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[DL] Early Morning or Late at Night?
Topic Started: Aug 10 2016, 08:29 PM (482 Views)
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What time is it?

Keisotsu supposed that it rather didn't matter exactly what time it was. The bar was open and the few people that were there at the ungodly hour wanted cold beer and that was about the only reason he was still awake. He had had his headache for so long he simply decided to deal with the pain rather than take more pills or drink more whiskey, both about as equally effective reducing the aching in his skull. He was currently wiping down a set of glasses setting them back on the shelf for later use, as it was so late at night or rather early in the morning, few brave and drunken souls littered the run down bar. The dark wood blended together with the darkness and relative silence of the night outside. There was still a pair of men at the old billiards table with peeling felt. Slurred words and bits of laughter could be heard from the regulars. Their game was soon finished and Keisotsu's dark eyes looked up as one of them came up to him.

"Ay, Susu! C'mom and play a round will ya?" The red faced patron called to the bartender, but Keisotsu only rolled his eyes, his expression remaining nuetral in his response of blunt words. While it was true that Keisotsu did play a round of pool or too with the patrons, with his headache and the tiredness he simply wasn't in the current mood for chilvary and drinks.

"No, Yuusuke. Not tonight." He responded coolly, to which the man gave a rather disappointed look.

"Aww... why not?"

Keisotsu set the glass down on the bar top with a clink, his head rolled to the side as he cracked his neck. " 'Cause I'm sober and you're drunk. And last time we played, I was sober and you were drunk. I beat you and you tried to punch me in the face." He recalled the tale with starting simplicity, but also failing to recount that the man had spilled beer on the floor, which Keisotsu had frozen over just in time for him step in, give a swing and then fall flat on his face. He had been drunk, so it was likely that he don't even remember the tale like Keisotsu did. And the bartender was rather sure that the man wouldn't like recalling what had happened either. The blank expression on the drunken man's face told all, including an understanding and embarrassing recount on his part. He finally nodded, laughing at the story and himself. At least the guy was a good sport about it, Keisotsu thought with a raise of his eyebrow.

"Ah well... I guess that's a good 'nough reason. And... I suppose that's you giving me a hint eh?" The man met Keisotsu's dark eyes with a smile. The bartender nodded, crossing him arms and leaning against the back counter. With a final laugh, the regular patron made his way to the door, his companion following behind him. Yuusuke waved back at the bartender though Keisotsu only looked back, sighing and running his fingers through his unkempt hair. "Get some sleep, Yuusuke."

He was glad that tonight's drunks were rather agreeable instead of more volatile. He took off his glasses, rubbing his eyes with his thumb and first finger. The dark bags were permanently set under his eyes, along with his unbuttoned vest, loose tie and untucked shirt with rolled sleeves, completing his exhausted appearance. He glanced over to a clock on the wall, which read at exactly midnight. The beaten velvet red couch at the corner of the room was beginning to look rather appealing as a place to crash. But he still had bartending duties to attend to and one of the late night guests waved him down for another beer.

Sleep is for the weak. He thought to himself as he reached into the cooler to serve up a cold drink.


Makoto
A young kid, a freshman that was all too ready for his trip to japan was just touching down and waking up from the drawn out ride over there.His mother, a fairly young one at that, looked to him lazily, already gripping at one of his arms as she pulled him through the bunches of other people prior to gathering up their luggage. She seemed determined to get over there, trying not to pass out at every turn and letting all the distractions hold her attention till she hit the hotel they would be staying in. Without any words to her little boy-who was wide awake mind you, she quickly unlocked the door and tossed her stuff randomly in the small ugly looking room, falling into a coma on the partially made up beds.

Itou, her baby boy, wasn't ready to go to sleep yet! He wanted to explore, to see, to steal! And what better place to do it in than a place where noone knew him. Don't even get me started about what he thought about the girls here, it was too good of an opportunity to pass off! Up even.

Walking over to his mama, he pulled the covers she was laying on up and over her form, patting her shoulder a few times when she was tucked in. From there, he removed his shirt slipping into some black short pants, then took the key and left.

