[Elijah]

Kurokami Gen. All For One. Wielder of hundreds of Quirks. The hero to be feared by enemies and allies alike. Thorn to everyone who had the displeasure of exposing themselves to him.

Elijah's roommate. For some reason.

In any case, none of those titles mattered today. For today, Gen was his opponent in the fighting portion of the festival. One on one. Knock down or knock out. Simple rules, though the multiple Quirks thing should actually matter.

Unlike the dreamers of the university, Elijah was realistic. He didn't expect himself to win, no matter how much he (read: others) wanted Gen to lose. At best he'd use this fight as a learning experience; see what the other student chose for powers when the number of choices he had may be infinite. Because again, he was a realist.

And the fact was everyone had their preferences.

Elijah stepped into the arena without fanfare, hands tucked in his pockets, and waited for his opponent to show himself.

Kurokami Gen

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Elijah Hawthorne. The Insider. The cool transfer student from Montreal. A man obviously scarred by tragedy, but unlike most, not defined by it. Cool, calm, collected, but at the end of the day, Quirkless. In other words… an easy win.[break][break]

Gen’s roommate. The only man he deemed interesting enough for that privilege.[break][break]

All those things mattered more than ever before. They were why this match was happening in the first place. Oh yeah, the school will say that these fights were chosen randomly, the teachers will proudly declare that no human bias was involved in the process, but you and I know better than that, don’t we? This is Kurokami Gen we’re talking about. There’s no person he can’t deceive, and no system he can’t cheat.[break][break]

He picked Elijah, not the teachers, and not the hands of fate or whatever other bullshit metaphor you want to use for dumb luck. He’d spent enough time to know him. His strengths, his weaknesses, and everything in between. Not only that, but the bout itself was bound to catch the crowd's eye. There’s a certain morbid entertainment people get from lopsided encounters. Whether it's watching a seven foot tall super heavyweight maul a midget or watching a monster with a thousand Quirks make short work of someone who was born with none. In short, he knew the matchup, and he’d knew it’d get people talking. In short, no better choice for a tune-up.[break][break]

Gen didn’t even wait for his opponent to finish walking up on stage to start his personal brand of psychological torture. The Canadian’s ears would be assaulted by the stadium’s speakers going on full blast. It was far from the most concerning sound surrounding him.[break][break]

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Out of nowhere, an explosion would erupt from the tunnel. A deafening roar of expansive force, followed by a loud sizzling and crackling underscoring it. The stadium was painted a dreadful shade of crimson. Thousands could be heard gasping in unison. Hundreds could be seen trying to run from the pandemonium, their hysteric screams drowned out by the bombastic orchestra. A voice over the P.A. told everyone to remain calm, but to no avail. It was as if Hell itself had broken into our world, and its most terrible Beast had just walked out before our eyes. [break][break]

Amidst the dancing flames, a figure stood at the center, unharmed. No more than a pitch-black silhouette, wavering from the intense heat. An endless abyss in the shape of man. Two red eyes formed in its face, followed by a single line beneath it. A wicked smile, one Elijah had seen a million times before. The figure brought its arms to chest height, before parting them to both sides, and with them, the inferno around it. The scalding seas split, revealing the culprit behind this scene.[break][break]

Kurokami Gen. The Devil Himself.[break][break]

And if he was going to play that role, then he needed to look the part. Gone was the faux-fur hoodie and the T-shirts, and you could bet he wasn’t about to wear that god-awful uniform in its place. He was wearing a three-piece suit. Black blazer and vest with a subtle floral pattern, and under it, a crimson dress shirt, no tie, with the top button undone. His pants and shoes matched the outer part of his attire, both in color and in style. As he reveled in the heat of the moment, the blaze painted his figure in the same shade as the rest of the arena. Combined with his impossibly handsome features, it made for quite an appearance. If looks could kill, then he’d already be on trial for murder.[break][break]

It didn’t take a genius to realize how pleased he was with himself. The moment was just as he'd planned. The taylor-made fit, the pyrotechnics, the music, and especially the looks on everyone’s faces, whether they be horny or horrified. Armed with his killer looks and that shit-eating grin of his, he walked to the marble ring, and with every step he took, his soles left a fiery footprint in his wake. The crowd was already serenading him with a choir of boos, almost drowning out the soundtrack. No one liked a show-off, especially one that endangered the lives of others. It was a miracle no one got hurt.[break][break]

Once on stage, he held out a finger, which immediately set itself ablaze. He brought it up to his mouth, telling the unwashed masses to be silent, which only served to enrage them further. Like blowing out a candle, he extinguished the little light, and in that instant, it was all over. The fire at the entrance ramp, the burning footsteps, the hellish choir, they all disappeared without a trace. In a single breath, he’d killed the lights and sound of his big show. The arena went back to normal, as if nothing ever happened, and now, the two fighters were left standing just a few meters away from each other.[break][break]

