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Post by Elijah on Aug 25, 2023 5:44:03 GMT
A private session with one of the hero professors was not what Elijah expected to get one day. He wasn't a troublesome student. Beyond some blunt opinions on the lessons being taught, he was attentive albeit on the quiet side, getting average grades on tests written or practical. Well, average when it came to being in the top hero university in Japan at least. But that was the thing- he wasn't gifted either by any stretch of the imagination. He was a guy of average physical capability; a pretend Quirkless surrounded by monsters already showing their prowess in harnessing whatever power was bestowed upon them. People were not created equal. So yes, the freshman wondered why the man didn't take any of the other more suitable prospects under his wing. But he would meet him regardless. One didn't just refuse an opportunity to get private training with a hero. Elijah made his way to Ground Beta in his P.E. uniform, strapped with his usual weaponry and his hands lazily tucked in his pockets. He squinted once he was close enough to see the teacher just... lounging and eating an apple. Ominous indeed. And also one to litter. "Yikes," would be his response to the toss in lieu of a greeting. Though he should give a better one, so he waved with his human hand. "Hey Lone Wolf." Elijah put it back in his pocket as he eyed the man. "I was only thinking the first question, not the second. I did nothing wrong." And what a bold claim that was. It's just that he felt that, since he was passing his classes, he was doing fine. "So why did you wish to see me really?"lonewolf
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Post by Elijah on Aug 25, 2023 5:16:38 GMT
Elijah was honest enough to say he wasn't a model student. He was attentive in the lectures, sure, and got fair marks on whatever tests came his way, but his quiet nature and only speaking to share his blunt criticism on what's supposedly standard procedure left his reputation much to be desired. But at least he was listening enough to even give an opinion. Compared to Sebastian, he was a saint. Yes, he knew who Sebastian was, if only because he sees the guy in his classes. Lazes about, always wears a blindfold to doze off. He wondered why the other student would come at all. Part of him though wished he could sleep as easily as the guy did, but he wasn't that lucky even at the best of times- oh, the instructor was calling him out yet again. Tired eyes watched the event unfold, thankful that something at least mildly interesting was happening. Elijah was surprised that the supposed slacker was able to reiterate what they were going to do today. To the professor's satisfaction at least. Sebastian probably missed everything else for all he knew. Though he will make one correction as he turned to his colleague. "Hawthorne. You're fighting Hawthorne." Elijah didn't expect to make close connections during his tenure in UAU, so he might as well make those expectations clear to the other student. He wasn't here to make friends. Yes, we're using that broody line. Elijah didn't have a hero outfit either but at least he changed into his P.E. uniform before entering the training grounds. He had his kukri and knife vest as well, though he wouldn't be surprised if they were banned from this spar. Punches and Quirks were fine, but pull out a sharp object and suddenly people were afraid of getting sliced. He lifted a hand in silent greeting to his sparring partner before turning to the teacher for further instructions. Sebastian Sinclaire
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Post by Elijah on Aug 25, 2023 3:42:57 GMT
An aptitude screening. Something that perplexed Elijah since he got the email. He already passed the university's Entrance Exam, proving himself capable enough to earn the opportunity to learn in the best hero institution in Japan. He thought he already showcased all his skills there. What more could the proctors want from him then? Maybe they wanted him to show off his Quirk. While he claimed to be Quirkless to his colleagues, he couldn't hide that information from the higher ups. As if he'd do that though. Short of being threatened with expulsion, he'll complete whatever exercise they threw at him without it. He'd been doing well so far. But he should save that thought for when he actually hears what the task is. Elijah slowly made his way to USJ in his own P.E. uniform as instructed, with his hands in his pockets and dreads tied into a high ponytail to keep his bangs away from face. Unlike the girl waiting at the entrance, he had no bag on his person, donned instead with his belt housing his hilted kukri as well as a vest that held several throwing knifes. While she was ready for a written test, he was ready for a fight. The email did mention he wouldn't be taking the test alone. He eyed the blonde curiously. "Hey. Did you get an email about a screening?"Olivia Favager
