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or whatever reason, Farrin and Jun's paths had stayed relatively clear of each other for a time. The powers that had deigned it so it seemed. That was, until today. Not that the young lad minded. Whatever differences they had, they didn't stain Jun's character. She could be pretty uptight and unyielding, but Farrin knew he could be stubborn, too. At the end of the day, he still thought her one of the good ones.

Back to today. Well, Farrin wasn't one to shy away from patrol assignments. He took on any and all, then went out and about on his own time as well. A preliminary license really made all the difference. Sure, he technically was only supposed to act if he happened to come across danger, but if he happened to be out and about in the city, well, there was always bound to be danger. That wasn't the case today, though; this was legitimate coursework. And he and Jun had been assigned together once again. 

"So, didja get caught up in all tha' dreamin' craziness?" He asked as the two crossed a rooftop with a decent vantage point over the city outskirts they were assigned. 

The dream festival and the following attack took place only a few weeks ago. Word bumbled about the university's hallways, rumors about the attack's true nature and origination, but as far as Farrin knew, nobody had all the answers yet. He had been caught in the green wave while heading back to campus after he and Josephine went their own ways. Then the world went crazy. For three days, he was beaming through Tokyo's streets, trying to keep peace where possible and quelling the chaos where he could. It was a whole mess. One he hoped would not soon be repeated.     

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

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[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... Jun's calf still ached from her little endeavor during the Dreamworld fiasco. That entire week was trying between the problems she had prior to the festival and the quirk swapping after. There was a lot to process still, and even more was to not take her quirk for granted anymore. It was something special, her power and her light. At the very least, she learned she could manage one of Gen's 'quirk's'. There were some things she was thinking on regarding that, but she had to prioritize. Like this patrol. Dealing with Farrin. She let out a sigh, shaking her head. "You ever deal with a girl named Ylva? Or Kurokami Gen?" This wasn't her dodging the question with her own, it was her summarizing her experience. Which, needless to say, was unpleasant. Especially Ylva! Gen she expected to be a pain in her backside because it was Gen, but Ylva? She had a brain, there was no need for her to be especially difficult during that time. "Things are still wired up from that period. Probably best to keep an eye on the ground..." This was her real effort to deflect the question. But mostly because she sucked at small talk. Farrin

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lva and Kurokami Gen. The latter sounded slightly familiar. The former? He hadn't a clue. Just where was this going? Had she been mixed up with these two when the attack happened? Were they hurt? Farrin had run into Marlene and, oddly, Zenkai on the third day of the attack. Together they ran a rather rambunctious gang out of a repurposed police station. Criminals, taking advantage of the chaos, turned it into a club and stored many of those trapped in this dream world in there, right beside some sort of sacrificial altar. Crazy shite.  

"Can't say I have," he answered, ascending the rooftop ledge and looking below. 

This far out from the city's heart, the buildings didn't reach as high in the skies. Most were only a few stories tall. Maybe the ward was more residential than commercial? It was rather quiet. A few cars passed below, as did the occasional passerby. Nobody was in a rush, just a few leisurely strolls.  

"I'll take a stab at it n' assume you were wit' 'em when e'erythin happened?" Farrin pulled a protein bar from his socket. Tore the top off the wrapper and bit right in. Chocolate flavored. Yum. "Yuh' want one?" He offered after scarfing down that first bite. 

Then his eyes were back on the streets. She wasn't wrong. It was in complacency's shadow that evil took root. Shite always hit the fan when you least expected it. 

And the stinker storm was coming their way soon. Only a few blocks behind the duo, three figures stood atop a building that had about three stories of height over the one the students occupied. Spies spying on spies. Or something like that. 

"So, that's the target? Right?" One of the figured asked.

 "Confirmed," answered another.

"Then what are we waiting for?" 

"We move when lady Delilah tells us to move, cool your jets," number three chimed in.

"Maybe you're content sitting on your ass, but we have a job to do, and it's sitting right in front of us. Come on, let's get this show on the-"

"That's enough of that, Enjinn," Delilah cut the man off, her words that of honeyed venom, sweet but not without threat, "Dokab is correct. You'll move on my word. I want to watch for a few more moments, that's all. I'll let you off the leash soon. Promise."     

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

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[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... Jun nodded, rubbing the back of her neck. "Yeah. Rather not talk about it." While she did seem defensive, it wasn't her usual barricades she threw up. The less she could think on that incident, the better; her disappointment could only run so deep. "Uh, no thanks. I'll worry about food when we're done with patrol." While she had gotten over her finals fervor, she had gotten back into her bad habit of neglecting her health again. Case in point, she had absolutely nothing since the night before. While her body fought her on the offer of the bar, she was resolute to wait. Maybe a breakfast meal would be good...with fried fish and eggs and hashbrowns and- Her stomach grumbled at the thought, forcing her to put her hand over it. Why is it you don't say anything when people offer, but get upset when I start thinking of food? It didn't help that she was slowly developing a sinking feeling in her gut that made the sensation even worse. Every time she had been on a patrol with Farrin something always went wrong, and despite her hopes that this was going to be quiet her trope senses told her otherwise. "I'm gonna head over to the other end of the street," she says, pointing at another rooftop. "Try to get eyes on other parts. More coverage and all that." Farrin

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 arrin's gaze lifted from the calm of the streets below and shot Jun a quizzical stare. Still keeping that distance? Farrin was no stranger to pride, but their path was populated with enough obstacles as it was. There was no sense in building even more. If she wanted to go hungry, that was her choice, but Farrin pocketed that extra protein bar just in case. 

