"I'm better than you and... doesn't that just make you sick?
ALIAS
All for One
OCCUPATION
Second Year Student
EVENT TOKENS
200
QUIRK
Horrid Reality
Archived
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Apr 20, 2024 12:52:14 GMT
Post by Kurokami Gen on Apr 20, 2024 12:52:14 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","currage"] [attr="class","currage1"] [attr="class","curragetop"] [attr="class","curragelyric"] Miseria Cantare Love, your hate Your faith lost [attr="class","currageimg"] [attr="class","currageimg2"] [attr="class","currageimg3"]  [break][break][break] [attr="class","curragepost"]
"Well doc', I have to agree with you, seeing Balloon Boy's Hero work first-hand would be the best way to see the error of my ways..."[break][break]
And now we’re here. The place where all roads in U.A.U. lead. A practical exercise. That’s the kind of place this was. Any time you had an issue with someone, you’d settle it on the Field. It didn’t matter how ill-fitting a solution it was, violence was the number one solution around these parts. It was a simple one, one even the dumbest Hero-wannabe could under- wait, what was that at the end? She couldn't be serious. No, she wouldn't. “Wait, what do you mean 'together'?”[break][break]
“You mean we'll attend it together, but on opposite sides, right?”[break][break]
Surely, they wouldn’t be this twisted. He knew the school’s methods could be a bit out there, but this was taking the cake. Forcing him to cooperate with this nutjob? And forcing the latter to be at his mercy? It was such an outrageous idea that whoever proposed it had to qualify under some legal definition of insanity. There was no world where he could see this turning into a disaster.[break][break]
“Right?!?”[break][break]
That can't be right, can it?
[attr="class","curragebot"] Radiate, recognize one silent call as we all form one dark flame.
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"I'm better than you and... doesn't that just make you sick?
ALIAS
All for One
OCCUPATION
Second Year Student
EVENT TOKENS
200
QUIRK
Horrid Reality
Archived
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Post by Kurokami Gen on Apr 19, 2024 3:23:44 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","currage"] [attr="class","currage1"] [attr="class","curragetop"] [attr="class","curragelyric"] Miseria Cantare Love, your hate Your faith lost [attr="class","currageimg"] [attr="class","currageimg2"] [attr="class","currageimg3"] [break][break][break] [attr="class","curragepost"]
No one knows what would happen to your original quirk if the person who has it dies.[break][break]
Interesting…[break][break]
Less so was the seemingly endless staircase that the group was all but forced to descend. Gen, of course, lagged behind. Best to let these two tank be his meat shield for the time while he analyzed the place. The logistics of it alone stretched credulity. She had the manpower to make such a ludicrous room a reality, but what about the funding, better yet, how did she keep this type of thing under wraps for so long. More gaps in the fucked-up dream logic that tied this place together. The path to hell was long and ardous, enough to make him rethink his approach for when he reached the bottom. [break][break]
The stairs were too many for him to climb without any psychos chasing after him. If he got to the basement before the end of the year, he might not be able to resurface, or worse… They needed a plan, but on the other hand, that involved talking to these bitches. Hmmm. Better to take his chances on his own… But then Jun had to speak, and then Ylva just had to follow suit. They were adorable plans, commendable on any other occasion, but under these circumstances, they were nothing short of incompetent.[break][break]
And there was nothing that got Gen going like incompetence.[break][break]
“That’s a great plan, gals.” Suddenly, a burst of air rattled the back of the stairs, propelling Gen above the girls until he was at the front of the conga line, blocking the emo girl’s path “If you wanna’ end up as her Servants for the rest of your lives.” He’d shoot a smug look at them, before adding. “Though I’m sure you’d both enjoy that.”[break][break]
“Ylva-chan, you’re assuming this is a straight up fight.” Three clicks of his tongue showed just how little he thought of that concept. “Think about what you’ve seen already.” Suddenly, the ring would come into view, along with all five of the young man’s knuckles. A closed fist that would soon open. [break][break]
“Mind Control.” One finger raised, that one was a gimmie at this point. “Human Transmutation.” The way she managed to merge multiple minions into one made Two. “Mist Control.” Her obnoxious showboating and teleportation made three. “Appearance Manipulation.” The two Concocters showed number four. “Gravity Enhancement.” And with that, his hand was fully open, along with the bag of nonsensical tricks that woman had paraded in front of their eyes. “Can either of you think of a single power that could fit the bill for all five of those? I can’t, and I’ve used more Quirks than both of you put together.” Of course, Gen wasn’t there for the power-up mist, so he was lacking some information himself, but he had enough to make the following conclusion.[break][break]
“There’s a trick here, and if we just go in guns blazing, you’ll be playing right into their hands.”[break][break]
“If you want to beat a smoke and mirrors type like her, you gotta’ expose the magic before you can go all-out.” Gen grasped his chin, trying to make sense of all of this bullshit. “There’s two ways I can think of how she’s doing this.” He’d spare the girls of his other theory, for now. The less he said about it the better. “The most logical explanation is of an assistant, a second Concocter; one who controls the mist, while the other controls the goons and their Quirks." He paused, before adding. "They’ll be hiding, but they’re the key to her gameplan.” He was more than aware of how much this advice applied to him, but right now, there were more pressing matters than his grift. “Root them out and you kill the magic, after that, it should be pretty easy.”[break][break]
“Your new Quirk could do that, right, Ylva-chan~?” Snapping his fingers, he then pointed at the more impatient of the two girls. “If someone bought time, you could use your shadow to scan around the room.” That wasn’t enough, was it? This was all conjecture, but even if he had solid proof of another enemy, he doubted Ylva would heed his warning. “Worst case scenario, it should give you a good angle for that kill-shot you’ve been dying to use since you got here.” The look on her eyes made that one pretty obvious.[break][break]
“Of course, if we need to waste someone's time, then there’s no better candidate than…” He paused for a moment, before pointing toward the obvious answer. “Me.” Gen pulled out his phone to reveal what he'd found earlier. “I picked up more than just keys up there.” On-screen was a e-mail, and inside of it were instructions on what to do if the dipshit on the other end never heard from them again. “Should be enough to get her attention for a few minutes… or at least it would, if I had my fucking Quirks!” A glare shot out towards the slower of the two gals. He took a deep breath, before explaining. “So if I just went out there and tried to talk face-to-face, she might just kill me in one shot.” Bringing both hands to his cheeks, he would sarcastically add. “And we can’t have that, can we?”[break][break]
“But there is one way I can buy time without any risk at all.” His features twisted into a sick little smile. His mind flashed back to a delightfully devilish little prank from a few months back. “Jun-chan, remember the last time we met?” It was a hard moment to forget. The closest he’d come to making her quit. He would’ve let it happen, too, but things were more complicated than he’d like. A compromise he had to make for someone else’s sake. “Remember that trick I did with Momo-chan~?” Oh, he was gonna’ love explaining this.[break][break]
“Ok, so here's the plan…”[break][break]
[break][break]
“And that’s the plan!” Bringing both of his hands together, Gen would bring that oh so riveting explanation to an end. It was almost as long as these stairs, but with these two, he couldn’t leave anything to chance. “Unless there’s something you haven’t told me, I don’t see a world where it doesn't work out.”[break][break]
“It’s a good one, so try not to fuck it up.”[break][break]
That was the last thing Kurokami Gen said at the staircase. A few moments later, he could be seen walking into the chamber below. Taking point, he’d whistle out, impressed at the Mise-en-scène on display. “My, my. You’ve put on quite a show for us, Concocter, but its time for your curtain call.”[break][break]
[attr="class","curragebot"] Love your hate.[break]
Your faith lost.[break]
You are now one of us.[break][break]
TL;DR: [break]
- Gen goes down the stairs.[break]
- There are too many stairs.[break]
- Gen hears the plan.[break]
- Gen thinks the plan sucks ass. [break]
- Gen explains his theories on how the Concocter is doing all of this(multiple people, multiple Quirks). [break]
- Gen makes a new plan to root out the Concocter's fuckery.[break]
- Gen has a second plan he explains off-screen to the girls about how he and Jun can buy Ylva some time(Check #nightmare-thread-2 for full details, also I re-sent the whole thing on DMs for your convenience)[break]
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"I'm better than you and... doesn't that just make you sick?