He wasn't going to lie here, it kind of felt like this place was more home than he originally thought. Tones of people. No one really caring about his get up. A bunch of buildings. Yeah this felt like new york alright, but it wasn't, and that just meant his dad along with a lot of other strange things he didn't really get. Trying to figure out where he wanted to go...And to navigate through the mod of people, he ended up bumping into some guy who came out of a near by bar, falling flat on his ass. "H-hey! I was...A-ah" Something stopped him from saying anything rash, mainly the size of the guy. Granted most people were taller than him but, this guy didn't look like he was all there today, surely someone he shouldn't take lightly. Gritting his teeth, he put his arms up like he was trying to do one of those anime poses."CHANGE NOW!"

Besides kind of confusing the poor drunken native, itou vanished from view to scramble to his feet and make his way into the building the man just came out of...A bar?

Not expecting anyone to see him because he was blending in with his surroundings, the boy slowly shifted over to the bar, picking out the weakest/ tiredest link in there since they appeared to have so much in common, and dug his hand into that cooler he was digging in to take one of the drinks too.

Now that he thought about it...This wasn't any kind of drink he's ever seen before. Then again he was sort of in japan to begin with right? It couldn't be that bad if it was from here right? He was born here after all...Or something that would justify a fifteen year old drinking a randomly good looking beverage. The guy that was taking a drink from the cooler would probably guess he was just seeing things at this hour anyway, i mean a floating beer being opened right in front of him wasn't a common thing after all.

"Oh shit!" The ghost that handled the beer said before taking a sip, starting to turn the cooler and the beer into what he was! Invisible that is, not an evil closet pervert.

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Noah
It was a wonderful evening, everything he set out to do on this fine dark occurred has planned. The last appointment almost ended up with all of his men dead, however only half of them died. The small deal Noah had to oversee went without an hitch, at best we was supposed to still have two of them, they really did outdid themselves. Noah merely wanted to test if they could take both sides of the trade off, it would seem he underestimated his own little group of expendable goons. *chuckle* The Korean Mob Boss couldn't avoid to let out a small chuckle in the midst of the dark alleyways of the city, luring some curious individuals to turn their heads.

Noah was wearing a pink and yellow scarf above a white shirt and grey jacket with folded up sleeves, going for his pocket on his jeans, he grabbed his cellphone and began touching and scrolling around. Noticing a bit of red on the top part of his phone, the scarred man cleaned it with a small disposable handkerchief. " I didn't realized I got blood on it... When the fight broke out it was in my pocket..." The man wandered between the street, he had surely disposed of his other clothes, and cleaned properly. It is quite strange how it seems than the more he fights in this country the more bloodier his clothes become. "*It must be a sign*chuckle" The red eyed fiend pocketed his Verus Cell with a pleasing smile on his face, there wasn't any "meetings" next day, so he and the remaining of his rioters had the night and the next day off.

As Noah slowly turned the corner of the street, the most peculiar sight came before him. Ah boy waved his arms around in a quite flamboyant way, and then went up to vanish into a pair of pants. "We don't certainly see little pipsqueaks running around in the middle of the evening, specially the shape shifting pants kind." Noah laughed under his breath while pursuing the odd pair of pants, which swiftly escaped bellow a bad lit bar sign. The heavy stench of the stumbling man forced the disgusting smell upon Noah, which prompted the fiend to notice the man coming over to crash against him. In a quick reflex the scarred man,whipped his foot towards the face of the drunkard and knocked him to the edge of the sidewalk. " *Chuckle* he might have hurt himself if he kept walking in such manners, thank god for me."

Walking past the unconscious man, Noah was glad his outfit was sparkle clean, he does have a lot of trouble changing outfits. The common sheep's don't know how precious is a piece of fresh clean clothes in the days. Stepping inside he reached for one of the chairs by the counter and glanced over the corner of his red eye the pants kid. "Annyong, bartender. Give me a bleeding Jane, or a Scottish whisky. And I want to be served before the drink vanishes." Noah's eyes wandered towards the pants boy, glaring at the emptiness and smiling gently as he waited for his drink to be ready.

Keisotsu [Font]
Keisotsu had always felt like he was older than he actually was. His constantly tired eyes and slouching, aching shoulders didn’t help at any attempts for a youthful appearance. And lately, he had had quite a few run ins with some younger people, an actual small child included, so that probably didn’t help his ego either. But in truth, he really wasn’t that old, twenty-nine was still very young in his book, though he often didn’t say his age out loud. Whatever the case, it really shouldn’t have mattered how old he felt. He certainly wasn’t old enough to be going senile.

