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| Tweet Topic Started: Aug 28 2017, 06:55 PM (578 Views) | |
| Koene | Aug 28 2017, 06:55 PM Post #1 |
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CLUNK “Gosh darn it!” A light fixture violently swung from the ceiling as the man rubbed the side of his head. The airports he’d been through had always tried to be fancy, and this one was no different. Who could have thought lamps hanging mere feet above the common person would be a good decorative choice? Most of the crowd had given him barely a glance as they rushed from gate to gate, but he gave a smile and a wave to the few who had stopped to gawk, embarrassment threatening to show on his face in tones of bright red, before rejoining the flow of travel. “This’ll all be over soon… Gramma’s gonna be right there when we land, I’ve just got to survive…” His claws fidgeted with the straps of his enormous backpack as he passed gift shops and vegetarian restaurants (those horrible things) and sushi shops and a barbeque and— The man stopped in his tracks, his nose snuffling loudly. A barbeque! When he left home last night, he thought he’d brought enough food to last him the flight overseas, but the last few hours had left him snackless, which in his particular circumstance was practically deadly… or so it felt, anyways. He ducked into the restaurant, American themed with ten-gallon hats on the walls and a mural featuring a brown cow staring shocked at a cowboy. A young Caucasian woman stood at the entrance behind a little podium, thankfully dressed in professional attire and not some silly costume. Though she was taller than average, nearing six feet perhaps, she was still dwarfed by her newest customer. She stared wide-eyed at him for a moment before beginning her regular spiel. “Welcome to the Texan Grill and Barbeque, how may I serve you?” “Leander Abhay, table for one, please.” The woman glanced behind her into the restaurant. Thankfully, the lunch rush hadn’t begun yet, so there was plenty of room for more customers. However, the location itself was a bit… small, compared to a proper diner. She waved over another server, also suspiciously Caucasian, who didn’t even bother closing his mouth at the sight of Leander. They whispered together for a moment as he stood awkwardly before the server ran off again, calling out to fellow workers. “Uh, just a moment, sir. We’re… preparing your table.” Leander nodded, knowing exactly what that meant. He hated to do this to them, but he could feel his prey drive waking up. The flight over had started with similar fuss, though at least they’d had advanced warning. Fidgeting with the hem of his shirt, he waited. |
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| Prophet Misfit | Aug 29 2017, 04:32 AM Post #2 |
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A week ago today, Ezra had just been told that he was a graduate of U.A Academy. It was a surreal and unbelievable feeling, one that he hasn't completely taken in, just yet. At this point, he had a lot of realizations and a number of things he had to think over and plan. He was no longer a student, he was a graduate, a professional hero. He had his license, he was no longer a student, so what was he to do now? He thought and spoke of this with Denali a few days back, and he still has yet to decide on what he was going to do with his life. He needed to figure some things out, so he decided to head back home for a few days to think it over. Packing a suitcase, he kept it pretty light as he left the rest in his dorm for the time being. He took a cab to the Tokyo Airport and bordered his plane to head back to the U.K. However, there was apparently some issue that forced his plane to dock somewhere else in Japan. A bit annoyed, he made sure to get his bag from the conveyor belt before moving over to a nearby bench to sit down and see what the hell was going on with his flight. "Hey, this Ezra. I might be some hours or a day late getting back. Some shit is going on with the plane or whatever, so now I am stranded at some airport in Japan. Don't know the state, so we will see... I'll call you when we leave." Hanging up his phone, his mama sounded a bit annoyed when she heard that Ezra was going to be late getting back home. He wasn't sure what she had going on, but if it is what he believes it to be, she better think twice. Sitting back, he kicks in the air for a moment as he stretches his arms out along the chairs to his left and right. His head leaned back as his gaze was now staring at the ceiling. After a couple of minutes, his stomach began to growl as he felt his hunger getting the better of him. Raising from out of his chair, he grabbed his bag and made way to whatever restaurant was closest. The smell of barbeque would attract his senses as he made his way to where the smell came from. "The fuck? Is this... an American theme establishment? For fuck sakes, but man the barbeque smells good. Fuck it." Walking up to the counter, the girl gaze shifted from whatever she was