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[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... Stress was something that Jun didn't handle well. At least, inwardly. Outwardly, she tried to channel it into something constructive. Training, studying, model building, working. The only problem was, the more she took on the more that stress compounded, to the point she self destructed. Thankfully she hadn't gotten to that point. Yet. Today was no different, with the incident in the city with Farrin still fresh in her mind. She didn't know what Farrin had seen, but for her? It made her ill. She had taking up a small space in the training grounds, using a dummy as a boxing target. After the incident, she fell into a, 'My quirk is too powerful' mentality, deciding to brush up her skills in hand-to-hand. Because of her size and stature, she knew that her ability to fight other people would have to hinge on her ability to think laterally in order to win. Unfortunately, if she relied solely on her quirk she'd run out of material quickly; attrition was already a weakness of hers, but without these techniques she'd lapse in a fight before any meaningful damage could be done. She just didn't know how to improve upon it, outside of adding in more counter-grapples. Farrin

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ew among Farrin's peers didn't know where to find him outside of class. After so many months, it was common knowledge that the time-turner spent his free time training atop a hill at the back of the training grounds. Wood chips flew as Farrin's fist cracked against the lone tree atop the hill. He dialed it back so as not to ruin the hilltop's sole source of shade, but he would have to turn things up soon. Which meant grabbing some proper equipment. 

"Alright, bud. Yuh' did yer time," he sighed, patting his palm onto the tree's trunk, then turning to look over the field. 

 Light bathed the field, the sun crowning the sky. Students dotted the field. Not uncommon at this time. Spears of fire flew arced across the sky, dancing with rings of ice. Quirks of all sizes and makes blew different chunks of earth apart, but standing alone on the opposite side of the field, closest to the training facility that housed the equipment, was a familiar face. 

Junsuina Kanjo. 

He wasn't sure where the two of them stood. They had each other's backs a few days prior. The day he saw Delilah and Saxon. The day that Ouroboros bastard disappeared again. But each conversation felt like throwing a bandaid on for the sake of ripping it off and getting it over with. There was tension there, a seed malformed by the murky waters which was their first meeting. It wasn't his job to trim the thing now, but she was put in harm's way at his side recently. Maybe a few words wouldn't hurt. 

Farrin moseyed on down the hill and crossed the field. He needed a training dummy, anyway. Jun was a stop along the way. When he neared the facility, he peeled off the path and approached the other student. 

"Yuh know, the traditional boxin stance most are familiar wit' assume yer wearin' gloves, so it's no' actually the optimal stance ta' take when throwin punches," he offered, daring to see where this was going to go. Hopefully, she'd be receptive. 

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[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... One, two, one one two, one two two one uppercut- Oh. That voice. She let out a breath as she kept her hands up, directing her frustration on the dummy in front of her. Farrin O'Rourke, AKA Oberon, was someone she wasn't fond of. It was in his attitude, how he carried himself, and generally speaking the way he operated. She was far from perfect, but strived to operate in a manner different from other heroes. Maybe that was why he got under her skin. He approached things with confidence, and she didn't. "Every modern boxing style, while adapted for gloves, originated gloveless." She accenting each pause with a punch, doing what she could to keep her breathing under control. "Besides, if I'm in close quarters then there's something wrong. I'm not meant to fight up close and on equal footing with my opponent." That wasn't to say Jun was a dirty fighter, but the rules of war stated that taking a fair fight was a losing fight. She had to account that everyone else out there was bigger than her, tougher than her, had more endurance. Boxing was a means to an end; strike and disorient an opponent, then wallop them with a construct. "I thought you never left your hill. Why the change of pace?" It was a little out of left field, but there were some people Jun kept tabs on. Farrin

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is eyes were keen on every strike. War was an art of sorts. It was fought as much in the mind as the body. That said, the body spoke volumes. Patterns were set. Openings became telegraphed. And weaknesses were exploited. Fewer weaknesses meant fewer openings, which in turn left a more formidable pattern set in the enemy's eyes. The body became feared, and the mind faltered.

"True enough, but yer better off goin' straight ta the source or findin' other forms meant fer bare-knuckled boxin' over the more widely recognized styles," he responded.

