[Sebastian Sinclaire]

Sebastian ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ Sinclaire [attr="class","FaustContent"]When Sebastian first came to U.A., he had absolutely no intention of taking this hero shit seriously. After spending two weeks at U.A., he could say with the utmost confidence that he still didn't give a single shit about becoming a hero. The plan remained the same: pretend to attend U.A. until he could move back in with his parents while working on contingency plans just in case that shit fell through again. While he might not have had any intention of becoming a hero, he had absolutely no fucking issues with abusing his privileges as a hero student. For example, did you know that they give students a whole bunch of free shit? Can you believe that? Free shit! That's, like, the best kind of shit! Granted, most shit is pretty shit, so the best kind of shit had shit all for competition. Shit. Anyway, once he found out that he could just walk over to the support lab to get free stuff, he was all over it. It was honestly one of the only things about U.A. that actually motivated him to get out of bed. No doubt about it that he was building up a reputation around the labs for being a jackass that requests all sorts of nonsensical non-heroic items like universal cup holders, phone gloves (as in, gloves that help you hold your phone without dropping it on your face), chopsticks with a fan attached to 'em (to cool your noodles while you eat), etc. Today his request was still something ridiculous but at least it could somewhat be considered useful to a hero. Kicking open the door to the support lab, he skipped about like he owned the whole place, scanned the room, and pointed a finger at the first person that he saw. "You there! I pick you! You're going to make me something today! Right now in fact! I'm supes dupes impatient, so drop everything you're doing and only do what I want!" he smiled, making his unreasonable demand with a cheery, sing-song tune. [attr="class","FaustNotes"][attr="class","FaustTags"]• Sebastian Sinclaire • aneko •

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[aneko]

IN THE CITY OF FOOLS, I WAS CAREFUL AND COOL

[attr="class","eire"]Aneko really should've been used to people making their way into the support labs and disrupting their work. UAU has done little to prevent any other course from interrupting specifically them- and, in some ways, it felt like the teachers encouraged it whenever a hero wanted some gear- it must've been some sort of weird prep for the real world where you'd have to balance seventeen projects at once, most of them given by people who came to you on a whim. But alas, her shock is still as great as the first few times it happened as an eccentric man makes his way into the labs, points at her, and declares that she should drop whatever she was doing.

Her desk was empty, except for a few schematics and the like. She wasn't actually doing anything but, something about the way he said it, shockingly, made her not want to comply. "Ehm, I'm sorry?" She spins around on her swivel chair, facing him as she crosses her legs, leaning back with a scowl mixed with confusion. "What did you just say?" She was horrible with these types. They kept coming to her recently, however, so she was going to have to stop just letting them trample over her decision-making.

Sebastian Sinclaire
notes here

but they tore me apart like a hurricane.

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[Sebastian Sinclaire]

Sebastian ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ Sinclaire [attr="class","FaustContent"]Oh. She didn't seem like one of those pushover nerdy types. Well that sucks! ...Or does it? As much as Sebastian liked being a lazy piece of shit, he loved being an antagonistic piece of shit. If he got to butt heads with someone to start a nice comedic conflict, he was all for putting in just a tiny bit of work. "Exactly what I said! Listen up, girlie, I've got a big, super important project for you!" he said, completely ignoring her scowl. He strolled right up to her desk and shoved her schematics aside—possibly knocking them on the ground—to slam down an old, dingy skateboard. "Cool, right? Make it fly," he smiled and nodded his head. "I think it'd be really fucking sick if I could fly on this thing. I mean, I already can fly on this thing, but that's like not actually flying. It's more like falling in style. Oh, and if you could make it look nice and siiiiick again, that'd be cool because I've had this thing for years. It looks pretty fucking old, right? Right. So make it fly and look fly knowwhatimsayin'?" Before even giving her an opportunity to reject him, he climbed over her desk and hunched over his skateboard, pressing his hands at the very edge of the desk while leaning into her as close as possible. "...Are you sure you can do that? I mean, you don't look like you're really that capable. I mean, look at your hands: THEY'RE TINY!" [attr="class","FaustNotes"][attr="class","FaustTags"]• Sebastian Sinclaire • aneko •

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[aneko]

IN THE CITY OF FOOLS, I WAS CAREFUL AND COOL

[attr="class","eire"]Aneko liked to believe that she could maintain her composure quite well; in the face of unreasonable demands, she'd tell the person to beat it. But, typically, one's ideal version of themselves was often far from reality- it was people like this who made that painfully clear. The papers did a small twirl in the air as they dramatically floated to the ground, the sea of schematics replaced with... a skateboard. Not even a nice one, either. She knew some people weren't the brightest but... he was fucking with her, right? There was no way he was being serious.