With all of that ruckus out of the way, Gen could finally do what he did best. Talk. “I know it might seem like a lot, but if I’m gonna’ be beating your ass, I might as well look good while doing it.” Grasping his clean-shaven jawline, he turned to his next victim. “Don’t you agree, Eli-chan~?”
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[Elijah]

And there were the theatrics Elijah was expecting. Man of many powers aiming for a grand entrance was not surprising to him. Though as cool as it would've been for him to remain passive to the display, even he was momentarily overwhelmed by it; his brow furrowing and real hand moving to plug one of his ears to dampen the noise. It didn't have much effect from the way he winced. There was an attempt at least.

But he was learning. Gen was a fan of fire, and his ability to stand in the midst of it unharmed confirmed the suspicions he had when he first saw it. Possible he was going to use that a lot in the fight then.

Compared to the student dressed to impress, Elijah outfitted himself in something more practical. Beyond the PE outfit provided by the university - which even he would agree was hideous but he didn't particularly care about his appearance - he wore a vest over it that held his throwing knives, as well as holsters at his sides for his larger daggers. Looks that could kill to a different degree.

Elijah sighed once all the noise and fire was shut off, lowering his hand. He didn't react much more than that, even when Gen declared his surefire win. They were on the same page in that regard.

He would make one thing clear though. "Show too much of your power and you'll eventually expose weaknesses that can be exploited. Personally..." He drew a knife with his right arm. His prosthetic, usually metallic in nature, now sported a suspicious shade of green. "I'm interested to see how fast I find one."

The alarm that signalled the start of the match sounded, and Elijah launched his weapon straight at his opponent's torso, flying faster than what he was usually capable of.

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OOC: B- strength because he's using the Vine! The knife is thrown with this arm.

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“What’s wrong?” Gen knew what he was doing. It didn’t take a genius-level intellect to guess that his asymmetrically-shaped friend with a burnt mug wasn’t a fan of fire. He always loved finding people’s scars and pouring salt on them, but Elijah, he wore those plain on his singular sleeve. That little twitch, the grimace breaking the ever-present poker face, they were all he needed to confirm that suspicion. “Afraid I’ll take the other arm?” He was getting to him, and the real fireworks hadn’t even started yet. [break][break]

It didn’t take a mastermind to know that a reply was coming. Eli wasn’t being subtle about the method either. Before the bell had rung, he’d already picked out the means to extract his pound of flesh, and his attire made it clear where he’d be drawing his tools from. Being Quirkless and all, the only real threat came if he got too close with those. “Still, pretty cruel of the school to set this match up.” On paper, there was no way that thing could pose a threat to him. “It's almost like they want you to los-” And then, the bell rang.[break][break]

Gen’s eyes barely had any time to widen before the knife cut through the space between them. It lodged itself deep into his chest, ripping into the immaculate black vest. The impact shook him, driving him back by a step and causing him to double over in grievous pain. The teachers’ eyes steadied, ready to end the contest at any moment. The crowd didn’t know whether to gasp at the possible murder they just witnessed, or to be happy about who it happened to. Almost falling to one knee, Gen looked down at the wound, before painfully gritting his teeth at his murderer. “You…”[break][break]

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“I knew you had it in you, Eli-chan~”[break][break]

Were it not for the knife still sticking out of his guts, then you’d swear that nothing had happened. Gen was standing upright, no hints of pain and no drop of blood to be seen anywhere on him. A simple flick of the blade revealed how innefective the ambush was. “Attacking me out of the gate like that.” Despite his antics, though, an eagle-eyed viewer could tell Gen wasn’t unharmed. Under the act, he was showing some discomfort, but nothing compared to what you’d expect from being stabbed in the stomach. “I can almost respect it.” [break][break]

“Still…” It was going to be hard to pay attention to it, considering what he was about to do next. "If you’re trying to beat me, you should try going for the kill…” He grabbed the knife, ripping it from his wound. The steel had been painted a visceral shade of crimson, and then. “Like this!”[break][break]

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He jammed that thing right into his eye. Blood gushed out of the socket, a sight enough to make some viewers faint and vomit. A painful sight, to be sure, yet the only one who didn’t seem bothered by it was Gen himself. “Not like it would’ve changed anything, though.” Without a care in the world, he ripped the blade out, letting more plasma gush onto the floor. “See?” Almost as soon as the wound was exposed, Elijah could see it beginning to close, and before another blade could be launched, his roomie was fit as a fiddle. Same as he was when he walked in, only he now had a knife on his hands. [break][break]

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[Elijah]

It was obvious Gen was trying to rile him up. He always aimed at people's weaknesses with his scathing remarks, and the way he set out to deal with Elijah was no exception. It really didn't take a genius to see how he got his scars. He pressed his lips together. Definitely expecting a lot of fire then.