ALIAS
All for One
OCCUPATION
Second Year Student
EVENT TOKENS
200
QUIRK
Horrid Reality
Archived
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Apr 13, 2024 21:49:09 GMT
Post by Kurokami Gen on Apr 13, 2024 21:49:09 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","currage"] [attr="class","currage1"] [attr="class","curragetop"] [attr="class","curragelyric"] Miseria Cantare Love, your hate Your faith lost [attr="class","currageimg"] [attr="class","currageimg2"] [attr="class","currageimg3"] [attr="class","curragetag"] written for Elijah[break][break][break] [attr="class","curragepost"]
There were things Gen expected whenever he pulled a proverbial gun on someone. Some first try to deny it, unable to believe a so-called Hero would resort to blackmail; a grand majority throw hands at the first opportunity, proving how right the little goblin was in picking on them; the more pathetic of the bunch would give up, especially when accounting for the stresses of intercontinental flights. Elijah, on the other hand, simply accepted it. [break][break]
He took the facts in as presented and, opting not to play his roommate’s dog-and-pony show, simply pointed out the pointlessness of it all. Cool, calm, collected, he accurately surmised that the only way to win here was to not to play. The way a normal person would act in the face of these childish games, which was interesting, because…[break][break]
Normal People don’t travel 8000 km to be Hero Students.[break][break]
Before Gen could spend a lot of time analyzing what to make of such a discovery, the moment of truth arrived. A teacher, already dreading dealing with him, was at the door, staring both students down in hopes of fishing any information he could from unspoken cues. [break][break]
“Why is it when something happens around here, you’re somehow involved, Kurokami?” The man spoke in a gruff voice, Gen didn’t remember who he was and the other guy probably wasn’t here long enough to learn his name. It didn’t matter. The only relevant part about him was his authority, one he wasted no time in applying. “What happened here?” Already with the human garbage bag, he turned to Elijah, with some concern hiding behind his words. “Did he do something to you?”[break][break]
Taking the initiative, Gen would snap his fingers, bringing the attention back to him before Elijah could screw his story up. “I wouldn’t be so quick to point fingers around like that. I was involved, but it was just an accident, and besides no one got hurt.”[break][break]
"Explain."[break][break]
GEN’S TESTIMONY.[break][break]
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“There I was, reading the latest issue of Weekly Shonen Jump, chilling in my room, not bothering anyone, and then this guy showed up and started speaking some foreign language at me.”[break][break]
“He’s Quebecois, you see. So naturally, I was on edge.“[break][break]
“This could’ve been any number of students trying to get revenge by attacking me in my room, away from any security cameras.”[break][break]
“So I fired a warning shot, made sure to aim away from him. Seems a few of my clothes caught fire in the process.”[break][break]
“But…” The suspect pointed towards Elijah with all the gusto you’d expect from him. “This guy was so concerned about my well-being that he dragged me out of the room and hit the fire alarm.” Performatively putting both hands around his cheeks, he added, mockingly. “Very Plus Ultra of him.”[break][break]
“Of course, once he pulled the fire alarm, I made sure to extinguish the fire and repair the damages with a few Quirks.”
[break][break]
“Apparently, he was my roommate or something, but I wasn’t aware of that. I thought you guys would give up after what happened to the last guy.”[break][break]
“But you see, officer, I feared for my life, I was rightfully defending myself, and no lasting damage has been left on campus property. So in other words, no harm, no foul, right?”
[break][break]
Sighing, the man opened the door, revealing the room hidden under that mountain of garbage. The tumbleweeds of candy wrappers were gone, the tinfoil leaves were no more, and the towers of unwashed dishes had been relocated elsewhere. It wasn’t pristine, by any means, this was still a college dorm, after all. All the garbage that used to be on Elijah’s bed was still there, as was everything he’d put into that black bag. However, a good 80% of that mess was gone, especially the grimier parts of it. More importantly, though, that charred stain on the ground, along with the clothes? They had all vanished without a trace.[break][break]
Every piece of evidence tying Elijah to that fire was gone, as was any trace of its existence. Erased from existence. There was nothing to off of, other than what these two had to say. As if he had seen this a million times before, the teacher turned towards the other student, his last hope in getting to the bottom of this bullshit.[break][break]
“What actually happened here? Is what he’s saying true?”[break][break]
[attr="class","curragebot"] Radiate, recognize one silent call as we all form one dark flame.
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"I'm better than you and... doesn't that just make you sick?
ALIAS
All for One
OCCUPATION
Second Year Student
EVENT TOKENS
200
QUIRK
Horrid Reality
Archived
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Apr 11, 2024 17:45:19 GMT
Post by Kurokami Gen on Apr 11, 2024 17:45:19 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","currage"] [attr="class","currage1"] [attr="class","curragetop"] [attr="class","curragelyric"] Miseria Cantare Love, your hate Your faith lost [attr="class","currageimg"] [attr="class","currageimg2"] [attr="class","currageimg3"] [break][break][break] [attr="class","curragepost"]
Gen culled the playing field with a firestorm of spite. Now, all that was left was delivering the coup d’grace. He didn’t need his new Quirk for that. A flick of the wrist engaged the device. Lightning arched around his left hand, dancing in the air and illuminating the hallway. The voltage ramped up every second, past the point of merely maiming a normal man. He took a deep breath, lined up the shot, and…[break][break]
“Let me turn your dream into a-”[break][break]
SPLAT [break][break]
His arm flew toward the ground, and the rest of his body followed. A cracked silhouette left on the floor as every inch of his body whined in pain. Another whimper escaped from his mouth as the weight of the world flattened him. His limbs were killing him, it was as if they had been replaced with massive training weights. He gritted his teeth, trying to tough it out and make some sort of construct to end the pain, but it was too much. He couldn’t focus, he lacked the resilience to close this out. [break][break]
Lying there, more powerful than ever, but just as weak as before, Gen had no choice but to watch on as Jun stood tall. The monster crumbled into pieces without him so much as laying a finger on it. The dust spread, then settled, and the little bastard couldn’t help but think back to another conversation.[break][break]
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Two Days Earlier…[break][break]
“You got a raw deal, then…” If Jun was about to come clean with all of that embarrassing nonsense about the Guardians or whatever, then it was only fair that Gen replied with some truth. “A lot of my Quirks got shuffled around a bunch of people and seems you were one of them.” Not all of it, of course, because fuck that noise. Jun was stupid enough to believe in that All for One garbage anyway, no reason to ruin all that good work. “'Cause I recognize that new Quirk of yours.”[break][break]
“If you’re hoping for some dramatic backstory to it, you’re out of luck, ‘cause there’s not much to it.” Gen chuckled to himself, amused. A happiness he couldn’t hide. It was nice to see one’s misery inflicted onto others. See how they like it for a change. “I stole off some sad sack in middle school, I can’t really remember his name right now, but he’s probably working at, I don’t know, the drive-through at McDonald’s?” He shrugged his shoulders, caring little for this definitely hypothetical guy who used to wield this. “He called it something stupid, so I gave it a new name.”[break][break]
“「Horrid Reality」”[break][break]
“It's an Illusion Quirk, but not the good kind.” That being said, it was best to pull a little bit of the curtain. Enough to prevent an idiot like Jun from getting herself killed. He'd rather keep this to himself, but if a certain someone found out that something happened to Jun because of Gen trying to keep this stupid secret, then it probably wouldn't end well for him. “For one, you can’t create anything that touches people, so don’t even think about using it as an attack.” Rule number one, you can’t hurt anyone with it, but worse yet was rule number two. “And here’s the kicker. Your opponent needs to believe that the illusion is real at all times, so you have to make it make sense.”[break][break]
Equally important was fooling oneself. It might’ve been useless, but Jun didn’t strike him as smart enough to get any use out of it. At least, without some pointers. “I used it a lot back in my first-year.” Yeah, that should be a good enough cover story, he thought. “It helped shore up a lot of weak spots in my game, but as soon as I started getting your Quirks I didn’t need it anymore.” Most Quirks are garbage. More handicaps and deformations than actual superpowers. Even with All for One in play, 100 common powers could not compare to a single Hero Student’s gifts. “It paired well with my Quirk, since I could theoretically have any power up my sleeve, but on its own, its just a useless light show.”[break][break]
Still, he needed to get to his point. He knew his audience. Some things needed spelling out, especially when it came to what one can or, in this case, can’t do.