At least, the way he was asking her to do this was him fucking with her. She was certain that he actually wanted her to do this- and the fact that her initial hostile attitude didn't push him off just meant he wouldn't let it go. But, that didn't mean she would do it, after all, it was important to set boundaries between manufacturer and client; if something was unreasonable, she should reject it, and tell them to go fuck off. They would never leave her alone if she just gave in, after all, and that wouldn't be acceptable-

"I am more than capable, thank you very much!" She unknowingly raises her voice, kicking herself out of her chair and staring him down with a pissed look. Oh, fuck. She looked around the room, a few eyes drawn to the commotion, as her face goes into a soft tint of red. "Ehm, sorry about that..." She throws a few apologies to whoever seemed bothered by the disruption before sitting back down. She didn't have to prove herself to this dude but... she couldn't just punch him in the face, and her pride wouldn't allow any other resolution.

"Fine. I'll do it." She crosses her arms, looking down at the dingy skateboard. "Do I have to use this? It doesn't look... super durable, after all. Would be way easier to just make a new body for it." Shit, was she really doing this?

Sebastian Sinclaire
not even going to acknowledge that other comment

but they tore me apart like a hurricane.

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[Sebastian Sinclaire]

Sebastian ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ Sinclaire [attr="class","FaustContent"]Hook, line, and sinker. He knew she'd fall for it too. She just sort of gave off that vibe: that she was the type of person that was easy to goad. He knew those types quite well. It was a special talent of his to sus those sorts of people out. In fact, he gravitated toward those sort of people. Why? Because he was just the sort of bastard who loved getting on the nerves of others. Evidently, it was working out quite well for him since he just baited her into accepting his unreasonable demands. "Excellent!" he smiled, climbing down from her desk. Despite the scene he was making and the girl's blushing face, he didn't seem to crack in the slightest. It was as if he had no shame at all—probably because he did have no shame at all! "Well, I'd like you to. It's...It's got a special place in my heart," he sighed, looking down at it. His eyes narrowed, the corners of his mouth drooped down, and his hands tensed up into clenched fists. "It belonged to someone very special to me before they...disappeared. I wanted to make it part of my identity, so if you could do anything—everything in your power to use it, that'd...Well, I'd appreciate it a great deal," he said in a soft, steady tone. "Wow! I turned into a real bummer drummer there," he said, quickly pivoting back to his usual sing-song tone. "Whelp, I'll leave you to it, Whatever-Your-Name-Is!" Shoving his hands in his pockets, he turned his back to her and started sauntering on out of the lab. As soon as he got out the door, he turned to look over his shoulder. "I'll be back tomorrow!" [attr="class","FaustNotes"][attr="class","FaustTags"]• Sebastian Sinclaire • aneko •

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[aneko]

IN THE CITY OF FOOLS, I WAS CAREFUL AND COOL

[attr="class","eire"]Aneko couldn't help but feel as though she was just played. Well, she was, but she was still processing the entire sequence of events. Truly a foe that she had no chance against; someone with no shame. She thought she had something to prove to this random person when she really didn't- but now she was in too deep. As he so happily climbed down from the desk, her expression made it clear she wasn't happy with how things turned out- not that he cared, probably. Then something a bit more surprising; seemingly a sob story. Or was it?

She was skeptical. Her eyes narrowed- there was no immediate confirmation if it was a bit but, from what she had seen, he wasn't the type to suddenly be so open. Or, at the very least, to get sombre about it. Not that she'd confront him about it, in the small chance that he was being truthful about it. She'd really seem like the villain here if she did so. "Then I guess I'll use... this." She takes a glance at the skateboard- not exactly built for the kind of stress you'd expect from field usage of a gadget.

"Right... it's Aneko." At least she'd be left to the creation of it on her own, without him breathing down her neck and annoying the shit out of her. However, using the shabby skateboard as a shell wasn't the only unreasonable challenge given to her. "Tomorrow!?" She pushes herself up from her desk another time, "That's not enough time!" Even though she was protesting, she didn't expect it to go anywhere- and, with the understanding that he wouldn't budge on it, she let out a long sigh and slumped back onto her desk.

She sat still for a brief period before slowly rolling the skateboard over to her, looking over. It was about to be a long night.

Sebastian Sinclaire

but they tore me apart like a hurricane.

