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ame grassy field overlooking the gravelly training ground behind UA, new Farrin. A young time-turner shadowboxed the air. Left, left, right. Left, left, right. Left, right, left, uppercut! It wasn't the clumsy boxing of those that most folks watch on television. Similar, but not the same. He practiced his mother's martial art. Good ol' Irish bare-knuckled boxing. Kept his right fist close and tight toward his chest. Held the balled-up left fist out and away, ready to intercept any attack from his make-believe opposition. 

Sweat poured down the lion's mane, but he didn't stop. Couldn't stop. Wouldn't stop until he heard from Sada. He had arrived on campus a few days before her, courtesy of Barty - his ever-watching guardian, but she was due to arrive today. It had only been a short time since last they saw each other, but his heart ached for her presence. 

He pushed the thoughts aside for now. She'd get here when she'd get here. Until then, he had training to do. The Semester hadn't officially begun, but there was no time to waste. Not here. Not when he stood shoulder to shoulder with the best the world had to offer hero-kind. Though his quirk and physical capabilities certainly measured up, the lad couldn't help but wonder if he was yet a hero in spirit. 

Left, left, right. He was distracting himself still. Left, right, left, uppercut! Left, left, a sweep of the leg! 

Five beads of sweat joined ten more. A passing gale did little to mend the building heat inside of him. Not quite as sweltering as a packed train running through downtown, but the boy was boiling. Better this than shoulder-to-shoulder with a thousand strangers, though. On that note, the young hero-student paused. The field was relatively devoid of others. A few runners out on track, two kids sparring on one of the makeshift arenas, and only about half dozen more dotting the field. At least it was quiet.  

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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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[Robin]

If she was being honest with herself, like, really honest with herself Robin had been enjoying school if only because it reminded her of training back at base. Sure, it was much more relaxed than she was comfortable with, but it had the decency to keep her busy. And it wasn’t like she could fill the dead zones in her schedule with her own Physical Training either. Her first class was at 9, that left nearly 3 full hours in the morning that she could utilize for additional training or equipment maintenance.

It was in one of these dead zones that the bird had decided to plink off a few rounds. Now, the school doesn’t really have the infrastructure for firearms, and even less so hers. Robin has had to make sacrifices in her training and only practice at 100 yards. At those ranges, it is less practice and more shooting for fun, seeing just how stacked she can get the rounds. Who knows, she might even cut loose and shoot a set with her helmet on just to really tighten that group down.

Her stride nearly broke out into a skip as images of the perfect grouping danced through her head, firearm case and stapler in hand.

Her thoughts were cut short. It was as if something felt entirely wrong. As if the world had shattered and was pulled back together incorrect. Her vision blurred only for a moment as she blinked to clear her view. It only lasted a fraction of a second, but it felt like she had endured a lifetime. By the time her vision had cleared, a new object had managed to enter her view. Or, perhaps it was always there? Or, rather he.

It was a boy, the very same one who was looking for a fight at Orientation. And he was out here… fighting… nothing? A sigh escaped her body as she already started walking up the hill.

It was none of her business of course, what other students got up to in their spare time. But, there was something different about this one. To be shadowboxing in the broad daylight and have no one else approach him. This was a school for Heroics and no one else was willing to run a few sets. Not that she was willing, his form alone spoke volumes about his abilities. In hand to hand, he could mop the floor with Robin in a heartbeat. Then again, she was never trained for hand to hand, but even so she still felt a pang of… disgust?

She cleared her throat as she spoke up the hill to the boy, “Uh, can’t find anyone to train with?” She had pointed out the obvious, but most conversation was doing just that anyway.

Farrin

[Miroru]

Rokuhane Miroru

Department of Heroes Freshman

Prism, the Spectrum Hero

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"I was about to ask something similar."

Miroru offered her two cents as she slowed from a run to a jog to a stop beside Robin, peering up at Farrin and the particularly impressive display he was putting on. Even against no opponent at all, his footwork and fist placement spoke volumes about his skills, and that was besides the clear work he'd done to hone his body, and whatever his quirk could bring to the party. Miroru liked to think she was pretty handy in a scrap, but he looked like he'd put her to shame. She didn't like carving out such a distinction if she was honest, but she felt like assessing herself much better was just... flattery. Empty and inaccurate.

"Sorry if I interrupted anything. I'm Miroru. You're O'Rourke, right?" She gave his last name a firm crack, doing her best. "And I don't think I've heard your name before." That to Robin. "It's a pleasure to meet you two all the same. So what's the story? The peanut gallery never show up for their regularly scheduled comeuppance after all that sniggering at orientation?"

