[Sebastian Sinclaire]

Sebastian ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ Sinclaire [attr="class","FaustContent"]Imagine actually wanting to become a better person. Hah. Jun delusional faith in people was honestly a bit sad. He had no idea why she was so invested in him in particular, but she was. The problem with trying to change Sebastian was that he didn't want to change. He liked who he was, and he didn't want to compromise what he believed was his true self for the sake of others. Hell, he wasn't even sure if he was capable of changing even if he actually wanted to. Still, he was willing to humor Jun. Why? Certainly not out of the kindness of his heart! Fuck that! Nah, he just heard a lot about Gen during this whole competition. Gen sounded like a real piece of shit—perhaps just as shitty as Sebastian even. If he was even half the piece of shit that Sebastian was, then he'd be a great person to cut a deal with. What did he want? Money, mostly, but he knew that there was no fucking universe where this Gen chump was rich enough to pay Sebastian to be a saboteur. So what was he actually going to ask for? Yeah, he had no idea what he wanted yet. He was still figuring that one out. For now though, he needed to play ball and that meant showing up to training. Who was he supposed to be training with? Fuck, he had no idea. To be honest, he started zoning the fuck out when she opened her mouth. He only caught the tail end of it before nodding to confirm that he absolutely heard everything that she said. Anyway, he ended up fucking right off after the fact to go take a nap in the fields. Why? There was a cool breeze circulating in the fields today, and it was just cloudy enough that it made it the optimal condition for a nap. After setting up a whole bunch of invisible trampolines (y'know like he usually does) to find the perfect spot to nap in, he bounced onto his invisible air hammock and pulled his headband down to slip back into dreamland. [attr="class","FaustNotes"][attr="class","FaustTags"]• Sebastian Sinclaire • Miroru •

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[Miroru]

Rokuhane Miroru

Department of Heroes Freshman

Prism, the Spectrum Hero

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"SEBASTIAN!"

Miroru shouted at the boy as she stalked into the field, winding a set of bandages down from halfway up her arms, hiding the burn dressing hiding there and setting the wrappings properly around her knuckles. "You DO remember that we were assigned to train together, right? Not SLEEP T..." Miroru cut herself off as her cheeks flared. "NOT NAP," she corrected hastily. "So get up and get ready!"

She stormed into his area, prepared to render him frigid and unable to snooze if necessary, but trying her best to behave and engage him without doing so. "What's your style of combat and capture, anyhow? These trampolines are great for naps and bruising people's shins, but what exactly do you do for engaging enemies and subduing them for capture?"

For that matter, how the hell had he passed the entrance exam?! She didn't ask that question out loud, but man.

She sure was thinking it.

I can pay no price too great for justice.

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[Sebastian Sinclaire]

Sebastian ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ Sinclaire [attr="class","FaustContent"]Just as he was entering that trance state that laid in between the conscious and unconscious, a voice called out to him, snapping him out of his trance. He recognized it. It was that girl that he had been screwing with lately! Awesome. Wait. Not awesome. She's here for training. Fuck. Did he accidentally go where he was supposed to go? ...That'd be the second time that that had happened to him. Fuck! "Nice Freudian slip there, Jane," he said shooting a finger gun at her. He rolled over and let himself fall out of his hammock only to land on another trampoline and then another trampoline...And then another one, and then one more after before landing on his feet. Shoulders slumped and back hunched, he slid his hands into his pockets, still refusing to remove the headband from his eyes. While she focused in on what they were actually supposed to be doing, Sebastian's mind went right to thinking of a way to best annoy her. Specifically, he was trying to think of a one-liner that'd really set her off. Why? Because annoying people was one of his favorite pastimes. Halfway through her line of questioning, he thought of something. "...Excellent question," he replied, lifting his headband up at long last so that he could get a good look at her. He gripped his chin between his thumb and index finger, narrowed his eyes in intense focus and gave her a quick up-and-down look that made it look like he was just nodding his head. "6/10," he'd begin. "You're too flat. You've got this tomboy thing going for you, but my name's not Kurobina, so 6/10." [attr="class","FaustNotes"][attr="class","FaustTags"]• Sebastian Sinclaire • Miroru •

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[Miroru]

Rokuhane Miroru

Department of Heroes Freshman

Prism, the Spectrum Hero

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"Freudian slip, my ass. I just caught myself before feeding the biggest lech I know an easy shot," Miroru protested, harrumphing to herself.

