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arrin’s hands were planted in the pockets of his newly made hero outfit. His stomach yearned for a good ol’ New York hot dog or the gift that was pizza. So far, only one or two spots in Japan lived up to the comfort meals of home. Meticulous training left him with a grumbling gut most days, one he would shove a protein bar into until his next meal. It was the smart move. Less grease. Just the nutrients he needed to keep him going through the day. 

Today, he was on an assigned patrol route with second-year Jun Kanjo, or Mood Ring. It was all practice, with the students heavily encouraged to call in the authorities or for a pro-hero if they ran into real trouble, but Farrin was becoming used to these little runs. And if he was being entirely honest, he had become accustomed to handling trouble of local criminality himself, too. They were trusted to act without a proctor, one of the University's professors, which meant they had a little more freedom but would be under greater scrutiny if any trouble did come their way.

"Yuh' run this route before?" He asked the second year. 

The two had their disagreements in the past. It appeared as though she didn't like him all that much. But that didn't really matter. She didn't have to like him. As long as they could see the assignment, the patrol through, and the people safe, that was enough. Hopefully, UAU would offer the preliminary exam soon. Then they could really act. Or, well, act without much worry of repercussion. Silly rules. Still, without much else to say, Farrin continued down the street alongside his partner for the day.   

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[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... Jun was an anomaly when it came to upperclassmen. Despite all her bravado and bluster, she did everything in her power to avoid patrols. It wasn't because she was proven to be incompetent; if anything, she had a tendency to overprepare with various different pocket maps, lists of potential cases along her path, and things that she possibly needed to be on the lookout fore, and that was before factoring in her abilities. It wasn't because she wasn't a people person; even in situations where she had been forced to interact with the populace as a whole, she had always done everything in her power to minimize contact and be diplomatic about it. It was because, deep down, she didn't feel ready. Despite this reservation, she had to complete a certain number of patrols before she graduated, and after much badgering she ended up on a route that only reinforced her belief that there was no God. Farrin O'Rourke, aka Oberon. She didn't enjoy his company in the slightest, but this was her life now. Worst, this was unsupervised, so if anything happened she'd no doubt get saddled with the blame. Such was life. "No," she answered simply, flipping through a small notepad without looking up. The route they were assigned was relatively clean; there had been a robbery at a service station three blocks from the furthest point, but that was about it. "This is the second patrol I've been on." She'd stow the pad into her pocket, glancing around. "Based on reports should be simple enough. Let's get it done and head back." Farrin

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n inquisitive brow rose. This was only her second patrol? After the first few months of classes, most first-years were encouraged to sign up for patrol routes with their professors. If they scored high enough, they could go unsupervised, though, like tonight, they would be held to an even higher standard and were only to intervene directly if absolutely necessary. Otherwise, they were to call the proper authorities and help civilians.

Farrin had already partook in four patrols after the first round of exams. While he earned a B grade in most of his academic courses, his heroics marks were stellar. With years of practice behind him already, he was a step ahead of most of his class. Still, no matter how much distance he had crossed already, he hadn't expected to have more patrol runs under his belt than a second-year student. 

"Eh, why's that? If yuh' no' mind me askin'? I thought the school pushes practice patrols once students qualify?" 

She would answer, wouldn't she? Maybe not, she did seem the type to keep a lid on it. Hopefully, his gut was wrong this time around. That was a rare occurrence. 

Things went slow at first. A few passersby. Families grabbing a late lunch or early dinner. Some were on their way home from work. The light breeze helped to keep things cool. His hero outfit was supremely strong, but boy, was it hot. Luckily, there weren't too many pedestrians. They were in a quieter part of town still. 
 
Once the duo crossed over from one street to another, Farrin stretched his arms and shoulders, using one arm to help pull the other inward before rotating. He was always limbering up. Ready to rocket his way from one scene to the next. The patrol had just begun, but you never knew where trouble loomed. 

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[attr="class","FarrinQuote"]Even if it's already been decided. Even if it's set in stone. I'll smash that future!