“To sum it up, it's weak, useless, and will never win a fight.”[break][break]
“And now, neither will you.”[break][break]
Gen was livid, and unlike that gravity, those feelings weren’t fading anytime. Something about seeing Jun, beating this massive, hulking monstrosity in a straight up fight. He couldn’t put it into words, but this was wrong and he hated every second of it. That’s not how things were supposed to go. She beat him… with that. Fucking. Quirk. How? How did that even work? She was practically Quirkless. He would’ve-she should’ve been a stain on the ground next to that thing! How the fuck?!?[break][break]
Spite, Misery, Hatred, and somehow, Envy all swelled up inside of him. Every part of himself wanted to lash out in protest. To explode out in a blaze of horrible comments. To let out the most vile screed he could manage, and his new Quirk did little to dissuade that. A dry thud barely echoed through the hallway as Gen punched the floor, his slender arms not even moving the damaged concrete.[break][break]
His head swung toward the door as he heard Jun’s voice. After a deep breath, he got up, hobbling towards the entrance. There were a million things he wanted to spit out onto the world, but this wasn’t the time. They needed to get out of here. Whatever was happening inside his head, he needed to keep it there. Get real, Gen. The truth is only going to make you look worse. You can't air type of stuff in public, but that being said...[break][break]
“Well, JUN, while you were busy fuckin’ around with her goons, I was doing real Hero work.” Just because he wasn’t going to rant didn’t mean that Gen would magically gain a better disposition. His pettiness was plain for all to see, the kind of bitchy co-worker energy that ruins a day on any job, much less one where your life is at risk. “You know, investigating, finding leads, acquiring evidence, making sure its in a safe place if anything happens to us, and…” Leaning against the wall, Gen walked into the room, holding the keyring he had fished out of her offices. “Ta-dah!” The ornate key stuck out like a sore thumb, already picked out of the pile and pinched between that asshole’s fingers. “Woah, would you look at that? It’s what we need to move forward, who could’ve guessed we needed to slow down and not push our weight around? Oh yeah, right, I did!!!”[break][break]
“Of course, I could’ve just yelled it out, but I think that defeats the purpose of doing this behind the Concocter’s back” Suddenly, as if to enhance his point, his head turned up. “I dunno', what do you think, Ylva?”[break][break]
[attr="class","curragebot"] Nothing, from nowhere.[break]
I'm no one at all.[break]
Radiate, recognize one silent call[break]
As we all form one dark flame.[break][break]
Incinerate![break]
[break][break]
TL;DR:[break]
- Gen tries to finish off the Big guy with Spark of Genius but gets owned by the S-rank gravity.[break]
- He has to watch Jun beat this guy with his Quirk.[break]
- FLASHBACK. Gen is an asshole and gives his (mostly) honest thoughts about his Real Quirk.[break]
- We come back from the flashback to find Gen seething about Jun owning him with his power.[break]
- Like a real passive-aggressive piece of shit, he says he found evidence on the Concocter and shows the key ring.[break]
- Most of this post is Gen getting owned and being mad about it.[break]
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"I'm better than you and... doesn't that just make you sick?
ALIAS
All for One
OCCUPATION
Second Year Student
EVENT TOKENS
200
QUIRK
Horrid Reality
Archived
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Post by Kurokami Gen on Apr 8, 2024 23:06:37 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","currage"] [attr="class","currage1"] [attr="class","curragetop"] [attr="class","curragelyric"] Miseria Cantare Love, your hate Your faith lost [attr="class","currageimg"] [attr="class","currageimg2"] [attr="class","currageimg3"] [break][break][break] [attr="class","curragepost"] Yeah, this was more like it.[break][break] No matter how flashy, every business had a backdoor; a place away from all the magic, where all that boring adult stuff takes place. Bookeeping, security and inventory. If there was something that could make any real charges stick, it was right here. If the Concocter was all that, she’d have no use for these risks, especially that picture, but her would-be customer wasn’t about to complain. [break][break] Gen was quick to boot the PC up and start digitally rummaging through folders and folders of footage. Of course, he didn’t have time to analyze the tape, but he didn’t need to.All he needed was to put this in safe hands, but whose, he wondered. [break][break] They needed to be smart enough to put two and two together in case they didn’t make it back, but they couldn’t be someone he actually cared about. If their address leaked out, they could have God-knows-who chasing them down the streets. Smart, but enough of a piece of shit where he wouldn’t feel bad about screwing over. He thought about it for a moment, before coming to the only possible answer.[break][break] [break][break] Perfect.[break][break] Now, let’s see how the girls are doing.[break][break]
[break][break] With the keyring audibly spinning around his finger, Gen would just catch the gloomy girl leaving Jun to her fate. The latter did what she could to hold the masses off, but what good was it? The effect was neat, I guess, and it almost made Gen’s Quirk look cool. Almost. No matter how hard she yelled about it, no matter how many bells or whistles she added, she was overreaching. She was doing more than what that Quirk could bargain for, and eventually, those goons were gonna get to that weak little girl.[break][break] Unless…[break][break] Someone really did burn this fucker to the ground. [break][break] “Oh, you’re still dealing with these?” [break][break] “What a disappointment, I thought you wanted to be number one, Ylva-chan~” His voice boomed from the back of the hallway, just outside the gravity well’s range. “Oh well... you can just sit back and watch how a real star at work.” Right then and there, two jade-green pieces of machinery would appear on either side of the doorway. They were not mere cannons, like the ones Jun so gleefully took to summoning, no, these were something much, much worse. If she wanted to sell the fantasy of fire, then Gen would just make it a reality. “You’ll have plenty of time to get used to it after graduation.”[break][break]  [break][break] His mind swelled with Spite, the very thing that kept him going, and the very same force that would one day consume him from the inside. Then, all he needed to do was watch. The two weapons spewed an emerald green wave of fire out onto the room, setting the army of assailants ablaze. Watching all those little bodies turned to ash. God, it felt so good! [break][break] [attr="class","curragebot"] Radiate, recognize one silent call as we all form one dark flame.[break][break]
TL;DR:[break]
- Gen sends the security footage to some piece of shit from the Support Couse as a contingency[break]
- He comes back to find Ylva ditching Jun and her doing a kinda cool stunt.
