[junsuina]

[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... The mashed potatoes slopped on Jun's tray were, for once, unappetizing. The fist that was there was also something she wasn't too keen on. Today was as stressful as one could get, as she had to study for an upcoming science test, there was a prop she had to get ready for a shoot at work, there was a paper that was due tomorrow that she had to get done, and to make matters worse her mother had sent an ominous text that she wasn't looking forward to. It was like the world was pressing in all around her and there was nothing she could do to stop it. She took a deep breath, slowly letting it out as she poked her food again. One thing at a time, she thinks, pressing her lips together. If I focus on everything all at once like I normally do, I really will have a panic attack. I just need to take things slowly, and prioritize. I'd rather be training today, but that paper should come first... Sebastian Sinclaire

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[Sebastian Sinclaire]

Sebastian ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ Sinclaire [attr="class","FaustContent"]It was strange really. It was as if he had been hit on the head and forgot who he was entirely. Sebastian Sinclaire, Slackaire Extraordinaire was actually interested in trying for once. Why? Well, isn't that a mystery for the ages? A mystery to be solved at a later time! The point was, he was at long last ready to realize his potential. Now it was just a matter of how he was going to go about doing so. "Mmm, looks delicious as usual. I sure do love the free lunches here. It's nice not having to cook for myself these days," he smiled, nose twitching at the scent of Jun's lunch. Sebastian had caught Jun in the cafeteria sitting all by herself. Classic Jun. She was hunched over her tray having not touched it in quite some time (he had been watching her for a few minutes). She seemed gloomy. Was she perhaps still reeling from her failure in trying to motivate him? Nah...As much as he liked to pretend it did, he knew that the world didn't revolve around him. Though, it'd be much more convenient for him if it did. He had walked over to break her out of her zone, quietly sneaking behind her and sticking his head just over her shoulder so that their cheeks were but an inch apart. As usual, he was wearing his school uniform in his usual disheveled fashion. His blindfold was pulled down (he pulled it down before approaching) so that she couldn't see his eyes. [attr="class","FaustNotes"][attr="class","FaustTags"]• Sebastian Sinclaire • junsuina •

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[junsuina]

[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... Jun was typically aware of her surroundings. Her awareness, her reaction time, all of it was uncannily good. When it came to human interaction she was lacking ever so slightly, but a good chunk of the time it was like she had a certain level of precognition. And then there were days like this where she was so preoccupied that her surroundings took a backseat, and any little thing that could derail her thoughts. Like Sebastian sneaking up on her and getting way too close for comfort. She let out a shriek, and on instinct threw an elbow back while her body moved to the seat next to her, gripping her fork like a knife as she let her brain catch up with her surroundings. After several moments she realized what in the world was going on, and a frown crossed her face. "Sebastian? What are you doing? Do you actually need something, or are you here to torment me?" Sebastian Sinclaire

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[Sebastian Sinclaire]

Sebastian ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ Sinclaire [attr="class","FaustContent"]And that elbow went right into his chest. He wasn't ready for that either, and he ended up biting his tongue before he could get his next set of lines out. Luckily he didn't bite it hard enough to draw blood, but his mouth (and eyes) were watery. He played it off as best he could though, quickly carrying on as if nothing had happened. "Yes," he nodded, pulling his head out of her personal space. He took a seat right next to her, resting his back against the table while stretching his arms and legs out to occupy an obscene amount of space on and at the table. He didn't need to actually see her face to know that she was upset with him. Of course she was. Why wouldn't she be? She had every right to what with him screwing with her the entire time she was going out of his way to try and help him. "So, remember how you dropped me out of your little game with that Jan guy? Well, I'm here to say that I'm back in it, so why don't you hurry on along with your lunch, and then we can get right to work, eh?" [attr="class","FaustNotes"][attr="class","FaustTags"]• Sebastian Sinclaire • junsuina •

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[junsuina]