In any case, he executed his first move and it was a direct hit. Now how would Gen respond to that? By taking out the knife and stabbing himself in the face with it apparently. Elijah expected many things, but that wasn't one of them. "Yikes." As the crowd wretched at the scene, he squinted.

Gen didn't block the attack. Didn't hold Emilia's durability, where the knife would've just bounced off her. So either he took the hit on purpose to show off his healing, or he genuinely wasn't fast enough to dodge and he happened to not have a Quirk similar to Emilia's. He didn't know which it was yet. But in standing close to the sophomore compared to the watchers, Elijah did notice the discomfort, minimal and temporary as it was.

He tilted his head. Interesting.

He opted not to comment on that part, instead responding to the rest of the act Gen so readily put up. "Thank you for demonstrating. You have no reason to complain then." Plenty of times he had to replace his metal blades with wood during spars due to how lethal they were. Explosive energies and punches that can decimate concrete were a default for some, yet somehow a knife was what people worried about. At least he didn't have to hold back here.

The healing would've made the matchup impossible if knocking someone down was the only goal. As it stood, even if Elijah was going to lose, at least he could go for the other option. "It also means there's only one way left for me to win." He didn't need to explain further. Gen would know.

So without further preamble, Elijah quickly sent out two more knives before closing the distance himself, larger daggers gripped in both hands.

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Huh. For a normie, Elijah was oddly unphased. Good for him, but like it was gonna’ matter. By the sounds of things, the crowd was already dancing in the palm of his hands. Still, it wasn’t like he could afford to take his roommate lightly. After all, they were both equally powerless. “Aww, that’s cute~” Almost playfully, he slid and twisted the knife between his fingers, playing with it. Something about holding it in his hands just felt natural. “You still think you can win.” The blade floated, mere inches above his palm, hovering.[break][break]

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The urchin’s hand traced a line, one that, from his perspective, connected both of the spinning blades. A moment later, the knife he held, still painted red, flew in an arc, intercepting them at top speed. The audience saw everything the way Gen intended. A knife flying at his command. A third Quirk used in the span of seconds, blind to the wiring that made this trick possible. For Elijah, he could see his smokescreen working, taking his opponent’s attention and letting him cut the distance ahead of his attempt on Gen’s life.[break][break]

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[Elijah]

Telekinesis.

Or rather, "Esper" he supposed. It was a new power Gen was showcasing in the fight, used to deflect the knives he threw. A simple enough maneuver to differentiate from letting himself get stabbed.

It begged the question though: why not use it on the person charging straight at him? The resistance Elijah would offer would be minimal; he wasn't particularly heavy nor strong. Not to mention the fact he was Quirkless. Gen knew this since the first day they met. As far as he knew, throwing him out the arena with his mind would've been simple. Yet the power was only used on the knives.

Maybe there was a drawback at play. For every boon the man took up, he had to work with its weaknesses as well. Whoever had the Quirk likely couldn't use it on people, either because of their weight or maybe because they were not inanimate. Heck, maybe there was no reason at all. Not every power needed to have rules.

Whatever it was, it suited Elijah just fine. It meant he had no need switch up his plan, at least for the time being.

The dreaded student continued his charge, not letting the deflected blades slow his step. Only when he was close enough did he aim his daggers towards his torso in the hopes of pushing him back that way.

Kurokami Gen

[Kurokami Gen]

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Miseria Cantare

Love, your hate Your faith lost

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Gen’s smile only lasted a moment, quickly turning to look of shock as he spotted Elijah charging behind the projectiles, two more blades in tow. He was closing in fast, too. Didn’t matter if it was a sprint or a marathon, the little shit had no chance of outrunning his roommate. The transfer student kept closing and closing, until finally, he could feel his blades digging into something, and liquid pouring out of the wound. However, he felt neither flesh nor blood.[break][break]

“『Eternal Winter』”[break][break]

Moments before the blades would reach him, a wall of ice, standing over 7 feet in height, appeared between the two students. See through, but blurred. Elijah and Gen could see each other’s silhouettes through out, but the finer details would escape them. Like glass, the image would crack, distorting into a thousand pieces from the moment the blades made a home inside of them.[break][break]

“Almost got me”, as he taunted his opponent further, Gen’s figure began to move behind the translucent surface. Moments later, Elijah would see his roommate soaring above the wall and a familiar sight and sound crackling in his left arm. His old enemy. Fire. “For all that’s worth.”[break][break]

“『Conflagration』”[break][break]

Purple flames rioted from the tip’s of his fingers to the point of his elbow, dancing along every inch of his limb. A build up he could barely contain, until slowly, he aimed his palm down towards his opponent, ready to fire. It was time to test how scared Elijah was. Would he recoil at the mere sight of it, or would he grow enraged? Either way, Gen was dying to know.[break][break]

[attr="class","curragebot"] Please allow me to introduce myself[break]I'm a man of wealth and taste[break]Been around for a long, long year[break] Stole many a man's, soul and faith.

