[Miroru]

Rokuhane Miroru

Department of Heroes Freshman

Prism, the Spectrum Hero

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It took a few days to satisfy Miroru that her observations on the comings and goings of her classmates were indicative of regular patterns. She wasn't big on wasting her time, and while she hadn't made the connection (and her family definitely hadn't spent any money diagnosing the condition), rejection and failure stung like a bitch. Rather than risk showing up when he wasn't there, Miroru stacked the deck to be sure that when she approached the grassy hill where Farrin trained on her own, chances were high that he'd be there.

She approached about what she estimated to be a good thirty minutes into his relatively regular time on the hill, dressed in her UA tracksuit, with her bookbag on her hip as she approached. "Hey- still dominating at King of the Hill? Any decent challengers?"

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o be fair, it was probably about as easy as buying a fixed deck online. If Farrin wasn't with Sada, in class, or asleep, he was up on his hill training. Props to Miroru for being up and at it so early though. Even standing among the giants of UA, few were tackling training this early on the weekend. A half hour in and Farrin had already worked up quite the sweat. 

The swings never stopped. His fists flew like machine gun fire with jabs that made splinters of planks. He may not yet become the beast he was in another time, but he was well on his way. Speaking of other times. The girl on approach, Miroru as she had introduced herself the other day, was another name that felt like he was already supposed to be familiar with, but wasn't outside orientation and their first real introduction. Was he being haunted by the vestiges of another time, another place? Perhaps. 

"None really," he replied, throwing one last jab toward the invisible opposition, then slowing to stillness.  

"So what brings yuh' back 'ere?" 

He gave Freja, his quirkless peer some pointers the other day, but from little he understood, Miroru came from a hero family of some sort. Was she not trained to be the inheritor of some heroic legacy? But then, who really knew? Nobody's story was quite so straightforward no matter what media and the internet would have you believe. 

 Farrin hooked his left hand over his right shoulder, then started to stretch the arm. "I'm no' tryin' ta' chase ya away, just curious," he clarified. Casting the first stone wasn't really his thing. A several-year stretch of homelessness those years ago hadn't broken his mother's instilled manners entirely. Just mostly. And afterwards, Barty made it a point to always set him right. Training was important, but he wasn't going to blow people off. 

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[Miroru]

Rokuhane Miroru

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Prism, the Spectrum Hero

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Miroru didn't benefit from echoes of times she could not touch nor remember. She wasn't blessed with the sort of tight-knit past that supported some of her schoolmates in ways she couldn't even make up if she tried. But it did allow a sort of clarity. When she came to see Farrin, she didn't have to wonder if it'd been preordained. She knew she'd come because it'd been what she wanted to do, and nothing more.

Or maybe she was just blind to currents of fate etching again bonds to forge the future.

Miroru's eyes fall onto Farrin's blows with an air of practiced recognition. She's not lost in awe at the speed but curious and attentive to form, to how they are delivered and structured. "Shame. You clearly know what you're doing- you're going to need some serious muscle behind your partners to keep you sharp, and unless I'm missing my guess, what you've got behind those strike patterns isn't even incorporating your quirk."

She closes the rest of the distance and props her hands on her hips, diminutive as she is. "Well, I'd intended to come to offer to help you stay sharp as a veiled attempt to avoid having to ask for assistance myself. I DO need a sparring partner, but I feel like it's more honest to admit it'd probably be asking you for a favor, rather than offering you one." Her tone was scientific- considerate, but lacking much in the way of cheerful bounce or playful intonation, matching the level expression she held.

A quick wave dismissed the clarification as unnecessary. "It's alright, even if you did want to chase me off. Your prerogative. Not like you owe me anything, you know?" She thought about his movements another moment or two, and added, "You're heavier on your feet than I am, but it really doesn't seem to slow you down, and again, that's not even factoring in your quirk if it helps you in a scrap. So- I'll ask instead of offering. How do you feel about sparring regularly as a favor to me? I can't rely on my quirk to subdue targets, so I really need to be a sharp as possible with my fists, and the window between "too green to be a challenge" and "entirely too strong to handle" is narrower than I'd like to admit."

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 blunt approach had earned Miroru the cut a slight grin across Farrin's face. It took a real oddball to out oneself before the lie even began. Farrin preferred oddballs. He'd walked Wall Street a thousand times, usually being chased off as the rapscallion he was. The point is: the suits had the money, but the buskers were fun.