I can pay no price too great for justice.

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 brief warm down was well in order. There was nothing worth doing in half measures. Not anymore. He worked himself ragged, that earned a few moments rest. He wiped his forehead of excess sweat, let his shoulders slump a tad, and released the tenseness in his neck. Though the sun wasn't doing him in any favors, the lad shut his eyes and allowed his mind to go blank - for the briefest moment. 

Someone was speaking to him. Several someones. Well, two at least. 

When Farrin's eyes opened and peered downhill, he had found two fresh, yet familiar, faces looking his way. A quick glance to his left and right confirmed. They couldn't be speaking to anyone else, because there wasn't a soul in sight behind him. It was upon his second take of the two that he felt it. An itch at the back of his head. Ceaselessly demanding his attention and yet no matter how much he scratched it would not relent. Oh that's where he knew them from! Orientation! 

"On the contrary," he began, setting his arms to his sides, "once I sent ta' clown car packin, e'erybody else opted ta' steer clear." 

That outta answer both questions. 

"N' yep, I'm O'Rourke, alright. Farrin O'Rourke. Nice ta' meet the both o' yuh'," he started, now waiting for the winged girl's name. Once she provided it, assuming she did, he'd continue "How're the two o' yuh' takin' it all so far? Big name. Big place. E'erythin' ya were hopin for?" 
 

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[attr="class","ZenkaiTitle"]Throughout Heaven And Earth [attr="class","ZenkaiSubtitle"]I Alone Am The Honored One [attr="class","ZenkaiTags"]Farrin Miroru Robin [attr="class","ZenkaiNotes"]

[attr="class","ZenkaiExposition"]Zenkai needed food, Zenkai needed something sweet and Zenkai needed a tour of the campus. All of this was easily accomplished by raiding the cafeteria's fridge off all of their Coffee flavored ice pops before climbing onto beary-chan and letting her lumber around while he enjoyed his morning meal. Sure, the chefs were pissed at him but it wasn't like they could catch the bear as she darted off away from them while they shouted and shook their fists at him. Honestly, it was their fault for leaving the fridge unlocked.

It didn't take long for Beary-chan to find them some entertainment though. By the time Zenkai had finished his 7th coffee pop the large polar bear had wondered onto the training grounds, Lured by the smell of a slightly familiar scent. The sapphire-eyed titan lifted his head slightly as the bear sniffed the air, spotting the one and only person he currently knew at the University. Wrenn, or Gayle was it? No, wait, it was Robin. That was her name. She was currently standing next to a rather tall, sweaty boy and some chick that looked to be like...a fox? Honestly he probably shouldn't be surprised anymore with all the animal quirks but college was quickly starting to feel like a Zoo to him.

"Yooooo, Robin, 'sup?" The honored one waved his coffee pop lazily as Beary-chan approached the three before laying down and shaking the titan off of her. From the looks of it it looked like the sweaty lad had been training and the two girls were...simping? Watching? Wanting in? Something to that effect. Honestly Training so early in the morning seemed like a pain in the ass. It reminded him of his time in the monastery and as fun as that was, he started to enjoy sleeping in. Unfortunately this seemed to be Where Beary-chan Wanted to park herself so he had no choice but to stick around.

"So...Is this like...Morning Calisthenics or something? You seem like you're Working up Quite the sweat there bud" Zenkai said, turning to Farrin, offering him a coffee covered set of napkins to wipe the sweat from his brow.

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[attr="class","skulloverlap"]How do we forgive ourselves for all the things we did not become?

[attr="class","skullbody"]Footsteps echoed in her mind. A dozen seasons and a dozen years of this same walkway, this same school, this same training ground. Thea had been here before in the countless lifetimes that she'd taken into herself. Despite this being her first time here physically, the familiarity was palpable, but that wasn't a new feeling as far as she was concerned. She didn't know why she'd come here, her body moved as if directed by another. Some grand transcendental entity was demanding her presence in this place at this time. She didn't fight it; there was no use in fighting these things. At least she managed to get an iced coffee before heading here.[break][break]

Already a small group was at the training grounds, their names and faces already called to the front of her mind despite the uncanny feeling she got by looking at them. Their features and displaced as she struggled to coincide her current vision of them with those of stolen memories and a stranger's eyes. For a moment, the Mentat wanted to make herself known, but she knew there was no real reason to. People often developed a sixth sense for her location, at least those with something to hide did. She wanted to see who among them would react so, assuming they knew what she was capable of. Knowledge via osmosis was her particular specialty.[break][break]