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[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... There were a bunch of bogus reasons Jun could give to Farrin why she hadn't been patrolling. Her quirk could be volatile and was better to practice control flawlessly before patrols, she had a recent injury that could compromise her, she was training in other fields and patrols weren't a high priority for her. All of these were way too personal, and the last one was a flat out lie. Instead, she opted for, "I don't have anything to prove. It's much more efficient to spend your first few years training mind and body and devote patrol hours to an actual agency. There's more to learn that way." This wasn't inaccurate, and unfortunately for her an agency had set its sights on her against her will. That was another issue for another day, though. The patrol was going smoothly, and the only way it could be better is if the patrol could be in silence. Regardless, she keep her senses about her; ambushes, while uncommon, could happen to anyone anywhere. The last thing she needed was a sudden attack that would force action. Farrin

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othing to prove? It wasn't about proving anything to anyone. Patrols occupied the greatest sum of most heroes' time. It was about honing the discipline required, and there was always more to learn. Signs of danger that could only be picked up on in the field. Of course, she wasn't wrong regarding hero agencies. Farrin learned just as much from the Above & Beyond agency since his arrival in Japan, if not more than he had in Hero Prep. If anything, they were the reason he was the person he was today. Still, neglecting patrols felt unwise. 

"I guess if an agency has taken yuh' under their wing, n' brings yuh' about on their patrols that cover the same experience, but if not, I dun' feel it's the best move ta' ignore 'em outright."

Theirs was a career path bathed in blood. The average life expectancy for a hero was rather short. Few made it into their thirties. Even fewer made it out. Every iota of practice, experience, and skill counted. At least if she was voiding her duty to sharpen that patrol acumen, it seemed she was making it up elsewhere. 

"But, whatever works fer' yuh'. S'long as yuh'-" 

A high-pitched shriek cut the time-turner off. It wasn't some shrill laughter. That was the sound of fear. A quiet night just wasn't in the book for the student duo. Someone needed their help. 

"C'mon," he said, his eyes shifting into golden clock dials as chronokinesis activated, "That, we've ta' trace that sound ta' the source." Without another word, Farrin was off - his speed dialed up, but not cranked up to full quite yet.  

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[attr="class","FarrinQuote"]Even if it's already been decided. Even if it's set in stone. I'll smash that future!

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[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... Jun looked over at him, a frown crossing her face. "Both of us have been flung into a patrol to project power in a war between the Lawful and the Lawless. Just because we've been given limited authority does not mean we should hold that power, especially without supervision. We could form bad habits that-" she paused at the scream, hesitating. The real Jun wanted to immediately act, but she was worried that in doing so they could do more harm than good. Before she could formulate any concrete plan Farrin was already blasting off, her anger already getting the better of her. "Are you serious right now?! And what do you intend to even do?!" Hesitation or not, her hand was being forced. Picking up her feet she would make an effort to catch up with Farrin, beginning to scan her surroundings in order to locate the source of the scream. "At the very least, let's approach this from a higher angle. By bumbling about on the ground like this, depending on what it is, we could lose the element of surprise. If it's a fire or an accident then at the very least we have a vantage point to work off of!" Farrin

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hat was he doing? What was she doing? Every moment lost to indecision was another opportunity for villainy to rob a family of their loved one, to steal another life from the world. Hopefully, the stakes weren't so high. Hopefully, they had time. Maybe it was a small accident and sounded worse than it was. But Farrin didn't bet on maybes. Hope for the best. Prepare for the worst. 

"I intend ta' evaluate the situation, gauge fer' potential danger, call the authorities if so, n' act if necessary," he called back, starting on ahead.

Memories flooded Farrin's mind. A singular moment. His mum driving the car. "Remember me' little one, hesitation costs lives on th' road. E'eryone startin' n' stoppin' n' the whole mash. Makin' messes o' th'whole ting. Gotta keep it movin'." Of course, his mother didn't need to drive often. She was the fastest hero he knew of, but that wouldn't do when carting a child around. Farrin didn't know how to drive back then, but the lesson stuck with him. Hesitation kills. 

"Good call," he admitted, jumping into the air and using that new technique he had been practicing with Miroru. A high concentration of temporal acceleration just below his boot at the end of a kick, and he could effectively thrust himself upward through the air. "Skywalking." With one air step propelling him upward, Farrin latched onto the railing of a nearby fire escape, then knocked the ladder down for Jun in case she needed it. Then he darted up the outer stairwell. 

Farrin would wait a moment for Jun, assuming she followed. Another scream. "Please stop!" The words followed. "Sounds like it's comin' from that way," he pointed east, then continued along the rooftops.

The gap between buildings along this side of the block was relatively small. He could leap from one to another without that little air step maneuver, which was for the best. He hadn't mastered the technique yet. Luckily, they were close enough to the source of the screaming he wouldn't need to skywalk at all. When they reached the last building on the block, the scene became clear. A few thugs had a man pinned in an adjacent alleyway. One thug was holding a woman back with a hand muffling her mouth. Meanwhile, the thugs dug into the poor sod pinned against the wall, hammering his gut repeatedly. 

