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[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... The ground was nice and cool. That was nice...it almost reminded her of the island. Except her triumph of the hardships landed her in the dirt...and after that, being chased. The memory brought a shudder to her, and it wasn't until she registered another person there that she looked up. "M-momo?" She slowly sat in a proper sitting position, wiping her eyes. "What...what are you even doing out here? Aren't you..." She paused. What day was it? Was she still in the nurses office, or did time march on enough for her to come out? She didn't really know... "I...I'm sorry...I'm so sorry. I shouldn't...you shouldn't...I should go, I'm sorry..." She started to get up, vision blurry and not helped with the fog around her. "You don't have to waste any time on me, especially after what I did..." Kurokami Gen

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AIMOTO MOMO

THE RED GIRL

“Well, one of my friends wanted me to help th-”

Momo's cheery explanations were conveniently waved away before anyone had any time to pick them apart. That didn't matter, 'cause there were bigger fish to fry here than how she got here. Good friends were able to pick up when something was up, but Momo didn't need to be good or great here. A blind man could see the strawberry blonde was going through it, well, more so than usual. She was always such a moody, nervous wreck. Probably how she got hurt in the first place. Still, she needed to do something, she was supposed to be a Pro Hero in Training, and Heroes never leave their Friends behind in times of need, right?

“Wait, Junsuina-san, don't go! This place is giving the creeps, and I think I'm lost. I don't wanna' drag you down, but could you stay with me while this blows over?”

Jun could see the girl's skin growing more pale by the second. Streams of sweat running down her forehead with every moment that her senior tried to run away from the situation. This place was giving her the heebie jeebies, and even if Jun didn't think herself the most competent person in the world, surely, a Good Person like her wouldn't be able to look the other way.

“Friends don't leave friends alone in spooky gatorade clouds, right?”

Especially if said friends were responsible for putting them on the shelf.

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[junsuina]

[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... Jun paused, looking up and around. That persistent feeling of despair was hanging around, keeping the smokescreen in place. Even she couldn't help but shiver at being in the middle of it...and unlike Momo, she understood what demons lied at the heart of it. Once Jun fixed her gaze back on Momo she saw how awful she looked, and winced in pain as she felt something in her chest catch. She placed a hand over her heart, swallowing hard as the guilt she felt literally wrenched within her. "Okay...but only for a bit. This fog isn't natural...it's unhealthy to stay around it. It's...dangerous. Like me..." Jun forced herself into a standing position, keeping her back against the wall as she looked down. She needed to drop the construct, but she was in a loop. When she thought about dropping it she couldn't help but think back to her friends in high school, and thinking on that she remembered what happened, causing the emotion to linger. This in turn forced her into the present, and seeing Momo freaked out knew she had to drop it. And the cycle would repeat. Kurokami Gen

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AIMOTO MOMO

THE RED GIRL

“All the more reason not to leave you alone in it, right?”

Momo could tell Jun was going through it. The senior needed almost as much help here as she did. She thought back to some story about her mom telling her not to leave people alone in their time of need or something. Bubbly do-gooder that she was, being there for a friend mattered more than whatever feelings of guilt her presence may or may not have brought up. Still, it was probably for the best to do something about that.

“Also, you're not dangerous! You're my friend. I mean, sure, you broke my arm in three places and smashed my head in, but it was an accident, right?”

She spoke of her injuries, something most would charitable call "assault" and/or "battery" like if it was nothing more than a funny anectdote. The cast on her arm and the bandages around her head? That was nothing. Pretty much a band-aid. That's blasé she made Jun's assault sound, but still, after a little pause, someone couldn't help but let their curiosity get the better of them.

“By the way, why did you do that?”

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[junsuina]

[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... That was more than just a knife burying itself into her heart, it was like it was on fire and twisted at the same time. She reached up, clutching her chest as the intense emotions and contractions were causing the scars from her near-death experience to become agitated. For a moment Jun couldn't breathe, tears starting all over again. "It...it was an accident," she whispered, trembling. "I don't...I can't do touch. It, it, it causes...I panic. I couldn't get out of your hug...I panicked, and my body just reacted..." She finally managed a breath, dropping to her knees again as she let out a cry in agony. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you like that! Instead of being the one to fight the monsters, I became one!" Jun was on the brink of total collapse yet again, though this time it was because she was on the cusp of confronting her own demons, the one that had been plaguing her nights for several years now. Kurokami Gen

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AIMOTO MOMO

THE RED GIRL

“Well, if its an accident, then I forg-”

Momo wouldn't get to finish granting Jun the absolution she so desperately needed. Her eyes went wide with pain as the air escaped from her lungs. Those adorable sapphires she had shifted to look down at the source. A hand, piercing through her chest like a blade, with a shadow standing behind her. A wicked silhoette with a heartless smile drawn on her lips, one she could immediately recognize.

