[junsuina]

[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... Agitation was something that Jun felt more and more as time passed her by. Her frustrations with trying to find her place in the world and what her overarching goals were weighed down on her, and despite having a nice little net of friends to fall back on and vent to, she would always find herself not good enough. Enter Kurokami Gen. With how he talked Jun knew that he was bound to get beat up at some point or another, so she did her best to be polite. He made it incredibly hard to be polite, though. It didn't help that he hung around Ana a lot, which meant that she was exposed to his spewing venthole called a mouth more often than not. And yet, low and behold, the one time he decided to catch her out in the open it was when she was working on her hobby things. Warhammer 80k was both a game and a past time for her, as it was one of those things that she did to bond with her dad. This far away from home made it hard to enjoy the hobby like it used to, and Gen had appropriated it. Which, yeah, it was cool he was getting into it, but she just didn't want to play with him. Although the game she had felt incredibly good; he obviously didn't know how to play very well. But the near end of the game was why she was here today. He made a proposition: a real world strategy thing. Gather up some of the freshmen, help train them up, and do a 3v3 team event later on in the semester. Losing coach had to openly admit in public that the other party was not a good strategist. Initially she wanted to turn him down, finish that particular game, and go about her life, but before she did she couldn't help but pause. Gen sucked, but he rarely if ever tried to do anything with other people, and him wanting to be actively involved with freshman was weird. Did he lose a screw? Was he planning something extra vile? Or...was he actually interested in trying? She let out a sigh. She reached out to a few potential freshmen if they were interested in participating in a team-inspired event, wondering who all might exactly show up. She accepted his terms, knowing good and well that win or lose, it was at the very least a good way to help the new students catch their bearings. Miroru Sebastian Sinclaire Shana Inoue

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[Miroru]

Rokuhane Miroru

Department of Heroes Freshman

Prism, the Spectrum Hero

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[Hey! This is Miroru. You mentioned a team event? I'm down. I need more experience. Can you give me any more info on what we're doing or when we're gonna meet up?]

Miroru hit send and tucked her phone away again before going back to working out. She was in her room, doing push-ups at the moment, taking advantage of the current quiet and isolation of a solo bedroom to avoid having to go out into the world for something so simple as a work-out. A pull-up bar was in her closet door, and her laptop was open to a video playlist of science topics pertaining to EM fields, mechanical engineering and the like, absorbing the information as she pushed her body to improve even while she studied.

It'd be interesting to see who showed up for the team event! Surely a bunch of likewise high motivation individuals like herself!

Surely!

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[Shana Inoue]

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[attr="class","Rajahright"]Shana was... not the easiest person to text. She had only just barely gotten a phone because of how disastrous it would be if she didn't have any way to talk to her family. Mainly on both their ends with how she would have missed being away from the small ones too much, and she would be too worried about them to ever properly focus. However, with how Shana's paws were, it meant that she couldn't directly manipulate the phone herself. So she'd often have to request whomever was closest to her to help her with her phone. Which is why when it beeped she immediately figured it was someone from her family, and sought help from the nearest group to figure out what was happening. However, she was actually told the opposite, that this was about training. Something that she was, while not as important as her family, pretty much one of the few topics that did manage to hold her interest as she'd get them to help her send back a text. "Shana says that she would like to participate but would like to know when and where this event is happening." [attr="class","RajahExtra"]Tags - Notes -

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[Sebastian Sinclaire]

Sebastian ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ Sinclaire [attr="class","FaustContent"]"Sounds like a pain," he'd say flat out. Sebastian didn't have a phone. Why? Phone plans are expensive, and Sebastian was flat broke. Between never being employed and his parents cutting him off, it's kind of hard to afford a phone plan, y'feel? But hey that's just life, innit? And so their conversation to rope him into this whole nonsense would've had to be in person. He lowered his sunglasses to look at her with a condescending expression, putting his poor manners on full display as he'd very obviously judged her at the same time that he was rejecting her. "Why would I want to bust my ass working hard so that you can prove you're a better teacher than someone else?" he'd ask in his usual sing-song tone. "No, no, no that doesn't make much sense to me! Sorry, sweetheart, but I am definitely not your guy! At least, not if you want to win." And there it was, unknowingly he could've just dug his own grave. Was Jun just doing this to satisfy her own ego, or was she trying to make a genuine difference in the lives of her juniors? If the competition was an ego play, then roping in someone that's actually motivated and competent would've been the play. If it was a matter of doing the right thing, then there weren't too many students at U.A. that were averse to this whole hero shit than Sebastian, making him an ideal candidate to reform. [attr="class","FaustNotes"][attr="class","FaustTags"]• Sebastian Sinclaire • junsuina • Miroru • Shana Inoue •