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[Sebastian Sinclaire]

Sebastian ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ Sinclaire [attr="class","FaustContent"]Crazy. Unbelievable. She really bought that sob story? Hilarious. Nah, Sebastian didn't have one of those! He was a spoiled brat that never experienced true pain or struggle in his youth. Why'd he lie about it? Well, it certainly wasn't to guilt Aneko into doing what he wanted. Nah, that was the furthest thing from his intentions. So why the fuck would he make something up like that? For the bit. Always for the bit. Haven't you ever wanted to go cuckoo crazy and just say random shit without regard for the potential consequences? Well, Sebastian was the type of person to ignore that inner voice that told people to behave. Well, it wasn't really ignoring since it was more like he just didn't have that voice in his head. It's probably why he always did the absurd things that he did. He didn't even bother to commit the lie to memory, forgetting it almost immediately after he left the lab. Her protests fell on deaf ears. He was already too busy thinking about other things like who he'd harass next. He was thinking maybe he'd go and harass Jun or Miroru again. Then it dawned on him that they'd probably want to force him to do jumping jacks or whatever the fuck heroes do to get strong. Fuck that noise. Takara, maybe? ...Nah, she was too much like him—can't trust that shit. Maybe a new person!? Or lunch. Lunch sounded good too. The next day, he went right on over to the Support lab after second breakfast (sebreakfast) which was during lunch time but before lunch and second lunch (slunch). Hands in his pockets, he kicked open the lab door with about as much flagrant disrespect for the institution as before. "Whaddup, Mexicoooooooooooooooooo," he shouted. "I'm here to collect your firstborn child...Or my sick new skateboard. That's also totally fine." [attr="class","FaustNotes"][attr="class","FaustTags"]• Sebastian Sinclaire • aneko •

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[aneko]

IN THE CITY OF FOOLS, I WAS CAREFUL AND COOL

[attr="class","eire"]It was the next day and Aneko couldn't have been less excited for what was to come. There were clearly bags under her eyes, her face planted firmly on the same desk that she was at the day prior, no longer in its well-kept state. A few cans of her energy drink of choice sit off to the side as a skateboard sits in front of her; while it may not be clear, she did try to incorporate the original body into her design, but that naturally left her compromising on certain things. There was actually one big compromise; it couldn't fly.

She couldn't do it. She found no way to make it work- one day was too little time and flight was too difficult a feature to include on such short notice. Even after a short break during her practically 24-hour ride to this point to get food, shower, and change into fresh clothes, she couldn't figure it out. But, it was at least finished to the design she had settled on- which may not have been exactly what he asked for but, at this point, she couldn't care less. She was drifting off to sleep before a loud noise interrupted her, a familiar voice that brought forth ire.

She slowly turned herself to the source of the new disruption, luckily without too many poor souls who have to deal with his bullshit as the lab was less active compared to the day prior. "Oh, wonderful. You're here." She pushes the skateboard so it rolls slowly toward the edge of the desk, stopping where he can easily grab it. "Take it. I'm done." At least he got a nice night of rest. "It can't fly." She put it out bluntly; she wasn't able to do such a thing, unfortunately. Or fortunately. Maybe it was good to set boundaries now.

What is was, however, was basically just a beefed-up skateboard. Made more durable to withstand field use, more flexibility to be used in different terrains, and- most notably, the closest she could get to 'flight'- better air mobility. It was better at sliding up surfaces, kicking off them, and gliding through the air. Not exactly the fanciest skateboard but, at the very least, you could hit someone with it and it wouldn't break. So, not flight, just exemplifying the whole 'falling with style' thing the weirdo had talked about before. "Now, with that done, I need to go actually sleep."

Sebastian Sinclaire
i couldn't think of something interesting
you get a boring skateboard

but they tore me apart like a hurricane.

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[Sebastian Sinclaire]

Sebastian ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ Sinclaire [attr="class","FaustContent"]Poor thing...Her complexion was terrible! Or maybe it looked like that yesterday too? Hm...You'd think with how up in her face he got last time, he would've had a good enough to look remember, but nope. She just wasn't memorable enough for him. That's okay though. Not everyone is meant to be as memorable Sebastian Sinclaire: Genius Extraordinaire. "That's right! Good to see you too, Costco! Boy, oh, boy do you look terrible though! Worse than normal, I think!" And as quick as he could, he snatched the skateboard up before she could take it away for his incendiary comments. ... She had one job! See? This is why you can't trust people with tiny hands. They muck things up. Always. Classic tiny-handed people thing. "I knew it was too good to be true. I should've picked someone smarter with bigger hands. Whatever though, you have disappointed me, and I shan't forgive or forget this slight against my honor!" He dropped the skateboard on the ground and stepped on top of it. "Is what I would say if I actually had the energy to hold a grudge! But, eh, this is fine. It needed a good ol' fix, and I couldn't afford to take it to the skate shop, so this'll do. Don't you worry, Fresco, I won't let this little mistake on your part get between our future business transactions. You'll have plenty of opportunities to prove that your brain and hands are bigger than I think." He kicked off the ground and started skating out the door while facing towards her. "Bye, bye, Flamingo!" he waved, scooting right out the door and down the hallway to find someone new to harass. [attr="class","FaustNotes"][attr="class","FaustTags"]• Sebastian Sinclaire • aneko •

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✓ Never a dull moment in Aneko's life, especially when Sebastian is the one putting in the gear request! Poor girl has earned her nap. Can't wait to see Sebastian style on some bad guys with his new board!! [break][break]

+2.500 EXP!

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