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“That’s it?!?” Holy shit, you're such a drama queen! Momo’s figure began to slowly disintegrate, turning into the same orange gas that surrounded them, first at the torso, and then at her extremities. Before she was gone with the wind, though, her lips cracked into a grin, one that let her know just how foolish she was for getting her hopes up. “So, you broke some annoying bitch's arm. Big whoop! That happens like, every other week around here.”


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[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... Regardless if Momo was going to grant Jun clemency or not, it would be one more thing she wouldn't forgive herself for. She was guilty in her inaction, guilty with it. What she cared more was there was something in the fog with them, and the sudden attack was just one more notch in her long list of failures. At least, that's what she thought initially. As Momo faded away Jun just knelt there, the fog beginning to grow denser as parts of it began to converge on the pair. Of course he followed her. Of course he's continuing to plague her mind. Why couldn't he just leave her alone? Leave her to her misery? Isn't this what he wanted, her broken and unable to chase her goal? Shouldn't he be content in the fact she was unfit for it? Slowly but surely the fog would begin to clear, but only because it was transforming. Despair began to give way to anger, and with it a new hammer began to form in Jun's hand, one that was shaping up to be taller than her. "Why...why can't you just leave well enough alone." She grit her teeth, forcing herself to a standing position using the hammer as a means to support her weight...at least, long enough for the burning to stop. "You wanna know why I care so much? Why I lament the fact my actions have caused someone pain?" She sprang forward, hefting the hammer up and intending to bring it down on him...though unlike other instances where he's sparred with her or even seen her fight, her attack would be much more telegraphed than usual. "Would you even comprehend it, Kurokami Gen?!" Kurokami Gen

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Everything worked out as planned. Tug on the heartstrings a little, say a provocative word here or there, spit on everything they love and voilá! You have an angry Hero on your hands, and when people get angry, they get predictable. He didn’t even need his Quirk to dodge this one, but for fun, he did it anyway.[break][break]

Her pleas to leave her alone fell on deaf ears a second time. “And miss your Hall of Fame hissy-fit?” An instant before the hammer would touch the crown of his head, Gen’s body would blur. A minute movement that baffled the naked eye. One moment, he was about to get hit, and the next, he was just a few centimeters to the right. The hammer would crash onto the floor, denying her of any instant catharsis and further guilt down the line. “Not for the world.”[break][break]

Some could have respected how bad she felt about hurting this guy or that gal, others would’ve empathized with the guilt or and some ought to sympathize with whatever made her be like this, but not Gen. He spat in the face of her feelings. “Oooh, does it have to do with your tragic backstory? I’m so moved.” Anywhere else, that would’ve been a suspiciously spot-on guess, but here, it was just the sad, predictable truth. “Not.” Fact of the matter was, most people here were damaged goods. You could pick out any student at random, and chances were, they had at least one dead friend, family member or loved one haunting them, sometimes all three. And anytime something serious went down here, it had something to do with their inability to put those ghosts behind them. [break][break]

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[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... Jun had made other large hammers before, but this was the first time she had welded one this big. It wasn't heavy, thankfully the materials made it light like that, but it was cumbersome. The first blow, while she would have loved to flatten Gen with it, she figured he'd be able to adapt. It was the only freebie she was going to give him. A fire burned in her eyes as that same analytical gaze began tracking him, her body twisting as she hefted the hammer up and swung again. It was an overswing, but it was faster than before. "Then why do you care so much? Why, out of everyone in this damn school are you insistent on bothering me about this?" The curse was just one more cherry that he'd enjoy, as Jun made it a habit to remind people that doing so was a negative quality for a hero. She'd choke up on the haft, doing a brief flourish in order to reorient the hammer to swing it the opposite way, a swing that was very much under her control. "Do you want to see me fail that bad? To give up, to run away, to the point you have to follow me around like a damn stalker now? Is that why you constantly come by my dorm?" Kurokami Gen

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Shit, she was getting serious. If he wasn’t careful, she’d actually hit him. He wasn’t so much worried about breaking any bones, more so having to sit through more of her constant stream of apologies. Luckily, he had a special someone to thank for sparing him of that fate.[break][break]

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With a single stomp on the ground, a large glacier began to sprout from the ground. An ice-cold wall, covering the entire alleyway. It separated the salty sophomores, reflecting a twisted image of the girl back at her. It’d crack, and with enough of her swings, it’d even break under her might, but it’d buy him time. It’d keep the girl at bay while he relished in her breakdown and bite back. She was starting to lose control. If he so wanted, he could get probably get her to turn her back on all of those pretty ideals. He felt it, just one more comment, and that righteous little shit would be gone together, if not materially, then ideologically. Unfortunately, this was the one time he couldn't do that, or rather, shouldn't.[break][break]

