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Helsing
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Part-Time Sporting Store Clerk
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Inkheart, the Journey
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Post by enma on Sept 7, 2024 1:58:21 GMT
The Night Before...The time has come. A girl has invited Enma to her place where they would be alone. If there was ever a reason to call the Emergency Arashi Roundtable, it was now. The room was dark, light only illuminating what was a repurposed poker table typically used for his father's pachinko nights with friends. The three Arashis sat with their elbows on the table, fingers bridged together in deep contemplation. Shadows cast over the upper half of their faces as they took this matter with upmost seriousness. Nothing could bring Papa Arashi and Father together in a room in such unison, nothing bridge years of estrangement more than the only remaining heir stepping towards the inevitable destiny of being the next man of the house. Papa Arashi wore a traditional hakama and had a long, thin set of three handles making up his facial hair. Two from his upper lip, one from his chin. It formed almost a trident. His hair was tied in a bun with his head being mostly bald otherwise, but by choice and not genetics. Father wore his uniform from working, having rushed over immediately to discuss and strategize at this EAR meeting. Enma wore his typical all-black UAU uniform and coat, Raiju resting against the table. After what happened just outside of his father's store previously, he wouldn't risk it. There was a great silence that loomed over them as they found the words for each other. It was no easy thing to come together and maintain the peace, but for Enma? For what was coming to pass? They'd do anything. "Father, Grandfather, I have ordered this meeting to ask of you something I never thought I would. I need your help. As you know, my girlfriend -- yes, girlfriend -- invited me to her dorm while her roommate was gone. You know what this means." It would be Papa Arashi who would speak next, the most petrified of the deep-thinking men being Father. Still, their face shrouded by the single-bulb lighting and hunched over in contemplation, the words were chosen with sincere confidence. "Enma, boy, the time has come. You will finally be a man and inherit the Arashi clan." Without breaking posture or pose, Father chimed in. "While I am still very much healthy and alive, father, I must agree that the time has come. We've prepared a contingency for this moment."The two hadn't spoken in years outside of the tragic news of Enma's mother and sister. Yet, there was an unspoken agreement between the two. Maybe a spoken one when Enma was still very young, an undying pact that has now come to fruition. Enma was terrified at the prospect, trembling at his ankles but rock-solid in his upper half as to not show that fear to his fathers. "You will not leave here unprepared." Nodding in unison, Papa Arashi and Father synergized in their agreement. "And you will not leave here without knowing how to be responsible."Enma began nodding along with them, but also had an internal realization. This was an awful idea. "So to treat a lady right--" Papa Arashi went head-first into how the warrior would be both one in the battlefield and in the bedroom. "And the importance of contraceptives before financial security--" Yes, Father chose until Enma was twenty-two to finally have THAT talk. It was a long night. The Next Evening...The EAR did not cure Enma of any anxiety. He texted her a few times that day to show he was looking forward to their time together, but wanted to seem cool. Finishing up any courses he had, he would immediately make for her place. Knowing how she liked to surprise him with her boldness, he took some extra steps to really amaze her today. Standing in the mirror with a new shirt on, it would be a turtle-neck with no sleeves that he might've not fully researched into before getting. It was cotton and thin and hugged his muscular figure quite well. The neck was thick and the only pattern it had was the vertical lines of stitching. Exposing the surrounding area around his arm shoulder sockets, it really put a focus on those beef sticks of his. Wearing red slacks and black shoes, Enma tapped into this unknown fashionable spirit and wore a black and red bead bracelet. Bringing Raiju along as a precaution, he would not leave them vulnerable. Wrapped in cloth and tied to his back, Raiju was hidden tastefully as to not scare anybody. Arriving, he looked at Masao and smiled confidently, hiding his utter enthrallment with her. When she hugged him, he wouldn't hesitate to turn it more romantic with a kiss. This is where he took Father's advice. Be passionate, slow and methodic. Given that she accepted the kiss, show Masao that he was bold and confident and kept