reading and raise to his as her face was left a bit shocked. "Oh my god, I know you! You were one of those U.A kids, right? I saw the Sports Festival, can't believe you are here right now. What would you like?" Ezra hadn't expected someone out this way to be able to know who he was. He had believed his fame only went as far out to Tokyo, so it was a bit of surprise to get recognized out here. "Table for one." Not saying much, the girl was quick to find him a table as she guided him to one that was next to a rather large fellow. Honestly, appearance reminded him a lot of Kull, so there was a feeling of wanting to punch the guy in the face, but he knew his restraints. "Wonder what the hell this place got... Don't think I've even had barbeque before, man." He spoke while staring at the menu in front of him. |
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| Koene | Aug 30 2017, 12:10 AM Post #3 |
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Leander jumped a little at the sudden voice, causing the oversized chair the staff had dragged out to squeak obnoxiously. He glanced at the younger man. Had he seen him before? No, must be a trick of the light. Clearing his throat, he responded with the first thing that came to mind. “I think they have… meat.” The giant winced. Smooth. New faces always made him nervous. “I mean, I’ve never had a bad barbeque! Though I tend to like things a bit… raw. Wouldn’t recommend it for a first-timer.” Better. He ran a hand through his mane, trying to ease out a few of the tangles. However, it was a pointless endeavor. Glancing over at the man once more, he realized his hair was also somewhat disheveled. Perhaps he needn’t worry about appearance so much. Placing down his menu, also super-sized for his comfort, he waved down a passing waitress. “Two steaks, please. Rare.” “Shall we keep the second for when the rest of your party arrives?” Leander stared at her blankly. “The rest?” “O-oh. Yes, sir. Right away.” As she scurried off, he fully turned to his companion and really looked at him. The dark arms, the toned muscles, the way he was sitting, even. It was on the tip of his tongue… “Hey, do I know you from somewhere?” |
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| Prophet Misfit | Sep 1 2017, 12:05 AM Post #4 |
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Sitting at his table, he began to go through the menu while sitting back in his chair. Going through the food that they had, his eyes began to search for related food items, but none of them were quite catching his eye. Thankfully, they had visual appearances of the food so he was able to choose something that he at least believed to look good. So far, the ribs and brisket are what caught his attention the most. As for drinks, he would go for alcohol, but he didn't want to be tipsy or drunk on the plane. With how unstable the movements were, shit could get way too messy for him if he did some stupid crap like that. With his order chalk down in his memory, he places the menu down and began to look around at the place. They were really laying the Texan theme on thick, huh? Ezra didn't know much about the state or even the theme, but he didn't believe it to be as exaggerated as this place was making it. Nonetheless, he was curious to see how the food tasted. From what he has heard of barbeque, it was certainly something he could sink his teeth into and enjoy. As the waitress came to his table, she asked for what he was interested in as he looks back to his menu for a moment. "Ugh, I'll have the brisket and the ribs. For a drink, I'll take a... whatever the hell a Sweet Tea is." Taking his menu, the waitress gave a quick bow before heading to the back to put in for his order. Meanwhile, Ezra took out his phone to occupy his attention while he waited. Still, a bit annoyed about the plane landing here, he began going through his timeline on one of his social media accounts, wondering if he could find something worth getting his attention. As of late, he has grown bored of social media in general. A yawn left his lips as he raised his arm to cover his mouth. The boy at the table next to him would take it upon himself to ask Ezra a question. Upon hearing it, Ezra turned to look at the boy. His eyes slightly glossed over as he found himself to be more tired than he expected. Hell if I know. The only other tall bloaks I know that looks like you is a notorious criminal, apparently. So unless you are him, I doubt it..." |
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| Koene | Sep 1 2017, 04:13 AM Post #5 |
