[junsuina]

[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... For someone who wasn't very physically imposing Jun had a lot of food piled up on her tray. Granted, it was mostly fries, but she clearly had a high metabolism. In truth, Jun didn't want to be here, but she made a promise and she had to make an effort here. What exactly went through the mind of Sebastian Sinclaire? He had claimed that food was a good motivator for him, but as far as Jun could tell he had two modes: sleeping, and freeloading. If there was an in-between, she hadn't seen it. She thought herself good when it came to observation and understanding patterns, so much so that she was capable of taking tropes that only appeared in fiction and applying them to the real world. Strangely enough, fiction had more bearing on reality than one might expect. But that didn't mean she understood people well enough. It was a glaring weakness that she was painfully aware of, and one that she had to figure out how to overcome if she was going to be a good hero one day. Which lead to an obvious question... "...so why exactly are you enrolled at UA?" She wasn't going to give Sebastian any wiggle room if she could help it, and she wanted answers. Something that she could work with. Sebastian Sinclaire

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[Sebastian Sinclaire]

Sebastian ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ Sinclaire [attr="class","FaustContent"]Food. Delicious free food! Oh joy, oh joy, everything is right in the world. He sat down directly across from Jun with a big smile on his face. He unwrapped his burger with joy in his heart. It was like opening the first gift on Christmas Day. Then she asked him that question. His mouth hung agape midbite. He pushed the burger away before taking a chomp, set it back down on the tray, and sighed. He went for a sip of his Sprite, paused for a second, then pushed his sunglasses up to cover his eyes better. "I made a promise," he said in a plain tone. "I know it may be hard to believe what with how charismatic I am, but I don't have many friends," he sighed. "Hell, I don't have many people who even believe in me. My folks gave up on me a long time ago. I'm just a disappointment," he paused again to take another sip. "There was only one person that believed that I could actually do something with my life. When I was a little kid, some building debris fell on my leg in a fight between a hero and a villain up over Tokyo Tower. It was so painful, and I spent weeks in the hospital. Y'know, I thought it was miserable, but it led me to this wonderful, wonderful girl. Her name was Nise." He took another sip from his drink, and a single tear fell from his eye. "She couldn't leave. Her quirk made her very frail, and I shared a room with her for a little bit. When I got all better, I used to catch the train all by myself to go and see her. I used to get up to all sorts of shenanigans at that hospital all to make sure that there was a smile on Nise's face," he smiled. "I didn't apply myself much in school, but you can best believe that I applied the hell out of myself when it came to making Nise happy. More than the magic tricks I used to do for her, the stories I'd tell, or the games I'd come up with, y'know what she loved? Heroes. She loved it when I read those silly little comic books to her." He smiled again, took a sip, and brought his hand to his mouth. He gripped his cheekbones, nudging his glasses up a bit as he shed a few more tears, exhaling through his nose while his body shook a bit. [attr="class","FaustNotes"][attr="class","FaustTags"]• Sebastian Sinclaire • junsuina •

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[junsuina]

[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... Jun would listen in as he talked, eating a fry at a time over the course of his explanation. Two sides of her pulled in opposite directions: the part of her that found his story touching, that he was willing to put himself through hell and back for a friend in need. Jun hadn't heard of too many cases of people's quirks making them stay in the hospital all the time, but quirks had limits, too, and if overtaxed it could easily put someone down for the count. It was a touching story, and her heart went out to him. The other side of her, cold and calculating, wanted to call him a bold-faced liar. There were a few holes, and some parts didn't make sense. There was also no way to tell if those tears of his were fake. She had to find a balance to continue forward. "So you're doing this in order to make her happy..." she says, going slow and trying not to put words in his mouth. There were a lot of different things she could infer from this story, but she wanted to keep the bare basics. Not only that, she needed to sus out if he was actually lying or not. Sebastian Sinclaire

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[Sebastian Sinclaire]