"Shite," he cursed. They weren't supposed to act, but what were they to do? Let some bullies beat down or even kill someone? No. Absolutely not. "I'm gonna try ta' gettem outta there. Call the authorities?" He offered her the out. They were supposed to stay out of danger; those were the rules, but that wasn't heroism. That wasn't saving people. He could try to get the man and woman out of there without fighting, but he absolutely would fight if he had to. If Jun wanted to sit back and do as they were told, she could. Farrin knew what he had to do.  

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[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... Of course he's got some weird technique to get up like that. It was a little unfair as she could conjure up chains to pull her up to high places, but like everything surrounding her quirk it required specific emotions to access. Ones that she didn't have available right now as her anger was front and center. She was the senior in charge, why was this upstart making all the first moves? At the very least he was considerate enough to give her a way up. She didn't agree with all his actions, but at the very least she wanted to evaluate what was going on. The short spacing between the buildings triggered an old memory back when she was in high school. It was after the incident on the island, and her desire to her parents to change direction. She was denied, and so she did the only thing she knew to do in order to get them to change their mind: doing what she wanted outside the lines without any kind of supervision. It was in that decision that the vigilante Nightlight had been born, and had operated for about six months before her demands were met. She only used one portion of her quirk, and so this brought her back. As did the scene down below. Two hostage's, one being brutalized as they spoke. A frown crossed over her face as she watched the scene unfold, and based on Farrin's posture he was prepared to take the plunge. Looking at the edge of the building, she took one of her hooks and tested how well they seated against the lip, and finding that it worked reliably well. "Lemme clarify something," she says, taking the second hook to repeat the process against the lip of the building. "Between the two of us, I have seniority. Anything that happens, any injuries or collateral or anything of that sort, I'm responsible for. As such, I'm also going to make the final calls involving any action." She got to the top of the lip, keeping tension on the chains so they didn't slip from their anchor points. "No quirks, no attempt to detain. Get in, deescalate through any means necessary, apply first aid to those who need or want it, and move on. Got it?" As soon as Farrin acquiesced she'd jump, the winches on her belt going into overtime as she plummeted towards the ground. Hitting a few buttons she'd slow her decent, righting herself, detaching the winches, and performing a rolling landing. "Hands up, poozers!" Farrin

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e was ready to take the plunge. There were people in need. As far as Farrin was concerned, that was all that mattered. Pulling rank was seconds off the clock. Seconds were far more precious a commodity than people realized.

“Fine by me - s'long's yuh make the right calls, Cap,” he gave her a two-finger salute, then fell over the edge.

No quirks? Unlikely. A field ensnared Farrin as he fell. Time nearly stopped, an iceless chill freezing the world around him. A temporal deceleration field, one that anchored him in the air for just a second, long enough that an outstretched arm could latch onto the railing of another fire escape about halfway down the building's height. The fibers of his form-fitting outfit ate most of the whiplash, and Farrin let go, giving gravity its due. His boots slapped against the ground harmlessly.
Five seconds in. Bad call. Or so he would call it.

The element of surprise was a more known commodity. Why peddle it away unnecessarily? They pointed the proverbial, perhaps literal, gun to their own heads. Doing the enemies’ work for them.

The goons turned to the students' arrival. Incredulous fear stretched across their faces, followed shortly by confidence, mistaken as it was. The veil lifted from their eyes. These were heroes. Not pros, at least. Only kids. Students.

“Oh? Or what little girl? You gonna toss us in Tartarus?”

“I dun’ think yuh’d merit Tartarus, but yeah, that’s the idea,” Farrin added.

As requested of him, Farrin flipped the off switch on chronokinesis. Mutations weren’t so easily muted, but he tucked the emitter facet of his time-turned quirk under the rug for now. However, mistaken that decision was.

A pocket knife was drawn to the female hostage’s throat by the thug at her back - something Farrin had hoped to avoid. Meanwhile, the rest of the gaggle of goons brandished their quirks. One grew a cannon from his shoulder. Another revealed teeth like a shark’s—fiery wisps burned in and out of the air around a third. A fourth drew a metal hilt from which a blade of flame sprouted. Lastly, the goon that turned to face them transformed. Fur grew across his body. Nails sharpened into claws, and the man grew a solid three feet taller—full-blown werewolf.

