[junsuina]

[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... Sebastian's attitude annoyed Jun. Getting him to do much of anything was like pulling teeth, which was counterintuitive to the whole team dynamic getting things done thing. There was a goal that Jun had outlined for the team, and so far two(?) people were willing to put forth the work needed. Sebastian, though? Well, as the Americans say, he was in need of an attitude adjustment. And so she watched and waited. She figured out all his nap locations, or at least all the public ones, and determined he was using her quirk to set up makeshift hammocks. It was fascinating, she couldn't lie. But unfortunately, it also spelt wasted potential. That wasn't going to slide. One day, after class, she'd saddle up to his spot in the PE grounds, taking in a deep breath. There he was, hovering above the ground. What was the timing during this part of the day? Maybe thirty minutes? She wasn't sure. It didn't matter, though. She hadn't even bothered changing out of her uniform, taking a deep breath as she held her hand out, letting determination flow into her rings as she created a small destroyer gun right next to her, its twin guns turning before opening fire to rain hell down around his bed. "Wakey wakey!" she calls out, letting him get his bearings for all of two seconds before opening up again. "Time to make the donuts!" Sebastian Sinclaire

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[Sebastian Sinclaire]

Sebastian ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ Sinclaire [attr="class","FaustContent"]Hard work is for chumps. Given the choice between working hard and hardly working, Sebastian would always take the former over the latter. Ideally, he'd do everything in his power to avoid work at all costs, so it was quite the mystery as to why he even humored Jun's invitation to join her little team and compete against his peers. Maybe there was a part of him that really wanted to become a hero...PFFT NAH! He was in it for the free shit, yo. "Hmmmmh?" he grumbled, rolling to his side in his air hammock as if he wasn't just blasted with an obnoxious noise. He wasn't actually asleep. He was just laying down and pretending to sleep—y'know, just so that he could do nothing. "Oh, it's you," he muttered, refusing to lift his blindfold and simply confirming based on her voice. "Maaaan...Can't you feel the cool spring breeze? What about how it's just cloudy enough that you only get a few rays of sunshine poking through to warm your skin just right? I can't waste a day like this doing whatever it is you're going to try and make me do..." There wasn't a doubt in his mind that she didn't have donuts in mind at all. Maybe if she did, he'd actually be willing to roll out of his hammock. "Listen, sweetheart, I'm not getting up unless you actually have donuts. I'll get up to eat them, but I'm not getting up if I have to make them myself." [attr="class","FaustNotes"][attr="class","FaustTags"]• Sebastian Sinclaire • junsuina •

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[junsuina]

[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... Sebastian had the kind of chill that Jun could only dream of having. A multitude of shells going off all around him, and he didn't even flinch? She would have been halfway across the field by now plotting a counterattack at the poozer that dare disturb her time. She had already been in plenty of positions that have forced her to action, and something like this was no different. But maybe her flaw was her paranoia about hurting Sebastian. These guns were powerful, and she was loath to directly hit anyone with them. Sure, she was capable of making it so the rounds would hurt like hell and only leave bruises, but it was a level of dissonance for her that was hard to wrap her mind around. Because, you know...cannons. But she wasn't going to get anywhere by holding back or babying him, or even worrying if she was going to hurt him. Sure, he sucked, but he sucked because he just didn't want to do any of the work. Jun had to fix that. ...Okay, she didn't have to do anything, but she wanted to win and she wasn't enthused about the hand she took. So the gloves had to come off. Shifting the guns just a little bit, she poured extra focus in making sure the next volleys were going to bruise and not obliterate. "This works out," she says, taking aim. "I'm in need of some target practice." BOOM! Sebastian Sinclaire

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[Sebastian Sinclaire]