So when he saw the floating beer bottle come out of the cooler, he simply stared at the thing rather blankly. Not exactly the most sudden of reactions, but he was tired and any fast paced activity at that time of night really wasn’t in him. “The hell? He muttered aloud, blinking several times in confusion as the beer suddenly vanished in midair. Maybe he really should’ve started working on getting more sleep.

"Annyong, bartender. Give me a bleeding Jane, or a Scottish whisky. And I want to be served before the drink vanishes."

The voice of a customer brought him out of his stupor. Well, those words confirmed one thing; the bartender really wasn’t going crazy, much to his own relief. But now he had his suspicions of what exactly the beer disappearing act was all about, and he really wasn’t impressed. Keisotsu tightened his grip on the neck of the beer bottle he had currently in his hand. “Yeah, coming right up, just give me moment.” He said, just nodding over to newcomer.

The air around Keisotsu suddenly grew rather cold, the bartender could see his breathe exit his mouth in a small cloud of white vapor and soon enough, he also noticed another cloud of breath just around the cooler. There was somebody there, but likely due to their quirk they could go about unseen. A layer of frost formed on the surface of the bar as Keisotsu activated his quirk. He breathed out a cloud of breath again, the cold, crisp air was helping to clear his head.

Keisotsu threw down the bottle in his hands to the ground just below where he had seen the other cloud of vapor. The glass container exploded on the ground with a loud crash as glass shards broke out onto the floor, and the liquid inside splattered across the bar floor. But as the small explosion occurred, instead of a wet liquid, the beer splayed across the ground in a slick mixture of ice and snow, surrounding whoever the unwelcomed intruder was in a small circle of amber colored ice. Keisotsu lifted his hands, curling his fingers in a ball shape as a gale of cold air surrounded his wrists. At first the buildup was small, a tiny dot of white forming in midair before it fully formed a snowball in his hands. Two more orbs of white followed in suit and within the same moment of the beer bottle explosion. Keisotsu threw the ball in the air a few times, before flicking it toward the general area where the invisible intruder had been. Though it appeared he only threw it casually, he manipulated the snowball to move much faster as if it had been thrown by full force. And if he hit the unseen man, he would have knocked him back considerably enough to make him step back to regain his balance, therefore also stepping into the mixture of alcoholic ice and snow on the ground and quite likely lose their balance again.

He then turned to the back counter, keeping a watchful eye on whoever the intruder was to watch their reaction to his sudden attack. Keisotsu was still a bartender and he still had a customer. He reached into the cooler again, to grab the beer he was supposed to give to another patron earlier. Popping off the lid, he slid it down the counter to said customer, who was really too drunk to care about the sudden display of the bartender’s quirk. Then he went about to calmly getting ready the latest newcomer’s order. He grabbed a green colored bottle of a single malt scotch. Holding it by the neck he breathed out with a sigh. He still had two snowballs in his arsenal, which now floated freely in the air around the bartender, as if they were miniature satellites, or rather missiles, awaiting a command to attack. “Now, you’re either going to show your face and I might think about not freezing your dick off or I pelt you with more snowballs.” It was quite obvious who he was talking to, the invisible intruder and would be thief. Keisotsu poured out a shot for the man who had waited patiently at the bar, setting it down in front of him with a clink on the counter. The shot glass was cold to the touch; a layer of frost had developed on the surface.

“Cold’s the best way to have ‘em.” He commented to the man, Keisotsu rested his arms on the counter, letting his body weight be supported by the dark wooden bar frame. He appeared out of breath, or rather the man was more tired than what he age should have let him be. He was able to get a better look at the customer. He was a young man, he had brown hair, styled messily and glasses like the bartender himself. A scarf with some flamboyant coloring and an open grey jacket. The blood red eyes seemed to be smiling at him, but Keisotsu was too exhausted to even give an ironic smirk back. There was a distinctive scar on his cheek. Scars. Everyone seemed to be getting them these days. Did kids think they looked cool? Sure as hell they were painful to get. Or maybe that was some odd train of thought that wasn’t going anywhere.

He took a deep breath in and out of the cold air he had created around himself, his dark eyes looking to where the invisible intruder should have been. He hoped that the guy could have taken the hint that he wasn’t in the mood for playing games that night.