‘Well, make the call, Cap,’ Farrin desperately wanted to say, but instead, he shut his eyes and mustered all he had into action. No fancy maneuvers. No obvious temporal trickery. Just holding back the more apparent tells of his quirks activation. Below heavy lids, his eyes shifted back from red to gold. A subtle field of temporal deceleration ensnared the knife-wielding goon’s weapon. Farrin would let Jun make the first move if she chose to, but he wouldn’t let that knife dig into the woman’s throat.

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[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... Squandered. She was as green as she was those years ago. Not only did she just ditch valuable equipment, she squandered the element of surprise and gave them warning. And to make matters worse they were putting on a display that she could best describe as "peacocking". She was, for lack of a better term, annoyed. "Just have to go and making things an even fight," she says, squaring up before looking back at Farrin. "Alright, forget that thing I said about quirks. Just get them out of here, and leave the rest to me. On my signal." She closed her eyes, pulling on the emotion she needed to use. All things considered, she was hopeful in this situation. Sure, she botched it, but she was confident it wouldn't take much to tilt the odds in their favor without breaking the rules too much. "Turn on the Lights!" The rings on her fingers glowed, and before long three massive spotlights formed behind her, two shining on the bulk of the crooks while the third aimed at the man with the knife. Hopefully they could act swiftly enough with the momentary blindness on the field; whatever Farrin did, she dove onto the furthest combatant of the group in an effort to jab her elbow into the man's temple, hoping to pull the rest of the group towards her and away from the beaten man. Sure, she would have to deal with five crooks with an arm tied behind her back, but that just meant this was a fair fight. Right? Farrin

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n it, cap," Farrin said, a smirk sliding across his face. Exchanged glances and sizing glares ran right over the knifeman's temporally ensnared tool and continued unawares. Farrin's eyes hid his time-turned stare, but the moment Jun's words reached his ears, they opened - and then he was gone.

The lights pierced through the veil of black that swelled the thug's confidence. Now it was their eyes that were shut. Farrin grabbed the knifeman by the forearm and yanked the weapon away. Before the blade could clatter across the ground, falling in slow motion, Farrin thrust his boot into the thug's gut, launching him back several meters. He then scooped the woman up and over his shoulder. "Sorry, miss, but we'll need ta' be movin' fast," he started. In a blur, he slipped between the ring of confused goons, still dazed by Jun's light show, and yanked the male victim up and over his other shoulder.

While Jun lunged for cannon-shoulder, Farrin pulled away. The crooks recovered, their focus locked onto target - namely Jun. Shoulder-cannon was too slow to respond, Jun's elbow driving into the side of his head with an audible crack. The man collapsed on the spot, dropping against the cold concrete below. Two down. 

A fiery blade was swiftly dropping toward Jun's back, though. Such brazen defiance would not be met kindly. The blade-wielder was the first to respond, but not the only one. Behind him, the werewolf leaped up into the air, planted its claws in the alley's walls one story above, and then lunged below. Whether the blade hit or missed the target, he would take a swipe at the student as well. 

Farrin might not have approved Jun's first orders, but he was on board with what she was laying down now. Whether she liked it or not though, he was training to be a hero, too, and heroes didn't let their allies suffer needlessly. The time-turner deposited the victims down the street and around a corner. Close enough that they could be found easily for statements later, far enough that the thugs couldn't threaten them. In all of a second, he returned. Farrin leaped into the werewolf which, in his eyes, was inching its way through the air toward Jun. A hard right jab redirected the beast, Farrin and the wolf both landed on the ground in a roll. It was proper scrap now.       

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[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... Green as she was, Jun wasn't an amateur when it came to a fight. She had received enough bumps and bruises from various scraps she had gotten herself into, and this was no different. Once the cannon man had gone down she immediately turned around to deal with the crowd, only to be forced immediately on the defensive. In the moments she had to take in the scene she did: the werewolf was leaping up to the building, the blade user was pressing the offensive, and shark teeth and fireman were slowly recovering from the bright lights. Both victims were out of the picture, so all that was left to do was to disengage. Thankfully, her winches weren't too far away, so she just had to avoid a few more slashes and- Farrin was back. Granted, he was plowing into the werewolf that was not far from bearing down onto her, but still, Farrin was back. Gritting her teeth, she mentally picked up the spotlights and flung them at the combatants that were still standing, slipping around and looking up at the time turner. "I said, 'leave the rest to me'! There's no sense in prolonging this engagement!" Short bursts: that was what she trained for. A prolonged fight is never what she wanted, and to her the mission was successful once both civilians were out of harm's way. She didn't know how much time she bought with the lights, and she wasn't interested in finding out. She ran over to her gear, leaping up and grabbing hold of the first chain and dangled in midair. "C'mon! I can show you the button to work this!" Farrin