She did have to admit, the Rube Goldberg series of descending bounces depositing him on his feet was impressive. She had to admit it- but not out loud. Definitely not out loud.

His response, though, took her entirely by surprise. Her eyes widened and she stared for a second, then got redfaced and upset. Extremely upset, actually. She was angry- furious, even- but... were those tears fighting at the corners of her eyes?

"FUCK you, Sinclaire. What kind of asshole do you have to be to deride someone's appearance over something they can't do anything about?! Nobody asked you to rate my appearance. I came because we're supposed to be training together. I didn't freeze you out of bed, I didn't even do anything besides ask what you do so I could help YOU train. So what's your fucking problem?!"

It was an unreasonable reaction. He'd clearly hit something under the surface, and hit it hard. She was just short of screaming at him. She wasn't annoyed. She was hurt.

I can pay no price too great for justice.

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[Sebastian Sinclaire]

Sebastian ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ Sinclaire [attr="class","FaustContent"]Hey, wait she wasn't supposed to react like that. She was supposed to get really angry, clouds were supposed to magically darken, the earth was supposed to shake, and then he was supposed to be obliterated by some form of divine righteous fury. This wasn't comical at all. This was just sad now. It's fine though. It's not like this was the first time that Sebastian went too far with one of his bits. He had a lot of experience with this sort of thing which allowed him to master the art of Schrodinger's Douchebag. "Too easy," he said, shaking his head and pulling the blindfold back down. "It's less my problem and more your problem. I took one glance at you and figured out how to turn you into this flustered mess without even lifting a finger. You let me get in your head, so I played you. Imagine if I actually went on the offensive after tilting you into a mental boom." Yeah, none of that shit was him being honest. He was just quickly trying to seize control over the narrative to make it seem like he only said what he said to prove a point—not because he was a legitimate jackass. ...Y'know, which he was. "Anyway, I'm going to climb back into that hammock," he'd point to the sky where there was no visible hammock, "and take a nap. You're free to join me," he lean forward, winking underneath the headband. [attr="class","FaustNotes"][attr="class","FaustTags"]• Sebastian Sinclaire • Miroru •

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[Miroru]

Rokuhane Miroru

Department of Heroes Freshman

Prism, the Spectrum Hero

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The haughty response tore Miroru out of her response to stare at him flatly- and then roll her eyes hard enough to nearly be audible. "You've gotta be kidding me." Her hands flicked to her face to rub her eyes before planting on her hips. "Do you seriously think I'd give some stupid vilain or two-bit thug the sort of emotional inroads it takes to let that sort of barb hurt? It worked because you're my CLASSMATE, jackass. We're supposed to be on the same team. I'm not gonna lose my shit cuz some criminal asshole drops an itty bitty titty committee joke. GAWD, dude. You sound like Kurokami."

Long pause. Uncomfortable shrug and glance away.

"At least, I presume. Junsuina-senpai says he's an asshole. So. That's what I imagine he sounds like."

And then he hoisted himself by his own petard, accidentally waltzing right back into her line of questioning as he attempted a dismount!

"OH REALLY? An offensive, you say?" She verbally pounced, tone triumphant. "Do tell, Sinclaire, just how WOULD you launch into an offensive after throwing me off kilter, huh? Were you going to make a boxing ring out of invisible trampolines and elbow drop me from the invisible top rope? DO TELL."

I can pay no price too great for justice.