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[junsuina]

[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... Jun's eye couldn't help but twitch. This is what honesty got her, even if her intent was completely different. Well, her pride WAS on the line...but she could do two things at once! If there was a win then she could be smug, but if not then she still put in hours to mentor all these freshmen! Had to count for something, right? "Winning is just a bonus here," she says, walking around to keep in front of Sebastian. "Look, you have a unique quirk. Wouldn't it be cool to train it up?" How did she appeal to someone like this? "I'll make you a deal. You show up to the first meeting, check out the other members of the team, and I'll...buy you lunch. Every training session after that is on you to show up to, but I don't want you to walk away with the wrong idea. This isn't about winning or losing. It's about becoming the best that you can be. Or...whatever it is you're after at this school..." That was another conversation she played through her mind. It was irritating, but she didn't know what else to do about a third. The messages she received were met with the same response: Meeting room three, main building, after four. We're going to be discussing game plan and expectations. It was the same thing that she told Sebastian before they parted ways, for better or worse. Miroru seemed to be the type that was interested in the whole teamwork thing, so there were high hopes there. Shana she didn't know, but Jun had heard she could be a little rash. She could only hope for the best... Miroru Sebastian Sinclaire Shana Inoue

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[Sebastian Sinclaire]

Sebastian ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ Sinclaire [attr="class","FaustContent"]Yeah...He did have a cool quirk! Ah, but what good was training it even further going to do him? His quirk already did everything he needed it to do: turn anything into a nice, bouncy bed for him to nap on. "Cool? Sure, but is the effort worth the reward? I prefer to stay within the realm of easy if and whenever possible. Hard work is just...oh so very tiring." Even the thought alone was enough to make him feel tired as he stretched his arms out and slumped forward, his eyes half closed. It was only when she mentioned a free lunch that he perked back up. Well...Conditionally free lunch which meant that it wasn't free at all. The words of his old economics teacher in middle school echoed in his head: "There's no such thing as a free lunch!" Damn. Mr. Fatz tried to warn him of situations like this. Still, it couldn't hurt to get a new meal ticket in Jun since it wasn't like Kioko was available to feed him breakfast, brunch, lunch, linner, dinner, dessiner, and dessert. "Free lunch just for showing up!? You should've opened with that! Well, now I'm all sorts of motivated!" The rest of her motivational platitudes were lost on him. He was already fantasizing about the lavish meal he was going to make Jun foot the bill for. Ohohoho! This was going to be fantastic: a free delicious meal just to show up to her timeshare pitch or whatever it was this was about. He had already forgotten! "Whelp, I better go and get to training in preparation for day one! Yes indeed, yes indeed!" he said with a renewed sense of vigor, continuing his sing-song delivery. Of course, by training he meant rushing back to his room to take a nap while dreaming about that free meal which is exactly what he did after squaring away the meeting details with her. After his nap, he rolled out of his bed and into the bathroom to get ready for the day. He looked like he had just woken up and he was still wearing his pajamas. He brushed his teeth and left his dorm room, doing absolutely nothing else to make himself look more presentable for the meeting. He was early. Very early. Why? Because he wanted to take another nap before the meeting actually started. That last nap really took all the energy out of him. As soon as he got into the meeting room, he sat in the far back row and laid down upon a bed of elasticity and knocked out for the next couple of hours until the meeting."" [attr="class","FaustNotes"][attr="class","FaustTags"]• Sebastian Sinclaire • junsuina • Miroru • Shana Inoue •

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[Miroru]

Rokuhane Miroru

Department of Heroes Freshman

Prism, the Spectrum Hero

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"YOU."

Miroru yelped, infuriated, as she entered the meeting room and found Sebastian sleeping in yet another invisible shinbreaker. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?! Didn't you inflict enough damage by littering the commons with all those hammocks of yours, Sinclaire?! Find someplace else to nap, this room is reserved for people that actually wanna improve themselves and their teamwork, not for... for... nappers! There's plenty of rooftops and shady trees for those!"

