldn’t burn them anyway. He didn’t always come to the beach for this; occasionally he scoured the same alleys he hit during the mornings, as a lot could change in a day. However, today was a good day; an only an hour or two of looking about, he found a few trinkets he’d probably be able to pawn off for food tomorrow. Nothing too nice, like a cell phone or a family locket, of course—and not that he would take those in the first place. A man had to have his dignity, after all. As he searched the beach, however, Vigo came upon a strange sight; A boy, probably around his age, maybe older, who looked to be… stuck. He was chained, in fact, as Vigo’s eyesight clarified upon slowly approaching the guy. Closer inspection revealed that he had food and drink (which Vigo frowned at, given his own current situation), but… why was he chained to the bike rack? What was his deal? The common sense in him figured it might be wisest to leave him alone; His dignity, however, could not allow that. Which sucked, really, because he didn’t feel like being bothered with crazy people tonight. “…Hey, prisoner guy. You alive?” He eventually worked up the nerve to ask, reaching down, grabbing a small pebble and tossing it near the boy. He wouldn’t throw it at him; That would be undignified. |
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| SirRealism | Aug 14 2017, 03:54 PM Post #3 |
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The sight of a midnight beach enthusiast was a joy for Hirohito, it was incredibly boring hiding under an umbrella to avoid sunburn while muttering demonic tongues when children passed by. But whenever he could make general conversation he loved it. The boy seemed his age and didn't look too clean, it wasn't a complaint however as Hiro himself was covered in sand and sweat. He was about to explain himself to the boy when a pebble bonded next to him. Despite not trying to hit Hiro he still took offense, he wasn't a corpse that had been washed ashore. Hirohito intended to prove that to him. "Did you just throw a rock at me? What the hell..." Hiro opened his arms wide out in a fit of disbelief. "Can't you see I'm trying to enjoy the stars? Also, I'm not a prisoner." He folded his arms, the anger wasn't really serious. More so just poking fun at the nervous boy. Hiro reconsidered trying to play dead but thought that would have been too extreme of a prank. He was incredibly close to the Hero Academy and didn't want to ruin his chances just yet. Hiro shook violently as withdrawal overtook him, an unfortunate side effect that Hiros nerve rending technique couldn't solve. Despite refusing to play dead he still wanted to have some fun with the guy. "What are you doing out here in a time like this? Are you hunting the reptilians?" Hiros face was contorted with a half humor, half serious expression. "They only come out on blood moons so your luck is poor." He was very satisfied with how this dumb joke was going. |
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| AvantGarde | Aug 17 2017, 01:05 AM Post #4 |
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Vigo was physically taken aback by the other kid’s reaction to his ‘prodding’, if it could be called that; He expected a minor kneejerk reaction, maybe a bit of a shock, only to be berated instead. His face reddened a bit in frustration, not really how to respond; Was this another trial, testing his courteousness? “H-hey, chill out. I was just making sure you were alive.” Vigo, a bit flustered, tried to explain himself, looking away from the boy and crossing his arms. What a strange guy. The boy went on to explain that not only was he fine, but he was taking some time to himself to ‘enjoy the stars’. Not unheard of, all things considered, but the chain still bothered Vigo on some odd level; He decided to drop it for now, if it wasn’t an issue. This guy either did it on purpose or could easily get out of it, if Vigo had to guess. Then came the… ‘inquiry’ of the night, on the part of the chained boy, which once more caught Vigo almost completely by surprise. Did he say… reptilians?” A bead of sweat slid down the side of the homeless boy’s face, the obvious incredulousness in response to his question apparent. He nearly tripped over his own feet in confusion. “Oy, what are you talking about!? Th-that’s not a thing. I was—I was just, also enjoying the moon, that’s all.” He eventually formulated a response, one that managed to keep his actual reason for being there out of mind. It would be highly undignified to explain his situation to anyone, let alone a kid his age. |