Not the most apt analogy. The fire-haired fox wanted to scrap. Regularly. He wasn't good with hitting girls, but villainy was sure to come in all shapes and sizes. And, though it wasn't quite the same, he had trained Sada. Miroru didn't come off as inexperienced, though. She noted the odd heaviness of his regular movement. It was courtesy of Chronokinesis. The quirk was an absolute boon in battle, but it weighted him, like sapping time from its turner, while outside of his temporal state. Not enough that it dragged his speech or was even noticeable to most - but enough that he wasn't taking any track runners without firing up his quirk for real. 

"Right as rain, lass. I've no' touched on me' quirk yet," he started toward the earlier of her comments. "Somethin' some o' our fellow freshmen dun' seem ta' understand is that no matter yer quirk, in this line o' work, yer eventually gonna need ta' get yer hands dirty." He didn't mean that in any figurative sense. At one point or another, any hero that intended to actually tackle villainy was bound to get caught up close and personal. Bloodied knuckles would become quite the norm outside these walls. No sense avoiding it.  

"If it's a scrappin' partner yer lookin' fer, I'm more than game. I assume that whether yuh' went wit' yer original plan ta' offer me aid or ta' ask fer some help yerself, that means yuv' a fair bit o' experience already, though. Care ta' show me?"

Curiosity again, though this time with the slightest tinge of challenge. Farrin was no bully, but deep in his blood and bones, there was part of him that thoroughly enjoyed a good fight. Not the kind that broke someone so badly they could never walk again, but a friendly match. Something both combatants walk away from. Something he was often denied before arriving in Japan. Yup. A sparring partner. That he was certainly on board with.    

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Rokuhane Miroru

Department of Heroes Freshman

Prism, the Spectrum Hero

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"Which is a funny thing, really. Most offensively useful quirks aren't particularly great for capture techniques, which makes them pretty irrelevant to hero work. You'd think people would be more aware of what the line of work they're signing on for actually entails, but being able to fire sattelite laser strikes isn't really pertinent in the day to dat life of a peacekeeping force," Miroru agrees. "So I'm just getting ahead of the curve and getting good with my fists before it's assigned."

A firm nod at his agreement to stand as her sparring partner. "I'd really appreciate that. And yeah, I've got a good bit of experience. In high school, the idea of the pipsqueak with the furry bits wanting to punch people was novel at first, and then later, when I got pretty good, I was just part of the hand to hand club and it was only the new kids that laughed." Miroru grinned. "That was usually pretty fun, though. Good for a giggle."

He invited her to show him, and she nodded, untying her jacket and tossing it aside, leaving her in a tank top and her tracksuit bottoms. "Apologies in advance- I'm told I can be kinda frustrating. Like I said, I'm light on my feet, so don't let that get to you, okay? I don't mind getting my ass handed to me, but some folx get angry when I don't stand around and take hits." She asked as she took up a pretty standard hand to hand guard.

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ood for her. Few things were so sweet as seeing the board balanced after thrashing your bullies. Justice. Revenge. Call it what you will, but when one person made it their mission to push another around, it was deserved. It was perhaps one of Farrin's lone points of pride in his life before practicing herodom that he never fell so low as to put others down. That was something Mum would've been proud of. 

"Think nothin' o' it. Despite yer' admission, ya' are helpin' me as well."

It was true. Even the most experienced fighter needed to stay sharp. A skilled opponent made a far greater whetstone than his imagination and the wind. Sada and Barty pushed him to socialize, but if this turned out anything like Hero Prep, he'd make maybe one or two buddies like he had Kenta back then. Speaking of which, where was the gelatinous lad? He made it into UAU, too! Questions for a later time. 

Farrin firmed his stance. The usual business. Dornálaíocht. His feet were shoulder's distance apart, the right foot back a couple of steps, narrowing his profile. Left fist forward, right tucked to the chest. People meme'd on it to this day, but those people clearly hadn't felt a proper, ungloved right cross to the jaw. 

"Yuh ready?" He asked, watching the fox take her own form. 

Though he assumed she was, he'd wait for her reply. Seemed the right thing to do. Once she confirmed, though, he'd dart forward and throw a few light jabs her way to kick things off. He believed her combative resume, but best to start things easy - just in case.  

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Prism, the Spectrum Hero

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"Aw~! Well, glad to be fulfilling my civic duty for the week, then," Miroru quipped back, grinning. "I'm sure not disappointed to know I'll be building up someone else willing to put rubber to the road to kick some sense into the bullies and assholes of our class."