Sebastian ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ Sinclaire [attr="class","FaustContent"]He shook his head in response to her question. "I...I don't know why I'm doing this." He paused again to take another sip and exhale with shaky breath. "Y'know, I used to get jealous of all those heroes I used to read about to her. I wanted to be one just so that she'd look at me with that same...Look. She smiled at me all the time, but she had this, this look to her. It was admiration. She never looked at me like that, but I wanted her to." His mood started to pick up as he imagined the look on Nise's face. It was like simply thinking of it was enough to lift his spirits. Then suddenly, he went back to an emotional mess. "But she never will. Yet, here I am at U.A. I want to keep that promise I made to her all those years ago. I do. I really do. But...How can I when I'm...me? I'm lazy. I'm a jackass. I'm screw-up. I know that I can do it if I just tried, but I just can't. It's just different without her. I figured that one day I'd find that fire—that reason to fulfill that promise..." In a sudden burst of emotion, he stood up and slammed his hands on the table, probably drawing a few eyes to him in the process. "What's the fucking point though!? Why am I trying to keep a promise to a dead girl!?""" [attr="class","FaustNotes"][attr="class","FaustTags"]• Sebastian Sinclaire • junsuina •

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[junsuina]

[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... As Sebastian continued the cogs in Jun's head began to turn. So there is someone he wants to impress. Someone that he wants to look at him the way she- In his emotional outburst he had unintentionally struck a cord within Jun. One that, deep down, she just got. A memory tugged at the corner of her mind as she looked up at him, fry hanging partway out of her mouth. Swallowing hard, she looked around and saw that they were gathering attention, which was something that she really didn't want. "Sit back down," she says, keeping her voice low. "I'm sorry. I didn't...I didn't mean to dredge something like that up, just...I get it, though." She looked down at her tray, her appetite all but gone. She showed a little bit of hesitation, but after a moment or two she reached up to pull at a chain around her neck, pulling it off and setting it on the table between them. On the chain would be a plain looking ring, the stone that was supposed to be in the setting missing. "This is...the physical representation of a broken promise I made when I was eight. I told my mother I would never take up the mantle of a hero when I finally discovered what my quirk was. But...I guess like you, I also made a promise to a..." She trailed off, not wanting to finish the thought. "Nise meant a lot to you...and you want to do justice by her memory." Sebastian Sinclaire

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[Sebastian Sinclaire]

Sebastian ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ Sinclaire [attr="class","FaustContent"]Huh...Lost his cool there for a second. That was pretty out of character for him. He wondered just how Jun's perception of him had changed. "Sorry." He sat back down. And as a reward for sharing, Jun confessed something personal as well. Jun's mom didn't want her to become a hero, and yet she went and did it. Oh, and her mom is dead. Yeah, that's also a pretty important detail. That's a bummer. "I see. Well, Jun, I'm sorry to hear that. I'm not sorry for telling you all of that though. There are two things you can learn from my story. One: McDonald's Sprite hits different. It really helped me get those tears flowing faster to really help sell the story. And Two: You can't trust me. I made it all up. I don't have a sob story or anything like that," he waved one hand dismissively while his other hand picked up the burger. "My parents kicked me out for being a good-for-nothing shut-in. I applied to U.A. to trick them into believing that I'm not a piece of shit. They didn't buy it. No surprise there because they already learned the lesson that you're learning right now. I'm just bumming it at U.A. until I'm inevitably expelled," he said with a mouthful of burger. [attr="class","FaustNotes"][attr="class","FaustTags"]• Sebastian Sinclaire • junsuina •

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[junsuina]

[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... Jun's eye twitched. Not one of those "blink and you might miss it", but an absolute obvious one that showcased irritation. Almost right away she snatched up her chain and put it back on, tucking the ring away safely underneath her shirt. "And so you're going through what I can only assume to be tough love," she says, shoving a handful of fries into her mouth. Boy did he tick her off. "So why don't you drop out if you don't plan on applying yourself in any way?" Her tone was flat, stoic, a sign that her walls were back up and that she had no intent on sharing anything more. That probably annoyed her more than anything else, that he was able to strike that cord no problem. He didn't know about that incident...did he? "Assuming you graduate, you'll be pushed into a field that you have to be active in, and assuming you get expelled you'll be on the streets again. Why not take charge of your life and actively do something aside from lounge about in the practice fields?" Sebastian Sinclaire

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[Sebastian Sinclaire]