Instead of approaching the group directly, she went along the edge of the training ground where the bushes were always overgrown. A desire path that existed only in the faintest memory was nowhere to be found, and she wondered if the rut it led to was anywhere to be found. Her heart sank for the forgotten runner at their lowest low. The ice in her coffee clattered as the heat broke apart yet another bond in the ice. It's a funny thing how bonds, once so solid, can just fade away. She raised the cheap transparent cup to eye level, Looking at the watery drink before deciding it was no longer palatable. Funny thing how even what you love can become something you hate.[break][break]

“Why'd you bring a fucking bear, isn't that like, animal cruelty or something?” She was joking in a way, though she genuinely took issue with the idea of a pet bear.[break][break]

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[Robin]

She took a step back as a small group had slowly filed in around the Irishman. Most of the faces were unknown save for the bear and the giant who, almost as per tradition now, showed up eating a comical amount of food. It was almost uncanny at this point, but they did stand nearly 7ft tall so it wasn’t like Robin would know what that was like. And then there was the other girl that approached bearing fox qualities. Another animal. This school was turning into a zoo.

She neatly jerked a thumb at Zen, “Name’s Robin.” she said simply, affirming what had already been said about her. Her head tilted at Farrin’s question however. Does she lie, tell him that the quarters and grounds are all above average and everything a growing bird needs to really get the wind under her wings? Because it wasn’t. The beds were too soft, and all the chairs weren’t made with her anatomy in mind. The training grounds weren’t made for long range engagements in mind, that one she couldn’t blame on the faculty however. It wasn’t like they expected a sniper bird to show up and enroll.

A quick sigh escaped her as she turned her eyes to the field abreast the small hill. “It’s… a lot.” she threw the gun case around her shoulder, the possibility of drills already a fading possibility. “I’m not sure. Hate the chairs, love the food. I really like how I have to provide my own long lines of sight.” She finally shrugged, hoping the majority of what she said would simply be taken as a joke.

A small rattle of ice brought her attention from the group and onto a lone girl standing behind them. The very same girl who got popcorn dumped on her from the orientation who, for her credit, brought up a very good point about the entire bear casually sitting amongst the people.

Although, with enough context anything can start making perfect sense. Bears? Why not? It wasn’t like she was even human to begin with. Maybe her and the bear had more in common than she thought.

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ne after another, more and more of Farrin's peers trickled in. Crowds were common back home, but crowds could be dangerous. He navigated them as sailors did the sea, watching for which tides he might ride and which might see the ship capsized. What current was he riding now? The former or the latter. 

"Yeah, I just," he stopped, distracted by that damn itch, "I just - uh" 

It was like someone placed a nail on the back of his head, then slammed it home with a mallet. A grimace carved itself into Farrin's face, but only for the briefest moment, almost an involuntary twitch the unfamiliarly familiar washed over him - then it was gone.  

"Just finished up some trainin', lad," he responded to the giant riding and equally giant bear. 

Farrin was fairly tall, but the big fella here was nearly that tiger girl's height. And when another of the newcomers, a lithe little thing that approached from the crowd's flank, asked about the nature of big man's bear, Farrin couldn't help but echo the question. Mentally, at least. Just what the hell was pet bear doing on campus? 

For now, he'd allocate those rather meager social skills to the first girl that approached, Robin. "Didn't expect ta' see much in the way o' firearms bein' integrated wit' anyone's trainin' here. What exactly are yuh' workin' wit' there?" 

Whatever the weapon, she planned on using non-lethal rounds, right? Heroes were only supposed to kill as an absolute last resort. Would she gun down some pickpocket while on patrol? 

He pushed the thought aside. This was getting uncomfortable, but both Sada and Barty had been pushing him to make an effort with those aforementioned meager social skills. Internally, he groaned. People were loud. Too many at once was no better than sifting. Seeing and hearing far too much, all at the same time. He resigned himself to the obligation. 

"Oi, how 'bout we get some more names," he said, his sights set on Zenkai, then Mattea as he continued, "how 'bout you big fella, n' you over there." 

Though some appeared to know each other already, and a few names were previously exchanged, he went through the motions again. "I'm Farrin, this one 'ere's Miroru, n' the lass here is Robin," he said, pointing to each student respectively. That wasn't too bad, right? 