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| SirRealism | Aug 17 2017, 01:39 PM Post #5 |
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Hiro could smell the poverty of a peasant on the boys clothes. He had been inside too many drug dens to ever forget what it was like. The scent was reminiscent to that of molded bread, not precisely gross fumes... Even dopers want to smell good unless they are heavily into it (which Hiro himself had been at times). "I can assure you that reptilians exist, they live at the bottom of the ocean and send spies into midworld. But you don't seem very believing of this don't you?" Interest was beginning to build in Hirohitos mind now, toying with him seemed like a waste of a good conversation with someone who can map the slums. The cooler next to Hiro was opened and he took out two "Dark Cherry 0 Calorie Sparkling Waters" (the only kind of drink worthy to the lips of Hirohito) and offered one to Vigo. He hoped the kind gesture would ease the tension between them, although he kinda wanted to keep it going. "Please, tell me about yourself. What is your name? What's your ambition? Are you going to the Academy as well?" The last question was more of a gloat but Hirohito didn't really care, it was all just smalltalk to him. |
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| AvantGarde | Aug 18 2017, 10:04 PM Post #6 |
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Vigo unintentionally smirked at the boy’s explanation of these so-called ‘reptilians’ that he, Vigo, needed to look out for. Sounded like some real serious business, truly; definitely a job for the number 1 hero to look into. “Are they planning an invasion anytime soon? I might have to call in a few favors, in that case.” You could tell a decent amount about a person through first impressions; In Vigo’s case, he got the vibe that this was a young man who at least had a sense of humor; something that he wasn’t used to, given his upbringing. Normally, dealing with someone with a grin on their face, from experience, wasn’t usually a good idea. Still, this was another trial; Vigo couldn’t very well leave the young man alone. He said he wasn’t a prisoner, but he was still chained to a bike rack. Kindly enough (to Vigo’s surprise), the boy offered Vigo a drink; Some sort of colored drink, one that Vigo didn’t recognize. No surprise there; Very rarely did he drink much other than water, or eat much other than meat scraps or bread. “…Thank you,” He managed, unused to owing anyone anything; this was another trial indeed, as it would’ve been quite undignified of him to refuse or not show gratitude in kind. “The name’s Vigo,” He began, coming to sit a bit away from the boy, but close enough to enjoy the moon together, “I… will one day change this world.” He explained, albeit briefly. It was hard to talk about the fact that he’d lived on the streets all his life, gratitude or not. “To do that, I’ve decided to join the U.A. Academy… I’ll become a hero. I’ll become a hero strong enough to take the number one spot. One that cleanses the filth of this world.” There was a bit of bitterness in his voice; Still, he didn’t seem upset or angry. Clearly, this meant something to him. |
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| SirRealism | Aug 20 2017, 05:23 PM Post #7 |
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Hirohito sat and listened to shat the boy was saying. It seemed that everywhere he went someone wanted to be a hero at UA. Hirohito was also used to hearing that "change the world" crap. It was something everyone wanted but they couldn't have. At least the boy had manners and being a dreamer wasn't neccessarily a bad thing for a person to be. Although Virgo looked like he was a slumdog... "Virgo, everyone wants to go to UA. Do you think you possess the talent to make it all the way? Don't cling to lofty dreams beause everyone isn't equal in this world. What I and the people at UA wana know is if your quirk can rock the world." Hirohito had been through a lot of bullshittery since he was a kid trying to get to UA, he even blames ths academy for all the horrible things he had done. All the blood he's seen roll out onto the floor all stemmed from a single incident trying to get there. He loved to out philosophy people, or at least give opinions. It was a trade off, people knew about him and he knew about people. He wasn't trying to hide it or anything. "I guess what I'm trying to say is that if you don't have a groundbreaking quirk, incredible intelligence or charisma,(which I'm not saying you don't have Virgo...) or connections then it becomes incredibly difficult to become a hero. The only other possible way I could see success would be to make yourself into a villain to become a hero and destroy the competition." He cracked open his soda and took a sip. He thought about how he gained all this food and soda, he had taken the last option to becomeing a hero. Karma would come and ruin his life in the future, all he hoped was that he could destroy the system before anyone else gets hurt. "Whatever the case may be I'm sure you'll do fine... probably." |
