[Sebastian Sinclaire]

Sebastian ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ Sinclaire [attr="class","FaustContent"]There aren't many reasons in life that manage to motivate Sebastian to get out of bed. Not many things really motivated him to do much of anything these days. Can you really blame him though? The world was (relatively speaking) at peace. Society was pretty functional—not perfect but good enough. There were more than enough willing laborers to keep the whole world running. Technology had advanced to the point where one could live their whole life without ever needing to leave the comfort and safety of their home. You need education? Internet. You need entertainment? Internet. You need food delivered right to your door? Internet. Seriously, why even bother getting out of bed when everything can march right along without needing to do a damn thing? ...Y'know, aside from needing money. That is to say, he wasn't getting out of bed because he needed money. I mean, he did need money, but his getting out of bed today wasn't for some hair-brained moneymaking scheme right out of a cartoon that he may or may not have been inspired by. That was tomorrow's plan. Today's plan was to go to a bar to knock a few drinks back with a couple of friends. And while he might've been interested in getting out of bed to go meet with his friends, it did not mean that he was going to put in the effort to make himself presentable. He walked out of his room with a bad case of bedhead, a headband on to pull down as an eyemask, and his penguin onesie pajamas. Why? Because fuck it we ball. The walk to the train, the train ride itself, and the walk to the bar was, as you might expect, plagued with strange looks. Why was everyone staring at him? Did he have something on his face? ...Oh. Duh. There was. His headband. So he pulled it down for most of the commute to fix that problem. And it worked! ...For a little bit. It wasn't very long until he ended up bumping into somebody on the street because he physically couldn't see where he was walking. NOW HERE'S WHERE IT GETS INTERESTING: Sebastian walked right into a street mugging. He literally bumped into the back of a guy holding a gun up to an old lady on the street, demanding she hand over her purse. Of course, Sebastian didn't see that because he was still wearing his headband. "Good grief...Are you blind or something, pal? Can't you see I'm walkin' 'ere!" he said in his usual sing-song tone, only breaking it to do a poor New York accent. [attr="class","FaustNotes"][attr="class","FaustTags"]• Sebastian Sinclaire • Freja Helt •

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[Freja Helt]

There were many reasons Freja was motivated to go out into the world! Being that she had only moved to Japan recently, her language proficiency was surprisingly high. However, that was only because she had studied a lot from home and there were certain things that were just impossible to study from the confines of home. Culture was one of the big ones. Freja had already set herself up to be unlikable among the student body. Quirkless, awkward, boring, there was nothing about her that was especially presentable, but if she was this boring and mundane of a person, the very least she could do was try to learn and experience the culture she was actually living in.

She hadn't made any particular plans for the day. Since she had just about no friends and Tokyo was a big city, Freja figured things would just sort of happen and that would be her experience, or maybe she could go down some new roads and discover some new sights in the process.

What she didn't bank on was the fact that she walked directly into a public mugging??? Sorry but, where were the heroes right now? The cops? Wasn't dealing with this kind of stuff their job? Wait no! Here was one hero approaching just now! What clutch timing! His choice of hero outfit was a bit odd to the say the least, a penguin pajamas and a headband over his eyes? Was his name Sleepwalker or something? Wait a second, that was no hero... It took Freja a moment, but she knew who this guy was. He was that sleepy guy from orientation! There was no doubt about it, he just had a recognizable and memorable aura about him. What was he doing out here in his pajamas? What was he doing out there getting involved in a mugging?! She could only watch in horror. Didn't he realize the guy was armed? Was this all part of some grand plan or was one of her schoolmates in trouble? She could feel her hands shake. Could she get closer without being seen? If only she had thought to carry her bat with her.

''..Wait!'' She called out, regretting it right as the words left her mouth. Sleepy guy, don't...

Sebastian Sinclaire

[Sebastian Sinclaire]