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Post by Elijah on Aug 18, 2023 2:06:54 GMT
Elijah assumed he wouldn't get much more than cursory glances his way as he tested the notes on his instrument. People who entered a shrine were usually there for themselves after all, or to join someone who was there for themselves. Not to say it was a bad thing, but giving yourself the chance to grieve in a place that encouraged such a thing meant you couldn't focus on much else. Enter someone who went against his expectations, to whom he turned his head towards. He recognized the person, not from meeting her himself but from the news and subsequent rumours that were spread around the campus in regards to her reputation. "Ikarashi." He nodded at her in greeting. No words spoken behind a person's back would be enough for him to be disrespectful. He knew too well what it was like to be spoken ill of. Elijah shrugged at the suggestion. "No one's here for me," he said simply. That was a lie. His father would've been had the student not refused his offer to join him on the venture. But seeing as he was a man who was kind and respected his adoptive son's privacy, he stayed home while Elijah went on alone. The student should be thankful for that but all he felt at the moment was indifference. Indifference to the outing. Indifference to the people around him. Indifference to the loss. Standing up, Elijah placed the violin on his shoulder and his chin on its chin rest. "I'm fine where I am." At the end of the day he was doing this for his mother, not for the others who had suffered losing theirs. And with his bow gliding on the strings he started to play. Kaida Ikarashi
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Post by Elijah on Aug 6, 2023 22:19:53 GMT
Elijah sighed and placed the bottle down when a shadow was cast over him. With his hoodie covering his face from the man's higher angle, all he'd see is some movement as the freshman's head tilted upward slightly in acknowledgement. A compliment sent his way. The stranger was fooled as the others were. "Thanks. Five of them are fake." Metal fingers shifted against strings to bring attention to the ruse he was playing. Not a real hand, therefore no skill was involved. It was just a mechanical arm he controlled. That was his belief at least. When Dante crouched down to level himself with Elijah's head, two different coloured eyes stared back, with bangs covering much of the right side of his face and a scrunched up nose from the close proximity to the smoke. A sharp perception may notice the discolouration hidden behind the hair and relate the injury to the arm. Something traumatic happened to the young man. Not that he'd explain in the moment. His gaze shifted to the car haphazardly parked some meters away, brows furrowing at the group surrounding it. "Are you famous or is your car that weird?" Granted it was a Mustang, which was not common in Japan. The American was a stand out as well with his appearance so maybe he just garnered a lot of attention regardless. Elijah turned back to him, curiosity piqued at the man's implied skill with a guitar. "But sure. I'm up for a challenge."Dante
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Post by Elijah on Aug 6, 2023 20:56:27 GMT
Going here was not Elijah's first choice. He preferred the solitude cemeteries provided. No one to ask him why he was there. No one for him to tell what happened to his family. No one to fear him once they realized what he'd done. Not that that bothered him, he grew accustomed to such reactions. It just seemed a waste of effort on their part to worry about things that had already happened. His father insisted that he attended this event though. Adoptive one, not the one who's already dead. Something about needing a more positive outlook on not having a mother on Mother's Day while the opportunity to have that was there, and to be supported by people who've also lost theirs. It wasn't the same, Elijah would quip, but dad would have none of that. The freshman sighed as he followed the congregation of people through the shrine's gates, the violin case in his hand contrasting the hoodie and ripped jeans he wore. Even now he thought that leaving a physical gift didn't feel right when its recipients were nowhere close to retrieve it, so something intangible was the next best thing. Also, no one would dare talk to a musician in the middle of a piece. He still needed to set up though. So Elijah peeled himself away from the crowd to position himself at the side before crouching to open the case. The violin inside didn't fit him, it was a rental from some store he'll have to remember when the time came to return it, but it didn't matter when he only needed it for the day. He picked it up and quietly plucked its strings, dissonant notes chiming in the air as he tuned the instrument to working condition. Kaida Ikarashi