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Leander laughed awkwardly. “I guess not, then. I’ll, uh… leave you to it.” He cleared his throat and squirmed in his chair a little. It seemed he wasn’t going to be making any new friends today. “Mommy, I wanna sit by the cow!” A small family – mom, pop, and little boy – were led to a table nearby, the child pulling on his mother’s skirt impatiently. Leander smiled, remembering his own mother and the trouble he’d put her through. To be honest, it had been a lot of trouble at times, especially when he had started confronting the makeshift villains of his school as a cub. He didn’t have much control back then and didn’t see why he shouldn’t use every ounce of force he had to take them down – they were hurting others, why shouldn’t he hurt them? He didn’t realize just how dangerous those kitten claws of his could be… “Why are there hats on the wall? Hats go on your head! Mommy, I want a hat.” He examined his claws as more customers filed in. A lean man with a satchel passed by, tripping over his own feet as he went to sit down. Man, if he’d really tried back in school, where would he be now? It had been years since he stopped applying to U.A. even though he told his parents that he still had a chance of going. When would he tell them that it just wasn’t going to happen? Would he even be able to look them in the eye? “Why is that man so big? Did he eat too much spinach?” “Honey, shush!” “I’m not eating spinach ever again.” An elderly woman tapped her cane along the floor as she was gently seated alongside her husband. When he got back home to the States, what would he do? Lounge around his apartment until he was forced to earn some quick cash to pay bills, like always. That couldn’t be the rest of his life. Something had to change. Something… “Mommy—“ “Timothy, please!” “Why is that bag beeping?” Leander’s ear flicked towards the child’s table. What was that? The restaurant was getting more crowded, making it difficult to hear. Timothy pointed a sticky finger towards where the man with the satchel had been sitting, except now he was gone and only the bag remained, half-hidden under the table. Glancing around, he spotted what looked like the same man exiting the restaurant, though he couldn’t be certain. He hadn’t even ordered any barbeque before he ran off. Leander's danger senses immediately went off, remembering the old airport phrase: report any suspicious or unattended luggage. “Uhhh…” |
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| Prophet Misfit | Sep 1 2017, 06:58 AM Post #6 |
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The guy next to him was quick to dismiss his claims the moment Ezra had responded. As he "left" him to it, Ezra gave a shrug and began to look around some more while waiting for his food. As time went on, the place would begin to fill up with families and people alike. One, in particular, was a mother with a child, the brat was one of those types that ask questions every five seconds, which Ezra found annoying. He knew if he happened to had a child one day, he wouldn't have been able to put up with some shit like that, his kid would have to put a stop to that before he or she even thinks about it. Drowning the child out, his attention turns back to his phone as he continued to stroll down his timeline to find something of interest. However, other than some fight videos, some compilations, and food making videos, there wasn't shit that he actually cared about or was interested in. Looking back towards the entrance his gaze switch over to a man that entered with a satchel. It was easy to notice the man since the man nearly tripped over his own feet before going over to take his seat. Meanwhile, his waiter would return with his drink. Giving a slight nudge of his head, he didn't quite thank them as he happened to had forgotten. Grabbing at his straw, he places it into the glass and begins to drink the sweet tea, curious as to see if it was good or not. "Huh, basically tea with a shit ton of sugar in it... Man, Americans put sugar in every damn thing." Muttering to himself, his ears twitch as he could hear the child again asking questions as Ezra rolled his eyes in annoyance. As his second question was asked, the boy would manage to catch both Ezra and the other man's attention as he spoke of a bag ticking. Seeing the satchel under the table, he looks back to see the man hurrying out of the establishment as Ezra cursed under his breath. "Shit!" Realizing that this could be serious, he raised out of his seat and went over to the front greeter. "Listen up, you and these people got to get the hell out of here. I need you to go and get Airport security. That fucking guy that just left his bag, which happens to be ticking at the moment. We need to clear this place out asap, so get to moving." Heading back to his table to get his phone. He would look to the tall bloak sitting next to him. "Well, don't just sit there looking stupid and shit. Help me get these people out of this place." His gaze shifted away quickly after as he looks out to everyone. "Everyone, get your stuff and your family. Evacuate this establishment before you risk the lives of yourself and your family. You will be informed shortly as to why you have to leave, but you need to get the hell out of this restaurant, now!" Eyes shifted to the bag as it laid on the floor beside them. |
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| Koene | Sep 2 2017, 06:46 PM Post #7 |