- Staying out of the extra gravity's reach, he uses Emotion Battery(C+) to clean out some goons with a pair of flamethrower constructs.
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"I'm better than you and... doesn't that just make you sick?
ALIAS
All for One
OCCUPATION
Second Year Student
EVENT TOKENS
200
QUIRK
Horrid Reality
Archived
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Post by Kurokami Gen on Apr 1, 2024 3:56:46 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","currage"] [attr="class","currage1"] [attr="class","curragetop"] [attr="class","curragelyric"] Miseria Cantare Love, your hate Your faith lost [attr="class","currageimg"] [attr="class","currageimg2"] [attr="class","currageimg3"] [break][break][break] [attr="class","curragepost"]
The darkness did little to hide the evident glee Gen took from unleashing every bit of power he had been denied. The flames just so managed to illuminate the sickened smile that curled into his lips, before he was dragged back into the abyss. Not by the encroaching masses, but by Jun, of all people. “Aww, and it was just getting fun, too~” He playfully complained, before being greeted by the only person as annoying as him.[break][break]
Seeing the Concocter appear and reappear at will, it only added to the tally of confirmed powers in play. The number went up to three so far, four if you counted the ability to see in the dark. Maybe she was able to use the Quirks of those she enslaved, but if that were the case, this would’ve played out a lot differently. There would’ve been no need for the theatrics. The powerful need only steamroll the ants that stand before them. With that in mind, two competing theories formed inside his mind, either she had some accomplice hiding behind the curtain, or… hm, wouldn’t that be fun? [break][break]
When her “time” was up, Gen simply replied. [break][break]
“Then again, you were never really here, were you?”[break][break]
That was the only thing he knew for a fact.[break][break]
Before he could get all smug about it, though, reality would come down on him, and as it usually did, it wasn’t pulling any punches today. Gen immediately began tripping and stumbling, almost landing on his ass in less than a second. He felt the weight of the world all but doubling in the blink of an eye, and unlike the girls, his body wasn’t equipped to deal with it. He barely managed to lean against the nearby wall, before letting a pitiful whimper escape from his mouth. His legs felt as if they were submerged in a swamp and his left arm felt as if it were about to fly off the socket, all due to the added weight he carried. If this was bullshit, it was a stronger blend than what he was used to.[break][break]
Lucky for him, his so-called peers were too focused on arguing about what they should do to mock his troubles. They wanted to fight those mooks so badly? Good for them. Knock yourselves out, girls. Even with Jun’s newfound bout of weakness, Ylva’s psychotic little puppet could more than deal with them. Him? He wasn’t about to get into a fistfight with that thing, new powers or otherwise, especially when it was such an obvious diversion. God, they were such marks. He wasn’t complaining, though. If the Concocter was focusing on them, she wouldn’t be able to keep as close an eye on him.[break][break]
When he saw the flash of light from Jun’s punch, Gen knew that was his cue to bounce. He never so much as stepped back into the bar, or well, where it used to be. When a swindler tries to draw your attention anywhere, that should be the last place you look.[break][break]
Time was of the essence. Who knew how many seconds he had until the Concocter served another brew of bullshit? With his boots launching him at every step, he’d dash through the establishment. His eyes scanned each and every last room for any leads. He wasn’t searching for a way out, but rather, a way to get deeper in. Escape was likely out of the cards, but if he could get a peak behind the curtain, then he could figure out a way to dismantle this trick.
He’d go through anything he could find, hallways, staircases, doors, windows, drawers, closets and more. Still, he was alone, and if the woman grew wise, he could be in real trouble. For now, he opted to keep a low profile, but just in case, he’d be on the lookout for any storage rooms. Who knows? Perhaps this alluring alchemist had some combustible materials in the back? Maybe some rum for the customers, or perhaps something a little more spicy. If things went bad, he could make his way back there.
Of course, regardless of where his little investigation led him. He had something in mind for luring the big boss out of hiding.. “Oh, Concocter~” His voice echoed softly, inaudible to the girls through the pandemonium that surrounded them, but that should be no issue for her, right? “I’m ready for my wish now.”
“You’re free to keep playing with those marks, but if you keep me waiting, then I'll just burn this whole place down and pin it on you. You'll need a lot of more than a wish to get out of that, I bet.”
[attr="class","curragebot"] Radiate, recognize one silent call as we all form one dark flame.[break][break]
TL;DR: [break]
- After theorizing on how the Concocter might be pulling this off and taunting her a little, Gen gets absolutely rekt by the extra gravity and decides to leave the mook-fighting to Ylva and Jun, believing the former to be able to beat the big guy in her current state. [break]
- In the meantime, Gen investigates the rest of the bar. Believing this to be some elaborate trick, he looks for any places where the Concocter and/or her accomplices may be hiding to pull all of this off. Due to the time-sensitive nature of this, he uses Winds of Change(C) to speed up the process of going from room to room.[break]
- Regardless of what he finds, he calls the Concocter out, using the noise from the main fight to keep it hidden from the girls. He says she's free to play with them, but that if she keeps him waiting too long, he'll set the whole bar on fire and blame any casualties on her.[break]
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"I'm better than you and... doesn't that just make you sick?
ALIAS
All for One
OCCUPATION
Second Year Student
EVENT TOKENS
200
QUIRK
Horrid Reality
Archived
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Mar 26, 2024 19:35:18 GMT
Post by Kurokami Gen on Mar 26, 2024 19:35:18 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","currage"] [attr="class","currage1"] [attr="class","curragetop"] [attr="class","curragelyric"] Miseria Cantare Love, your hate Your faith lost [attr="class","currageimg"] [attr="class","currageimg2"] [attr="class","currageimg3"] [break][break][break] [attr="class","curragepost"]
Every word became no more than fuel to a fire. Each attempt to empathize was a failure of the most dramatic of proportions. He chose to be here. He could’ve been anything he wanted and he was here. He could’ve had a cushy job anywhere and instead he chose to risk his life with this stupid Heroes and Villains crap? The revelation shook his head in irritation. However, as Gen liked to say, when people got annoyed, they got sloppy, and he was no different.[break][break]
His mask was slipping. It was shoddy work, really, to the point even this dumb mark was starting to get close to the truth. In an ironic twist, he was the one getting tilted, for once, and over the fucking Balloon Boy of all people! It was a blunder, and it only really dawned on him at the tail-end of his enemy’s plea. Michael didn’t know who he was talking to, or rather, Gen had failed to convey that. It was a wake-up call to just how badly he was losing control of this. [break][break]
“I’m not the one that needs-”[break][break]
The nurse then spoke up, breaking up the argument. Her timing was conveniently late, just after both sides had gotten their pieces in. Was this her plan all along? She sure got a lot of notes from that.[break][break]
She had a lot to say, and so did he, but with how badly he had lost his composure earlier, it was best not to dwell on differences in opinion. Letting things slide was the name of the game here. Even if it meant not commenting on the nurse being suspiciously in favor of throwing this basket case at Gen in hopes of “helping” him. Weaponizing Michael’s ability to annoy him. It was sick and twisted behavior from the faculty, but it wasn’t like he could talk. [break][break]
Once he took a step back and listened for a change, Gen found himself somehow agreeing with the nurse’s thoughts. Shocking, I know. Intentions were meaningless. Results were all that mattered. “Preaching to the choir there.” Swiveling his chair back to the front, those arrogant eyes of his shifted back to her, intently listening to her every word on the matter, raising his eyebrow at the school’s supposed stated goal. Again, Gen. Just let it slide. [break][break]
His patience would be rewarded, as once again, the nurse had to remind them of her authority over this conversation. She was the one setting up the pace here, even if it meant giving the floor to an idiot like him. "I'd like it on the record that it is my professional opinion that Michael here should be checked into an inpatient facility." Crossing his arms, he added—“Nothing further, Your Honor.”[break][break]
[attr="class","curragebot"] Radiate, recognize one silent call as we all form one dark flame.