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Post by Elijah on Jul 18, 2023 0:25:19 GMT
Elijah looked down at the arm as the other student explained further. Something about it was disruptive no doubt, and he did ask for an arm that he could go on the offensive with. When he saw her take his granola bar from his peripheral he sighed. He supposed lunch was over now. He dumped the contents of his tray in the trash and stacked it on top of the others before taking his new arm and following the girl out. "En... Fuego..." That meant fire didn't it? It was one way to give him an offensive advantage. With his interest piqued, Elijah removed his jacket once they stopped walking to reveal a sleeveless shirt. He nodded at Johanna's instructions as he attached the device to his shoulder, flexing his new fingers to ensure they moved as they should. "Sounds simple enough." And the gesture would even be reactive, what with the other junior throwing her partially eaten snack his way. He pulled his arm back as instructed and launched his fist, landing it squarely on the bar. It flew back at towards Johanna, probably in pieces but otherwise fine to eat if she caught it. Elijah blinked, confused. For all she boasted about it, the arm just seemed the same as his usual one. "Was that it? The lunch staff wouldn't have been mad at that." He paused then amended. "If they would've been then they're hardasses."Johanna Larsen
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Jul 17, 2023 23:44:44 GMT
Post by Elijah on Jul 17, 2023 23:44:44 GMT
With the smoke escaping the room, Elijah went back to cleaning, this time grouping the cans laying around into one pile. He couldn't burn them like the clothes; he'd have to find a garbage bag to carry them all into recycling. It was better for the environment anyway. Those bags would be in the kitchen right? He'll check once he's finished clearing up the fire. Speaking of, said fire wasn't eating through the fabrics as fast as he liked. He still had things to do after all. Like sleep. So he walked back to the burning heap and was digging into his pocket for his matchbox when there was an exclamation from the other student, who seemingly wasn't satisfied with just an open window. Elijah turned to the sophomore and tilted his head to the side when he heard Gen's question, perplexed that he'd want him to repeat what he was doing. Was he hard of hearing? That wouldn't make sense when he was talking. "It's. As. I. Said." Elijah enunciated each word anyway as he lit another match. "I'm. Cleaning."He flicked it towards the pile. Kurokami Gen
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Post by Elijah on Jul 10, 2023 2:17:39 GMT
The American would find himself waiting for a while. Not out of spite or anything. Why would it be when player and watcher were strangers to one other? The simple fact was Elijah was a performer, seamlessly transitioning from one song to another. He played like someone who lived and breathed music; like all he wanted in life was to move hearts and share his story through the chords he flew through. It was a lie of course. Whatever it took to make that green. But the beauty of the human mind was people had an active imagination. No one wanted to match such skill with a selfish person. Those who were greedy had no talent; they used others' for their own gain. So surely a simple teenager with a bass was a good, kind individual. Elijah paused his loop board to put all focus in his playing. A finale of frets to showcase his mastery over his instrument, his fingers glided over the strings like it was second-nature, and in the end he let the final note hang in the air. There was only a moment of silence before the applause came in. Coins and bills were tossed in his case as the crowd dispersed, opting to continue their day rather than stick around for a possible encore. Which there would be, Elijah still had about an hour left before he'd make his way back to the campus. But the populace was always busy. He wasn't worried though. He'll draw a new flock in when he starts playing again. He let himself dig into his bag for a bottle of water to drink, taking the needed break for what it's worth. Dante
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Post by Elijah on Jul 9, 2023 20:12:14 GMT