[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... Somewhere, someplace, at sometime, a record could be heard scratching. Jun didn't know if it was because of the adrenaline in her system because of the sudden jumpscare, or if it was all the built up stress she had obtained, but she just froze as the hamster inside her head did everything it could to provide enough power for the processor that was struggling to keep up. "...What?" Not a single word that left his mouth made any sense to her. Nothing, nada, zilch. She finally recovered enough to put up a hand, closing her eyes. "Hang on, back up. Like, as far back as possible. You have made it painfully clear to me, at my own expense no less, that you have zero aspirations. You don't want to become a hero, heck, you don't even want to do any work! And now you're coming to me, wanting to train...for the Newbie Games...I'm sorry, I feel like I have a concussion and the effects are just now catching up with me, did I hear you right? Why the sudden change in heart?" Sebastian Sinclaire

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[Sebastian Sinclaire]

Sebastian ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ Sinclaire [attr="class","FaustContent"]Yes. All of these things were true; however, she forgot the part that Sebastian moved in mysterious ways! He was just like God, frfr. While he certainly had his reasons—whether or not they were good reasons remained to be seen—he was not about to just share them to Jun. After all, where would the fun be in that? Life needs a little mystery and intrigue to keep it from getting too dull. "Why do I do anything? Who knows what goes in my crazy, handsome head?" he smiled, hitting her with the Sinclaire finger guns™. "Besides, haven't you ever heard the phrase 'don't count all your horses before looking the chicken in the mouth?'" After butchering that saying, he quickly leaned back into her personal space—because he gave absolutely zero fucks about people's physical boundaries—he continued on while trying to drown her out. "Rather than ask why, you should be asking when! Y'know, as in, when would you like to get started, Lord Sebastian. Answer: Right away." [attr="class","FaustNotes"][attr="class","FaustTags"]• Sebastian Sinclaire • junsuina •

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[junsuina]

[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... She wasn't buying it. If the dog bit her once, then it was on the dog for biting her. Twice, though? "I don't believe you." She reached over to grab her tray, pulling it over to her only to stare at the food that was on it again. If there was a semblance of appetite before, this newfound stress eliminated all traces of it. "What was it you told me last time? 'Don't believe a word that comes out of my mouth' or something like that? You're approaching me like this because you have some ulterior motive, or you're playing some kind of joke, or maybe even pitting me against someone else against my knowledge. And considering you're trying to push me out the door right this second tells me that there's some kind of time limit, which means you have to put pressure on me to act right now, and quite frankly I have a million other things I have to worry about." She held up her fork, pointing it at him. "I'll make you a deal. Give me ten...ten? Fifteen minutes to finish this, and meet me on the green. I'll...see what I can do to help you. This does not mean you're back in the game, but I am willing to help train you." Sebastian Sinclaire

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[Sebastian Sinclaire]

Sebastian ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ Sinclaire [attr="class","FaustContent"]Ah. Right. He did say that before. Classic past Sebastian: always fucking over future—who is now present—Sebastian. Oh well! These things happen, and Sebastian was no stranger to dealing with the consequences of his own actions. "Silly, Jun. You clearly weren't listening to me. I said not to believe anything that I say which would include that sentence. Ergo, you can trust me. I am, after all, a paragon of honesty." The shit-eating grin on his face probably wasn't doing him any favors in selling that lie, but he didn't really care. Whether she believed him or not, it made for good TV. He was all about keeping those ratings up. God forbid he get canceled in his prime. "Still, it does worry me that you're so distrusting. You need to learn to let people in—believe in people. I mean, if you can't believe in little ol' me what can you believe in? Nothing! You seem to think that I'm up to something, but I'm not up to anything at all. On the contrary, I am the opposite of up. I am down. As in I am down to get back into the groove of things!" Implying that he ever was in the groove to begin with... Whelp! It didn't matter. Ten minutes? Fifteen minutes? It didn't matter. It's not like this was a pressing matter. All that mattered is that he got what he wanted. "Of course it doesn't mean I'm back considering I never left—always have been in the game. You're the one who's been out of it," he smiled. Bouncing off of his seat, he threw his hand up to Jun to wave her farewell as he made his way outside. Fifteen minutes would give him enough time to take a mini-nap on the field while he waited for her to finish eating. [attr="class","FaustNotes"][attr="class","FaustTags"]• Sebastian Sinclaire • junsuina •

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[junsuina]