Sebastian ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ Sinclaire [attr="class","FaustContent"]"Oi! You fuckin' got a death wish, kid?" he yelled back at Sebastian waving the knife in Sebastian's face. "I'm a broke college student. Hell yes I have a death wish," he joked, lifting the headband just enough to see that there was a knife in his face. "Oh you're robbing me. ...Well, you're robbing her," he pointed at the old lady. "Which I guess now you're robbing both of us. Whelp, jokes on you, pal: I'm a broke college student!" he smiled, flashing a double peace sign at the guy with a big, cheeky grin on his face, seemingly unphased by the fact that he could very well die right here. "Anyway, that's all, right? Because, like, I've got places to be, y'see..." he shrugged his shoulders and turned to start walking away. "Please, help me!" the old lady called out to him. Sebastian's ears twitched. He couldn't just leave an old lady here with a mugger, could he? I mean, he was a hero student, right? This was his moment to prove that he had what it took to attend U.A. Hell, he even had just cause to use his quirk here as this 100% qualified as self-defense. Yeah! That's it! Sebastian was going to do it! He was going to be a hero! "Nah, I'm good." Just kidding. That was so not his style. Risking his neck for some old lady he didn't even know? Hell, he was risking his neck to protect her fucking purse. All she needed to do was give it up, and then she could go about her merry day. A purse isn't worth dying for. In fact, there wasn't anything in this world that was worth dying for in his eyes. And so he just turned completely around and started walking away only to get a knife to the back. "Who the fuck said you could walk away, punk!?" he shouted. After the initial shock and yelp of pain, Sebastian just turned his head over his shoulder and smiled through the pain, treating this about as seriously as one would expect. "Oh. I've been stabbed. This is not good. This hurts. A lot. Like a lot, a lot. I've never been stabbed before." When the knife left his back, he stumbled forward onto his arms and knees, gritting his teeth as he tried to ignore the pain. "Oooh...That really is not fun. Thanks for stabbing me in the back at least. Black doesn't stain red. If you had gotten it on my white belly, I might've actually gotten mad about it," he quipped. "Okiedokes...Let's just get this over with. Seriously, you'd be doing me a favor." [attr="class","FaustNotes"][attr="class","FaustTags"]• Sebastian Sinclaire • Freja Helt •

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[Freja Helt]

Sebastian was getting himself into some major trouble and he wasn't even flinching. Was it because he was confident in himself, or did he really just hate life that much? Freja knew all about that feeling, she really hated existing, but to be so numb to the consequences of death? He didn't look or sound scared in the slightest and the knife maniac was pointing a weapon right at him. Meanwhile she was here on the sideline, freezing up and hesitating to act.

''What the hell are you doing Elias? This isn't some kind of game, if you stop moving you die!''

One of the gang members back home used to tell them that, didn't he? Freja snapped back to reality as Sebastian started... Walking away? But why, he was a hero student just like her, he was at orientation and everything. The old lady's voice cut right through Freja's heart. If anything was going to get her to act it was seeing the strong taking advantage of the weak. If only she had thought to bring her baseball bat.

When Sebastian was stabbed in the back she covered her mouth to stop herself from screaming. Her classmate was getting stabbed, to death?? Possibly??? What was going on today, she never asked for any of this. Just then, her body took over as she began looking around at the people gathered here, ''I'm very sorry!'' She muttered quickly as she snatched a cane from an old man. Wasn't exactly a bat, but her fighting style specialized in blunt weapons so...

If at all possible, Freja would try to use Sebastian's masterful distraction to her advantage, trying to sneak up behind the knife maniac, before swinging down on his head, trying to knock him out, ideally in one swing, but she was ready for a fight. ''What the hell are you doing?!'' She shouted out at Sebastian. ''Don't you dare die here you idiot!''

Sebastian Sinclaire

[Sebastian Sinclaire]

Sebastian ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ Sinclaire [attr="class","FaustContent"]So this is how it all ends, eh? Sebastian was going to die in a penguin suit on his way to a bar to meet up with some old friends...Y'know, Sebastian was expecting to die in a penguin suit, but he was expecting much whackier circumstances than this. If he had one regret in life, it was that he didn't die in a more hilarious way. Oh well. He could try again in the next life. He could at least find comfort in the fact that he was finally going to be taking that eternal nap. No more waking up to bullshit anymore! He pulled the headband back down to cover his eyes and spread his arms open. "Okay, I'm ready. Free me from this mortal coil!" ... What was taking so long? And he lifted his blindfold just in time to see the mugger recoiling to the side after getting bonked on the head by a cane. At that same time, the old woman that was being mugged made a break for it, and Sebastian caught a glimpse of his savior/foe: Freja. Now, if Sebastian had actually been awake during orientation, he might've actually had a chance at recognizing her. Unfortunately, he was both asleep and blindfolded during that thing, so he only ever laid eyes on the one person that bothered him that day: Takara. "Maaaaan, I thought I was finally going to die today," he said with puffed cheeks. "Whelp, anyway—ow—I guess that's just how it is on this—ow—bitch of an earth," he said trying his best to mask his pain with his sing-song tone as he stood up and put pressure on his knife wound. "Whelp, you've got this, yeah? Yeah, you've got this...It's about time I be hittin' the ol' dusty trail," he grunted, slowly sidling away. [attr="class","FaustNotes"][attr="class","FaustTags"]• Sebastian Sinclaire • Freja Helt •

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[Freja Helt]

Everything was moving so fast after Sebastian was stabbed, after she leapt into action and whacked a mugger over the head with a cane she had stolen. First off, before she could say anything the old lady was already running off. Which was totally understandable, but she didn't even announce that she was a hero student from UAU, or anything to let her know that she was with the heroes. As far as the old lady knew, Freja might as well be some vigilante out for blood. Now she definitely wasn't going to be able to explain that.