Miroru eyed him as he squared up, and adjusted her own stance to a looser one, one that still had the skeleton of a boxer's defense, but was more prepared to dodge and weave. She didn't have him on reach, power, mass, or- she suspected- skill, but she thought she could leverage her speed at least when it came to holding her own.

As he came at her, she darted in, too, not content to wait to be hit but instead hurling herself inside his reach to let the premature blow glance off her guard, doing her best to stick close and play his ribs and sides like xylophones, with her small fist whipping up and demanding he keep his guard up any time he started to drop it to protect his middle!

I can pay no price too great for justice.

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t was a tale as old as time. One larger, stronger fighter against a smaller, more nimble combatant. The lion and the fox. More thematic than realistic. Farrin's every move was made with intention. Commitment to see a particular objective accomplished. Miroru hadn't disappointed. Her first few blows were easy enough to swat away with his left hand. The left was both shield and the probe in his Irish art, but her efforts had scored her a few connecting jabs with his ribs. 

Still, he was far from defenseless. Rather than rear up to create distance, as even an experienced combatant might predict, Farrin opted to drop his left elbow down. Take the shot or force her to create that distance for him. Either way, he was far from done. Whether the elbow connected, he would follow her trail, swinging a trio of left-handed jabs followed by a heavy right. She was, without a doubt, more nimble and faster than he was outside of his temporal state. Their opening bout made that pretty clear, but if this first exchange of blows was their measure, he just edged out in reaction time and experience. 

"Yer no' bad, no' bad at all," he offered, drawing back, only for a moment, before preemptively stepping forward again for another trio of left jabs. 

If this was the quality of sparring partner he could look forward to training with, the edge of Farrin's fighting form wouldn't dull anytime soon. Despite her analytical demeanor, a trait some people may believe meant she was more a watcher than a doer, she was quite the beast in a scrap. At least for those at their freshmen level. Confident and quick. It was a deadly combination. He could answer her confidence with his own. Speed? Well, he'd have to make up for that in other ways. Luckily, Farrin was far from helpless.  

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This was what Miroru had been looking forward to.

After moving in with a cousin and enrolling in public school a few years ago, Miroru had ended up a big fish in a little pond. Outside of the hero prep academies her father had enrolled his kids in, the focus on physical conditioning and combat skills as much reduced, meaning that with her physicality and hand to hand skills, there hadn't really been anyone to outright challenge her, just some enthusiasts to keep her from getting dull.

Farrin was anything but.

His reflexes were better, his foundations were better, and while she was faster, his edges stacked up fast. She had an early edge- but from her experience, that was the sort of thing she had to capitalize on, lest her opponent get a read on her tactics and close the gaps in their armor.

For instance- Farrin knew to go for an elbow drop against an in-close opponent, and Miroru knew that would leave his collar exposed. As his elbow raised and broke his guard, she lashed her hands out to snag his collar and waistband, dropping her weight to use his downwards momentum to fold him across her back, and then surged upwards, hurling him off and sending him tumbling a few paces away in the soft grass! Grinning, she tossed her head and floofed her hair as he got back up, then charged right back in.

As if to further illustrate the difficulty with intelligent opponents and longer battles, Farrin's offensive kept her locked out of proper reach for the moment. She lunged forwards, but the jabs came fast, onetwothree, and then his right slammed against her left arm HARD. Bouncing back a step, she dropped her guard to shake her arms out for a moment before guarding up again. Perhaps reassuringly, there were no signs of bleeding or seeping beneath the arm-length bandage wraps down her arms, suggesting he wasn't pounding on damaged tissue at the moment.

"Ow. Man. You hit hard. I'm not used to standing around and taking hits." A slow breath, then a nod. "Again!" This time, she blocked the first hit, before sweeping her left fist out to smack his second jab out and used her right to aim a sharp punch at the inside of his elbow, angling to make those jabs start to hurt every time he threw them!

I can pay no price too great for justice.

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he world was whirling in his eyes. Perhaps more than anything outside of Chronokinesis, Farrin's reaction time was his greatest asset, and yet Miroru hooked him and tossed him like a paperweight. Well, maybe not a paperweight, but she sure took that bout. Farrin pulled his shoulder up and his arm to the side of his head, rolling with the crash. No amount of cushioning could mute the ringing in his ears or the throbbing in his head. His brain felt like a ping-pong ball. When the mind faltered, instincts and experience picked up the slack. 