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 just leave yuh' ta' deal wit' 'em alone? Sorry, but I dun' leave people behind needlessly." The muggers' targets were safe, far from the fighting. With that item crossed off the list, Farrin's next priority was increasing Jun's odds of survival, which meant coming back to help her. Haste might have blinded him to her intentions, his wrists now lined with the villain surrounded by motes of flame and Shark-Teeth. The former was recovering from the spotlight crash, the latter still shaking it off. Farrin fired stun rounds from the linear cannons built into his gloves. Shark-teeth was floored, but FireBall thrust a hand ahead just before he too was clipped. Though he fell beside his buddy, three spheres of flame flew in Farrin and Jun's direction. 

A small wall of faint emerald energy would appear before them, slowing the fireballs as they passed through it. By the time their speed was restored, Farrin and Jun were out of the way, making for Jun's chains. "Right, gotcha," Farrin replied, looking back to the rest of the recovering gang. Flame-Sword was the first to give chase, running around the field of temporal deceleration. Next was the werewolf. Jaws and FireBall were still picking themselves up, slowed due to the stun rounds still playing hell on their nervous system. Another round and they would likely lose consciousness, but Jun opted for a tactical retreat. 

There was nothing more Farrin wanted to do than turn and put the feckers down, knocking them unconscious and making an anonymous call to the police or something, to see them apprehended. But the priority tasks had been handled. The victims were safe, and Jun wasn't left to fight by herself. That would have to do for the moment.  

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[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... The appearance of the fireball evoked memories in Jun, and her instinct was to get out of the way as quick as possible. She could have easily taken a bit more time, though, with the distortion field slowing it down. She let out a tsking sound, managing to get the winch clipped back onto her belt. "Are you implying that I couldn't get away from those goons by myself? Besides, it doesn't even matter since the main objective was achieved!" If it came down to it, if she was beaten and destroyed to keep a few innocent people safe, it was something she didn't mind the sacrifice. Not that they wouldn't have a fight on their hands, though. She leaned over, pointing to the control surface on the winch. "That bar is manual release, the arrows right and left control speed, up retracts and down lets chain out. Hit full left, and let's get out!" The winch itself, unfortunately for Farrin, would have a small handhold for him as the general idea behind it was to clip to a belt. Specifically, her belt. Unfortunately they didn't have the time to secure it to Farrin, and she was in no way going to carry him. With the brief crash course out of the way she'd start her ascent, focusing on hope once more to create a line of lights in front of Farrin that would hopefully blind the crowd one last time so they could make a clean getaway. Farrin

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t took every ounce of will Farrin could muster not to roll his eyes. A war ranged between angsty teen response and heroic responsibility waged in his mind. In the end, he strived to be an adult. Well, maybe there was a little compromise in his response.

"I'm sayin' we dun' know our enemies' full capabilities or if they've friends nearby n' that's a risk no' worth takin'." 

It all came down to that short life expectancy. Heroes were a solution to active crimes and, almost more importantly, a deterrent to many others, but there were just as many capable villains out there. Forged in malevolent flames and unbound by the weight of law and order, it was an unfortunate truth that villains existed as proof of a hero's mortality. Farrin wasn't about to let Jun's pride get her killed. His had nearly done him in countless times over. 

"Got it," he shouted, then did as he was told, zipping up the chain. Air stepping was an option still, but the maneuver could be taxing and, again, he hadn't mastered it yet. 

Jun lit the world behind them, blinding the students' pursuers, but with a turn of the wrist, Farrin added a little flair. A temporal field in the shape of a small rod at about ankle height, long enough to catch two people, namely Flame-Sword and the Werewolf, both of whom were blind to the trap. As their ankles slowed, the two toppled over, the rest tripping over their allies. A toppled mound of idiots. And the sound of sirens grew. The authorities were closing in. 

Once they hit the top, Farrin looked to Jun. "Well, what's the call?" He asked, ready to move back toward the victims or otherwise depart. They were safe, the crooks were down, temporarily at least. They had done more than what was expected of them. Enough so that they could technically get in trouble, though Farrin doubted they would.  

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