The Emerald Fist verdant spark stemmed from dornálaíocht, a form of Irish bare-knuckled boxing. Most people recognized it from old internet culture. The Notre Dame Leprechaun and some associated images. Little did those internetgoers know the form was quite effective. 

"Maybe, but it's best we're armed wit' the most efficient tools ta' operate outside our comfort zone. No' like the enemy out there will be playin' fairly or to our likin' either." 

Confidence, strength, and strategy made for a killer combination. It drove Farrin into the heart of a scrap. He was most comfortable in the opposition's face, throwing them off their footing, pressing the attack. That didn't mean he wasn't training in sharpshooting with his linear cannons. Heroes had to be ready for anything. Villains weren't going to play fair, either. They would use hostages, drugs, and weaponry without restraint. It was inevitable that the students of today would eventually find themselves fighting in undesirable conditions. That's why Farrin spent his time training day in and day out. He needed to sharpen every sense and every tool in his arsenal.   

"O', I'm just grabbin' some equipment from inside. Saw yuh' on the way over. Thought I might offer some pointers or insight if yuh'd like. Boxin' is big thing o' mine. Anyway, how yuh' doin?" He asked, slowly navigating towards the topic of their last outing - and everything they had seen that day.  

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[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... She threw and elbow at the dummy, not the cleanest of strikes but one that against your stock average goonie would no doubt send him to the ground, dazed and potentially missing a few molars. She brought her attention to Farrin, letting out a breath. "Close quarters, in general, is bad news for me. I'm not big and burly, I'm not particularly strong. I can't overpower an opponent two, three, five times my size. If someone that big gets in close I have to figure out a way to break and get distance because I don't have the weight behind me to take them down. And if I'm grappled, I'm in even deeper trouble. I have a few techniques to get me out of a bind like that, but if they don't work..." She grit her teeth, turning to look at the dummy and letting out a breath. "I don't do touch well. I have this tendency to panic. And if I let my emotions get the better of me...well, you saw what I did. Illusions or not, if I put enough will behind my constructs they can pick up enough speed and do considerable damage. And if I loose control during a panic attack..." Her mind drifted to the incident. She had lost control then. She had just enough control to not level the entire block, but she suspected it was because the chains themselves just didn't have that power. Or maybe because the gem medium couldn't contain all the emotion being poured into it. Regardless, it wasn't a good look. "I'm fine. It's not the first time I've been haunted by those nightmares, and it won't be the last. Only way they'll get worse if I get a phonecall-" she had been squaring back up, but stopped. She didn't want to talk about that; Suyo. It wasn't any of his business. Farrin

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arrin stood in place, crossing his arms as he listened. Normally, this might be taken as defensive posturing, but for him, it was just dialing into the conversation. Jun's premise made enough sense, but her response to the given scenario was lost on the time-turner. Would it not benefit her more to shore up her weaknesses rather than hope for the best? One way or another, the enemy would eventually close the distance, and it probably would be someone with a power-type quirk that shined up close. 

Farrin was Jun's opposite in this. They each had their flavor of firepower, but Farrin traded range for speed when regarding their quirks. That meant he needed answers to similar ranged opposition. Hence, the linear cannons and his practicing his marksmanship each day. They needed to practice for all scenarios, no matter how uncomfortable, while they could, behind the safety of UAU's walls. Still, there was usually a method to each person's unique flavor of madness. Jun hadn't made as far as she had without some self-awareness, even if they did disagree on a few things. 

"All the more reason, I'd think, ta' have the best available techniques at yer' disposal fer' when there's no other option but ta' fight up close," he said, letting the words hang for a moment before continuing, "still, all that aside I actually have a question regardin' yer quirk. Is there any limit on what yuh' create wit' those constructs or is it just whatever yuh' imagine?" 

If she could create some spiked gloves or something of the sort, she could compensate for her frame when it came to battling power-type quirks. But there was no way a second-year student wouldn't have thought of this. So, the odds were she had some sort of limitations that stopped her from doing so. 

"Phone call? From one o' the people yuh' saw?" He continued, keeping the focus on her visions rather than considering his own. 