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YES!? It was probably a yes because he disposed of the poison instead of forcing him to drink it all. Itou would be lying to himself if he said that gesture didn't confuse the hell out of him though, kind of showing on his face once he started looking over to the bartender once again.
“Sorry kid, but you needed to learn a little lesson.” - “And that is, don’t go being a thief unless you actually plan on not getting caught.”

Did this guy think he meant to get caught or something! He was semi insulted by that comment, no matter how true it really was it still took him down a peg. Wait, leaning up from his position-sitting up straight. Now that he really let it sink in, the old man wasn't all that wrong and that was one truth makoto couldn't run away from. It was at this time where he would really start to consider if he honestly wanted to use his quirk to become a comparable scum to his father or, did he want to quit at this moment all together and just go back to living his normal life of fear and perversion. They weren't exactly holding him hostage here, telling him to give up or anything, though this one event would cause him to deeply think about his actions instead of just assuming he could get away and get out of anything because he was a good liar or a kid. How long would those excuses last him? He couldn't possibly depend on those forever could he?

The youth could have left in the time the two men were talking to each other yet, he decided to stay right there till he was fully done thinking about what he wanted to do here. Not that it was a matter of him just wanting to be a villain, it was a matter of how he functioned, and the only reason his mind thought on limited tracks was all his fathers fault...Everything was his fault. That bastard was in this country somewhere with his same quirk, doing the same thing he was doing to a whole other level. The only way to find him was down the path of villainy, it was the only way he knew how to get him so. The boy took a deep breath, finally recovering from his blank state to firmly nod to the bartender, confirming that he would do better next time he planned on robbing someone, and kind of justifying his and the scarred male's actions towards teaching him something that mainly was for his betterment.

"I understand old bartender sensai!" He replied strongly, thinking about trying to rob him again at some point in time to train up..Not to tonight though.Probably was a bad time to try again tonight."And ah, yeah I guess you caught me." He smiled."I don't know how you two did it but, that just means everyone isn't as gullible as I think they are."
Noah
The scarred man wasn't expecting much from the bartender reply, this was just a small way to see how the man who didn't mind putting his job on the line for serving a drink to a dumb kid, would act and reply. A standard reaction for the white mist breathing one, a bit too normal for his own tastes as if those same words were imprinted into his mind from hearing the same question.

Being one that works well into the end of the night, things will get caught in his ears, even if he doesn't want too. When people are drinking they generally do it to have fun, or that what they say to themselves. Seeking the numbness and happiness that come from the bottom of a drink. Drunk people don't mind their words or secrets, for this same reason one of the best informants Noah had back in Korean was a similar bartender like this one.

"*Chuckle* I find it amusing you said a lot without even saying much at all, it is quite rare to see have such way it words." Being cold wasn't just his power but his usual demeanor for what Noah could see, this wary gaze at his scar showed to Noah than this man was an observant, a good trait which makes the bartenders what they are.

"I was expecting him to drink all of it from the peer pressure, you could at least let him show his resolve...." Noah was perhaps being a bit too harsh on the kid, this was probably because of his time on Korea. Pants boy doesn't know how lucky he is from getting away with just a small gag.

"You just got a new student, after you almost chocked him to death with your drink. I guess this evening is turning into an whole another direction." Noah half joked about as he tapped twice on the counter waiting for a refill of his previous drink. The Korean mob boss was wondering if these two were worth to receive one of his colored cards. Only time would tell if they could provide him a wonderful evening.

Keisotsu
It seemed like his words actually clicked with something in the would be kid thief. At first his reaction was the predictable, as he had taken his words as offensive toward his ill-practiced craft, but the teen soon took in his words. He went silent for a few moments, finally taking the time to think about his actions. For what conclusion the kid was coming up with, Keisotsu didn’t really care. He was beginning to think the kid wasn’t as annoying as he was at first, no he still kind of irritated the bartender. The youth often did that to him and that wasn’t going to change anytime soon.

And so began his short exchange with the scarred man sitting across from him.

"I find it amusing you said a lot without even saying much at all, it is quite rare to see have such way it words."