Farrin pushed up off the ground, straight out of his roll, and darted ahead. His combo continued, probing the fox's defense still. She swatted his lighter jabs away, then delivered a fair shot against the inside of his elbow. That drew Farrin back a step, but their short exchange was enough to draw the mind back out of the beast. Rather than give her space to reengage on her terms, Farrin threw his weight onto his forward left foot, then sprung himself forward with a trigger step out of his right leg. Another hard right cross fired forward for center mass, block or otherwise. It was less a hammer now and more a battering ram. Mix a little Dempsey into Dornálaíocht made for a dangerous concoction.

"Oi, that's just the start," he shouted, launching the heavy straight shot Miroru's way.

Brazen confidence made for strong brick and mortar. Inside though, the mind was a machine parsing out his damage. His head was still throbbing, and that right shot could have delivered even more oomph if not for the counter she had thrown a moment prior. She wasn't the strongest opponent he had ever faced, but she was experienced and quick on her feet. Not bad at all.    

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[Miroru]

Rokuhane Miroru

Department of Heroes Freshman

Prism, the Spectrum Hero

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Ah, crumbs.

Farrin was right back on the attack, blitzing back towards her after her opportunistic smack to his elbow seemed to draw his focus back. She couldn't qualify that as a mistake, exactly, but the result was unfortunate! Someone clearly needed more head trauma!

Sadly, the pipsqueak fox wasn't exactly equipped to make that happen. Shorter, less reach, and less training meant that his guard around his head was pretty much solid unless he actively abandoned it for another maneuver, like in that elbow drop.

And then she saw him drop-step.

Her immediate reaction was to curse, profusely, in the back of her head. He was aiming center mass- she didn't really have the time or space to fall back out of the reach of the blow. She'd also felt the hammering power behind his strikes, and she was positive she couldn't absorb that hit on her throbbing guard without lasting damage it'd take time to mend. Maybe not a break, but bruises bad enough to slow down her training. Being aimed at center mass also meant she didn't really have the time to dive to either side.

So she cheated.

As Farrin launched a drop-step powerhouse that would have made Jack himself proud, Miroru... vanished. Entirely. He felt her arms around his middle an instant later, but no aggression to it, just a concession to breaking the rules as she kept him from losing his balance with no target to strike and push back from.

"Uncle! I give! I can't take a hit like that, dude, you were about to snap me in half!" Miroru's tone was light, excited, half-laughing. "Holy hell, who'd you learn to throw punches from, semi trucks?!"

I can pay no price too great for justice.

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he was gone! Had his head injury been that bad? Farrin wobbled a moment one foot as the other rose from his overextension, but something, or someone apparently, was balancing him out. "Oi, what in the blazin'?" He started to shout until he heard Miroru's voice. "Oh. Eh. Apologies." 

Farrin backed up, standing straight, then ceded to gravity and let himself fall on his bum. His left hand went to work rubbing at his head while he shook his right arm out. He was ground-bound, flailing clover of a man. "Dun' sell yerself short. Yuh tossed me' like a ragdoll." With adrenaline seeing itself out of the bloodstream, the throbbing in his head returned in full force. The elbow shot was one thing, but no amount of arm padding when he hit the ground was staving off the inbound headache. 

"Went ta' a hero prep school before arrivin' 'ere, n' trained wit' a hero from a nearby agency, Above n' Beyond, as well," he finally answered. 

Though the twelve rounds (which certainly wasn't twelve rounds) with Leonid hadn't ended in Farrin's favor, even the old pro-hero recognized Farrin's footwork and hand-to-hand capabilities. There was much for Farrin to learn here at UAU still, but he had certainly arrived with one of the firmer foundations. Between Barty and three years in hero academia already, he had built and refined himself into something of a close-combat machine. Not anywhere close to the best, but a threat to many. 

"Yer a most deceptive one," he turned the conversation back to her. "I can only imagine what condition yuh' left those kids from yer last school in." Hand-to-hand club? It had to be some club to produce this little fox. She had given him more of a run than most at his aforementioned hero prep school.  

"This will certainly be - mutually beneficial," he grinned slightly. 

There wasn't a timeline out there where Farrin wasn't fond of a good, friendly scrap.  

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☆ MISSION SUCCESS ☆

SO strong amazing work y'all 💥💙💙💙

+2,500 EXP!!

Miroru: 1,000 // 3,500
Farrin: 1,000 // 3,500

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