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Leander watched the man with slight awe – he was certainly more authoritative than he’d expected. He didn’t have time to ponder the implications, however, as he was called out. “Right! Okay, Ma’am, if you would come with me…” As he handed the elderly woman her cane, a commotion was happening at the child’s table. The little boy was hyperventilating as the parents tried to comfort him, reminding Leander of a car revving up before… “WAAAAAAH!” The entire room winced as one. Kid sure had a pair of lungs on him! Could even be his quirk, though Leander wasn’t well versed in children. Timothy refused to budge as his parents pulled at his flailing body, wriggling out of their grasp each time they got ahold of him. As the child’s screeching grated against his skull, he quickly scooped up the boy and motioned for the parents to follow him. Now the source of the sound was closer and currently smacking him in the chest. The pros of getting himself fixed were slowly piling up. Ducking through the exit to the restaurant, he nearly collided with the crowd of passersby who’d stopped passing by to gawk at the restaurant. As Timothy’s crying echoed around the terminal, however, the crowd gave them wide berth. Using this newfound power, Leander cut across the stream of traffic with little fuss and placed the boy down on one of the chairs in a gate seating area as the parents rushed to comfort him. “WAAAAAAH!” Leander was getting desperate. The kid had to stop. What did kids like? Funny faces? He sat down in front of the child, crossed his eyes, pulled at his cheeks, and stuck out his tongue. Suddenly… there was silence. He uncrossed his eyes. The child was frozen in fear. “Oh, thank you, sir!” “But-“ “See, Timmy? If you misbehave, he’ll come after you!” “No, wait-“ The father patted Leander on the back as Timothy ran to his mother and hid behind her skirt. This wasn’t what he’d intended at all! Glancing back at the restaurant, it seemed to be empty by now, thank goodness. If there’d been any trouble removing customers, the confident man had surely sorted it out. |
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| Prophet Misfit | Sep 3 2017, 11:19 PM Post #8 |
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After telling Koene to help out, he went off to the other tables on the other side of the restaurant to get them out of the establishment as well. Holding back his words, he would normally be a lot more... rough with his verbiage, but he instead decided to act similar to how the heroes he remembered seeing growing up. Prim and proper or some shit like that. He had to have a good bass in his voice to get them to listen, which wasn't that difficult. He knew the majority spoke Japanese, so that was the language he spoke to them with. For those that may have looked confused, he spoke in English or began to gesture towards the door for those that spoke a language outside of the two he has spoken already. Once they were out, his attention turns back to where the parents and their child happened to be. Hearing the constant screaming was beginning to get on his nerves as he neared the location slowly. Remembering his hate for bad brats, he brought his hand to his head as he felt himself wanting to just snatch the kid by the shirt and taking him outside the damn place before it blew them all to pieces. Thankfully, he wouldn't have to get involved as the tall bloak from earlier took matters into his own hands and rushed the child out of the establishment. With the establishment now clear, he would make his way out of the place as well. Realizing the airport security had arrived, the woman from earlier directed them his direction as he looks to his left slightly caught off guard. "We are told that you had this establishment emptied in a panic, can we ask you exactly why you created such a situation?" A bit turned off by the way the man said it, Ezra swipes his nose with his left hand and looks the man in his eyes. "I had the establishment emptied because a suspicious man entered earlier and then left minutes later. He left a bag under a table towards the back of the right-hand side of the establishment. Said bag was ticking, which... while I am no expert, happened to raise a few red flags. That is why I 'emptied' the establishment, sir." His tone was a bit snappy there towards the end, but his expression did not change. Realizing the issue at hand, the man would go into the establishment to check himself with a few of his men. Once the bag was found, the ticking was heard and the guard thought it was best to inform bomb support of this so that they could handle the situation before it got too risky. He would then have the airport shut down until they could find the man that left the bag in question. As they made their exit from the restaurant, the man would point to Ezra and Koene to follow two of their men to a room not far from where they are. A bit confused, Ezra simply gave a shrug before taking a seat in one of the chairs in front of a metal desk. "Well shit... What the fuck is this for? Better hope they not preparing a cavity search, big dude." Sitting back in the chair, he place both feet onto the desk as he decided he might as well relax. |