Keisotsu kept a neutral expression on his face, not revealing much of anything else while the scarred man gave a chuckle. He had only said what he thought was sufficient, and it seemed that the scarred brunette thought it more than just so. The younger man had caught him up in his paranoia, probably a trade he had learned from picking up that scar. And now he was just toying with him. It was always better to be wary with words, for one could never be too careful. The brunette commented again on kid thief’s alcoholic encounter, somehow recommending that he should have drank all of the poison. Keisotsu tilted his head downward, his dark eyes glancing back to the teen and then to the young man.

“There’s a difference between a kid who can handle a drink and a kid who only thinks he can.” He repeated the term ‘kid’ twice, referring to both the teen and the scarred youth. If he had somehow thought he had fooled the bartender into thinking he was of age, now Keisotsu was dropping the hint that he knew he was indeed just a ‘kid’ like the one beside him. Albeit, obviously older, it was only a few short years that separated them. However, the scarred young man held a different aura about him, one that was accustomed in the ways of acting older than he actually was, one that had experienced much more of the world and its cruel reality than the teen that sat beside him. Keisotsu didn’t judge men by their age; it was only a number. Many kinds of characters came into bars, adults who were no better than children and kids who tried to pass off as adults. With so many years under his belt, he had gotten a good idea on getting people’s true age, the one that defined how they held themselves, how they acted, and how they would respond to a drink or a dozen.

The ‘kid’ before him certainly wasn’t a child.

But the other youth certainly retained such qualities. He seemed to have finally recovered from the bartender’s words. Keisotsu just sighed, it was his turn to take in the words that came out.

I understand old bartender sensai!

The bartender only narrowed his eyes, his headache he had chosen to ignore was still simply pounding away at the back of his skull. The kid went on to explain that he apparently understood that he was caught and that people weren’t as gullible as he thought they were. I’m still surprised by the number of gullible people out there. Though, while specifically aimed at the younger teen, he kept those thoughts to himself. It was better if the kid knew to be more careful about the wrong people, especially if he so decided to go down the path that partook in thievery and other delinquent actions. The scarred young man commented on the apparent fact that the bartender had received a new pupil, referring to Keisotsu as ‘sensai.’ The glasses youth then tapped his glass on the bar twice, asking for a refill of his whiskey.

Nodding, Keisotsu grabbed the same green bottle of single malt scotch. This time he also grabbed another shot glass, pouring his customer his drink first and then a double of his own. He lifted the glass up, swirling the amber liquid around a bit before throwing his head back and downing it in one go. He then set the glass back down on the counter, yawning slightly. “It ain’t ‘old bartender sensei.’” He said, quoting the kid for his rather ill-thought nickname he had given the bartender. “Suga, Keisotsu. And I hate formalities, so call me Susu.”


Makoto
The only thing that was apparent to makoto when he came to call the bartender guy his sensai was that his eyelids were squinting close together; but never met each other. This simple act somehow filled him with satisfaction, visible on his face in the form of a smile, aided by slight uncontrollable chuckles here and there. The scarred ma... Kid sitting next to him, seemed like someone that had to be at least a senior, or maybe even a junior based on his behavior. Who would have thought he was around the age of a freshman? Missing makoto only by two short years even though it appeared to him that he was a lot more mature. At first makoto roughly estimated his age was at least in the twenties but from what the bartender was stating, and now that he got a closer look at him... Something persuaded him to think otherwise.

Nevertheless, the comment that brown haired gentleman made only brightened makoto's bright smile. It was nice to hear somebody throw in some positive(Neutral) feed back on the whole bartender teacher pitch. It sounded like a good idea to him, and if they put it through a nickname voter this was definitely gonna win!

"Nah that's alright. I can think of a lot..." He paused to wink towards the old guy " Colder...
Punishments than this one. Least I know what not to try when I come here again.
" Shivering at just the thought of the taste, he was brought back to reality once his new teacher started to lie to him about his age; throwing his name on top of it.

Susu. That's about all he was bound to remember since it sounded kind of strange to him. Didn't fit the nonchalant dude at all, he looked more like ah...a...a Cheren! Yeah, that name suited him nicely. Had a nice ring to it too~. How the hell did he think of that so quickly?

"Susu it is then. My name happens to be makotu. Makotu itou the third." He responded placing both hands on the counter. Trying not to call him susu or cheren sensai with all his might because these guy's both were sort of intimidating in their own way. The scarred guy in a creepy way and susu in a scary way. That damn sensai and senpai thing were just some habitats that wouldn't just be wished away with a blow of a candle! They were installed and engineered into his make up.