Sebastian ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ Sinclaire [attr="class","FaustContent"]Did she just say target practice? No shot...This bitch wasn't about to bomb him, was she? Oh fuck, she's serious. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Hol' up. There's no reason to panic. He was fine. There was no way that she was crazy enough to actually hurt him. Nah, she was just going to rough him up a little just to provoke him into actually exercising. OR! Maybe she was trying to scare him into countering her attack! Hahahaha! Sebastian saw right through Jun's little scheme. BOOM! When dust settled, Sebastian was laying on the ground in the center of one of the craters that she created with her first volley. After getting hit by the second volley, he trampolined all over the place until it slammed him into the ground. As he lay there, bruised, scraped, and bloody, he just let his face rest flat on the ground as he let out a dull grumble of pain. At least his headband was still on so that she couldn't see that he was crying. Gritting his teeth, he took a few deep, ragged breaths as he mustered up the energy to put on his usual lackadaisical mask by speaking to her in his trademark sing-song tone. "Okay...You've made quite the point," he began. "Too much of a point. I'm done for the day. I'm way too hurt. Might just die...Tell my kids, I had no idea that they existed." And then he played possum. Hopefully that'd be enough to make her go away. ...Or ideally she'd carry him over to the nurse's office so that he could continue sleeping in the comfort of a bed instead of in the comfort of a crater. Ooh and maybe they'd even give him the good happy numb juice that makes him not feel anything for a while. Yummy. [attr="class","FaustNotes"][attr="class","FaustTags"]• Sebastian Sinclaire • junsuina •

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[junsuina]

[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... Well, that was an interesting ping-pong show. Maybe now he'd get up and take this seriously, maybe react a bit, do something to- Or just lay there. Jun stared across the way, amazed that he was perfectly content to just lay there. That...that was... This is going to be a loooong day... She let out a sigh, dismissing the cannon as she thought where to go from here. She had to force something out of him, right? Well, she didn't have to, but...well, she needed to get him active somehow. "I can't believe they let a poozer like you into this school," she says, moving within thirty feet of him. "Why are you even here? Taking up space, wasting everyone's time, being a general nuisance. Did your parents kick you out and refuse to let you come home until you make a way for yourself?" She tapped into her fear, a chain snaking out across the ground to begin wrapping around Sebastian. Initially, he might think she was going to drag him to the nurse, being he was a little beat up. Even with Jun holding back he seemed to be worse for wear, and while she had to make a note to pull her punches a little more he seemed to have everything in place. Of course, she had other plans. The chains tightened around him, a little too tight as she manipulated it to hold him up. "You seemed excited when we started this whole training thing, but you haven't put in a single hour of work. I find this unacceptable, not because you're threatening to become a liability for this team but because when you have to get out there in the field and do hero work for real," the chains would begin to put the squeeze on him, threatening to vacate all the air in his lungs as well as his lunch, "you're either going to get yourself killed, or worse someone else. There is no dishonor in quitting, but if you're going to do that then now's the time. You can leave our little exercise and lose out on all the benefits that could come from it, including potentially meals and the such since I know you're into that. Or you stay and gain all those benefits, but have to put forth work. And I don't mean a token effort like once a week. I mean effort. Blood sweat and tears. Because believe it or not, it's life or death outside this campus." @sinclair

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[Sebastian Sinclaire]

Sebastian ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ Sinclaire [attr="class","FaustContent"]Damn...She really hit the nail on the head on that one. Then again, was it any real surprise that Sebastian wasn't here to seriously become a hero? It's not like he bothered making it some grand secret. In fact, he was quite open about his disdain for all things work-related. "D. All of the above," he grumbled, pointing to the sky while still keeping his face flat on the ground. "Thanks for bringing it up. Now I'm physically AND emotionally hurt." He wasn't. Well, he was physically hurt—not really emotionally hurt. It was more like he was emotionally inconvenienced. "Oh. You're tying me up now. Awesome. Love that. Really love it," he said through his gritted teeth as she hoisted him up in the air. Yeah, this day was getting worse by the minute. Well, it's a good thing he had a strategy for when this sort of thing happens to him. "Harder. I'm almost there," he smiled. Good ol' reverse psychology. If she took him seriously—and god help her if she ever took Sebastian seriously—she'd probably think he's fucking gross—and god help her if she didn't—but he didn't really give a shit about what she thought about him. "See now that's why I'm not going to become a hero. Though I think you've tortured me enough. I'd like one trip to the nurse and a hot meal, please and thank you." [attr="class","FaustNotes"][attr="class","FaustTags"]• Sebastian Sinclaire • junsuina •

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[junsuina]

[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... Sebastian was right about one thing: she found him repulsive. He was the type to skate through life, expecting everything to be handed to him. Physically, she could care less. It was his attitude and outlook that disgusted her. She'd send a wave through the chains, raising him up slightly before slamming him back into the ground. "You should've rephrased that," she says, the chains dissipating as a hammer formed in her hands. "I'm not taking your entitled self to waste the nurse's time for a couple of bruises. They're there to deal with broken bones, deep cuts, and third degree burns, though if you really want to see the nurse then I don't mind making their effort worth it." Pushing off her back foot, she'd quickly close the distance and prepare to strike with her weapon. "Either brace yourself and fight back, or I'll give you a fast track to misery!" Sebastian Sinclaire