her guessing. "My day? My day. My day has been good, yeah. I've been thinking about you all day. How's your injuries?" Be caring, be mindful. Taking a look around the dorm, it began hitting him that he was in a girl's dorm room. They were alone. It was his girlfriend and him with all the time in the world. What if he wasn't ready!? "Tea would be good, Masao." A warm smile her way, he took Raiju from his back. "I...did not want to come unprepared in case...well, you know. Where may I set Raiju?" A precaution, but one that may be needed to defend himself if he terribly misinterpreted how the night was going to go. According to his fathers, he was the one expected to make the plays. Plays were dangerous. Always be prepared. Use protection! He heard repeat in his head. Clearly that meant use Raiju to defend himself if Masao began murdering him. But that wasn't going to happen! Right? Masao Ando
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Helsing
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Inkheart, the Journey
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Post by enma on Sept 5, 2024 4:40:43 GMT
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Inkheart, the Journey
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Sept 4, 2024 22:03:11 GMT
Post by enma on Sept 4, 2024 22:03:11 GMT
This assassin made a grave mistake by choosing to go after Masao. Enma knew that there was going to be a hard conversation later with whoever found out that she used her quirk, but he needed her and she needed him. That was what the assassin didn't prepare for, just the extent that this boy was ready to go for the person cradled by his heart. The sickness that Papa Arashi had spoken of, that villains had thought love as, it wasn't real. If it wasn't for Masao being present, Enma might've dealt a killing blow. Without speaking the words, he felt the conflict of her seeing his true capabilities. The warrior was capable of tearing apart concrete with ease, dancing with the body of whomever fell victim to his terrifying might in ways unimaginable to the average person. In the wrong state of mind, this could have been an execution. Still, they couldn't hold back. As Masao smashed the dazed villain's head with a bench, it opened him up to what would be the final blow of their encounter. For all the fury and shrouding darkness in his head, Enma knew they'd survive and that this bastard would be arrested. Pointing the bat like a sword held in line with his shoulder, he spun once and swung. In a homerun shot, the bat would collide with the assailant's head and a burst of force would crack the weakened ground around them. The assailant might've been presumed dead with how his head whipped in response, but it was only just enough to finally knock him unconscious. Standing within the bastard between them, Enma looked at Masao. Blood trickled down his chin from the blow he took prior, his shirt torn completely. Dirt and scrapes adorned his body. As the energy faded from the bat, he would drop it and make way for his love. If she wouldn't stop him, his first response would be to embrace and kiss her. Words were hard after such a battle, but instinct was easy. Sirens grew louder in the distance from both police forces and emergency medical teams. If Masao was too injured to keep standing, he would hold her up. When he could muster the words, he kept his eyes locked on hers in a way that made the ruined world around them fade away. "We did it. You're...okay. You're okay, Masao."What came next would be a blur to him. They'd eventually be separated and evaluated for any injuries. The haze of being asked questions, having field evaluations done like putting a light in his eyes and other such routines would follow. The only thing clutching Enma's heart was the fear that Masao would be punished for being the target of such a horrid assault. What would have happened had Enma not been there? She was strong, but she was someone that he cared about. That made the fear of losing her much stronger than his respect for her abilities. Sitting at the tail of the ambulance, he looked over at her with a soft smile. She was there with him still, even if they were both injured. A medic tried informing him that he had broken ribs, but he didn't care. Enma saw Masao, beautiful and mighty, and it showed in his expression. Love was a cure for a hurting heart. Masao Ando
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Helsing
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Inkheart, the Journey
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Sept 4, 2024 21:49:38 GMT
Post by enma on Sept 4, 2024 21:49:38 GMT