She was starting to get suspicious. Lucky for him, she was too big an airhead to put two-and-two together. Still, even if she didn’t know it, she had pulled a proverbial gun on him. If he clarified things, he’d only be leading her to the truth he so desperately covered up. That he cared for someone, that there was a heart inside of the monster, after all. To shatter the aura he’d so carefully constructed. Without it, it’d only be a matter of time until the jig was up, Besides, that would only distract from what needed to be said. Had it been anyone else, they would’ve panicked, giving the game up on the spot, but Gen knew what to do in this situation. He couldn't allow Jun to dictate the conversation, even if it meant using a low road. He had to pull out a bigger gun.[break][break]

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“Yeah, I want to see you fail! I want you to give up! You wanna know why?!?” He might’ve been trying to divert the subject, but there was no way to tell. “It's not 'cause I hate you, I hate what you represent.” His words were imbued with so much venom, it felt as if they could melt the wall between them. “You’re everything wrong with this school!” And the reason was simple, despite the layers of deceit, Gen hated Jun’s ilk, because he’d seen the kind of people they often turned into, especially in this line of work. “You're a perpetual victim.” [break][break]

“You talk a big game about your ideals, act all righteous and judge me at every turn.” His mind flashed to a dozen different cases, to the life he had before this grift. He’d seen what Real Heroes were like, and Jun would’ve fit right next to those deputized crooks. “Then, when you’re out in the real world and its time to face the music, you hide.” Remembering all of that was enough to turn his little lie into a truth. If not factual, then emotional. He got caught up in it, in all the ways he detested these Heroes. “You hide behind your tragedies, your traumas, your fears, your sad childhoods and every excuse you can find." [break][break]

"And you know what the worst part is? You're always sorry. Sorry for yourselves, sorry for others, and sorry for everyone and everything, but you're never fucking better, are you?!?" You could say a lot of things about All for One and his wicked ways, but you could never say he hid from his mistakes. He embraced them. Perhaps a little too proudly. "Y'all act like that word's magic or somethin'. Like all is forgiven 'cause you felt a little bit bad. Give me a break!" He never denied them, never excused them away, and never unironically made himself out to be a victim, but most of all, though… he never apologized. [break][break]

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[junsuina]

[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... The glacier was inconvenient, but she had to get to it before she got to Gen. No matter, it gave her something to focus on...like that reflection. The twisted and warped version of herself swung back with each and every blow, and she had to admit that it disturbed her. It was fitting, in a way. She was constantly trying to tear herself apart, drag herself down over all that had happened. All the times she did try to do some good, what did it get her? A ticket to death's doorstop, the meddling of an investigation, a poor girl getting maimed? But...what was worse? Her actions, or her inactions? Gen's final question, the moment she broke through, forced that brief moment of introspection that she needed. Jun gripped her weapon as she glared at him across the space, cracks forming along her construct. "I didn't enroll here for some grand ideal." The hammer broke apart, her hands falling to her sides. She was still angry, but it was directed more at herself than Gen now. "I'm here because I was the good person that stood by and let evil triumph." The faces of those she had failed flashed before her eyes, and she looked down. "I'd say you wouldn't get it, but your quirk is more powerful than mine. At least, if what you say is true. Would it not be irresponsible for you to avoid public duty, to not protect the people and the state with a quirk like yours?" She reached up, wiping her face to the best of her ability. "You're right, sorry doesn't cut it. And it can't give a girl her legs again, or bring the dead back to life. But at the very least, I've tried to do something! I don't spend half the night cramming laws into my brain, or punching targets until my knuckles bleed, or emotionally burn myself out as hard as I do because I feel sorry for myself! I do it in order to achieve penance for my inactions! Because I don't want to see person suffer on my behalf!" She was shouting again, determination laced into her anger. If this was about being better...yeah. Yeah, there was a lot she could do in order to be better. Kurokami Gen

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Miseria Cantare

Love, Your Hate

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The ice wall was just what the quack doctor ordered. An effective outlet for Jun’s grief, anger and despair; something close enough to him to be satisfying, but just far away to not break any of his brittle bones. All the while giving him the space to do what he did best, even if his performance wasn’t up to par. [break][break]