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[Sebastian Sinclaire]

Sebastian ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ Sinclaire [attr="class","FaustContent"]If Sebastian sounded like Gen, then that must've meant that he was quite the piece of shit. If that was the case, then Sebastian really couldn't see himself actually getting along with the guy. It did, however, make him hopeful that they could work together for mutual benefit. If he really was awful, then he'd be all over the chance to sabotage the competition. Why? Because that's what Sebastian would do. Meanwhile, seeing her come down from her fit, he took an internal sigh of relief. While he did manage to bullshit his way out of that predicament, he didn't want to dwell on it any further. She moved on, and he'd be wise to do the same. "None of those things. I'm not a fighter. I'm a napper. I'm just saying after tilting you out, I could've done something if I actually had that sort of thing in me," he yawned as he tugged on an invisible pocket of hair to get ready to climb inside. "And, just saying, words have power. You say you won't lose your composure if some criminal scum insults you, but are you really that sure of yourself? Maybe not insults, but there's more than one way to skin a chicken before it hatches. Honestly, I find it hard to believe you don't consider me a two-bit thug. Hell, you should probably think of me as lower than that," he laughed, still delivering his message in his usual lackadaisical, sing-song tone. She really was the gullible, trusting type, wasn't she? It made it easy to get under her skin. If she didn't work on that mental game of her, she'd probably get slaughtered in the field once she met someone that was as shitty as Sebastian. Given that she was going to be going up against villains one day, he imagined that there were plenty of scumbag people out there not too unlike himself. "You can't be too trusting or kind to people like me. You'll just get yourself hurt—or worse," he concluded, pivoting to a serious, deadpan tone. "But that's just, like, my opinion though. Anyway, this has been fun and all, but I've really gotta get back to my nap," he continued, going right back to his sing-song tone. [attr="class","FaustNotes"][attr="class","FaustTags"]• Sebastian Sinclaire                         • Miroru •

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[Miroru]

Rokuhane Miroru

Department of Heroes Freshman

Prism, the Spectrum Hero

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"Bullshit. You made it through the exams," Miroru said, darting forward abruptly, aiming to shoulder check him in the solar plexus! She didn't weigh too much, but she knew what she was doing, and the bash was likely to toss him back a few steps! "We're supposed to work together, Sinclaire! So show me-"

As she spoke, a gleaming iridescent spark tore through the air around them, tracing a wide circle that started to stream silvery, rainbow light straight upwards, as if to close them into a ring! It was, notably... just light. But if it got Sebastian to stand and fight, then they could learn something about each other! "What you can DO!"

"I, for instance," she said, pivoting to throw a foot at his chest, aiming to toss him backwards onto where she THOUGHT one of his "beds" was. "- am counter-intelligence and capture at flexible range. What our enemies see is what I want them to see, up to and including nothing! So what do YOU DO?!"

Miroru was so focused on making him reveal his secrets that she entirely missed his shpiel on not trusting scumbags!

I can pay no price too great for justice.

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[Sebastian Sinclaire]

Sebastian ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ Sinclaire [attr="class","FaustContent"]Eh. Made it through the exams? That shit was talked up as being this grand challenge that separates the wheat from the chaff, but that shit wasn't hard at all. Sure, Sebastian might've conned his way into U.A., but if the exam was really all it was hyped up to be, then his con shouldn't have even gotten him close to the gates of U.A., let alone through them. "Because the exam is a joke, Miroru," he replied, dropping the sing-song tone. "That test isn't a good measure for who's worthy of attending U.A. It's a sham. If it really was this impossibly difficult test, then a slacker like me would've never made it this far. Seriously, I busted my ass for like a month after not doing anything for six whole years, and I was able to make it into U.A." Headband down, he put a hand to peel it off while raising his other hand, pointing a finger at Miroru. "Absolutely nothing," he smiled, putting up an invisible elastic air trampoline barrier right in front of him in anticipation of a lightning bolt. By the time he lifted his mask, however, he saw that it was a foot and not a bolt of lightning. ...Honestly, it was probably better that she shot her foot out. He had no idea if an air trampoline would even block a lightning bolt. Although he was a bit curious to find out! I mean, not because he was planning on taking this whole thing seriously. It'd just make for a neat trick is all. [attr="class","FaustNotes"][attr="class","FaustTags"]• Sebastian Sinclaire • Miroru •

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[Miroru]

Rokuhane Miroru

Department of Heroes Freshman

Prism, the Spectrum Hero

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Miroru frowned as Sebastian threw out the comment about the exam, not outright rejecting his thought but clearly at least mulling it over. "I mean- I agree it doesn't measure everything it should- some real assholes made it through UA and I have no idea how they didn't get psych section'd before that, but..."