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[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... There was a lot to unpack there, but to start: "Forget I mentioned that." Suyo and the island were touchy to her, an incident she wished she could go back and change...there was a lot she wished she could change. But there was no way to do that, was there? Maybe there was an alternate timeline where she became a cop and Suyo was a hero. Or something like that. She didn't know...and she'd never get that chance. So she looked down at one of her rings, thumb spinning the outer band as she thought how much to reveal to Farrin. "There is a limit." She let her anger bubble to the surface, a ring glowing as a claw hammer appeared in her hand. "I'm...I'm limited by my emotions. Different emotions give me access to different things. I can alter the construct any way I see fit," she demonstrated this by allowing the hammer to shift from simple hardware tool to Mjolnir itself, "but once I form something with one type of emotion then whatever I'm using it for needs to have that emotion feeding it. If I let something else get in the way, then the construct will automatically change to the new set of constructs. I've screwed up shield hopping before because of that." She let the construct fade away as she squared up to the dummy again, running her drills. "I have the greatest tools known to man at my disposal. Boxing is just a means to delay my opponent while I figure out a course of action. Trip him with a chain so he falls face-first into an alley wall, blind him with light so I can get around and shove him into a friend. Like I said, I can't brute force my way through an encounter. I'd rather fight smart than hard." Farrin

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he subject was dropped like a sack of bricks. The past lay beyond a door, the key to which was to be earned, not taken. Farrin wasn't one to share. How could he blame another for batting down the hatch? As long as the other day wasn't weighing her down, he had done his part to try. 

"Well enough," he said, not probing any further and instead opting to listen to her explanation. "So, are the limits by way o' category? Like, can anger only create weapons where somethin' like hope might be that fence n' the like?" In essence, he was asking if the nature of the construct was connected to the emotion, "or is more that yuh' pre-assign a construct ta' an emotion? Like could yuh' make that fence out o' anger, just in theory?" 

Farrin had suggested to Kenta that he seek Jun out for some pointers. He was looking for some inspiration on how to use his gel-based quirk differently. It wasn't an exact match, but he could form some weapons and the like of his own with that gel, so there were some similarities. Farrin was a combat savant, but his methodology was far more direct. He had the tools he had, namely his mitts, and he used them by throwing a whole bunch of speed and force behind them.

"I suppose I just think shorin' up yer defenses wit' the best possible techniques fer' those situations yuh' are caught off guard would do yuh' best, but I won't tell yuh' how ta' do yer' thing," he finally answered the last bit. "Jus', if yuh' sock the guy in the face well 'nuff, yuh' might not need ta' break out the chains ta' begin wit'. Conserver yer' strength n' all that."     

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[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... It was here that Jun finally let out some of her frustration. "Why should I focus on making my weaknesses strengths?" She punched the dummy in the face as hard as she could with her nondominant hand, and not only did the dummy barely move it but provided enough spring back to make Jun recoil. "I am not a brawler. I'm not capable of winning attrition. I can't end a fight in one punch. So why should I train myself in those areas and neglect my strengths? Why should I not figure out a way to cover my weaknesses through my strengths?" She shook out her left arm, slowly letting out a breath as the ring on that hand glowed. After taking a moment to collect herself, she'd continue. "I'm not dumb. I know enough about my blindsides to try and account for them. If I didn't-" She stopped, looking away as Kurokami Gen's face appeared in her head she as remembered his harsh words towards other students, including herself. And the fact she was about to repeat a few of them. "Not...everyone is capable of surviving in the hero course. The whole shtick that heroes today have is comical. Commercialized junk. And while Pumpkin Petes gets a merry go round of heroes to plaster on the sides of their boxes, real heroes, real people suffer. It's almost like all meaning from the word has died." The anger and irritation Jun was exhibiting a moment ago began to evaporate as her shoulders slump, her eyes falling down. "I didn't recognize a chunk of the people in that crowd. While we have different approaches, I think you know what I'm talking about." She brought her hands together, spinning the outer band of one of her rings. "Right, my quirk is locked forever on certain emotions. I can't explain it. So any time you see some kind of bludgeoning tool in my hand, you know I'm experiencing anger in some way or another." Farrin

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arrin watched, unblinking as Jun spoke. No simply hearing her but listening. The difference was profound. The former was entertaining until it was your time to speak. The latter was truly caring. He didn't agree with her, but neither would he discredit her. 