As the flames grew, Elijah wondered why he didn't feel anything. Surely they were supposed to give him flashbacks of some kind, to a time when he was young and lost everything he knew. His house, burnt to dust. His family, cremated in their own home. Himself, no longer a whole person, metal fingers clinking together as a reminder of the fact. But instead he just felt indifferent to the display. He could even hear the sophomore clearly, even if his own response was just a nod of understanding towards the rooming situation he's in. He scratched his brow with his real hand. Maybe it was a good thing he was numb to the whole thing. The last thing civilians wanted was to see their saviour panic alongside them due to unforeseen trauma. Elijah stepped away from the burning pile, parking the extinguisher farther from it before he began to pick up the trash around him. Wrappers, wayward socks, other bits and pieces he deemed flammable were all added to the fire. He even scooped up his bed covers and threw the whole thing in, letting the flames consume the pizza and cookie crumbs left behind. The smoke was stinging his eyes a bit, and it seemed his roommate was similarly inconvenienced. "I'm cleaning. Here." Elijah opened the window. That'll help with the smell. Kurokami Gen
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Post by Elijah on Jul 5, 2023 1:28:57 GMT
If he were anyone else, he would probably jump from his seat and let out a yelp at the suddenness of an appendage being dropped before him. It was a surprise; who would do that in the middle of the cafeteria during lunch time? Johanna would apparently. And start rambling about said appendage to boot, without a care for the eyes surely directed their way. That's why he wasn't surprised by her arrival really. She made her presence known a mile away, drawing attention to herself with a shock of orange hair and an arm that lacked an owner slung to her back. Who was now found. Hello, right arm missing. 👋 Once the mechanic was finished, Elijah let himself continue chewing his food as she came in mid-bite, stretching the silence between them for what could only be a comically long time. Only when he swallowed did he actually spoke. "Do you usually drop people's arms in front of them?" He could only trust that she made it as robust as she claimed if letting it fall on the table wouldn't cause any damage. So he tested it further by dragging the arm towards himself, making no effort whatsoever to reduce the noise. Turning it this way and that, the Canadian inspected the new piece of gear, nodding at the lack of paint scratches that would've emerged from the action. "Light is good, I specialize more in speed than strength," he admitted with no sign of embarrassment. It was a fact, something he always knew about himself. "Though I know there's situations where packing a punch is necessary."Brown eyes turned to peer up at her as he gave a thumbs up. "Looks good so far. What's the secret?"Johanna Larsen
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Post by Elijah on Jun 30, 2023 3:59:09 GMT
Ah, Tokyo, the largest city in Japan. A metropolis with towers that reached the very skies, its streets teeming with cars and entertainment ever abundant in a place that never seems to sleep. It was also full of people with money. Not that Elijah was hard-pressed for it. His education in UAU was paid for by his dad in full, as well as his stay in the esteemed academy's dorms. Food, clothes, everything was covered by an ever loving father who wanted nothing more than for his son to avoid the struggles of capitalism. Honestly though, the freshman wasn't a fan of dependence. So he chose to work for the money. Not by applying for a job of course, resumes and phone calls and interviews required too much effort. He had his own way of getting it. Donned in cargo pants and a jacket with its hood obscuring his face, Elijah made his way down a street before parking himself close to the entrance of a mall. The setup was muscle memory; the amp was his seat and used as a guide to position the rest of his things, pedal board unpacked and placed by his feet, open instrument case up front and to the side. Satisfied, the freshman sat on the speaker with his bass in his hands, taking the time to tune it and search for the right beat to follow. Only then did he really start to play. Dante
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Post by Elijah on Jun 26, 2023 0:34:22 GMT