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[Sebastian Sinclaire]

Sebastian ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ Sinclaire [attr="class","FaustContent"]So that's how it was gonna be, eh? Jun sure was committed to her principles. He'd respect it if it weren't for the fact that her principles sucked. There are far better things to be committed to than heroism. Still, if that's the way it was going to be, then so be it. He was more than willing to put in the work by not putting in the work. Another shock to his system as he was slammed into the ground. Everything was aching again. It was just like that time he got tackled from the sky and into the river by that crazy chain bitch. Crazy how hitting the water felt like hitting the ground, eh? It's fine. He'll just bottle that all up to look like a badass for a quick second. "Fine," he sighed. Slowly, he rose up from the ground, putting one hand on his knee to push himself up. "Just don't beg forgiveness when I show you just how serious I am about all of this." Once he was back on his feet, he positioned himself such that he'd be facing her with just his side. He pulled the headband up to meet her determined gaze with his own. One hand to his side, he raised the other arm towards her and beckoned her to come at him with a wag of his fingers. The second she was about to strike, he was prepared to throw himself into the hammer to let it knock him the fuck out. He did the math. He figured that if he just let his ass get kicked hard enough, he'd be off the hook for at least a week while he recovered. It'd certainly beat the hell out of actually busting his ass exercising. [attr="class","FaustNotes"][attr="class","FaustTags"]• Sebastian Sinclaire • junsuina •

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[junsuina]

[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... Finally, she was getting somewhere! This was the first real point where Sebastian seemed to be taking this seriously, finally willing to show Jun what he was capable of! She had to temper her emotions a little in order to keep her anger boiling. She couldn't go easy on him, of course, but it'd be nice to see some level of effort. There was hope yet! But as she closed in and began to swing something was wrong...he wasn't moving. He wasn't intending to move, at least...not in any defensive measure. Time seemed to slow a little, and he was...trying to catch the hammer with his face?! Wait a minute. Was he that committed to not doing anything that he was more than willing to take the blow and get knocked out? Seriously??? This wasn't good at all! And to make matters worse Jun was committed to the swing, and there wasn't anything she could do about it. Well, she could pull the punch a little...it would still knock him out, but at least she wouldn't give him brain damage. Which is exactly what happened. Poor Sebastian would get smacked, and she couldn't help but feel some level of guilt over what happened. Letting out a sigh, she'd just sit around and wait until he came around; she refused to touch him, and she had no intent to take him to the nurses office. Instead, she was going to try and get to the bottom of this... Sebastian Sinclaire

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[Sebastian Sinclaire]

Sebastian ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ Sinclaire [attr="class","FaustContent"]Time slowed down as she got closer to him. The bat was moving in slow motion. He could see it getting closer and closer to his face as he inched closer and closer to it. It felt like decades, but it was over in an instant. It was just one clean hit that sent him reeling. His whole body twisted with him as he was brutally spun around by the force and sent straight into the ground. He didn't even hold conscious long enough to soften the blow by making a bouncy floor. He was just straight KOed. At some point, he ended up waking up, but he didn't open his eyes. No, he could feel that what he was laying on was very clearly not a hospital bed. She left him there on the ground after kicking his ass. Rude. Wait. There's no way that Jun would be so heartless as to leave him there unattended. She was watching him, wasn't she? Shit. If he got back up, would she make him try again? Fuck, that idea was frightening. Maybe if he just pretended to be knocked out for a little while longer, she'd eventually give up and carry him to the nurse? Yeah! Then she'd think that she seriously did a number on him! Without moving a single muscle, he just continued laying there, waiting until Jun was convinced that Sebastian needed to go see the nurse. Unfortunately, he wasn't disciplined enough to just lay there awake and not do anything. He ended up dozing off again. Could you blame him though? The ground is just so comfortable! Eventually, he ended up rolling over in his sleep so that he'd be on his back, basking in the warm sun as he took a well-undeserved nap. [attr="class","FaustNotes"][attr="class","FaustTags"]• Sebastian Sinclaire • junsuina •