Shifting to the other side of his chair to peek over to the scarf barer, he didn't know why he said it, but he asked anyway. " W-what's your name? Since we're all stating our names it wouldn't be... " Makoto's hues slid to their corners to catch the ice man. "Cool to leave you out."

Noah
"I guess the cat is out of the bag, you caught me!" Putting his hands up, the scarred man gently laughed nonchalantly, without showing any issue with being found out. Noah whole demeanor wasn't to deceive the bartender, actually he didn't give two shits if the guy noticed his scarred self was under age. Back in Korea most of the places he frequented didn't ask for a number on a card, if the pay was on the table. If Noah was a kid then this pants boy was just an infant. Which was more amusing was the one who called him kid, being one to his early twenties he acted certainly more like a middle aged man, tired of his own life and with an hint of regret coming between his tone. A misstep and a bad decision let him fall into the hole he is currently in, serving "little kids" drinks. Hardship was most of his growing up, not only one but several trips on his current path. It was devil's own luck which guided him to this place and his current self, and quite frankly Noah doesn't regret an ounce of what he did or what he is.


"If I am a kid, I could ask what are you, bartender... late twenties, early thirties at best, but your demeanor is of at least someone with ten years on top.*chuckle*"
There wasn't any really meaning behind Noah's words as he just enjoyed poking around and string alone others to his own entertainment. The drink is just an appetizer over watching the creatures interact with each others. A shame as this bar was quite empty saving for the pants boy and the worn out bartender. However, this was proving to be quite a treat. These two would definitely keep him interested, either by just observing their abilities or just by interacting with their both distinct personalities.

"Gomawo." The fiend was just trying to mess around, yet the man still would serve him drinks despite knowing his illegality in this whole affair. "Susu... what about Susu-sensei, pants kid. You could call him that *chuckle*" Ignoring the forced gag on the abilities of the Bartender, Noah was paying more attention to the the one behind the counter, however the kid forced gags were not enough. "Do you wear an armor and also shout like a maniac? Or is it perhaps a coincidence...The third is some dumb kid from the school, but I never heard about him going bare butt on the middle of the night*Chuckle*" Noah was just observing what the boy would say, he heard only small whispers but never actually got around about being informed about the upcoming hypocrites of justice.

"Let me join on the fun too, I will say my name because I am very chill with all of you...." The scarred man realized how the Susu-sensei was reacting to all this terrible jokes, so why not make the man even more frustrated. " I am no one important, but no worry I will not give you the cold shoulder."Controlling his emotions he forced his body to deny this almost unconsciously chuckle. You can call me Boreal...

Keisotsu
"I guess the cat is out of the bag, you caught me!"

At the hint that Keisotsu apparently knew of the scarred youth’s true age, the now revealed teen gladly accepted the truth, almost too gladly. The bartender maintained his normal neutral expression, tapping his fingers on the now empty shot glass in his own hand. The teen went on to inquire the bartender of his own age, with Keisotsu now assured that the teen had led to give him the same age spotting skills as the bartender. He could say he was impressed, especially at the fact of how accurate the kid was and of how he could pick on his demeanor that made him act older than he actually was. A sly smile made it onto his lips, surrendering his own truth to the scarred youth before him. “Alright, now you’ve got me...” Such a skill was really something more of a party trick, then something of use. Keisotsu really didn’t care, but it was rather amusing, just as the teen before him seemed to be thinking the same way. “Yeah, twenty-nine. And you’re pretty good yourself. Most people usually do think I’m older.”

It seemed like the would be thief kid was rather stuck on referring to him as a teacher and he even got the scarred teen to join in on the charade. Keisotsu knew wasn’t fit to be anyone’s ‘teacher’ nor did he care to serve as one. He was just a bad bartender in a beat up bar and he didn’t plan on being anything else. Whatever the two kids thought of that situation, he wouldn’t push to not being called ‘sensai.’ He figured it was just better for the kids to have their fun while they still could. With his own introduction, it spurred the younger of the pair to give his name. Names were nice enough, he probably wouldn’t even care to remember it since he would most likely never see the kid again. Keisotsu himself cringed at the pun the younger teen said, and his aura grew even more irritated when the scarred youth joined in on the apparent fun. He could handle the teacher thing, puns, especially those concerning his own quirk, however, were things he could not. He stayed silent, a tight lipped frown crept onto his face at the pair of youths’ gags.