Then again, he had a point. He'd made it through. And he didn't seem willing to do much of anything to even prove himself.

"... maybe you have a point, but we're still supposed to be practiciAAAAAGH!" Miroru yowled as the kick rebounded and hurled her back the other way, leaving her tumbling head over heels a couple times before popping back up to skid the last couple feet. "... you can adjust the orientation of your trampolines? That's- actually... super useful." She straightened and brushed herself off. "... maybe you're right about the test. And I know there's ways you can contribute in this competition, and as a hero, if you go through with it. But... man. That thing about the test is heavy. I dunno if I wanna keep going after that. You weren't ever gonna actually fight back, were you, though."

I can pay no price too great for justice.

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[Sebastian Sinclaire]

Sebastian ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ Sinclaire [attr="class","FaustContent"]If he went through it. That was a pretty fucking big if. There wasn't anything in this world that could get him to change his ways—of that, he was certain. "I do intend to compete, don't you worry. You and Jun shouldn't be worrying about my progress though. I may not train or practice, but I'm more than capable of handling myself in a fight," he grinned. That was a complete and total lie. He had only ever been in one actual fight, and in that fight, he got his ass kicked quite handily. Miroru didn't need to know that. All she needed to do was buy the lie—just enough to get her off of his back, so that he could continue loafing around until the day of their competition when he'd be able to cash out of this bitch for...Whatever it was that he was going to demand of Gen. "Why would I? What's the point of fighting you? All that's going to do is get me all gross and sweaty. That's just icky, and I can't sleep optimally if I feel icky. Then I'd have to clean up, take a shower, and then after that I'd be hungry. It'd be this massive endeavor that I really just don't want to go through," he shook his head, pulling the headband back down over his eyes all while maintaining his lackadaisical sing-song tone. He turned around, put his hand back on the invisible trampoline, and looked in her direction—though he couldn't actually see anything—standing to face only the side of his body to her. "Nah, I'm climbing back into this here hammock, and I'm going to sleep," he yawned. Then he stomped the ground, turning the whole thing into a trampoline while sending a wave through the ground to get it all roiling like a series of waves in the ocean. Then he hopped into the hammock to get some rest. [attr="class","FaustNotes"][attr="class","FaustTags"]• Sebastian Sinclaire • Miroru •

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[Miroru]

Rokuhane Miroru

Department of Heroes Freshman

Prism, the Spectrum Hero

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Squinting, Miroru sighed at Sebastian's firm dedication to... not doing anything to improve. He seemed perfectly happy how he was, and confident it'd be more than enough to get him through.

What was scary was that she couldn't convince herself there wasn't a very real chance he would.

"Yeah, no offense, dude, but I think I'm gonna stay worried. I find that relaxes me," she quipped, rolling her eyes. "But we can put that icky stuff off until like. Before you were already gonna shower or something."

The fox-tailed girl leapt back nimbly, skirting back out of the ripple zone to avoid losing her feet. "So you can make LOTS of stuff into wobbly trampolines. That's... actually pretty neat. The more I see of your nonsense, the more I start to see what you could be.

You know.

IF you applied yourself."

She folded her hands behind her head and started to wander off. "Big fuckin' if, I know," she muttered, mirroring Sebastian's thoughts on the situation as she wandered off, trying to decide if the whole thing was just as big a sham as Sebastian said it was.

I can pay no price too great for justice.

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[coffee]

I'M COMMANDER SHEPARD, AND I APPROVE THIS <whatever>

Man, what a rocky start.

Miroru: 250XP + 2500XP = 2750XP

Sebastian: 10000XP + 2500XP = 12500XP

tag: Sebastian Sinclaire Miroru