She looked at the mugger, cane raised at them as she realized her attack hadn't bonked him nearly as hard as she had hoped for. Figures, being quirkless had its disadvantages. If only she had super strength or extensive medical knowledge, something actually useful. ''What is wrong with you? Aren't you a UAU hero student?'' She called back at Sebastian. Why did he sound so bummed out that he wasn't going to die? Was he high or drunk? His demeanor, his outfit, it was all a plausible explanation. In any case, Freja couldn't just standby and let him get hurt, even if it was against his own wishes

''What? Don't leave me alone with this guy! B-Besides, you're hurt, you need help!'' At least he was putting pressure on the wound himself so that was something. Keeping her eyes trained on the mugger, Freja was trying her best to prepare for any move he might make. If she managed to out-speed him, she was going to try to swing for his head once more for good measure. If the cane actually connected, however, it would splinter and snap in half then and there. ''J-Just stay where you are and call an ambulance.'' There was a moment's pause as she realized she still didn't know his name, before finishing her sentence. ''...Sleepy guy.''

Sebastian Sinclaire

[Sebastian Sinclaire]

Sebastian ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ Sinclaire [attr="class","FaustContent"]"...Oh. You're one of my classmates," he said with a deadpan delivery, lifting a finger to point at her. "Listen here, lady, I'm not about this hero shit, so if you want to deal with him, that's your business. I'm not going to put my life on the line for you just because you did it for me," he continued, switching back to his usual sing-song tone. And he just kept limping away in pain. The meager amount of pressure he was putting on his back wasn't enough. He was losing blood. It wasn't near fatal, but just the thought and feeling of the blood trickling down his fingers made him feel lightheaded. Still, he wasn't afraid that he was going to die. In fact, he was more afraid of the hospital bill that he'd get hit by if he did go to the hospital for something as stupid as this. Crippling debt: a fate worse than death. "Nope. No thank you! No hospital. Don't even have a phone. BUH BYE! YOUR PROBLEM!" he shouted, quickly using his quirk to make floor where he was standing nice and bouncy so that he could jump, skip, and hop the fuck on out of this shit show. When finally landed, he really regretted doing that as the pain radiated from his wound whenever he hit the ground. No matter...He just needed to endure it long enough until he could get to where he needed to be. ...They probably knew how to deal with a knife wound. Probably. [attr="class","FaustNotes"][attr="class","FaustTags"]• Sebastian Sinclaire • Freja Helt •

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[Freja Helt]

Oh my god. This guy was so infuriating. The only thing holding back her anger was the fact that he had been stabbed and that she was sympathizing with the pain he was most likely feeling. Still, that sing-song tone was grating on her ears. ''This 'hero shit' is what we're all about! Why even become a hero student then? -Hey I told you to stop moving!'' If it wasn't for the criminal still standing, Freja would have one-hundredth percent chased Sebastian down and put pressure on his wound herself.

Turning back to the mugger, Freja used the now broken cane to move in closer and deliver some more hits to the mugger, not relenting until she was sure he wouldn't get back up again. She was panting by the end, if only she had some more muscles. She looked back over her shoulder just in time as Sebastian yeeted himself away, jumping due to what was most likely some kind of quirk. ''Ah- wait! Sleepy guy!!'' She extended an arm out towards him but he was already gone. She didn't even catch his name, shit that was embarrassing. If he bled out somewhere in Tokyo she was going to feel really guilty about it... Speaking of guilt, after the mugger had been successfully subdued and taken away by the police, Freja had to face the elderly gentleman, you know, the one she had borrowed a cane from. That cane that used to be intact.

One thing was for sure, if she saw Sebastian around school again she was going to demand an explanation of some kind. Why was he so mysterious? What was with the napping and the blindfold? Perhaps most puzzling, why was he wearing a penguin pajamas into town??

Sebastian Sinclaire

[Pancakes]

☆ MISSION COMPLETE ☆

Please don't get stabbed and fly!

Sebastian: 2,000+5000=7000
Freja: 4750+5000=9750

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