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| Koene | Sep 5 2017, 02:10 PM Post #9 |
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“Alright, big guy, let’s go.” Leander had started making his way back to the restaurant to check up with his companion, but a muscular man had blocked his path, a very stern expression on his face. For a moment, he panicked, thinking the parents of the child had sent security after him, but thankfully logic caught up to him. “Where are we going? Is this about the restaurant?” The man didn’t even respond as he led Leander through a nondescript door shoved between a novelty anime store and a bakery, which led to a dimly lit, concrete tunnel running the approximate length of the stores on either side. Ahead of him, his lunch companion was being herded through a door on the far end. Had they done something wrong? Was the bomb a hoax? Had someone just left a beeping phone in their bag and run off without it? “Hurry up, I don’t got all day.” As the door opened, Leander was dazzled by the bright light reflecting off the polished linoleum floor. They had entered a T-shaped hallway that seemed to take up two stores-worth of room with an official looking desk at the end, likely where the “real’ entrance to the space was. So this was how security got around so quickly – service tunnels! He didn’t have much time to look around, however, as he was abruptly shoved into a side room, causing him to knock his forehead against the doorframe. He stifled a curse and seated himself in the empty chair. “Cavity search? They wouldn’t…” He glanced around the room helplessly. For the moment, the two of them were alone, their escorts presumably waiting outside the door. Leander didn’t know much about Japanese security, but if it was anything like in America, they could be waiting for a while. “So, uh… My name’s Leander Abhay and I really just want to visit my grandmother.” As he sat, a loud grumble filled the room as his stomach protested its delayed meal. Half-heartedly, Leander took off his large backpack and started rummaging through it in the hopes of having overlooked some small morsel from the flight over, knowing full well that he’d licked every container clean. “You, um… You wouldn’t happen to have a small something to nibble on, would you?” His fangs glistened in the harsh fluorescent light, completely unintentional in their menace. |
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| Prophet Misfit | Sep 6 2017, 03:56 AM Post #10 |
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Oddly enough, Ezra was still calm, even with him being escorted in for questioning. He still had little to no idea as to why exactly he was being taken, but he figured it had something to do with protocol. As it stands, he was quick to tell them to wait while he retrieved his bag, since he sure as hell wasn't going to leave it behind. The sky escorting them off was a rather bulky guy, however, his attempts at intimidation failed the moment he even tried. As it stands, he knew that there wasn't anything he had to worry about. In fact, he was a bit excited at the fact that he was being taken in like this, he was waiting for one of the guards to throw their weight around. With him being a fully license hero, all he had to do was show them his hero license and see them eat their shit. Looking around, he would see the tall male from before being taken in for questions as well. Given how they were the ones to clear out the place, it was to be expected, but why just the two of them? Perhaps other information was found that required important questions to be asked as opposed to the usual. As they were being taken through the long halls, he had felt as if they were being taken on a tour of this place, just wondering about until something else bad happens. Hoping that the guards were smart enough to be looking for the man that actually left the bag, to begin with. Were this establishment to actually have a bomb explode and were he to actually make it out of the explosion with his life, he would be able to take great joy in expressing how dumb the security at the airport happens to be. For now, he was going to comply, which he knew was out of character for him, honestly. However, he had to get back home and he now had an image to keep up. He didn't need any news or articles going out about how he was acting a fool in an airport or it being spun that he planted a bomb or some shit like that. While the last bit was somewhat far-fetched, all of it was quite possible so he was going to think smart. If him complying and keeping a level head is what he needed to do, then that is what he shall do. As far as the other man goes, Ezra was now stuck in a room with the male. It was a bit awkward given the unfamiliarity between the two, but Ezra simply had to go with it for the time being. Being the