His mind was just a step behind his mouth. He’d gotten too heated, and for what? Regardless of the reason, the anima had broken through the persona. Kurokami Gen’s feelings spoken through All for One’s mouth. An incongruity even an idiot like Jun could see through. How sloppy of him. Still, even such a minor break wasn’t enough to undo the rest of his good work, if you could call it that. All he really knew for sure about her Quirk was that it ran on emotion, and if there was anyone who could play those like a fiddle, it was him. After all, other people’s feelings were the most important part of any con. [break][break]

A sigh of relief exited from his mouth, unheard. If anything, it was strange how little he talked throughout Jun’s breakdown. No witty comebacks, no sneering jabs, and no rude interruptions. He even went so far as to not answer her deflection. He didn’t need to. The hard part was over, and now, all he needed was to just keep her talking until she stumbled into the answer he wanted. Still, his eyes couldn’t help but betray his surprise at her honesty.[break][break]

“Then stop. It’s good that you feel bad, but it isn’t really practical, is it?” Why was he saying all of that? Did he feel bad for her? Wasn’t this what he wanted? To bring those arrogant Heroes to their knees? Knowing the law and keeping yourself fit for the inevitable, that was the bare minimum wasn’t it? That’s what the job was supposed to be. Was the bar really that low? Whatever… “The last thing anyone needs is another martyr.”[break][break]

He sighed, trying to get the point through to her in no uncertain terms. “You can’t fix what already happened, so stop trying.” No number of good washed out the bad, and no number of wrongs could overturn a right. That just wasn’t how it worked, but—“All you can do is make things a little less shit. That's it.” He hoped that Maxim could soothe her survivor’s guilt, though with the scant snapshots he got from her rant, he doubted it’d be an instant fix.[break][break]

Her best efforts, while well-intentioned, were misplaced. She had the right idea, and she sure was trying, but it wasn’t doing anyone any favors. “You're doing all of that to beat yourself up, but let me ask…” It wasn’t doing Junsuina any good, it wasn’t doing her friends any good, and it certainly wasn’t doing her victims any good. “What are you doing to make this a little less shit for her?” If today’s incident was any indication, he could make an educated guess, and it certainly wasn’t a charitable one.[break][break]

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[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... She was fully prepared to fight Gen tooth and nail for what she believed in. It was small and insignificant in the grand scheme of things, but it was a hill worth dying on. The only thing that made her pause was...the lack of insults? She stared at Gen, a little incredulous as she tried to process what exactly was going on. He wasn't...tearing her down? Beating her up verbally? Was this...was he pep talking her?? This was so surreal that she had to take a minute to reform her thoughts. There was clearly some stuff in all that she didn't agree with, and a huge chunk of it where she couldn't atone. But... "I'll...I should go. See what she needs." She reached up, wiping her face. Her hands were shaking, and there wasn't much she could do about that. "There's...got to be something I can do. To make it up to her. And yeah..." She began to take a few steps, to push herself out of her hiding place only to stop, looking at Gen. "Thanks...I think?" Kurokami Gen

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As the young woman gave him one last look, Gen couldn’t help but cross his arms, with an annoyed look on his face. “I didn’t do it for you.” There he was back again, the Gen she knew. “Selfless” wasn’t a word in his vocabulary. He was looking out for number one, especially when it may not seem like it. “I can’t have you rage quitting the school before I steal your Quirk, now can I?” His words, fuel for provocation, were half-true, for once. [break][break]

He’d stay there, keeping his cool and watching the girl go until she was out of sight and out of-oh thank God, she’s gone. “Holy shit!” That right there may have been the hardest thing Gen had done all his life, especially considering that... “I almost died back there!” With a river of sweat running down his back, he slumped onto the nearest wall in both mental and physical exhaustion. “That woman is fucking crazy!” He thanked his lucky stars, the Gods he didn’t believe in, and especially, he thanked a certain Support student for preventing his skull from being caved in.[break][break]

Speaking of whom, now was as good a time as any for Gen to make a phone call. Okay, maybe not right now. Maybe give it a minute to catch his breath, process almost being murdered, and grapple with the fact he’d undone his greatest victory, and all for what. Perhaps, the better question would be, for whom.[break][break]

After selecting the first number on his contact list, Gen would bring the phone to his ear.[break][break]

“Hey Bright Eyes~”[break][break]

“Just a heads up, you owe me one.”[break][break]

Just like he said, he wasn’t doing this for Jun.

“No, you don’t literally owe me, it just means I did something nice for you.”[break][break]

Of course, he realized who he was talking to, and the kind of window that had just opened up for him. One he didn’t want to waste on the phone.[break][break]

“Anyway, wanna’ meet up? Got a pretty good feeling your room’s gonna’ be free for the next, I dunno’, hour? I’ll explain everything there.”[break][break]

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