Sebastian ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ Sinclaire [attr="class","FaustContent"]"Why would I drop out? Dropping out just means I go back on the streets," he rolled his eyes, not that she could see it with him wearing sunglasses. She did, however, have a point. Not doing anything at U.A. and allowing himself to get expelled would just put him back where he was: on the street. All he was doing right now was delaying the inevitable. The problem was that he was perfectly fine with that. If that's how it ends, then that's how it ends. "I'm not graduating. It's literally impossible that I last that long. I give it one month until I start getting academic discipline rained down on me. I'd say they'll expel me in two months tops. That's two whole months where I get a roof over my head. That's two whole months where I get a chance to try and con some poor sucker into taking care of me for the rest of my life." And he was shameless about it. Hell, he was conning Jun right now, and if she hadn't figured that out yet, then she was a lost cause. "The thing about me is that I'm lazy, Jun. I'm not interested in working hard or becoming a productive member of society. I just want to seclude myself in a comfortable room with enough distractions to keep me busy until I get that sweet, sweet release of death.""" [attr="class","FaustNotes"][attr="class","FaustTags"]• Sebastian Sinclaire • junsuina •

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[junsuina]

[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... She had finally gotten to her chicken sandwich, taking a big bite out of it as she considered her options. If it was someone who had any worthwhile goals then there could be something she could salvage, but every possibility she could think of in her head lead to failure. By dangling a carrot in front of anyone else, she could get some level of commitment out of them. Miroru, Emilia, literally anyone else she could get something out of it by promising improvement, taking another step towards their goals, becoming the best that they could be. Sebastian didn't want the same things. He wanted a life that was free of danger, secluded from the world. Even if Jun decided not to walk this path, she couldn't imagine living in a way that was unfulfilling. "Then today is our last session together," she says, frowning. "I can't help anyone that doesn't even want to help themself. If you want to live such a sad existence, then I can't help you. But I'm not going to devote anymore resources into someone that doesn't want to put forth any effort." She wondered how long it took for Sebastian's parents to do what they did. Gosh, that sounded like it'd be hard. She couldn't imagine her own parents doing anything like that to her...though she imagined her mother wouldn't hesitate. "From this day forward, I'm releasing you from our agreement. You're no longer part of this competition, and you're free to do as you please." Sebastian Sinclaire

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[Sebastian Sinclaire]

Sebastian ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ Sinclaire [attr="class","FaustContent"]He had thought that he had a good read on Jun's personality, but evidently she was not the optimistic sucker that he took her for. Well, color him surprised. "Oh? Huh. I read you wrong...I guess that's it then, huh?" It was good while it lasted. Sort of. It was okay. I mean, he got his ass kicked a lot because he didn't even try to do work, but he did get a few free meals out of it. "Wow. Seriously, I'm shocked. I pegged you as the sort of person to never give up on someone: save the people who don't want to be saved. Whelp, I don't blame you. I certainly don't make it easy, but that's what makes it fun, right? I like to think so," he grinned, mixing in a bit of playfulness with his shallow attempt at manipulating Jun to continue the game. Rather than try and press it even further and make Jun change her mind with a guilt trip, he hushed the fucked up and went right to eating his food. It was starting to get cold what with all of the bullshitting that he had been doing. [attr="class","FaustNotes"][attr="class","FaustTags"]• Sebastian Sinclaire • junsuina •

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[junsuina]

[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... "Sebastian," she starts, looking across the table at him. "If there was some motivation, something that you desperately wanted, that I could give you in order to get you to work, then I wouldn't be above providing it. But based on what you've told me today, and your actions, and your goals, there is literally nothing that I can do because you fall into that category of people that don't want to be saved. Except instead of saving you from certain death, it's a case of saving you from yourself, which...I'm not strong enough to do." Her tone in the last part of that dropped, clearly a level of remorse present as she had to come to terms with that. She was after all looking at someone who sooner or later was going to vanish from society entirely, and there wasn't a thing she could do to stop it. "It's just...disappointing. Because I know you have the potential to be something better than yourself. As imaginary as Nise is, she placed her faith correctly." Of course Jun would side with someone fictional. But there was no point continuing in this experiment if she cared more than Sebastian. She'd mutter her disappointment before continuing to eat on in silence, definitely and totally becoming depressed. Sebastian Sinclaire

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