first to say something, his first words more than likely was not ideal or appealing to anyone that feared the trouble they were involved in. The boy's response was to be expected, he more than likely believed Ezra as he began glancing a room. Ezra would lightly chuckle before lowering his head onto the desk to get some sleep while he waited. However, the man would speak again as he decided to introduce himself. He also gave some information on how he wanted to visit his grandmother, which was somewhat out of nowhere. Ugh... Why are you telling me? The name's Ezra by the way." Keeping his head laid up on top of the tower, he would attempt to sleep once again as the man woke him to ask if he had something to nibble on. "Nope." While he was lying, Ezra didn't want to waste any of the food he had stashed, that means letting the man eat any of it, perhaps he'll change his mind once he sees how the guy handles the situation they are in right now. |
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| Koene | Sep 9 2017, 05:19 PM Post #11 |
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Leander stiffened. Yes, it might have been a bit odd to just blurt out personal information, but wasn’t that how people made friends? As his stomach grumbled once more, he looked to Ezra and realized he hadn’t even attempted to look through his bag before writing him off and attempting to sleep. Suddenly, the whole room felt just a bit too small for both him and his companion. He got up from his chair, which groaned in relief from the abatement of pressure, and leaned against the wall, away from Ezra. He was probably missing his flight right now. Leander’s heartrate increased. His grandmother would be so worried! He had to contact her. From his pocket, he pulled out what looked like a toy phone from the 90’s, more ridiculous in its scale than had been common back then. Even so, he still had trouble pushing the individual buttons. After a moment, the other end picked up. “Sweetie, is that you?” A feminine voice spoke in her native Hindi, slightly gravely but strong. “Yeah, things are a bit… crazy over here.” He responded in the same tongue, glancing at the sleeping Ezra. He didn’t have to use Hindi but for some reason he just felt like it right now. Their conversation was intended to be brief, simply coordinating travel plans, but it was cut even briefer by the door to the room banging open. A man in a professional suit entered, short in stature with two ram horns jutting from his bald head. “Afternoon, gentlemen.” Leander waved weakly as the man laid a thin vanilla folder on the desk and went right into his spiel. “You may call me Agent Furukawa. I understand you two were the main parties involved in this… incident. Before going any further, I would like a description of what exactly occurred. You first, Mister Abhay.” Leander’s eyes widened at the man. “H-how did you know my…” “It’s our job to know. Please, tell me exactly what happened.” “Well…” Leander went into what was probably a bit too much detail about the lead up to the bomb: walking through the terminal, hitting his head on the lamp (The agent didn’t even crack a smile at that one), smelling the restaurant… but when it came to the actual event, getting people out and running with the child, he found his recollection faltered. “Don’t be alarmed, Mister Abhay, there was a lot of chaos going on. It's understandable to miss a few details.” “I don’t know about chaos, sir, Ezra had things under control.” “A crowd escaping a potential bomb isn’t typically orderly.” “Yeah, but…” “Keep your statement to what you know, please. In that same vein, could you go into more detail on the appearance of the man with the bag?” Leander covered his hands with his eyes, trying to focus. He’d already mentioned the man tripping and some very general physical characteristics. Other than that… “Could you tell what his quirk was?” He scrunched his eyes tightly and held his breath, replaying the scene over and over in his head. Each time, it seemed to get blurrier and blurrier. Suddenly, he exhaled loudly and exclaimed, “Cinnamon!” “Cinnamon?” “He smelled like cinnamon!” “Are you saying that’s his… quirk?” “I don’t know, is there a cinnamon-smelling quirk?” “I’ll, er… get the experts on it. Is that all?” Leander nodded triumphantly. “In that case, let’s move on to Mister Collins…” |
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| Prophet Misfit | Sep 10 2017, 05:07 AM Post #12 |