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[Zenkai Hatake]

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[attr="class","ZenkaiTitle"]Throughout Heaven And Earth [attr="class","ZenkaiSubtitle"]I Alone Am The Honored One [attr="class","ZenkaiTags"]Farrin Thea Robin Miroru [attr="class","ZenkaiNotes"]

[attr="class","ZenkaiExposition"]Zenkai blinked a few times as he took out another coffee pop and shoved it in his mouth. Looking over at the small ensemble in front of him. A fox, a bird, an Irishman and a girl Who was DEFINITELY on acid, there was a joke in there somewhere. At least they were all pretty interesting people, Everyone at the Monastery was boring as hell.

"Zenkai, Nice to meetchya'll and this is Beary-chan" Zenkai leaned down and stroked the bear's neck as she huffed at Mattea "She's my emotional support bear...Or at least on paper. She's not a pet or anything, she's apart of my granddads agency and my best friend thank you very much" The titan lifting his nose up at at Mattea in mock indignation "She's allowed to leave Whenever the hell she wants but she wanted to join me at college so We faked her papers" Should he be telling strangers that she was a fake emotional support animal? Probably not, but he doubted that anyone would snitch on him, especially Robin, She didn't look like a snitch.

With his introduction over Zen turned to Robin, leaning over to get a better look at her gun "Yo, are you using live ammo? Like...Villian's Would definitely think twice With a toolie like that aimed at them. Plus they'll DEFINITELY not be committing more crimes if you put them in the ground."

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[Miroru]

Rokuhane Miroru

Department of Heroes Freshman

Prism, the Spectrum Hero

Zenkai Hatake Robin Thea Farrin | ### | notes

"Good. Shame I missed it. I'm a big fan of a well-earned trouncing," Miroru lamented to Farrin. She wasn't a fan of violence on its own, but some people needed percussive attitude adjustments, and those tended to be cathartic to observe after being exposed to the way that sort of person treated others.

"Pleasure's mine," the redhead added as Farrin introduced himself right back. Or- confirmed? Was it technically an introduction if she knew his name from the start? She wasn't sure- and also wasn't certain it mattered.

The other girl's name was delivered by way of a massive boy on top of a gigantic bear- Robin, fitting- and came with a side order of inquiry. Both from the bear-rider and from the smaller... Latin? girl, she guessed? And "why did you bring a fucking bear" seemed a very pertinent question that she was glad she didn't have to ask herself.

"A lot's just about right. I- dunno. I expected more from our classmates than juvenile prejudice at orientation. I was really hopeful they'd be weeding out attitudes like that before admissions, but I guess their qualifications for "makes a good hero" don't extend to shitty personalities." Nobody present was in that category, at least.

The kid on the bear- was it even appropriate to think of a guy that size as a kid? She guessed technically they were all adults by now, she should stop thinking that way- asked about what they were up to, and she thumbed towards Farrin. "Wanted to see if I was too late to see him put the boot to the jerks ridiculing the girl who asked about whether you had to have a quirk to be a Hero. We all missed it, sadly."

She didn't quite catch Farrin's odd reactions, and ended up as surprised as Farrin when she realized Robin was carrying a firearm. "It- yeah. The gun's surprising... but I guess it's not the worst idea to capitalize on available technology. Gunshot wounds can be pretty gnarly, but then again, so can a lot of quirk-inflicted wounds."

She lifted a hand as she was introduced, adding in a quick, "Hiya," to confirm that was indeed her. "Good to meet you, Zenkai, Robin- Beary-chan- and... can we ask for your name?" That, of course, was directed at Thea.

She was... sincerely a bit lost in the chatter about the bear. Was she a person with a Bear quirk? A bear with a quirk? Was she just a bear and Miroru was missing the point entirely?

I can pay no price too great for justice.

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[Thea]

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[attr="class","skulltitle"]間違い

[attr="class","skulloverlap"]How do we forgive ourselves for all the things we did not become?