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| AvantGarde | Aug 21 2017, 05:52 AM Post #8 |
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Vigo frowned, but ultimately remained silent as he listened to the boy speak. It wasn’t the first time he’d spoken of his goals; It wasn’t the first time he’d been chastised, or told otherwise against said goals. In both cases, of course, it wouldn’t be the last… And yet, Vigo remained undeterred. He knew what he wanted in life, and he wasn’t going let anyone—literally anyone—attempt to convince him otherwise… His mother didn’t raise such a wavering, undignified fool as that. As the boy finished speaking, Vigo smirked, shaking his head; Despite it all, he harbored no ill will or disdain for his words, or him. This was just another trial. “Hah. I should probably set the record straight with you, before you write me off as a brat.” He started, his eyes staring upward towards the moon. It was a good night; Clouds were no match for the milky radiance that was the still eve’s light. “Don’t get the wrong idea. I could care less about the academy, or what anyone else thinks of me. That’s exactly what’s wrong with this disgusting world; A man is called a ‘hero’ for his quirk, and puts on a façade in public. No one questions that man’s dignity, or who he is behind the mask.” Vigo explained, the frown returning to his face; In spite of that, he wasn’t angry. Quite calm, in fact. “…There’s someone out there. Someone doing just that; Masquerading as a ‘hero’ for his beloved fans, while in truth, he’s… Something else. A man like that has no dignity, and one day, be it a year from now or 30 years from now, I will put an end to charade, once and for all; That goes for all those so-called ‘heroes’ who preach something that they aren’t.” Vigo’s voice was nothing short of passionate as he swirled the dark drink the boy had given him about in his hand; Moments later, the same fingers holding that drink burst into a dark flame, similar to the one he’d emitted earlier; Despite this, the drink he held didn’t seem to boil or melt at all. Strange. “I was born with the power… to find people like him, and end them. Hero, villain, president; It doesn’t matter. I told you, my goal is to change the world. Becoming a hero is merely a means to that end, and the academy is merely a tool for that means. If I have to, I’ll do it alone; It’s just another trial.” He finished explaining, removing the top from the drink and taking a small sip. The flavor was… explosive. He could never get used to the idea of carbonated drinks; A street kid like himself didn’t deserve such luxury, after all. |
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| SirRealism | Aug 22 2017, 08:20 PM Post #9 |
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A single raised eyebrow was the only sign of Juno being impressed by the kids words. Despite practically being the same age as Virgo he handled himself like a condescending adult. "He handled himself well" Juno thought "and he seems to have determination..." The raised eyebrow shifted into a squinted and obviously exaggerated expression, then a smile. "Well, shit. I guess that means more competition." Juno gulped down the last of his drink, trying to stall the oncoming nausea. Withdrawal was right around the corner and it was infront of this guy, his passion was so intense Juno was afraid he may even beat him up in his own weakened state. If that were the case though it wouldn't really bother him, it was his fault for talking so much bullshit. "Me, all I want to do is beat up the school staff. Thats about it, no real other ambitions besides restoring my karma. (Which as you can suspect will lead to me doing quote on quote "good".) Anyways, we should totally team up or something!" Junos voice couldn't decide whether to be serious or sarcastic and ended up sounding pretty weird. Suddenly a fun timepasser hit him in the head, not only to entertain himself but to find out what his competetor was capable of. Juno you sly bastard, you've outdone yourself! "I know! Show my your quirk!" Edited by SirRealism, Aug 22 2017, 08:22 PM.