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Normally, for him, falling asleep came easy for him as long as he was able to lay his head against something. In the case of right now, he had the table, which for most would be cold, but he naturally was just a cold person. As of late his body, his skin, has run cold, at very low temperatures. He was checked by the nurse at U.A and they told him that it was from his quirk. He couldn't quite recall what they described it as, but apparently, the two quirks were forming together to become one singular quirk. Which would explain the change in his skin color, among other things, but he still didn't expect it to happen so fast. Drifting off to sleep, he kept himself aware so that he didn't have anything to actually worry about when it came to the guy he was sharing the room with. While he seemed like a harmless kitty, he happened to be hungry and Ezra was not going to be cat food for this thing. Which is why he was still aware of what was going on around him as far as noise went. So he would hear the man's phone and even the conversation after. The language was spoken was not familiar to him at all, but he had guess it to be one of the Asian races or whatever. As time went on, the door would open as a man would enter inside. Hearing this, Ezra would faintly open to spot who came in, seeing a man that was tall and bald standing over the table. Not feeling much up to raising his head to stare the man down, he would instead decide to listen to what was being asked and said by the man as he went the formal route of asking questions. Ezra particularly got a laugh at the other fellow being surprised by him knowing his name... It was as if he didn't know that they were at an airport where they documented all that had a ticket. It was even funnier that the man would go out of his way to play it off as if he just knew everything, it was amusing, really. After grilling the other guy... who happens to be telling them everything that happened to him today, he would move over to Ezra. Breathing a sigh of slight annoyance, he rose his head from off the desk and raised back up to look around the room some. "Ugh, I entered the place, got a table, look over the menu. People filled the place up, one of them including the man that smelt like... cinnamon. He was an odd fellow that wore mostly black, he had a bag and he tripped upon entering inside the place. He would leave some minutes after taking his seat, quickly after the brat sitting behind us would point out the ticking. When I notice what it was, I went to the host, told her to clear everyone out, and had them all clear out with the help of the kitty over there. I am pretty sure I told one of ya men all of this... Shouldn't you be looking for the guy that left the bag? This place has cameras and the guy entered and left the establishment within the same hour or half hour, shouldn't be hard to find video evidence of the guy." Sitting back in his chair, his arms folded over his chest as he found himself beginning to let out a yawn that needed to be covered by his forearm. |
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| Koene | Sep 10 2017, 07:32 PM Post #13 |
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Leander raised an eyebrow at the use of the word 'kitty'. The only people who’d ever used that word were attractive women who wanted something from him, and he was pretty sure Ezra wasn’t interested. Even if he was, his cool demeanor completely turned Leander off. The agent leaned back as Ezra criticized the situation, a bit of a smug grin playing at the corner of his lips. “We did find him. In fact, he came to us. Now, one thing the two of you differ on from the rest of the people we’ve talked to… Describe the sound you heard coming from the bag.” Leander scratched the side of his nose, thinking. “It was a ticking, right?” “Why are you asking me?” “It… It was kind of noisy in there.” “Well, when the bomb squad arrived, and when the family of the child you rescued were interviewed, the word most commonly used was ‘beeping’. Is it that big of a difference? You wouldn’t think so, except that changes the type of device we’re dealing with.” He thought back to what the child had first yelled back in the restaurant… Yes, it had been ‘beeping’, hadn’t it. He scratched his stubble thoughtfully. “So, it was an electronic-beeping bomb and not a clock-ticking one?” “That’s what we assumed. Now, before I go any further, I want to sincerely thank you two for the quick thinking involved in clearing out that restaurant. If it hadn’t been for you, we may have had a much more serious situation on our hands. However…” Leander frowned. The agent certainly liked to play up the drama. “However?” “The man who came to claim the bag; the man on all the security footage; the man who ran from the restaurant, down the terminal, straight to the front desk of gate H, and then straight back to the restaurant… I’ll put it bluntly, gentlemen. He’s a klutz. When we opened that bag, we found a dying cellphone. In his words, he stopped for lunch, realized he was about to miss his flight, and made a run for it, forgetting his bag under the table. Similarly, he forgot to charge his phone, which gives us what we experienced today.” Agent Furukawa looked quite pleased with himself as Leander practically collapsed into the chair next to Ezra. “That makes so much sense! My phone never shuts up when it gets low.” The agent stood, extending a hand. “Your statements have been recorded and we’ll contact you if anything else comes up. Unless you have any questions, you’re free to go. Use any ticket counter to reschedule your flights, free of charge. Oh, and there may be some local journalists snooping around the restaurant, so if you value your privacy, I’d grab lunch somewhere else today. Thank you for your time.” “Wait! I have a question!” “Yes?” “Did he have a cinnamon quirk?” “No.” “Oh. Okay.” |