"If yuh' say so," he answered, turning again to the streets, "jus' lemme know if yuh' change yer' mind." 

It was an open offer for the duration of their patrol. Gotta fuel the tank eventually. Farrin was no cook, liable to set the kitchen ablaze making toast. So, he kept his room stacked with boxes of protein bars. It was something to snack on during those few hours he was in his dorm room or when it was convenient to carry some meal replacement with him rather than head to the cafeteria.

"Think I'll head below fer' a sec, check the angles blocked from up 'ere," he said, letting himself drop over the edge, "jus' give us a shout if-" 

And then his voice was gone. Cut off out of nowhere. 

"I've got him. Go now," Delilah muttered to the others from atop her perch. 

"Finally," Machina cheered, leaping from the building and toward Farrin's path of descent. 

"Keep focused, Machina. He's still dangerous," Merodach warned his ally, trailing his every move. 

The latter two did little to conceal their presence. If Jun turned back when Farrin was seemingly cut off, she would likely notice the duo as they leaped in the same direction he had. And if she inspected the space just over the edge of the roof, where Farrin had jumped, she would find the air itself warbled ever so slightly, like heat fraction against a heated road or a mirage in the desert. Something about this space was different. If she touched it, she, too, would seemingly disappear.   

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[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... Splitting up was a bad idea, but in this particular case it seemed harmless. She preferred the high ground as it let her see more in a short time, but she couldn't argue that not all angles could be covered. Much as she wanted to keep eyes on Farrin too, she wasn't going to stop him. What didn't make sense was how abrupt he had been cut off. Was he being passive aggressive? That was her thing, that didn't make sense. She looked over where he should have been. He was in the middle of a sentence, but even if the end of it was while he was falling she would have heard it. She moved over to the end of the building, expecting to see the time twister down below. Nothing. That bad feeling only got worse. Especially when she took note of several odd things: the figures in the distance, and the heat wave in mid air. We're under attack. She didn't know what the quirk was, who those people were, only that this was an ambush. She'd look down over the edge again, not seeing Farrin, and an ill feeling coming back to her. Oh no, not another pocket dimension! She let out a sigh, knowing there was nothing much she could do. She leapt through the "portal", knowing that the best thing to do was to find Farrin, get out of the dimension, and deny her opponents battle. At least, that was the smart thing to do. Farrin

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 world cast in shades of blue and gray. Farrin stood firm on the street below, his golden gaze journeying across the lifeless city. This was Tokyo, but it wasn't. As if someone poked a hole in the world, then sucked out all the life and warmth. A depressing miasma drenched metal and stone, all the frameworks, and all the structures surrounding him. Two silhouettes moved about the crosswalk at the end of the street, shadows of human shape. The uncanny beings spoke in inaudible words that mimicked language but without any of the nuance, like hearing one's words from below water. 

"Eh, hello! Could yuh' tell me-" The silhouettes disappeared. "Oh, what the feckin' hell is this?" His words tapered off. Fruitless effort anyway. Who was going to answer? The shadow people? 

Oh shite! Jun! Farrin looked up, and there he found another silhouette, but this one was growing closer. Then it took shape and color. Speak of the devil, and she shall appear. Jun would find herself in that same space, a dark, depressed mirror to the world. 

The two villains would immediately follow. "Remember, we're here to subdue!" Merodach shouted as the two descended into the space. The mercenary took aim with a long-barreled handgun, then fired for Farrin's legs. "Quit your yapping. There's two of them! We can have some fun" Machina followed. He cocked his arm back, a pistol pulling from his elbow, then slamming down. He swung for Jun with strength enough to crunch a car like a paper ball. 

Meanwhile, a distance away, Delilah watched. "Whoops," she snickered, "didn't mean to let her in, but that's on them for not jumping in before she did. Oh well, their problem now."      

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[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... "-OH ZARK!" Jun didn't know what she was to expect jumping into a portal like that, but for some reason part of her thought she'd come out in another dimension with it's own floor and all that. The problem was that it did, and it was fast approaching. Thinking fast, Jun took one of the anchor's and flung it up, the end catching something as she hit the hard break on her winch. She successfully stopped plummeting, but it wasn't the gentle stop one would expect. It was sudden, and pretty harsh; if it wasn't for the harness sewn into her suit, she was certain she'd hurt something bad. So there she was, hanging partially upside down a few feet above the ground with one hip further up in the air than the other as she looked down at Farrin. "Why can't we just have a normal day and a normal patrol, like the time we made sure there were no problems at that festival in Osaka?" She made a quick look around, and the place was basically the same as where they came from, only darker and more depressed. "...Why is there a mood filter on everythi-" she stopped as the villains made their appearance. There was little she could do to help Farrin in this position, and it didn't take long for her to have her own problems to worry about. She grabbed the other anchor off the other wince, wrapped the chain she was currently suspended from around her leg, and pulled herself into a position to avoid the blow. It missed her by an inch, which she was grateful for as that looked like it would hurt. "Sir! I will fight you in a minute! Let me get my bearings!" She threw the anchor down, the chain from it wrapping around his arm. She'd unwrap the chain around her leg, pressing a button on that winch to start ascending. "Oberon, I'll be right back! I'm taking this with me, please don't die!" She'd ensure there was enough length between herself and her opponent, and once she was twenty feet up (ten for the friend) she let out a sigh. "So...who are you? And why are you extending the time it'll take me to get the best quality burger from the best American restaurant around?" Farrin

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