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| AvantGarde | Aug 24 2017, 06:49 PM Post #10 |
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Vigo couldn’t help it; A slight smile worked it’s way onto his previously emotionless face as he listened to the boy explain his side of things; At least, as much as he intended to explain, anyway. “Hah, I suppose there is dignity even in that sort of goal. That’s worth pursuing.” He replied, still slightly amused at the idea of ‘beating up school staff’. If there was one thing Vigo could take away from the boy, it was his distinctive personality; Most Japanese weren’t quite so… vibrant, so to speak. By the tone of his skin and mannerisms, Vigo was apt to think he wasn’t a pureblood native of the country; Granted, given his own ‘lineage’, that was not only an undignified question to bring up, but also a pointless one. The streetkid looked over at his new acquaintance after a moment’s thought, before reaching out and placing a hand on his shoulder; It was half of the reason that Vigo sat so close to him in the first place. Said hand, shortly thereafter, burst into flames from the fingertips; A similar effect to the hand holding the drink he’d taken… Yet the boy would feel no pain nor heat, save that of Vigo’s natural body warmth. In that moment, whatever aggression or discomfort the urchin may have felt for this strange boy vanished, leaving him with a peace of mind that most people probably only dreamed of. “You’re a good people, chain guy,” He eventually said, giving the boy’s shoulder a light, encouraging squeeze before letting him go. “My quirk doesn’t hurt good people. It’s… strange, but it’s a comforting fact.” Vigo explained, looking down at his fingers, still burning. Once upon a time, he thought they were simply trick flames of some sort, something trivial and silly… those were good times. Simpler times. |
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| SirRealism | Aug 25 2017, 09:25 PM Post #11 |
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Hiro looked at his shoulder and his eyes began to gleam he could tell this kid knew what was what and that he was a pretty cool cat. He took a deep breath and got ready for the big hook. "Rockn'! I would like to say the same about my quirk, but that isn't exactly the case. Anyways you should probably know why I'm chained here and all. Don't worry it has nothing to do with reptillians haha. You see, I have a kind of problem, not medically or anything. More so an addiction of sorts... uh methamphetamine and such... My quirk can easily break this chain or even unlock if I really wanted to but my addiction is so bad that I tend to act like a feral animal without my fix. I'd just be flailing around too stupid to even use my quirk to get out. The chains only a backup by the way, I've paralyzed my legs so I don't get hangover and I just got off the airport from America so I don't have anywhere to live. I think I buried all my money somewhere in the sand but I can't really remember, nor do I know why I really did it... But uh yeah, if you need the money or something go find it and I'll give you half. Don't worry I can make it all back in a sinch *mutter* that is if Japanese drugstores are as protected as American ones... *mutter* In reality the suitcase was nowhere on the ground and was instead dangling by its handle atop a nearby tree. Hiro himself has no idea it's up there or even how it could have even gotten up there to begin with. It must have been during a violent withdrawal or something. Regardless, it was definitely odd. Hirohito slowly pushed Vigos hand away after beginning to feel anxious of the flame and began to twiddle his thumbs. Edited by SirRealism, Aug 25 2017, 09:25 PM.
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| AvantGarde | Sep 2 2017, 08:41 PM Post #12 |
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Vigo listened quietly and intensely to the young man’s story. Ultimately, he decided not to comment on any of it; it wasn’t his place to do so. It seemed that he’d been through quite a bit… enough, at least, to get himself involved in drugs and the like. Vigo knew the dangers. Growing up on the streets of Japan, he’d seen his share of drug-addled homeless men and women, drunkards, and so on. It seemed that the world beyond Japan was no better… if not worse, given that a boy around his age could be taken in as a victim of drug use. Perhaps the only reason he didn’t follow a similar path was due to the fact that his mother’s teachings and the will he’d inherited from her kept him on a straighter, arguably narrower path. He never wondered where he’d be in life without her early guidance. Not even once. “I’ll help you find your money, but I don’t need it. You should use it for yourself,” Vigo explained, standing up and wiping some of the sand off of his shorts, “Because you’re a good person.” Perhaps his definition of what that meant was a bit different than that of other people’s. He certainly inspired weird looks and odd responses when he used the words. He didn’t particularly care. If he could help someone, he did; To do any less would be far too undignified. Thus, Vigo began looking around the sands of the beach, completely oblivious of the fact that, looking down, he’d never actually find it. “Do you have family, here? Did you plan to meet someone, when you got off the airplane?” |