The battle was heated just how Enma wanted. Oniki wasn't hesitant to fight, she just did it. There was a respect, even if 'respect' wasn't the word in either of their heads. Both were fighters and didn't want to waste precious breath on words. They weren't friends, especially not during this match. No, for however long the match would go, Oniki was a demon to be slain and Enma was Helsing. She would see the excitement and fury in those crimson eyes and he would see the reckless beast before him. Seeing her fall over from his slicing of the back of her knees, he hoped that it would limit her mobility. His maneuver of stunning her with a throat-jab using Raiju set it up perfectly. For now, the war of attrition would be in his favor. Their strength was similar, their speed was similar, but his maneuvers were uniform whereas she attacked with crude strategies. The winner would be determined by the one who knew what to do and when to do it. For now, Oniki didn't know what to do about his meticulous attacks. She would attempt a surprising tactic in the form of bluffing that her umbrella weapon could fire. Not perceiving a barrel, Enma only assumed that the tip launched, which meant he needed to move only slightly forward. As the umbrella opened and closed to reveal an incoming fist, Enma couldn't help but take the blow. It was hard, rocking his jaw and waking the beast within. Recovering without hesitation but feeling the mighty pain of this mighty Oniki's punch, he would scoff. "Cheap distraction, Oniki." Going to grab her wrist, he knew that their matching strength would make this close quarters combat much easier for him while she wielded the umbrella in the other hand. If she didn't stop him, he would jab the hilt of Raiju into her chest three times, each aimed for the solar plexus. A tirade of debilitating blows that would hopefully weaken her further. Could she take it? Enma knew better than to think that punching her face a few times would take her out. No, he needed to weaken her stance, drain her stamina, break her form. If she couldn't stand like a warrior, then she couldn't stand to him. Yanai Yoko
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Helsing
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Part-Time Sporting Store Clerk
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Inkheart, the Journey
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Sept 4, 2024 21:38:37 GMT
Post by enma on Sept 4, 2024 21:38:37 GMT
The way this person spoke was very strange to Enma. He sounded out text-speech that he'd seen others use? Maybe they were one of those youngsters that spent too much time on the internet. At least Rem wouldn't say anything about phantom taxes or sigma toilets or whatever city kids yap on about. Was he an old man or just country-raised? Still, it was sad that Rem had to defend himself and appreciated his respect for the bat. But...he used someone else as a bat? It eerily seemed like illegal quirk usage, though he wasn't going to question it too hard. He wasn't on-duty and the Sports Festival was a time for fun. If Rem wasn't a villain, then it wasn't their problem. "I'm really sorry, that sounds traumatic. Well, if you're not a hero then of course don't be afraid to call one. Situations call for self-defense sometimes and a hero isn't always nearby."Shrugging as a way of empathizing, Enma felt like there were so many unfortunate circumstances where a hero wasn't close at all. That's why vigilantes existed and when they weren't present, what was the average civilian to do? Looking at Masao, he wondered if she had some magic trick for fixing a bat like that within the hour. It was...mangled. His quirk wouldn't work, so he looked around and went over to purchase a bat. "Not to speak for you Masao, but it might take some time. Why don't I get you a new one? On the house. Masao, do you think you can fix that?" "That" was a severely crippled bat with horrible structural damage. How could that be remedied without the power of a quirk? The soul of that bat was just as broken as it was physically. 🆁🅴🅼 Masao Ando
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Helsing
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Part-Time Sporting Store Clerk
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Inkheart, the Journey
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Sept 4, 2024 21:31:25 GMT
Post by enma on Sept 4, 2024 21:31:25 GMT
Enma was satisfied with the plan by the end of it, as long as they could do the good work. He reminded himself that something like Kodai turning into a dinosaur for people to enjoy the novelty of was a positive thing. It wasn't like their charity was a support group, it was trying to garner support and needed to cater to the selfish side of people. Curious, though, as Kodai's quirk was rather wide. How did he know what to transform into? "I'd prefer not to disclose my quirk, since it is not relevant to what we need to do." It might've been cold, but it was a boundary nonetheless. They would put together a stand outside of his father's store, which was located in a high-traffic area of Tokyo. Right in the parking lot next to the store would be