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[junsuina]

[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... If only Jun were so heartless. Maybe she could get on with her day doing productive things. Unfortunately, she was cursed with being too nice. Or...was this nice? She thought she was nice, other people might have another opinion. Either way, she'd wait patiently. And wait, and wait. Until he turned over, and...wait a minute, he was asleep. Or...was he asleep? No, that couldn't be the case....but at the same time it wouldn't be surprising if that was. Finally, she took a deep breath and walked over to him, gently prodding him with her foot. "We're getting food, and I have this thing where I don't like people's touch. Like, I don't like touching them, nor do I like people touching me. I'd prefer it if you got up and walked on your own." In truth, Jun should cut her losses here. But at the same time...she just wanted to see him succeed. Sebastian Sinclaire

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[Sebastian Sinclaire]

Sebastian ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ Sinclaire [attr="class","FaustContent"]Food? Did somebody mention food in Sebastian's presence!? Well, that's one way to get his attention. The imaginary sleeping snot bubble popped when she said the magic word. His eyes shot right open as his selective consciousness kicked in. "Woo! Finally!" he shouted, jumping back up to his feet. While he was certainly still hurting, and a bit dizzy from standing up so fast, he did his best to suppress it for the sake of comedy. After all, it wouldn't be very funny or obnoxious if he showed Jun how hurt he really was. He imagined it'd only infuriate her more if it looked like he was more than capable of taking a hit and was only pretending to be shit out of laziness. There was also the potential that he could trick her into believing that he was competent enough to handle himself similar to how he did with Miroru. The sooner he could get his teammates off his ass, the sooner he could get back to uninterrupted afternoon naps. Jun, however, should've been more careful around Sebastian. He loved annoying people, so it's always best not to give Sebastian ammo. Big grin on his face, he immediately broke right into Jun's personal bubble to try and hook an arm around her shoulders and pull her in for a side hug. "See, y'really need to be more reasonable like this sooner. Think of how much time you wasted trying to get me to change. You just gotta accept me as I am, keep me fed, and I'll help you win your silly little competition, yeah?" [attr="class","FaustNotes"][attr="class","FaustTags"]• Sebastian Sinclaire • junsuina •

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[junsuina]

[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... The first thing to cross through Jun's mind was panic. She did not take to touch well at all, and anyone that could touch her without issue were few and far between. There had to be some kind of rapport, comfort, and trust to allow such a thing. The second thing that went through her mind was irritation. As Sebastian raised his arm in an attempt to draw Jun close she immediately reacted, swatting it away with one hand and using the other to force him back. "No touching," she says. "Like. Ever. I don't want your grease on me...anyways, I don't care about this competition. Gen's just salty, and I'm only in it to improve. If this is what it takes to motivate you, then fine, but...we've got to do actual training, too." She'd take a step back, indicating he go first. "There's a McDonalds just off campus we can go to. So let's go." Sebastian Sinclaire

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[Sebastian Sinclaire]

Sebastian ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ Sinclaire [attr="class","FaustContent"]Grease!? Yeah, that checks out. Sort of. Kind of. He was lazy—not a disgusting slob. He was greasy in the sense that he was a slimy, good-for-nothing piece of shit though! That's not contagious though. At least, so he liked to think. If it was, then he and Kioko would've definitely spread it to Renjirou. "Oh boo, you're no fun, boo," he smirked, poking his finger at her nose but stopping just a centimeter short so that he could do that annoying little sibling thing where he could claim he wasn't touching her. "You really need to loosen up a bit. I mean, look at me: I just got hit by explosions and took a bat to the head, and I'm all loose, limber, and without a care in the world. If you keep stressing out, your hair will go white, and you'll get all sorts of wrinkles all over your almost-pretty face!" After getting bored of poking the bear, he hunched over with his hands in his pocket, exaggerating his poor posture while walking with a skip in his step. "McDonald's though, really? Talk about cheap..." he grumbled. They say beggars can't be choosers, but damn it was Sebastian going to try. "Can't we do sushi since I was such a good boy today?" [attr="class","FaustNotes"][attr="class","FaustTags"]• Sebastian Sinclaire • junsuina •

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☆ MISSION COMPLETE ☆

You can lead a horse to water but you can't make them drink...Unless you shoot at them first

Sebastian: 7,000+2500=9,500
Jun: 500+2500=3000

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