[Sebastian Sinclaire]

Sebastian ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ Sinclaire [attr="class","FaustContent"]This whole hero training thing was more of a pain in the ass than he had anticipated. It was no wonder that Sebastian didn't want anything to do with any of this shit. And yet, there he was actually participating...to a degree. Old habits die hard. He still slept in class. He still continued to be abrasively uncooperative. He still was a piece of shit. But y'know what? He was a piece of shit that was still technically making passing marks. Fuck yeah! Minimal effort, baby! For today's training exercise, courtesy of the sadists running the Hero Department, everyone was gathered in one of the training rooms for their daily beating. The room had been modified with several sentry turrets that'd fire objects that were about the size of baseballs. The rules were quite simple: don't hit the turrets, and don't get hit. If you get tagged five times, that's it: you're out. Last one standing gets the highest grade, making it quite clear that it was a competition. Piece of cake. An exercise like that surely favored Sebastian, no? He may not have been the most athletic in the class, but his quirk was built for shit like this. All he needed to do was outlast everyone—and he was not above sabotage to make sure that happened—and he'd get the best grade. Y'know what the best grade meant? It meant he could slack off on future assignments and let it all average out! That's cash motherfucking money, baby! First thing's first though: lull everyone into a false sense of security—make everyone think that he wasn't a threat. "Good grief...This sounds like a pain..." he complained—just like he was known to do. "Yawn. Can't we all just, like, take a nap? It's been such a long day already, and we walked sooooo far just to get here." Regardless of what was said, he'd immediately fall backward, slamming into the ground and bouncing back up and down a few times before the ground settled. [attr="class","FaustNotes"][attr="class","FaustTags"]• Sebastian Sinclaire • Shion Utsui •

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[Shion Utsui]

回避訓練。 [Now Playing: Soiree des au revoires] Huff, huff- Running into the premises of the interior training room, friend in hand, was Shion. He would have been late if it hadn't been for his quirk and the resultant ability for him to avoid having to navigate across the university on the ground, but what mattered was that he had made it on time. In the future, he would definitely look into getting a proper alarm clock. "Sorry! Excuse me!" The androgynous person in Japanese wear, not looking unlike a maid, pushed through the other students to reach their designated spot. This was their first "mission" of sorts involving active training by the faculty- it understandable made Shion more than a little nervous, as he didn't even really know what this exercise was going to entail. But being stuck in your own head comes at the cost of not noticing your surroundings as well. In his rush to get to where he needed to be, Shion neglected to keep watch of where he was stepping, inadvertently leading to a sudden- Smoosh Assuming Sebastian neglected to really move at all due to his relaxed state, the sole of Shion's shoe would have run directly over the man's face, putting all of the latter's 50 kilograms onto it. The unwitting perpetrator didn't seem to notice something was off until the deed had already been done, not realizing the full gravity of the situation until he looked directly downwards. "Ew, I think I stepped in- Oh! Oh no, are you okay?" Shion tried to lift his foot off wherever he had stepped, hoping that whatever person he had made contact with wouldn't be the sticky kind of that would be hard to get off his shoe. Apologetic, a part of him worried intensely if he had injured one of his own peers to the point of unconsciousness. And throughout all this, the alien creature that was always in Shion's arms remained motionless, completely unmoving and mute- staring off into space. Sebastian Sinclaire

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[Sebastian Sinclaire]

Sebastian ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ Sinclaire [attr="class","FaustContent"]"Ew" was the only proper response to realizing one had stepped on Sebastian Sinclaire. Speaking of stepping on Sebastian, this was not the first time he had been stepped on. Honestly, he'd been stepped on by so many people now that he had completely lost track. As his sole rested solely on his face, he couldn't help but wonder if people were starting to think that he had a kink for this sort of thing. He didn't care if people thought that. That's just good comedy. Speaking of comedy, he needed to formulate the proper comedic response to being stepped on. Option A - React with indignance. He could burst back to his feet, complain about how that culprit should watch their going, absolve himself of fault with faulty reasoning, etc. Option B - Actually lean into the bit that he had a kink for this sort of thing. ...Gross. Even as a bit, he didn't want to actually confirm those false allegations. That's just asking to become more of a school pariah than he already was. Option C - Do nothing. Option C sounded the funniest. He didn't react. As soon as his foot was off his face, he made a loud snoring noise before rolling over onto his side, pretending to continue his nap. Shion was off the hook...For now. Shortly thereafter, a whistle was blown and the turrets whirred to life to start beaming the students with not!baseballs. [attr="class","FaustNotes"][attr="class","FaustTags"]• Sebastian Sinclaire • Shion Utsui •

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[Shion Utsui]

人盾。 Despite Sebastian's complete silence making Shion worry that he had accidentally ended his life, the foot lifting to reveal an all-too-familiar face made the unwilling perpetrator cringe internally. He hadn't forgotten what he had seen at the boat party of this man's behavior and doubted that he would ever forget it. "Oh, it's you. . . " Shion said with a very obvious distaste in his voice- though that was quickly interrupted by a whistle going off, followed by a rain of soft projectiles coming towards both of them. Oh no. Panicking, Shion did the first thing that came to mind. It wasn't the most sensible or intelligent thing to do, but he was fast in making sure that it was done. Anything to stay in this training as long as possible to show he was no pushover! One of his hands grabbed Sebastian by the back of his collar, trying to yank him upwards to have the wastrel's larger frame serve as cover. Shion was at least 3 inches shorter than Sebastian, who was definitely wider than him as well. It probably wouldn't be something permanent, but better than nothing! "I don't get it! Why do you even come to training if you put in no effort at all?!" Shion asked the human shield in a rather annoyed tone, loud due to the intense noise of the machines firing off. The shield that was also the subject of what could have been argued to be aggravated assault a moment ago. "Seriously, why?? You just lie there!" More than anything, Sebastian was beginning to look like the victim here. Sebastian Sinclaire

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