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| SirRealism | Sep 4 2017, 09:41 PM Post #13 |
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Hiro moved his arms behind his head and used them as cushions. He smiled with glee as the poor boy fell into his trap of amusement. As long as the money was up in that tree Hiro could plague Vigo with ridiculous amounts of his own personal drug induced stories. Hiro truly was the worst kind of person, a lonely rambler. "Nope! But I have a plan! The sports festival is going to be starting soon I heard and I'm going to apply. I've been in a couple gang fights before and they don't seem too hard compared to that. One time, when I was in a gang fight, this guy brought a cheese grater and started hitting people with it. It was the scariest thing I've ever seen." Emphasis was put on the mentioning of the cheese grater by Hiro making overhead smashing movements. It really was a terrifying battle, all he was glad for was that the guy was on his side. "Have you ever seen someone when they get hit with a cheese grater... it's like someone is pushing meat through a meat grinder, and what makes it worse is that sometimes the flesh would get stuck and the guy would end up tearing off like half of some other dudes face. It was so gnarly that we voted to kick him off the team, but the boss wanted to use his awesome cheese grater skills to intimidate others." He said all of this with the worlds biggest smile, he chuckled with disbelief of if actually happening and the morbid humor of someone getting beaten with a cheese grater. "Sorry, sorry, I guess my social aspect is off haha. It was one of the craziest things I ever saw in America." |
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| AvantGarde | Sep 5 2017, 09:40 PM Post #14 |
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Vigo searched, and searched, and searched, all the while quietly listening to the chained boy’s story and situation. He certainly had ambition, seeking to join in on the sports festival in his… well, current condition. Vigo was no expert on drugs, nor the way they altered or affected a person’s lifestyle, but some part of him figured it wasn’t something so easily conquered as a few days of rest before one was back to 100% capacity. In his mind, Vigo wondered if the chained boy’s ‘plan’ was one of desperation—an attempt to keep himself from falling into old habits by throwing himself into something with everything he had—or just a half-thought-out idea that he might abandon later. It was undignified to entertain the latter way of thinking however, especially about a good person, and so Vigo decided to trust in the chained boy’s judgement of his capabilities. What did concern him a bit, however, was the exposition the boy gave about the ‘crazy fight’ he’d been a part of overseas. A grater…? And the damage that had to be done to the victim… What person has such a disregard for human life that they would do such a thing? A slight frown formed on his face at the thought. “I think… I would need to meet this person,” He eventually spoke, clearly missing the fact that this was likely meant to be taken as a feat, rather than on a more serious, gruesome tone. People who would harm others so blatantly, with no remorse or concern for the safety of others… That was why Vigo was given the quirk he’d been given, wasn’t it? |
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| SirRealism | Sep 6 2017, 03:46 PM Post #15 |
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That ridiculous and devious smile of Hirohitos faded into a frown. He had realized what Vigo intended to do to the infamous "Grater of L.A.", he stood practically no chance, having a quirk as simple as fire wouldn't be enough to take that freak down... illusory fire at that. The Captain would rip out every bone Vigo had inside his body if he found out he killed one of is top men. That is if he even beat him to begin with. Maybe, while lying there looking at the Captain eat his own flesh, he would give a name... Hiros name. The thought made him shake with fear, he suddenly felt the need for a fix. "Oh, don't worry... that old bastard's been dead for some time. Believe it or not the Hells Angels have SOME code of conduct. " He winced at the mention of the name, subconsciously he had mentioned the name of the gang. A well known name. "I must be really slipping...". He thought "All those pills must have fried my head, what ever happened to me being the "Platformer" huh?" . This was an old nickname given to Hiro back when he was first found trying to beat a store clerks head in with a piston of his. The chaos and unfocused rebellion tied to the name was sentimental to Hirohito, both in good and bad ways. But he was over that life now. He made an oath to a dying friend that he would be a hero, no matter the cost. |
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