"Well, ta' be without weakness," he answered eventually. "I understand what yer' sayin, but what happens if yuh' fight a close-range specialist wit' a teleportation quirk or somethin o' the like? I think it's the opposite o' most games, where it pays most ta' double down on only a few stats or specializations. It works there because e'en if yuh' fail, yuh' get ta' try again wit' more knowledge. Out 'ere, beyond the walls, we've one chance so we need ta' be adaptable ta all scenarios." 

Words delivered without any edge. There was no point playing tug of war with Jun, but maybe a more friendly comparison with the games might help convey his point without appearing aggressive. So he hoped. What really caught Farrin off guard, though, was the comment on hero society. It was true that heroism had been commercialized, but that didn't make the real work done by real heroes any less important. Morgana the Crimson Light, Farrin's mother, saved countless lives, then countless doubled again with her dying act. That had meaning. 

"Where's dis comin' from," he started, just before she went on to reference the number of those they faced the other day that were unknown to the students. "It's true; we can't save e'eryone. People suffer. There's so much pain out there n' we can't possibly fight it all, but that doesn't mean heroism's efforts are without meanin. Look ta' those they do save, those we'll have ta' save when the time comes. Ask 'em if our actions were without meanin. I guarantee they say otherwise. They get ta' go home, see their loved ones again, eat another meal, and live another day. Heroism has been overly commercialized, but that dun' make the work any less important." 

Farrin approached the dummy, setting a hand on its shoulder and looking it over before turning back to Jun. "I understand. But that's why we're 'ere. Ta' get stronger, ta' learn, because when we get out there, it's on us ta' face the world's cruelties so others dun' have ta'. That mean savin' e'eryone we can, those we care 'bout, n' all the people out there jus' tryin' ta' make it ta' tomorrow." 

Not where he expected the conversation to go, but if he could help in some small way to firm Jun's resolve, well, that was an acceptable outcome for the day. A lot of people had died, people they knew suffered, complete strangers too. It was on them to minimize the damage the uncaring and cruel sought to spread in the future. "Well, certainly a handy quirk. Anger can certainly be useful, but I think a little hope might go a long way. When we're out there, be the people's hope," he chirped with a smirk. 

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[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... "And depending on the video game, you sometimes have no limit to what you can do. There's no penalty for 'respecing'. I don't fully understand your quirk, but I don't have that luxury. It's either figure out a way to leverage my strengths to cover the weaknesses, or...well, die." She paused, thinking about that particular scenario. "I've thought on that before, actually. I've been trying to train my awareness and reaction time, and so long as I'm not grappled or overwhelmed in the opening attacks I can potentially predict and counter any blows. Maybe even trap him with my quirk. Unfortunately, my body's too slow, so trying to get faster to pull something like that off." She suffered through the same things most people did, imagining scenarios that they might be stuck in and figuring a way out. In Jun's case, those thoughts had a tendency to run away from her. She let her arms drop, her lips pressed into a thin line. "I'm well aware of that fact. It's why I comb through as many hero encounters in my free time, to determine who's in it for the fame and fortune and who's not. It's...annoying. Hero work is a public service, like being a police officer or a fireman or a doctor. One out of three in the field right now seem to be capable of delivering, and like...one out of five currently in UAU seem capable. Not...not capable as in they don't have talent or the such, but like...they like the right mindset...yeah." Some of the uncertainty and nervousness that Jun was best known for had finally surfaced proper, showing that she wasn't as confident as she made out to be. "And I can't make hammers out of hope. Only lights. Like, spotlights. Or flashlights. Or...candles. Never tried candles, actually..." Farrin

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xpanding the criteria met with his gaming example sort of nullified the point. The number of games out there was nigh infinite. His example stood upon a single concept: there were no respawns in real life. Heroes needed to be adaptable. One tricking would fail eventually, but when Jun responded to the teleporter scenario, it eased Farrin's tension. His shoulders dropped a smidge, and he shrugged. 

"I think we're talkin in circles at this point, but I'm glad yuh've some close-range options, at least. Maybe some track trainin would do yuh good then, though, ta' build up that speed," he offered. 

As simplistic as the most basic of cardio was, there was little a good run couldn't improve. Farrin was a runner his entire life. While other kids were in class, he was trying to outrun cars along the highway back home. He hadn't been fast enough in his earlier years, but eventually, he outpaced people driving at typical speeds. These days, he liked to think of himself as a fighter jet. 