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"I'm better than you and... doesn't that just make you sick?
ALIAS
All for One
OCCUPATION
Second Year Student
EVENT TOKENS
200
QUIRK
Horrid Reality
Archived
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Mar 23, 2024 18:47:50 GMT
Post by Kurokami Gen on Mar 23, 2024 18:47:50 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","currage"] [attr="class","currage1"] [attr="class","curragetop"] [attr="class","curragelyric"] Miseria Cantare Love, your hate Your faith lost [attr="class","currageimg"] [attr="class","currageimg2"] [attr="class","currageimg3"] [break][break][break] [attr="class","curragepost"]
TWO DAYS AGO.[break][break]
This was the biggest load of bullshit he’d ever heard.[break][break]
No amount of unique power sources or incomprehensible Quirks could prepare him for that stretch of downright schizophrenic exposition. The Guardians? The Green Light of Willpower? Rings of Power? What was she waffling about? And what was that about keeping the Universe in balance? Are these guys aliens or something? Was she taking piss? No, that was the worst part of it all. No matter how much he wanted to deny it, this was real. Because the simple fact of the matter was that Junsuina Kanjo could never come up with something this batshit insane.[break][break]
He was gobsmacked, visibly so. By the time he came to, Jun was already handing him something. He was so off-kilter, that he failed to make any jokes about her putting a ring on him. “I wouldn’t call them infallible.” Back in character, he swiped the trinket off her hands, inspecting it, before rolling it between his fingers like a 100 yen coin. “After all, they picked you.” [break][break]
“Still, Let’s take a baby for a spin, then…” He pushed all of those spectacular concepts out of his head, trying to narrow it down to what he could understand. The parts that, for some reason, clicked. As if he had been doing this for his entire life.[break][break]
Willpower. It runs on Willpower. [break][break]
His features turned stiff. His eyes slid shut. His mind tried to channel every last ounce of energy he had into the ring. A green light sparked out from it, and then… nothing happened.[break][break]
"God DAMMIT!"[break][break]
Right, it runs on Willpower.[break][break]
Well, here we are again. Some things never change, do they? No matter how many times you shuffle the deck, it always ends the same. Somebody trying to punch Gen in his smug face. Oh well, at least he’d gotten some good intel before it all went to hell, but just before it got good, the room got dark.[break][break]
Then, darkness fell across the land. A pitch-black orb blocking the lights. Leaving god knows how many purple pairs of eyes faintly glowing in the abyss. Everyone in the room left blind, save of course, for one miserable man.[break][break]
“How adorable.”[break][break]
Maybe that pathetic power agreed with her. Weakness was a good color on that little girl scout. If imitation was the greatest form of flattery, then he wondered how much it wounded Jun to give him this unspoken praise. Still, quaint or not, she’d given him an opening. He knew what was above them, or rather, what wasn’t. His eyes could see the battlefield for what it was, unhindered by Jun’s cute little trick. He had an opportunity, one he couldn’t afford to waste. A green light shone in the darkness, coming from his left hand. Carrying a strange air of malice, one it never quite did before.[break][break]
“You know, Jun-chan, this power of yours, it’s wasted on someone like you.” Gen was a weak man. He lacked what made Jun strong. Hope, Compassion, Determination, all foreign concepts to him. “All those positive emotions you love? They're weak.” There was little he could gain by pulling from those classically Heroic traits. If he wanted to survive this disaster, he needed to tap into his strengths; he had to go where an upstanding gal like Jun would never dare tread. “Let me show you what a little bit of Hate can do for you.”[break][break]
Down on the floor, a criss-crossing of dark green lines emerged from around Gen’s feet, coils and coils of translucent barbed wire. It was nothing like what Jun had ever conjured before, both in form and intent. Like thorns, they rose out of the ground, cracking the cement and making a beeline towards any mook that dared step forward. With serpent-like agility, they coiled around their ankles, before snaring their legs. Their metal edges chaffed and scraped against their clothes and flesh, drawing blood wherever they could.[break][break]
“Stay on defense?” Now came the time for a coup d'grace. He couldn't trust the emo girl to get the job done when everything wasn't going to hell, and Jun was well... useless. In this state, she couldn't hurt a fly. Any other day, he would've been happy to leave the work to these two, but not here, not now. He was the strongest person in the room, of that, he had no doubt. And there was nothing more than dangerous in this life than a weak man being burdened with great power. "It'll be a cold day in hell when I play second fiddle to a future has-been like you, Ylva-chan~"
A faint azure flame emerged from his left hand. Moments later, it would shoot out, aimed squarely at the mooks' feet, a hot clouds of dancing fumes enveloping the air. Unless the ensnared enemies found a way to dodge it, their legs would be set alight, burning blue in the darkness.[break][break]
And all throughout, a sick little laugh echoed in the void.[break][break]
[attr="class","curragebot"] Love, Your Hate. [break]Your, Faith Lost. [break]You, are now [break]One of us.[break][break]TL;DR:[break] -FLASHBACK, Gen is gobsmacked at Jun's reveal. [break] -Since he knows the ball is an illusion, Gen can see through the smokescreen. [break] - He uses Emotion Battery(C+) to create a barbed wire construct that tries to snare up as many mooks as he can. [break] - Tells Ylva he's not listening to her and shoots the restrained mooks with a flamethrower(C+)[break] -Laughs at their misfortune.
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"I'm better than you and... doesn't that just make you sick?