The redhead walked right over to Sebastian's hammock and started shoving on it to bounce him awake and get him moving. "Go on, get! This room is occupado! And no whining! Thank your lucky stars this is going better than last time!"

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[Sebastian Sinclaire]

Sebastian ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ Sinclaire [attr="class","FaustContent"]Sebastian simply rolled over at her initial protests, doing his best to ignore her. It wasn't until she started shaking his hammock that he actually responded, throwing himself off the side and onto the ground. Laying flat on his face, he slowly rolled his head to the side and lifted the headband so that he could flash his eyes at her. "Oh hey...It's you," he said with a yawn. "Oh...Still plain today too, I see," he joked, unable to actually see anything from the angle he was at. He just liked poking the bear. Bounding back up to his feet, he climbed back into his invisible hammock and pulled the mask down to resume his nap. "And for the record, I'm here for the whole self-improvement and all of that fun stuff. I may be a piece of shit right now, but I do want to be a better me," he said in his usual sing-song tone while waving his hand dismissively at her. It probably didn't sound genuine in the slightest. ...It wasn't genuine in the slightest. "But, hey, if you want to antagonize me, I guess I can go back to my dorm and wallow in misery like the piece of shit that I am," he sighed before letting his head fall back to get back to the dream he just left. [attr="class","FaustNotes"][attr="class","FaustTags"]• Sebastian Sinclaire • junsuina • Miroru • Shana Inoue •

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[junsuina]

[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... Jun took a deep breath, slowly letting it out. They hadn't even started, and already there was division. Awesome. Standing up she cleared her throat, pushing her chair under the table. "Actually, Miroru, I invited him," she says, moving around to better face them. "We're supposed to have a third, but I don't know what's keeping them...I'll fill them in when I can, but I guess I can start telling you two the details." She leaned against the table, crossing her arms as she started to figure out how to best present this. "Another second year by the name of Kurokami Gen...we'll say 'approached' me regarding an idea he had. It's like a real world wargame, but for heroes. Basically, he suggested that me and him make some teams, help train them up, and then at the end of the semester pit the teams against each other to see how they do. Like a three on three bout." She shrugged a little, deciding for now to leave out the whole wager thing. To her it wasn't important. "You two, and a girl named Shana, are the ones I've chosen to be my team. I figured as a start we could get to know each other a little better, set expectations, see where each one of us could improve, that sort of thing." She eyed Sebastian, a deadpan expression on her face. "I'd like to note that the world of hero work is difficult, and very dangerous. I'd like to emphasis that while this competition is in good fun and to test the mettle of our fellow classmates, there is real applications to this. I want us to push our limits, to strive further than we've ever walked, and really show off that Plus Ultra attitude!" She'd try to strike a heroic pose, which looked absolutely goofy in the end. She didn't really know what she was doing, if she was being honest. Miroru Sebastian Sinclaire Shana Inoue

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[Miroru]

Rokuhane Miroru

Department of Heroes Freshman

Prism, the Spectrum Hero

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Jun interrupted just in time. As Sebastian called back to their original introduction, every light in the room had started to flicker, the room starting to darken and the air going "cold" as she started to eat the light in preparation to -complete another bit- teach Sebastian the lesson he hadn't learned the first time!

Jun announcing she'd invited him, and hearing him threaten to use her as an excuse to fuck off and self-deprecate, left Miroru agawk, staring in shock and moderate fury, before crossing her arms and glancing away with a prim snort. "HMPH. Fine. So be it. Welcome to the team, *i]Sinclaire-san.

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Kurokami Gen. Miroru made eye contact- she remembered that name. The asshole Jun couldn't stand, the one dating her roommate, wasn't it? Hm. Interesting. It'd be nice to triumph over an asshole, that was for sure.

Her thought train crashed at that pose, and it was all Miroru could do to mostly guard the cringe at the end, and to clap politely. "Ah... here here! I'm all for improvement and teamwork, and hopefully we can treat this as a way to bond with the other team, too. Healthy competition, you know..? I'm down with pushing ourselves and really challenging each other, too."