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| Prophet Misfit | Sep 12 2017, 04:38 AM Post #14 |
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Ezra found himself slightly confused as the man expressed that they had already found the man that left the bag. If that was the case, why in the hell were they still sitting here? If they have the culprit, they should go and deal with him, not get them involved in some bullshit. Slightly annoyed, he kept his anger to himself while extending his right leg underneath the table some more. As it went on, the man would speak of their being a distinct difference in their stories as compared to the others they've interviewed. Raising a brow of his own, he found himself wondering what the hell did that actually meant. The man would continue as he would ask them what was the noise that they actually heard from the bag. Thinking about it, he couldn't quite recall what the sound was, exactly. He knew he heard a noise, perhaps it wasn't a ticking, but it was something that raised red flags. "I don't see why that matters, honestly." The man would go on to state the word used was beeping as opposed to ticking. Giving a shrug of his shoulders, he still didn't see what or why that meant anything, honestly. Was this their way of telling them it wasn't a bomb and it was something else? The other man would bring up an electronic-beeping bomb as opposed to the regular ticking clock type. Not really caring, either way, he saw it be a bomb no matter what the case was, so why they were still going on about this? After thanking them both, the man began to speak of how the guy from before was a clutz that had left in a hurry because his flight happened to be leaving. Which was stupid, but not out of the realm of possibility. Quite honestly, he was more annoyed than relieving. The fact that they wasted so much time over a fucking dead phone and an idiot that couldn't remember his shit, annoyed the hell out of him. "Welp... Wasted my time with that. Ugh." Groaning a bit, he rubbed his face with both hands before rising out of his chair. With everything said and done, he could just go and see if his plane is close to arriving. Just as he was about to see if they could leave, the other guy would interrupt to ask about a got damn Cinnamon Quirk... Seriously? Breathing a sigh of annoyance, he would look to the ground before shifting his gaze to the detective bastard. "Can we leave, now?" |
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| Koene | Sep 14 2017, 03:31 AM Post #15 |
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Agent Furukawa held the door open for them as they left, not seeming to mind the glare from Ezra. He surely got that a lot. The pair was led to the front of the building, past the security desk, and back to the main terminal area. Sunlight shone through the large windows overlooking the tarmac as a small jet taxied in to its gate, light reflecting off its shiny metal surface. Leander stretched, glad to be free of the small room. “Ahh, it sure is nice to be out of that place, huh?” Though they had been inconvenienced, at least he had a bit more experience of what to do in an emergency now, and nothing truly important had been lost except maybe an hour of their lives. He turned and smiled at Ezra, but it quickly faded as he remembered the utter irritation his companion had shown in the interrogation room. To be honest, he also looked a bit sick - maybe that explained things. “Hey, man, are you alright? I thought you’d be happier knowing everything turned out okay!” Unless… did Ezra want people to be hurt? That would have been more fame-grabbing, wouldn’t it – a heroic rescue to fill the headlines. Leander frowned, remembering the exact moment Ezra had snapped. Yes, that could be it… Wasn’t the knowledge they had done their best enough? That feeling didn’t seem to be common among the heroes he’d seen, though. Maybe they were all alike… maybe the reason he failed was because he wasn’t more like them. No. He refused to be disappointed. If being content with a fake bomb made him a lousy hero, then so be it. Maybe he’d run into a robber back home and make a name for himself that way. This one moment didn’t make or break the rest of his life. “You did great back there, by the way. Real hero stuff.” He meant it. His commanding presence had gotten people to listen – even with Leander’s tall stature, people didn’t always pay attention to him. Ezra had taken charge and done what needed to be done. Maybe one day he’d be a bit more like him. Not the whole package, though – the one thing he always liked about himself was his sense of humor. Losing that would be devastating. |
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