Just… let them have their fun. While the younger Makoto genuinely seemed to be having that, the scarred youth only seemed to be joining in to add to the bartender’s annoyance. He sure did seem to know how to push the man’s buttons ever harder. Then he gave a name, a name that could quite obviously not been a real one.

“You can call me Boreal...”

Yeah, sure whatever. Keisotsu nodded, accepting the name without any questions. He had already pointed out that the kid was underage and drinking in a bar, so it was only natural for him to give a fake identity. Besides, it was better for him, the bartender who had given him a drink, to not know as well. It worked out both ways, though he couldn’t help but feel there was something more to that name. Whoever the kid was before him, he was someone that he shouldn’t involve himself with too heavily.

Keisostu looked up to the clock on the wall, its hands pointing well past midnight and now early on into the morning. The bar itself had been slowly emptying of other patrons, leaving the pair of teens before him practically the only customers left. “So I’m guessing you kids don’t have bedtimes or you’re homeless.” Keisotsu said bluntly, ignoring whatever other bad puns or jokes either would possibly counter with. It was getting rather late, and he would have rather preferred to get these kids out of his hair.


Makoto
"I guess the cat is out of the bag, you caught me!"

“Alright, now you’ve got me...”

Everyone was getting got expect the youngest one there who, granted, probably shouldn't even be at the bar this time of night. Or was it this time of day? Keeping his thoughts of how the bartender, apparently in his twenties, looked like he was in his late to early thirties, he simply nodded along with susu's response, being right on the money...well sort of, when he said twenty nine.

He guessed the fellow student caught onto the real age as well! Getting his guess right on the money before starting to tag team the poor old man with itou. This guy was still fairly creepy to him overall, but his sense of humor was all and all pretty nice.

"Do you wear an armor and also shout like a maniac? Or is it perhaps a coincidence...The third is some dumb kid from the school, but I never heard about him going bare butt on the middle of the night*Chuckle*"

Some dumb kid from school!? He tried not to laugh at himself when he was being exposed, but it was just to awkward of a situation not to laugh. Besides, when else was he getting the chance to explain why he was naked? "It's actually not a thing i'm proud of talking about but, let's just say my quirk's abilities either haven't been fully unleashed or I was born to be humiliated...Even by my own superpower." Though he was laughing in between replying to that scarred kid, there were faint hints of sadness weaved in his tone. You sad, sad boy. Least he learned that guy's name in return huh? Boreal wasn't that strange in any other situation, in spite of that this was one of those odd situations where it was hard to accept as true. They kind of released full names, and he just said something that was probably just an alias. All and all, now that he thought about it that was better. No offense but, susu was cool as boreal was cryptic.

Paltry matters aside, makoto was having a pretty good time! Annoying bartender's really took his mind off the wounds in his body...And the whole cold thing. It was only matter of time before they ignored him to the point he wanted them to scat, and hearing his comment snapped that boy back to reality faster than he ever had up to that point. His eyes were nearly popping out of his head. ... Till he looked at the clock that is. Letting out a sigh of relief, his calmness started to set in once again and he perked up on his stool to address his elder.

"I'm not homeless. I'm just staying here for a few days or, at least i'm supposed to." His smirk grew " My mom kind of passed out, and I wasn't tired. Sure you guy's can fill in the rest really." Releasing his personal info-limited personal info- wasn't a real big issue to him in this kind of situation. His mom would be awake in the morning, and he would be awake at night so he couldn't get caught right? Unless she happened to come to this exact bar...

oh shit!
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So at least the kid their wasn't homeless. Good enough, that meant that he could through him out sooner rather than later if Keisotsu wished and then he wouldn't have to feel bad about it either. The brown haired youth, so-called Boreal may have posed other problems, but the bartender simply sipped away at the shot in his hand and then poured up another one. Was it the third or the fourth? He was starting to lose track but he supposed that didn't really matter either.