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[Elijah]

The daggers dug into something, but the sudden chill surprised the scarred student, eyes widening at the fractured image of his opponent. A harsh sigh escaped him. It was a miss but at least it drew out another one of his roommate's powers. He wasn't sure if he had anything to tackle the ice with though.

But that was a problem for another time, because Gen was moving again to reveal-

Ah. There was the fire he expected.

The mind was a funny thing. One would expect him to have flashbacks of his home upon seen the flames. How they burned his family alive. How he nearly met the same fate. How it was all his fault, all because he got tiny hands on a lighter.

He didn't though. What occupied his mind instead was how the violet hue that engulfed Gen's arm matched the re-triggered flames of their dorm. Because he wanted to give Elijah a hard time on his first day or something. To think he really wanted to sell that story of how it was all an accident.

That was enough reminiscing though. Elijah closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened them again, his stare was trained not on the embers but on the man himself. His plan was simple.

Don't give him a chance to fire.

He steadied his stance as he reared his right arm back to prepare a punch. Normally it would be ineffective; his opponent kept well out of arm's length with the way he was floating, so it would be impossible to reach him from where he was standing. But when he threw his fist forward, his arm grew.

And grew.

And grew.

Plant fibres crossed the distance between the two students, and his prosthetic split into several vines at the halfway point. His goal was to have them surround Gen on all sides and ensnare him that way to restrict his movement. Maybe throw him out of the ring if he was lucky.

Elijah was never known for his luck though.

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Nature and technology, acting as one. An intricate web of biomechanical shooting out of his stump at supersonic speed. A web of vines aiming to constrict his body and contract the distance. In the face of this match-ending assault, Gen had only thought crossing his mind.

Damn, that arm is so cool!

Every vine pierced not only reached their intended target, they perforated straight through it. The tendrils pierced through the imp’s body with the same ease as a hot knife through paper. Strangely enough, though. Elijah felt none of it. None of the usual feedback was there. Though it went clean through Gen’s body, that arm did not find purchase in it. Clueing the transfer student in on what was about to happen next.[break][break]

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Moments before he said it, the corner of Elijah’s eye saw something moving next to the wall. Should he turn to look, Gen would already be there, purple flames dancing in his left arm. His gameplan was going right as expected. As soon as Elijah saw the fire, he would do everything in his power to try and stop it. Desperation made people stronger, faster, but it also made it harder for them to look at the bigger picture.[break][break]

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Pressure.

Elijah was familiar with it. Not just with the kind people felt when consequences were on the horizon, but also the type where two forces were exerted against each other. Similar to objects weighing down on the surface he sunk into, he should've felt something when he successfully hit his opponent.

But he didn't. The mistake would cost him.

His eyes snapped to the flare as soon as he registered the illusion. Gen's true location; where he meant to attack from this whole time. His arm now acted as a hindrance instead of the boon it was supposed to be. He wouldn't be able to reel it back fast enough to regain his mobility. So Elijah drew his dagger from his side and cut it off.

The fake arm of course. He felt the heat on his face by the time he let the vines fall, running past them before they landed in the hopes it would at least block the fire's reach, at least for the time being.

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A misstep was all it took.

Elijah evaded the initial blast, but he was down an arm as a result. And because he pushed its growth to reach his opponent with it initially, it'll take time to regrow. Which put the student on full defensive as he tried to avoid Gen's onslaught.

It was evident the other man had the better range. Coupled with the fact he had basically every Quirk at his disposal, it was a miracle that Elijah lasted as long as he did. He could toss a sneaky blade once in a while with his real arm to surprise him, but they were simply flicked away. Distractions were all he could do against the guy who jabbed himself in the eye with his own knife.

Eventually, the alarm signalling the end of the match sounded. With both of them still standing, Elijah looked at his feet.

The line was before him. He stepped out of bounds.

His loss was expected - Elijah didn't let himself think he had a shot at winning - but losing due to his own lack of focus wasn't. It was a poor performance by his standards. And what would be on his mind as he walked out the stadium with his hands in his pockets.

As unceremonious as his entrance.

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