Attempting to understand just what the hell happened in this room was right. Elijah's eyes were on the floor as debris pooled around his feet before they wandered the space itself. Not a single spot was ignored. Everything has at least one piece of something that didn't belong. The mess was almost impressive. He didn't think one person was capable of producing the amount of trash the place was filled with. Said person was addressing him now from his own bed, which was the only thing spotless in the room. Brown eyes would land on him in turn. "Hawthorne. You must be Kurokami." Who else would have the ability to ignore the state of his surroundings other than the one responsible after all. With those words exchanged, Elijah's bag carved a path as he walked in, cans clattering out of the way as the freshman walked to the foot of his bed. He pushed more wrappers out to make space before parking his carry-on and his bass case on the floor. A sigh escaped him as he looked at the sorry state of his bed. Guess he'll have to stay awake for a bit longer to clean. The mess did clue him in on something though. If this guy didn't care about the things littered around, it meant it was all garbage. Elijah had a quick way of disposing of it. Starting with the pile of clothing that commanded one half of the room. Procuring something from one of the pockets on his bag, Elijah left the sophomore to his reading, only to come back to the room with a fire extinguisher in hand. He walked to the mountain of laundry and placed the device at his feet before revealing the item he took earlier. It was a matchbox. He picked a match, scratched it against the side of the box, and flicked the lit stick on to the pile. There was no burst of flames as he didn't make any effort to add starters to it, but the match did catch on to one of the shirts in the mound. Now all he needed to do was wait until the trash was reduced to ashes. Kurokami Gen
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Post by Elijah on Jun 23, 2023 1:59:16 GMT
It would've been a normal day. Elijah went to his classes as he always did, sitting in the back and writing notes on what lessons he deemed important and sleeping through the ones that weren't. He collaborated with his classmates on thought exercises and projects, giving his own opinions that prompted knee-jerk reactions stemming from his inability to sugarcoat anything. He ran the drills, fought his spars, and exhausted himself on the simulations they did daily. It would've been normal if Elijah had both of his arms. The fact was impossible to avoid; if he was going to survive four years of hero training on his skills alone, he needed something more durable than his current prosthetic. Day after day he could sense it wearing down from the damage it had to put up with, and while he could easily have it repaired, he couldn't depend on it when he would eventually be out on the field. So Elijah went to the university's work shops and requested a new one be made, having dropped off his current and only prosthetic so it could be used for measurements. And that was how he only had his left arm for the past few days. The reactions he garnered from others were expected. Those who wore their hearts on their sleeves pitied him the most and offered their notes to him, despite the fact he was ambidextrous. The more respectful didn't treat him any differently, and even fought as they usually did during spars. Elijah lost more rounds than he won. It was easy to forgive though. He was essentially crippled. Now the one-armed freshman was in the cafeteria eating his lunch, his loose sleeve tied in a knot so it didn't get caught in anything. He never gave the person working on his prosthetic his contact; he figured he didn't need to. He could just drop by in a week for an update. Maybe he should've to prevent what's about to happen next. Johanna LarsenOOC: He would've introduced himself to Jo as Hawthorne, he doesn't use his first name much.
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Post by Elijah on Jun 23, 2023 1:10:34 GMT
Well. He's done it. He passed the entrance exam and was accepted into UAU. Many people cried as their names appeared above the threshold that made the difference between enrolment and denial. Congratulations were thrown around, promises of large dinners to celebrate a job well done were made, cheers were heard across the makeshift arena the applicants had to compete against each other in. Elijah was a lot more muted with his enthusiasm. His efforts just barely prevented him from being barred from the university due to his refusal to use his Quirk. It was a handicap he placed on himself of his own volition but it put him at a disadvantage nonetheless. Everyone else used theirs. Those who passed practically excelled at it. He was just tired. There probably would be some inkling of pride in surpassing people as a pretend Quirkless amidst the- Nah, all he felt was exhaustion. Which persisted as the new freshman made his way to his dorm, the bass hanging on his back and the carry-on he pulled along weighing much heavier than they usually would. It'll be fine he thought. Only a few more minutes of walking and he could just collapse on his bed. Maybe he'll be lucky and this Kurokami Gen person he's rooming with wasn't around so he didn't have to do the whole "socializing" thing. Here's hoping.Upon reaching the right room, Elijah let go of his bag to open the door. Kurokami Gen
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