Apparently the kid Makoto's mother had turned in for the night and the youth just decided to have a night out in the town while the pair were in the city. The adventure type, whatever that meant. Keisotsu narrowed his dark eyes, keeping his nuetral expression that usually plastered his face. "Oh... really now." He commented, nonchalantly looking the kid over again. He wasn't sure whether to believe him or not yet.  Again it seemed to be another one of those details that didn't really seem to matter in the end. It was however a late night, and even the kid himself should've known not to take such a huge risk of sneaking away. Maybe he did anyway, it would've depended on how confident he was in his sneaking out abilities and prowess and of course, how scared he was of his mother.

Keisotsu really didn't have to wonder about the answer to that question for too long.

Surprising the remaining trio in the bar, the door suddenly swung open with a force that nearly shook the building. Keisotsu didn't jump, the bartender had become a bit too intoxicated to be startled so easily. He raised his eyebrows at the rather youthful appearing woman. Long, black hair fell down to her sides with dark brown, piercing eyes examining the room carefully. She had said nothing yet, in her mouth lowly hanging was a half gone cigarette. Her figure was something a man could easily get distracted by, with tight, form fitting feminine clothing that furthermore accentuated her curves. Her dark brown eyes then stopped at the youngest teen sitting at the bar
No words had yet been said, but the woman radiated a certain aura that even Keisotsu felt intimidated by.

Lookin then to the kid at the bar and back ar the woman, the bartender had to do a double-take before smiling, covering his mouth to hold back a laugh. Looks like Mama is out on the hunt. He gave a wave to the woman, Makoto's mother, with the hand that held his shot glass. "I found him wandering outside Miss. Figured it was much safer in here than out there. But now I suppose that the safest place is back at home with you." He casually gave her an vague explanation, really only half true but who would really be listening closely? Perhaps the kid or the scarred man at the bar, but the woman who had just entered the bar would only be focused at the teen. It was another odd question of would she really listen to the teenager or the words of a strange bartender, obviously who had something to drink? It didn't really matter to Keisotsu, the drinking had put him in the mood that he didn't much care about the kid's fate.

And so the night would draw to an unusual close when Makoto would be soon whisked back to whatever home he and his mother had. He would have only nodded in acknowledging some sort of goodbye, raising his shot glass with a small wave. By the end of the night he and the scarred man would have gone through more than just one or two bottles of scotch, and likely feel the effects for much longer after the dawn.

I'll drink to that. Keisotsu had thought, before downing another double.

[Exit]

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Makoto knew good and well what was about to happen around this moment, it never failed really. As soon as he had a thought, maybe a inkling of a possibility to get away from an environment his mom would come looking for him, she always, ALWAYS! Appeared right when he was about to turn and take off.

He couldn't turn could he? He didn't need to, he felt the aura, he felt the door swing open, the faint smell of the half gone...Oh god someone help him! Oh! That's right! He had friends in this place! These guys were sure to get him out of a jam with his old lady right? He didn't even know why he had to ask himself that, it was a no brainier. Cautiously, the corner of his eye locked onto the scarred man...who wasn't doing anything in his defense...Ok,ok, susu would definitely come to his rescue then. They formed a bond of teacher and student! One that couldn't have been broken by the likes of a angry parent! One that cou--

"I found him wandering outside Miss. Figured it was much safer in here than out there. But now I suppose that the safest place is back at home with you."

Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd he is fucked.This was around the time he started to whimper silently to himself, tearing up just feeling her shoes clack against the bar flooring. Oh! He could make this up! Not rotating in his chair to address her, he did it while staring in a shocked state at the counter "H-hey m-ma I was jus--" Without even a word, the young woman placed one hand on the short kid's head while her other arm wrapped around his throat from behind to put him in a uncomfortable hold. Choked up for a second, he was slowly pulled away from the bar even through his leg's were dragging on the floor from him not wanting to go home with her. His hands were frantically clawing at his own neck, blocked off by her arm till they got near the path she came in from. An hand outstretched of the young boy extended towards the causally waving and nodding bartender "Please help! HEEEELLLLPPP! MOM I CAN EXP--" Shushed by her slamming a fist down on his noggin, he silently got carried away by his mother's death grip, letting his hand fall limply, and stopping his whimpers all together.

Aside from the horrors that waited for him when he got home again, makoto had a pretty good night...or morning. That and the silent anger his mom gave off was much better than calm anger, and a lot worse than verbal anger.
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Earnings

Susu: 10 xp; 500 cash
Makotu: 9 xp;500 cash
Noah;6 xp; 300 cash

Notes

Some good puns.
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