ALIAS
All for One
OCCUPATION
Second Year Student
EVENT TOKENS
200
QUIRK
Horrid Reality
Archived
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Mar 11, 2024 22:19:24 GMT
Post by Kurokami Gen on Mar 11, 2024 22:19:24 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","currage"] [attr="class","currage1"] [attr="class","curragetop"] [attr="class","curragelyric"] Miseria Cantare Love, your hate Your faith lost [attr="class","currageimg"] [attr="class","currageimg2"] [attr="class","currageimg3"] [break][break][break] [attr="class","curragepost"]
A nice date with the girl of his dreams, a perfect park fit for all manner of amusement, endless entertainment at every corner, and all for as little as 1000 measly yen. For someone who valued pennies more than lives, he believed it was all too good to be true.[break][break]
And sadly, he was right.[break][break]
The last four days had been a blur, tinted by anger and confusion. Only a chance meeting could ease the latter, but at the cost of fanning the former. Of all people he could switch Quirks with. Was this how that dunce lived? No wonder she was such a trainwreck. He couldn’t help but feel a twisted sense of relief at Ana’s fate. Torpor ill-suited her, but whatever dream she was stuck in, it must’ve been better than what was happening on this side. Besides, she didn’t have to see him like this. He sometimes wondered if this too, was some sort of sick dream, an elaborate ruse his mind had concocted, but he soon dispelled that notion. Even his dreams could not compare to this horrid reality.[break][break]
It didn’t take a genius to figure out why Gen had visited this mythical establishment. A single look told the story. Simply, he looked like shit. A stage four cancer patient looked better than he did right now. His skin grew sickly pale, contracted further by his discolored brown eyes and his uncharacteristically unkempt head of hair; his face ever-so-slightly deformed, his features not quite matching up to the perfect and punchable visage everyone had grown accustomed to; his body was thinner, to the point of malnutrition. All in all, this looked less like the ever-confident and infinitely evil All for One, and more like his pitifully mundane stunt double. Someone who kind of looked like him at first glance, but that couldn’t really be him, or could it?[break][break]
Of course, the first person to walk into this dive was the only waking soul who could recognize him.[break][break]
Just his luck.[break][break]
“Tch!” His petty annoyance was plain for all to see, enhanced by this cruel joke life had played on him. There was no point in trying to feign anonymity with Jun, not after their last meeting. It was equally moot to ask why she was here. He knew the feeling all too well. If he believed in this sort of thing, he would try speaking that same wish into existence. Reshuffling the deck and hoping for a better hand. [break][break]
Then, that bitch came in.[break][break]
The one who had attacked just a few weeks ago at that seminar. A wicked glee took over his features for a moment as he imagined what piece of garbage she must’ve drawn from this freakish lottery. It couldn’t have happened to a nicer gal, he thought. Unfortunately, with his usual tricks traded away, he took too long to hide the schadenfreude. Not like he had much time to savor it, as the reason they were all here was quick to command their attention.[break][break]
He couldn't have imagined a better fit for the role. This was, after all, a factory that sold dreams, it made sense to have their merchant look like they came out of one. His mouth stood agape, stunned by her looks, before Jun’s question brought him back from his awe-struck stupor. And I mean, could you blame him? [break][break]
“I hate to-... AHEM- I hate to agree with you.” He piped up, his voice ever-so-slightly out of pitch. As if his voice actor had died just a few days ago, and the studio had to rush for an ill-fitting replacement. “But she’s right, you know?” Trying to muster up the last dregs of the monster he played, he started walking towards the bar. Before he arrived, though, he made sure to whisper something into Jun’s ear.[break][break]
“Remember, Jun-chan, you’re weak now. You can’t push your weight around anymore.”[break][break]
Sitting down, Gen made sure not to break the act, putting both feet up on the bar, eyes fixed on the dashing dame behind it. “I need to know that your mouth isn’t writing any checks you can’t cash.” She wasn’t the only one peddling a preposterous story. If this was a grift, he’d get to the bottom of it. After all, you can’t snow the snowman.[break][break]
[attr="class","curragebot"] Your body betrays your Degeneracy.[break][break] TL;DR [break]- Gen enters after Jun. [break]- He looks like shit. [break] - Hopes Ylva's doing worse. [break]- Backs Jun's claim up. [break] - Taunts her for being weak. [break]- Sits down(like an asshole).
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"I'm better than you and... doesn't that just make you sick?
ALIAS
All for One
OCCUPATION
Second Year Student
EVENT TOKENS
200
QUIRK
Horrid Reality
Archived
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Mar 10, 2024 15:12:31 GMT
Post by Kurokami Gen on Mar 10, 2024 15:12:31 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","currage"] [attr="class","currage1"] [attr="class","curragetop"] [attr="class","curragelyric"] Miseria Cantare Love, your hate Your faith lost [attr="class","currageimg"] [attr="class","currageimg2"] [attr="class","currageimg3"] [break][break][break] [attr="class","curragepost"]
“OH MY GOOOOD!” That was it. He couldn’t take it anymore. Gen could keep his charade up all day with the nurse, no matter how scathing her claims, but Michael. Oh, this fucking guy. Why didn’t he just… “SHUT THE FUCK UP, DUDE!” [break][break]
Wrath had broken through his mask, leaving all sorts of cracks in the part he played. His chair swiveled away from the teacher, facing the red, rubber man in front of him. A deep sigh came and went, before he added. “There really is nothing but air in there, huh?” [break][break]
“You empty-headed dumbfuck!” His claims to innocence be damned. He just had enough of this piece of shit. “I didn’t come here to be a nice guy or because I'm disillusioned or whatever, I came here to make money!” His thumb rubbed itself with his middle and index fingers. “I’m not hiding because I’m afraid or whatever bullshit you made up in your head in advance. This dipshit had fabricated so many baseless assumptions about him, Gen had to wonder if he was one of those famous empaths. “I'm just as awful and greedy as everyone here, I just don't hide ít behind fake smiles or sad backstories.”[break][break]
“And what the fuck are you talking about?!? There's no middle ground here!” The mere thought of them coming to some compromise was enough to give Gen an aneurysm. Both of his hands went to his head in a clear show of just how fucking tilted he was. “What am I supposed to learn from you? Please, enlighten me.” Gen lacked a lot of things these bright prospects took for granted, but Michael’s attempts at redemption rang hollow. Michael just wasn’t good enough for it, or maybe it was more accurate to say he was too “good”. “How to throw exams? How to believe everything you hear on TV? How to kick the bucket at 24?” All valid critiques, aimed at someone who was living a fantasy. “You’re living in a fantasy, kid. Get real!”[break][break]
The fact of the matter was…[break][break]
“I wanna’ live rich, you wanna’ die young, there’s no middle ground here.”[break][break]
[attr="class","curragebot"] Radiate, recognize one silent call as we all form one dark flame.
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"I'm better than you and... doesn't that just make you sick?
ALIAS
All for One
OCCUPATION
Second Year Student
EVENT TOKENS
200
QUIRK
Horrid Reality
Archived
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Post by Kurokami Gen on Mar 10, 2024 4:28:47 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","currage"] [attr="class","currage1"] [attr="class","curragetop"] [attr="class","curragelyric"] Miseria Cantare Love, your hate Your faith lost [attr="class","currageimg"] [attr="class","currageimg2"] [attr="class","currageimg3"] [break][break][break] [attr="class","curragepost"]
It took every ounce of Gen’s almost restraint not to snap at Michael’s condescending little speech. God, what a fucking dweeb. Oh, Kurokami-senpai didn’t make an effort to reach the top. He wasn’t trying hard enough, sensei. His behavior is unheroic. Give me a fucking break. Kick rocks, you dumb motherfucker. That nurse wasn't any better. Hearing her talk about Plus Ultra, good and evil, the real meaning of Christmas and other equally vapid concepts was like nails on a fucking chalkboard to him. Miss me with that bullshit, he thought. [break][break]
Hearing her talk about his crimes? Oh that was like music to his ears, and damn, did that snake lady know how to sing! A mix of unnatural glee and pride were plain for all over to see. Assault, harassment and domestic terrorism, all just in the last month. If anything, he needed to pump those numbers up. The only thing that seemed to interrupt his enjoyment was a puzzled look as she brought up Jun’s roommate. Is that how she saw it? Oh, how adorable. The curiosity came as fast as it went, vanishing without a trace the moment she moved on to his next misdeed.[break][break]