[attr="class","skullbody"]The conversation passed her by. She pretended to listen, or more specifically, she pretended to pretend to listen. Her mind was already webbing out in a million different directions. She saw countless sparing matches in the background, some turning to real fights. In one corner, she even saw a small boy being pummeled half to death by a girl. "Lovers spat? No, betrayal. Bet he deserved it." A wry smile crossed her face, or maybe that was last week. Sometimes it was hard to tell if she made any expression at all. Her eyes sure didn't. Hollow and glassed orbs as they were.[break][break]

The one train of thought that was dedicated to her surroundings picked up on her being addressed directly. [break][break]

“Oh, my name is Matte-,” She paused for a moment. The name was heavy in her mouth and tasted of mockery and failure. “Thea. My name is Thea.” It wasn't a lie. She went by that name more often than not. “It's good to meet you, I guess.” Her voice trailed off with disinterest. Frankly, she didn't care to meet them, or anyone for that matter. People sucked as a whole, more so once you know what makes them tick. But she was at least willing to pretend not to be rude. Or at least pretend she didn't know she was being rude.[break][break]

The gun was the only interesting part of the conversation. Though it unfortunately came attached to a person, a bird one at that. Not that she hated bird people, but she hated pigeons and most other vermin like that. Then again, that's just what strangers are; vermin, like rats. or in this case, rats with wings. Besides, the weapon in question was stowed away safely in its carrying case. She at least figured she'd chime in “Gun... Quirk. They both kill people.” Not that she wanted to repeat the anti-quirk lobbies talking points. She just had nothing else of substance to say.[break][break]

The fight in the background concluded. Or at least the one she cared for did. Though she didn't know when or why. She just watched the boy motionless on the ground.

“Guess a lot of fights happen here.”[break][break]

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[Robin]

“Oh, this?” an unconscious smirk journeyed across her face as attention was quickly brought to the rifle slung over her shoulder. A half of second of internal logic was quickly shut down in lue of just a touch of showing off.

After all, isn’t that the reason to own cool things?

“It’s my life’s work. Technically an RFB from Kel-tec, it had an extensive list of modifications. Such as the feeding ramp, which has been polished down to a mirror sheen. The bolt has been reinforced, as well as the interlock between the barrel and the frame has been tightened for added precision. The sight system’s original too, and the safety is extended to make it easier on the finger. A long-type trigger with non-slip grooves has been added for additional comfort. The hammer has been filed down and replaced with a harder alloy, and the base of the trigger guard has been filed down for a higher grip.

Nearly every part of this gun has been expertly crafted and customized. Where else would you get something like this”

Satisfaction shown off the bird like a beacon. Obviously, it wasn’t often when the bird could divulge the intricate modification she had done to ensure the perfect shot every time she pulled the trigger, so she looked forward to every opportunity. Even if the group was merely being polite.

Especially if the group was merely being polite.

With a grin, she slipped the magazine out and popped out a .465 Magnum cartridge and flicked the nearly 4 inch projectile towards the titan. “That round could put a hole in a rhino at 200 yards.”

“Yeah, I’d be more worried about the person who could pull all the water from your body over a bullet any day.” she added, this time directed at Miroru, the other animal of the group. Or, not an animal but just a cheap facsimile. Not that it really mattered, the animal would still be blamed over the man, and unfortunately that included this fox.

And of course none of that mattered to Robin. They had a quirk, to her this group was just a future footnote in a debriefing. For now, she might as well get to know her fellow classmates.

The mere thought still brought bile to her throat.

Thea Farrin Zenkai Hatake Miroru

[Farrin]

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M

ore introductions. More mishmash of oddities. This was clearly the black sheep corral, every one of the misfits plucked out of the crowds by the divine (or at least that's what Sada would chalk it up to) and plopped right onto Farrin's grassy hill. And an illegal emotional support bear to boot. 

The slightest turn of time weighed the world down a few pounds. They weren't sluggish, just slowed. The pedal was cut just short of Farrin' temporal state, the easiest way to quickly read everyone over. Zenkai. Big man. Bigger bear. Miroru. Little fox. Nimble as one too? Robin. Airborne battalion, big feckin' gun brigade. He would come back to that in a moment. Thea. Absolutely fluthered or just living in her own head?

Turning his attention back to Robin's prized possession, Farrin couldn't help but ask, "but, eh, do yuh' at least have non-lethal rounds? No' e'eryone crook deserves instadeath. Some er' jus' desperate or ina' bad way. Gotta have options fer' em' too, right?" 

Various forms of thievery lined the time-turner's rap sheet back home. He was younger, and anyone who looked close enough knew who he was, so he usually got away with it. Didn't hurt that he could outrun most cars in the city. But, a few differing circumstances and he could've been someone pushed to commit more serious crimes out of desperation. Today's priority was making it to tomorrow. That was his life's adage all those years ago. Perhaps some truly vile villains deserved death with zero hesitation, but that had to be the minority. It just had to be.   

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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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