"It's unfortunate, but as quirks grow more common, makin up more o' the population, we'll see more heroes n' villain, but as the former group grows, so will those o' questionable motivations. That said, I dun' think judgin' our peers ta' such ranks is quite fair. No one can see the future wit' absolute certainty. Many still have time ta' learn n' grow. That's part o' bein 'ere," he continued.

There was no arguing there were a fair number of greedy heroes out there. Maybe not to the exact degree Jun had judged. Two to one seemed a little steep, but as for their fellow students, well, it was a hard call. Farrin knew many to have decent intentions. If anything, he found it was their lack of abilities holding them back. Not their quirks, but their intensity in a scrap. Few knew how to handle themselves well in a fight among the freshmen he trained with. Now, among the second-years or those above? Well, he needed to see more of them in action. If his peers of only a few weeks ago grew some edge, they might make for some worthy heroes in his eyes, though. 

"Ah, okay. Think I'm gettin' a better idea how it works then." 

So, the tools and weapons really were categorized in a firmly defined way. That was rough. What if she just wasn't feeling a certain emotion that day? Too angry or sad to feel joy or hope? The latter might be more aligned with heroism, but the former, especially anger, was more likely to burn bright in the middle of a fight.  

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[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... It was like circles with Farrin. It was annoying, but she accepted a long time ago that they had different ways of approaching a problem. She preferred to think her way out, he preferred to punch it in the face. It was difficult to work with that, but...at the very least, there was worse she could be dealing with. Like Kurokami Gen. Regardless, this had gone on for a while, and she needed to focus. She put her hands up, looking at the dummy again. "According to the law of equivalent exchange, you have to now explain a little of your quirk now. 'Cause I don't get how it works. Does it like, making you faster, or...what?" It was something that Jun had been pondering, but not too much. There were many things in this world she didn't understand, and only a small amount of them did she chase understanding. Like boats; boats were easy to understand. How did waves work, or the wind? No clue, that was outside her realm of understanding. And many quirks in the world were definitely outside that realm of understanding. Farrin

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ith that, the conversation ended. Well, one conversation. It was time for compensatory payment in the form of chronokinesis 101. Peddling the more obvious details of his quirk wasn't unusual. Many posed their questions to him, but Jun had been receptive to his inquiry, so she had actually earned it. 

Still, it irked him to watch her fighting form. There were better ways to throw a punch. Shake it off, Farrin. Shake it off. 

"Heh, I've seen that one," he said, clapping his hands together in reference to the show she quoted.

Then his hands dropped back to his sides. When Farrin first arrived in Japan and was holed up in Above & Beyond agency headquarters, he spent what little free time he had outside of training catching up on nerd culture. It was a conversation for another time, though.

"Well, I create fields that manipulate the flow o' time. I can speed things up n' slow 'em down, too. Few other neat tricks, but that's the basic gist o' it. I move fast because I enwrap meself in a personally fit field that accelerates me' passage through time. Ta' me, it looks like e'eryone else is slowin' down." 

A genetic jackpot quirk many had called it, but it came with its own issues, physical and mental. Farrin's leg muscles were constantly torn up due to how often he was running around, so without his quirk, he moved like a snail. Then there was sifting, the temporal plague that walled him off from the bliss of sleep—and sometimes got in the way during his waking hours as well. Strong quirk. Strong drawbacks. Balance. Equivalent exchange, some might say.  

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[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... ...Wait. "You mean to tell me you leave your hill for things other than food and sleep?" This was news to Jun, a surprise she wasn't expecting and it showed. But there was time for questions on that later, for now it was quirk talk. "Ah...okay, that makes sense." And thinking back to that massive training session a while back, it also made sense to what exactly he was doing. Well, sort of. If he could accelerate himself, then that meant he could feasibly apply much greater forces than a normal person could. But that couldn't be easy on the body...the counterforce alone would no doubt threaten to shatter bones and tear muscles more than any martial artist, boxer, or soldier on the planet with their training routines. There was a lot of potential with that, but at the same time...she wasn't sure if she'd want something like that. "That can't be an easy quirk to use. Even if I had the option to trade with you, I don't think I would..." Farrin

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