Gorgon was no joke. She might’ve drawn the short straw on this one, but she was by no means unprepared. Her framing of the conversation was exemplary, using arguments that Gen would find persuasive, while cutting off any easy outs in his path; her use props was great trick, too, with the folder giving an air of legitimacy and evidence to her words; and the way she commanded the room was spectacular, getting his attention in spite of his seething hatred for the boy sitting by his side. All in all, he couldn’t help but think she could make a good prosecutor. If he didn’t have to save face right now, he’d compliment her work, but unfortunately for her, she had to screw it all up by roping that rubber martyr into this mess.[break][break]
Never letting his mask drop, Gen paused for a moment, looking out into the distance. His eyes scanning for the nearest window, miming contemplation. “Hmmm… what do I have to say?” There was never any doubt that he was taking the piss, but still, he wasn’t about to incriminate himself. “Not guilty, Your Honor.” Of course, if she wanted to put him on trial, he had plenty of courtroom experience to fight back.[break][break]
“You want to discuss facts, though? Let’s discuss facts, then!” Oh, you could bet he was going to love every second of this part.[break][break]
“Are you going to be more ‘hands-on’ with the real culprit of that gas attack?” Gen wasn’t about to take the fall for someone else being an emotional trainwreck. Fuck that shit. Junsuina, you could go right under that bus, for all he cared right now. “‘Cause last I checked, I’m not the one who lost control of my Quirk back there.” Oh yeah, he fanned those flames alright, but facts are facts, and unless she was willing to perjure herself, Hebiru had no case for blaming him for it. “Jun-chan can break someone’s arm, set off a mass terror attack and all she gets is a slap on the wrist.” [break][break]
“Moving on, you want to talk about that seminar? By all means.” Now that was one he could really take pride in. “You can say I was rude or out-of-line, but if the assignment was to make an impact, then I killed it.” Oh, she really screwed up here. An unforced error if there ever was one. “While we’re on that topic, why don’t we bring in that girl who attacked the audience?” Again, another case of Gen provoking, while someone else broke the rules for him. “I didn’t see her waiting outside the office, did you, Michael?” He turned towards that dumb piece of shit, before looking back at the doctor, trying not to let the mere sight of him flare his temper. ”Is she getting a 'hands-on' approach?” By now, anyone could see the pattern beginning to build up in his testimony, both for and against his case. “Just checking…” [break][break]
“And suuuuuure, it's a bit of a bad look for an aspiring Hero to set off a couple of small controlled explosives relatively close to a few students during a public exercise.” His eyes shifted to the right, where living proof of his counter-argument was sitting next to him. “It's also a bad look to almost die trying to save a fucking villain, of all people.” There was a little more mustard behind this one. He’d gotten over the previous offenses, even if they involved him almost dying in them, but this was different, somehow. For once, a hint of genuine anger coursed through his tongue. ”But here you are, giving this asshole extra credits.” His hand gestured toward his naive junior.[break][break]
His mouth was faster than his brain there. His tone was out of line. He wasn’t going to apologize, but the deep breath he took should ease any worries of any outwardly hateful screed spewing out of his mouth. [break][break]
“Back on track, though, let's talk about my ‘PR tanking’, shall we?” You could bet your ass Gen was doing some air quotes here. “I believe it was the great Jordan Belfort who said ‘there’s no such thing as bad publicity’, and I’m inclined to agree.” Both of his hands snapped shut, before his thumbs pointed back at his body. “All for One is on everyone’s minds and meanwhile, all your boring-ass boy scouts? They’re old news.” The numbers didn't lie, the biggest story out of that event were his actions. If they weren't this meeting wouldn't be happening, allegedly. “The world’s already forgotten about them!” She could’ve related to that, right? Trying and failing to stand out in the face of much more interesting and talented peers. “If you ask me, they’ve got bigger PR issues than I do, but they don’t get this cute little pow-wow, do they?” There it was again, the connective tissue behind his defense, one that would become relevant as he headed into his conclusion.[break][break]
“Now, I’ve made it pretty clear that others has the same rap sheet I do, if not worse.” The inhuman piece of garbage threw his hands in the air. What can you do? It is what it is. “When they make a mess, though, you teachers turn the other cheek, or you give ‘em a slap on the wrist or hell, sometimes you even hand out rewards.” He leaned in, before finally saying the quiet part out loud. “It’s blatant favoritism, and to be honest, I’m sick of it.” There was a double standard in this school, everyone else had a dozen free passes. Gen? Not so much. But why, though? Well, don’t you worry, ‘cause he already had the answer ready to go.[break][break]
“The reason I’m here isn’t because of some PR disaster, or because of complaints, or because of anything else you said.” That was all bullshit. It couldn’t just be that Gen was a public embarrassment. There had to be something else. “It’s because you boys at the faculty are scared shitless!” A conspiracy, engineered against him in particular. It was Kurokami Gen vs the World, just as it always was. And he was winning, of course! “Y’all are afraid that as soon as I get out there, I’m gonna’ make all your pals, your cronies, your family hires and your promising little students obsolete.” [break][break]
“And honestly, you should be.”[break][break]
[attr="class","curragebot"] Radiate, recognize one silent call as we all form one dark flame.
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"I'm better than you and... doesn't that just make you sick?
ALIAS
All for One
OCCUPATION
Second Year Student
EVENT TOKENS
200
QUIRK
Horrid Reality
Archived
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Post by Kurokami Gen on Mar 6, 2024 6:40:27 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","currage"] [attr="class","currage1"] [attr="class","curragetop"] [attr="class","curragelyric"] Miseria Cantare Love, your hate Your faith lost [attr="class","currageimg"] [attr="class","currageimg2"] [attr="class","currageimg3"] [break][break][break] [attr="class","curragepost"]
Ah shit, here we go again.[break][break]
To say that Kurokami Gen was familiar with U.A.U.’s disciplinary system would be a shoe-in for understatement of the year. He’d seen enough of these meetings to know how they went. Explain what you did, give some sympathetic reason, say you’re going to do better next time, get a slap on the wrist and go on without any real consequences. If anything, it was one of the more true-to-life parts of this farce they call a Heroics Department. However, something was different this time, and it wasn’t just the faculty member unlucky enough to sit opposite of him, no, it was something he noticed even before walking into this office.[break][break]
It was that Fucking Piece of Shit.[break][break]
That Motherfucking Balloon Boy.[break][break]
Why was he here?[break][break]
Even his Quirk could not hide his disdain and disgust, both apparent at the mere sight of him. He hoped he was here for medical reasons. Wouldn’t that be nice? He tried to ignore him. It was best to keep one’s emotions under control for these kinds of hearings, especially ones as volatile as hatred.[break][break]
Once inside, his fears were confirmed. That empty-headed dumbfuck wasn’t here to get stitches, he was here to do some snitching. He was the nurse’s star witness. Here to corroborate and contradict any arguments the devil contrived. How annoying of her. Though, if she wanted to throw him off his game, she’d need to try harder than that. [break][break]
With both legs crossed and a cheek resting over his knuckles, Gen would take a seat, and partake in the doctor’s cute little cross-examination. Of course, not before having her stooge fetch him a nice, hot, cup of Joe. [break][break]
Of course, this was about that little incident at the tech event. Something about making the school look bad on TV. He didn’t know why there was such a fuss. He topped the damage charts, had the best KDA, and showcased what that tech could really do in competent hands. Really, they should've been thanking him.[break][break]
“What’s there to say?” He shrugged his shoulders, indifferently. “I played to win, and I guess some people just couldn’t handle it.” It was as if those kids were beneath him. Whatever damage he did to them or the school was none of his concern. He threw his hands up, before adding.“So much for Plus Ultra, am I right?” [break][break]
"Apparently, the rockslide I caused put a few idiots on the shelf." A few was an understatement, and he knew it, even without all of the facts. One guy in particular had to be hospitalized. How many broken bones was it again? Did he even bother remembering their names? God, no. Why bother? “But I’m sure you already knew about that, Doc.” After all, she treated them.[break][break]
[attr="class","curragebot"] Radiate, recognize one silent call as we all form one dark flame.
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"I'm better than you and... doesn't that just make you sick?