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[Sebastian Sinclaire]

Sebastian ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ Sinclaire [attr="class","FaustContent"]Having Jun come to his defense and hearing her reluctantly back down after his weak attempt at guilt-tripping her, he smirked and audibly snorted to mock her as if he were stifling a laugh. Too easy, man...Too easy. He had to keep this in mind for future interactions with her. He just loved pushing people's buttons. Before completely dozing off, he caught Jun's little uninspiring speech. He would've actually fell back asleep had she not struck that "heroic pose." He may have had his eyes covered, but he could sense the cringe. It sent shivers down his spine as he got secondhand embarrassment. Truly, it was an incredible feat considering Sebastian had almost no shame at all. "Holy shit," he shouted. "Jun, I literally cannot see you right now, and I genuinely want to gouge my eyes out from witnessing that cringe shit, dude," he heckled, cupping his hands around his mouth. "If that was your whole attempt at trying to inspire me to actually be a better me, I'd rather, like, be worse somehow," he continued. Still laying down in his makeshift bed, he raised an arm and pointed to the door. "You need to work to your audience better, man. You think you're going to motivate me by telling me shit like how I need to work hard—that I need to muster a 'Plus Ultra attitude' to succeed—whatever that means? Not even ol' Plain Jane over here is inspired, and she's the type to eat that bull up like it was a can of Fancy Feast™. Leave, come back inside, and try again." Putting his hand back into his bed, he put his hands together, turned over, and laid the side of his head on them like a pillow, ready to resume his nap while he waited for Jun's response. [attr="class","FaustNotes"][attr="class","FaustTags"]• Sebastian Sinclaire • junsuina • Miroru • Shana Inoue •

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[junsuina]

[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... Ouch. Jun seemed to deflate, shoulders slumping as she considered both Miroru's politeness and Sebastian's...critique. She didn't know how to handle stuff like this, and she knew deep down she wasn't a leader. Did she want to be an inspiration to others? Heck yeah she did. But she didn't know how to go about that, especially in this hero world. With a dejected look she shuffled out the room, holding the door closed as she set her head against the door. It didn't help that almost all her social knowledge came second hand and from fictitious sources. Expectations of herself, others, and the like were hard to come by. Either way, this was going to be hard...which was why she was sorta taking Sebastian's advice. After a good ten seconds she'd burst back into the room, a look of pure determination plastered on her face. "Alright, poozers, here's the deal." There would be no poses, no heroic speeches. There was no time for that. "We have between now and the end of the semester to get into the best condition we possibly can be. We are here to learn how to be heroes, to protect the innocent and to serve the public's needs. Kurokami Gen doesn't understand these principles, and we're going to show him up." She pointed at the pair, a fire burning in her eyes. "We're going to do more than just show up on the field at the end of the semester and kick his sorry butt. We're going to make a difference in this community, and show the world our mettle. And we're going to do that by getting our provisionals before the semesters out. I don't care if I have to give up my weekends and what little sleep I'm getting, we're going to go above and beyond this challenge!" That...was certainly a tall order. Shana Inoue Miroru Sebastian Sinclaire

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[Miroru]

Rokuhane Miroru

Department of Heroes Freshman

Prism, the Spectrum Hero

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Miroru bit her lip hard as Sebastian said what they all were thinking. Some girls could pull off the exuberant playful poses- she liked to think she was on that list- but Jun was a bit rougher around the edges, and you HAD to commit to the bit.

Sebastian would know about that.

She rolled her eyes hard as Sebastian dropped "Plain Jane" on her, and she balled up her tracksuit jacket and threw it at his head. "I'm FLAT, not PLAIN, doofus. I'm a fucking fox, plain is about as far from an accurate descriptor of me as "hulked-out gym bro" is."

A brief sigh. "He's right, though, that was... rough. You kinda gotta go all in and buy your own hype, or else it ends up..."

Cringe. She shrugged helplessly.

Miroru sat up as Jun came barrelling back in. THIS suited her a lot better, and she found herself grinning sidelong. She even managed to delay the one bit of snark she had until the end!

"First, WAY better! Second, getting our provisionals sounds like an excellent goal to bring to the table for the end of this semester. Third- I'm not sure he's actually here to be a hero? I'm trying to figure out if the free food or the room and board is what he's enjoying most, but maybe I have something that will work a bit better~"

She turned and looked Sebastian's way. "Listen, what do you say about playing just the most epic prank on the other team? I don't know if they're at each other's throats or working in perfect harmony, but don't you think it'd be awesome to clown all over them without seeming like you even had to try? To take their best efforts and yawn through them while they ragequit? You can't tell me that doesn't sound right up your alley."

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