[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... Jun started to argue, but ultimately sighed. It was like arguing with a brick wall, except the wall could follow you and had opinions and goals of its own instead of being, you know, a brick wall. At the end of the day, it was futile. "Whatever," she says, turning to her tray that was looking more and more unappetizing as time went on. "Just...fifteen minutes." And after those fifteen minutes of prodding, occasionally nibbling, and in the end tossing the entire thing, she'd make her way out to the green, shoulders sagging as she had at this point given up. "Alright," she says, projecting her voice in order to get Sebastian's attention. "If we're doing this, and if you really are serious, then I'm not going to jump straight into quirk usage. I have a basic understanding of what your quirk does, but we need to clear something up first. Which is you do not have the same mass and training as anyone else. I don't know who all is on Gen's team, but with what we have I want us to shift around and deflect attacks, and not directly confront power with power. Strategy and technique is what will win the day, and not brute force." She took a breath, slowly letting it out. "But I need you to come at me with all that you are so I have an idea where you need to improve apart from the general, 'One hundred pushups, one hundred situps, one hundred squat thrusts, and a ten kilometer run' every day." Sebastian Sinclaire

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[Sebastian Sinclaire]

Sebastian ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ Sinclaire [attr="class","FaustContent"]Sebastian may have said that he was intent on actually training, but his actions most certainly spoke louder than his words (which was a feat in itself considering how obnoxiously loud he he usually was). He was napping underneath a shady tree in the fields. There just weren't enough clouds in the sky to justify sleeping out in the open. The little beams of light that filtered through the leaves seemed to warm just the right spots somehow. The beams that were hitting his face also did nothing to stop him from sleeping since he had his blindfold pulled down to block out the light. "Not interested in training my quirk anyway," he yawned, still laying down. "My quirk's always been strong. I coasted my way into U.A. just relying on it to carry me, but even I know that I can't just rely on my quirk forever." And still, he did not stand up. "I'm just a little rusty is all." he lied. "All I need is your help in shaking off that bit of rust, and then I'll win the game for us. I dare say that I could probably take on Gen's entire team by myself once I'm back to my old form." He jumped onto his feet, stumbling and flailing his arms in frantic circular motions to find his balance. "Whoops! I stood up too fast. Oh my the whole world is spinning, and I can't see a thing now!" He still hadn't taken off the blindfold. "Ah, I usually love when my vision goes all black, but right now is a little bit inconvenient." Slowly, he hobbled over to Jun and raised his left hand over his head. "Okay, here I come...Let's see you defend AGAINST THIS!" And then he brought his hand down, arm stiff and rigid like he was trying to slap the roof of a car that could fit a copious amount of spaghetti. There wasn't even any form in his stance. His shoulders were slumped, his back was hunched, and his knees were bent as if he were struggling to stand up without collapsing under the weight of his own laziness. [attr="class","FaustNotes"][attr="class","FaustTags"]• Sebastian Sinclaire • junsuina •

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[junsuina]

[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... Jun just...stared. Yeah, the Games were off limits based on everything she had seen. Sebastian kept trying to play himself up, and even with Jun having to learn everything she knew based on observation and repetition she saw that he wasn't on square one. Heck, he wasn't even on the board. This was going to be painful, especially if he was serious about being serious. She'd step into the attack, bringing her hands palms forward to her sides before thrusting out to his exposed midsection, intending to both push him off his center of balance and show just how exposed his belly was. Jun was smaller than most of her classmates and didn't like matching force with force, but in this instance? Even with what little force she had she could prove a point. "Maybe if you took that blindfold off, you could see things coming! Do you really think you can hit anything without seeing it? Bring your arms in closer and don't bend your knees as much!" Sebastian Sinclaire

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[Sebastian Sinclaire]