ALIAS
All for One
OCCUPATION
Second Year Student
EVENT TOKENS
200
QUIRK
Horrid Reality
Archived
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Post by Kurokami Gen on Mar 6, 2024 3:16:11 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","currage"] [attr="class","currage1"] [attr="class","curragetop"] [attr="class","curragelyric"] Miseria Cantare Love, your hate Your faith lost [attr="class","currageimg"] [attr="class","currageimg2"] [attr="class","currageimg3"] [attr="class","curragetag"] written for Elijah[break][break][break] [attr="class","curragepost"]
“Maybe its faulty, but it doesn’t matter now”[break][break]
Shit, he was fast.[break][break]
This whole mess had long since gotten out of hand. In Gen’s defense, any preparations he’d made had flown out the window the second he saw that fire. He’d done well to improvise so far, but against someone with more than a single brain cell, the cracks were starting to show. He had to find a way to circle back into his script, and lucky for him, his roommate had given him just the out he needed.[break][break]
“Any second now, a teacher’s gonna’ walk in here and see what’s inside.” His eyes wandered to the end of the hall, beyond the sea of stupid students dashing down the stairs. “The way I see it, your future depends on what that teacher sees and hears once they get inside.” With two soft knocks on the closed door, the young man turned towards the new arrival. “Quite an unfortunate set of circumstances, if I do say so myself.”[break][break]
“Now I can make this look real bad for you, worse than it already does.” He gave him a second to picture all the ways his roommate could libel, slander, and defame him in front of the faculty, and especially to process what he meant by using the plural form for metahuman abilities. “Think about it, who are they gonna believe?” Him, the transfer student from across the pond, or Gen, the guy who’s been here for at least a year. It didn’t take a genius level intellect to figure that answer out.[break][break]
“Or…”[break][break]
“I can make all of this go away, like this.” His fingers snapped for added emphasis. “Really, no one will know you set the room on fire, and you can forget about your airport speedrun.” Finally, Gen would push himself off the wall, taking a single step in the boy’s direction. “It’ll be like nothing ever happened.”[break][break]
”I do have one condition, but it's no biggie....” If anything, Elijah might’ve already been thinking about it. [break][break]
“All I ask is that as soon as this is over, that you demand to be moved to another room. You can say you fear for your life around, that I’m a terrible roommate who never does any chores, or that I’m a racist pig. I don’t care how you spin it. Just make sure to have your shit out of my room by the end of the week and this’ll all blow over.”[break][break]
With a sick smile on his face, Gen would extend a hand, capping his devilish deal off with a single question.[break][break]
“So, what’s it gonna’ be, newbie? A brand new room without me in it or a 20 hour flight back to Quebec?”[break][break]
[attr="class","curragebot"] Radiate, recognize one silent call as we all form one dark flame.
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"I'm better than you and... doesn't that just make you sick?
ALIAS
All for One
OCCUPATION
Second Year Student
EVENT TOKENS
200
QUIRK
Horrid Reality
Archived
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Post by Kurokami Gen on Mar 1, 2024 14:18:50 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","currage"] [attr="class","currage1"] [attr="class","curragetop"] [attr="class","curragelyric"] Miseria Cantare Love, your hate Your faith lost [attr="class","currageimg"] [attr="class","currageimg2"] [attr="class","currageimg3"] [attr="class","curragetag"] written for junsuina[break][break][break] [attr="class","curragepost"]
As the young woman gave him one last look, Gen couldn’t help but cross his arms, with an annoyed look on his face. “I didn’t do it for you.” There he was back again, the Gen she knew. “Selfless” wasn’t a word in his vocabulary. He was looking out for number one, especially when it may not seem like it. “I can’t have you rage quitting the school before I steal your Quirk, now can I?” His words, fuel for provocation, were half-true, for once. [break][break]
He’d stay there, keeping his cool and watching the girl go until she was out of sight and out of-oh thank God, she’s gone. “Holy shit!” That right there may have been the hardest thing Gen had done all his life, especially considering that... “I almost died back there!” With a river of sweat running down his back, he slumped onto the nearest wall in both mental and physical exhaustion. “That woman is fucking crazy!” He thanked his lucky stars, the Gods he didn’t believe in, and especially, he thanked a certain Support student for preventing his skull from being caved in.[break][break]
Speaking of whom, now was as good a time as any for Gen to make a phone call. Okay, maybe not right now. Maybe give it a minute to catch his breath, process almost being murdered, and grapple with the fact he’d undone his greatest victory, and all for what. Perhaps, the better question would be, for whom.[break][break]
After selecting the first number on his contact list, Gen would bring the phone to his ear.[break][break]
“Hey Bright Eyes~”[break][break]
“Just a heads up, you owe me one.”[break][break]
Just like he said, he wasn’t doing this for Jun.
“No, you don’t literally owe me, it just means I did something nice for you.”[break][break]
Of course, he realized who he was talking to, and the kind of window that had just opened up for him. One he didn’t want to waste on the phone.[break][break]
“Anyway, wanna’ meet up? Got a pretty good feeling your room’s gonna’ be free for the next, I dunno’, hour? I’ll explain everything there.”[break][break]
[attr="class","curragebot"] Radiate, recognize one silent call as we all form one dark flame.
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"I'm better than you and... doesn't that just make you sick?
ALIAS
All for One
OCCUPATION
Second Year Student
EVENT TOKENS
200
QUIRK
Horrid Reality
Archived
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Feb 27, 2024 19:52:32 GMT
Post by Kurokami Gen on Feb 27, 2024 19:52:32 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","currage"] [attr="class","currage1"] [attr="class","curragetop"] [attr="class","curragelyric"] Miseria Cantare Love, your hate Your faith lost [attr="class","currageimg"] [attr="class","currageimg2"] [attr="class","currageimg3"] [break][break][break] [attr="class","curragepost"]
“I know, isn't it exciting?”[break][break]
Even if she hadn’t told him, Gen could’ve hazarded a guess. I mean, first off, Alaska didn’t seem like the type of place to have a lot of amusement parks around. There’s probably a reason why those Americans paid people to live there. The second, and most obvious reason was relating to Ana’s own upbringing, still a mystery to him, in some ways. Mama didn’t seem like the person to “waste” time sending their kids to have a day off. If anything, her lack of experience was playing in his favor. Most people by her age would’ve grown sick and tired of the affair, but she still had fresh eyes for this experience. [break][break]
The biggest challenge, by far, was convincing the ever-diligent tech wiz to skip out on a school day. As with a lot of students, she had yet to realize the fundamental truth about universities, that being that no one gives a shit about you anymore. They were adults, kind of. If they didn’t make class, no one would phone their parents or ask for a doctor’s note. As long as they weren’t late for tests and hitting the minimum requirements, no one cared. The only hitch was asking for someone else’s notes after the fact, but he could steal some dumbass’ notes later.[break][break]
Another reason was an excuse to get away from that glorified prison they called a University Campus. After the stunt he pulled at the latest tech-field pissing contest, lots of Randys were suddenly very keen on challenging Gen to fights. Something about wanting revenge for him trying to “Hiroshima” them. He didn’t mind padding his record, but it left little time for hanging out with his catgirl gf, which was already low after his failure to push out either of their roommates.[break][break]
That’s where the Dream World came in. He didn’t know how to feel about the whole “let’s openly invite criminals” deal, and the whole ‘unity’ schtick felt like a cheap marketing gimmick, but for 1000 yen, he was willing to look past it. How they were supposed to break even, much less turn a profit, was anyone’s guess, but he wasn’t about to look that bargain bin horse in the mouth. So, letting those worries slide off his back, he’d take Ana’s hand into his own, before answering her question. [break][break]
“If my Quirk still worked on you, I’d say the Haunted House, but let’s try the rollercoaster first. Maybe we’re early enough to get in before the line gets too big.”[break][break]
[attr="class","curragebot"] Radiate, recognize one silent call as we all form one dark flame.
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