Sebastian ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ Sinclaire [attr="class","FaustContent"]And just like that, Sebastian was knocked off balance. For someone of Jun's skill, it shouldn't have been a challenge at all. As he was falling back, he activated his quirk to make the ground nice and bouncy so that he wouldn't hurt his butt. He bounded up and down a bit on his butt before coming to a stop as the ground stopped being elastic. "Oh!!! I was still wearing the blindfold. That explains why I couldn't see anything." he facepalmed, sticking his tongue out while maintaining his usual sing-song tone that made it difficult to tell if he was being serious or not. He did a quick crunch and pushed his hands into one of his knees to push himself back to his feet. After a quick pat down to get all of the nonexistent dust off his pants, he raised left hand up to his face to pull the blindfold off. His knees were still bent, his shoulders were slumped, and his back was hunched, making him as easy a target as before. At least, that's what he wanted Jun to believe. Right before pulling his blindfold up, he quickly adjusted his form and shunted his right hand out with a claw grip, aiming to strike her throat. [attr="class","FaustNotes"][attr="class","FaustTags"]• Sebastian Sinclaire • junsuina •

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[junsuina]

[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... A frown crossed her face as he bounced a few times, remarking on the blindfold. "Why do you even have it to begin with," she says, letting her guard down just enough to allow him to his feet. She wasn't going to kick him while he was down, that would be counter productive. She began to get back into position to fight as he got to his feet, beginning to observe and get ready for the next clash. His posture and everything failed to change, which made Jun sigh. Guess he'll have to learn how to fix each and every thing the hard way- a flash of movement caught her attention, his form suddenly changing and an attack coming her way. She just barely had time to get out of the way, nails brushing across her throat as she took a fumbled step back, gritting her teeth. "Claws? Really? Are you an emitter, or a mutant? Open hand or closed fist, pick one!" Putting all her weight on her back foot, she'd rotate her body and swing a side kick at his mid section, putting about one third the power into it as a probing attack. She'd prefer to use her fists to test defenses over her legs, but he had forced her out of punching range. She had to improvise a little. Sebastian Sinclaire

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[Sebastian Sinclaire]

Sebastian ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ Sinclaire [attr="class","FaustContent"]She's fast. He didn't even have enough time to finish pulling his blindfold all the way up before she rightfully countered him. Despite that, he could still see it coming, he just had no idea what to do about it, and so he was back on the ground once again. That's fine though, he could use that to his advantage. He sprawled himself out on the ground, arms and legs spread as if he was in the middle of making a snow angel. "In that situation, I'd favor a claw strike," he snapped back, still maintaining his sing-song cadence as if he hadn't just gotten floored again. "Slapping your throat while effective, isn't effective enough. Punching your throat would've been lethal if I did it quick enough that it actually connected. Claw grip lets me deal initial force to throat and then seize you. At that point, it's a matter of applying pressure to your jugular. Quick, efficient way to knock someone out." And still, he continued laying on the ground with his blindfold on. "I know what I'm doing. I'm just a bit rusty is all—like I said," he lied. Everything he learned, he learned by looking it up online or by watching videos on it to sate his macabre appetite. None of this was studying that he had done recently, mind you. He loved watching a good fight as much as the next person, so he picked up a few things through observation during his shut-in days. He was, however, a complete and total novice when it came to the application of fighting techniques and maneuvers. He was the very definition of those chumps who believed they could do something just because they saw it online. ...Then again, he picked up a lot of miscellaneous skills by looking shit up online during his shut-in days, so maybe there was hope for him yet. [attr="class","FaustNotes"][attr="class","FaustTags"]• Sebastian Sinclaire • junsuina •

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[junsuina]

[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... For the first time in all their encounters, Jun paused. He was right; as someone that was predominantly self-taught, she did learn that punching the throat was pretty lethal. Crushing the trachea would result in the windpipe collapsing, leading to suffocation and death. Not a good look. But the claw thing was still stupid. Like...yeah, you had multiple points of contact and you could easily take control of an opponent, but at the same time she learned that keeping your fingers out like that could result in more injury to oneself more than doing any good. And that led her to her next critique. "Okay. Assuming I was unarmed and untrained, then maybe. But you can't claim rust when you leave yourself open to counterattack, and expect your opponent to do nothing. You never assume your opponent is going to play by your rules. You have to dictate the fight on your own terms." And with that she'd square up into her boxer's stance, looking down at him. "Get up, and try again." There was another noticeable change: Jun was much more focused. The previous attack, while not amounting to much, put her on her guard. He had at the very least shown that he was a threat to her. Sebastian Sinclaire

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