perfect. "I can make the banners and talk to my father, no need for the help. Thank-you for offering assistance, Kodai."Once they were in agreement, Enma would painfully meet with his father who made him agree to doing work at the Sports Festival where they would have a stand. For that, they were able to procure what they needed for the fundraiser. Putting together an inviting set of posters, banners and advertisement pieces to hand-out, Enma would surprise himself by the touches he was capable of. Writing in a friendly, pleasant font and drawing cute-looking dinosaurs, he ran it by Rahul and Kodai for any corrections necessary. When the time came for them to meet-up for the fundraiser, Enma would be found finishing putting everything together in the parking lot. Despite how distant and cold he seemed, he put a lot of effort at least into the decorations and prepared it early so that the others didn't need to worry. He wasn't going to do the talking nor was he the dinosaur in this equation, so it was the least he could do. Tea, coffee and baked breakfast goods would await Kodai and Rahul. "Welcome, I hope we have a good showing today."Marcus Ryu Kodai 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐲
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Helsing
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Inkheart, the Journey
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Sept 4, 2024 21:20:52 GMT
Post by enma on Sept 4, 2024 21:20:52 GMT
It was a soft spot that Enma was a decent artist, specializing in calligraphy where his father specialized in detailing sports goods. He didn't like being recognized as an artist, only wanting to be seen as a tactician and a swordsman. Maybe it was the comparison that could be drawn between his father and him or the stoic warrior spirit engrained into his body by his grandfather. Regardless of what it was, his skills came full-force when it came to the painting of figurines. There was the matter of his sleepless state. Jun probably saw it as weakness, that he had compromised his health recklessly. Enma never felt better. Staring back at her, he sat amid his army. "My mind is clear and I am ready for battle." In polite terms, he essentially wanted to express how prepared he was to absolutely crush her in a game of 80K. Death would come for the units of Jun and he wouldn't back down. "Are you prepared to face what you've created?" The sleep deprivation made him a bit more dramatic as there was a delirious element to his attitude. Was this real life or was he steeped in eternal space war? junsuina
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Inkheart, the Journey
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Sept 4, 2024 21:13:54 GMT
Post by enma on Sept 4, 2024 21:13:54 GMT
This is what Helsing has trained for. In the spirit of the monster-slaying expert from the historic Bram Stoker novel, this hero-in-training wielded his sword, galvanized by the first real opportunity to do good for the people of the world. This wasn't just for Japan's sake, this was for all those that wished to live in peace and harmony. Safety from a great evil such as those that would bring forth these abominations was the top priority. But the thrill in Helsing's heart was otherworldly. Knights ahead, archers behind them, he stared. They were monstrous, abominable foes that were to be slain in battle as this was the introduction of war. For Helsing, this was his first arrival into real war. No pretend, no imitation games; this was it. As the hero Vox would charge ahead valiantly, the boy felt inspired as the armor-clad hero deflected arrow after arrow. Then his love would arrive and a new layer of vigilance came to be. Helsing didn't know what these creatures were, just that they weren't right. Supplied with elemental forces, Masao would try to shield him but would be a demonstration for the icing effect of the blue arrows. "Paragon, this is what I've trained for. Of course I've come here, and now we can do it together!" With crimson energy swirling around Raiju, he drew the blade and revealed its new form to Masao. She could see the effects of the Journey painting their mutual experiences on it. How would it change with the Raid of Takamagahara? Dashing forward, he would dodge left and right and use the sheer force of his blows to shatter arrows as they arrived. Clouds of ice, fire and venom would disperse as he approached one of the three knights. Wielding a sword of red, curling flames repelled in response to the clash of metal. "Helsing here! Tell me where I need to go and whom I need to slay and it will be done." Announcing to Vox, he would focus on the knights in the meantime. A second knight with their icy blade would try to flank. They were strong, but Helsing had faith in his own strength. Especially while Masao was there, it demanded the same expression of power that their second date had. Using Raiju's sheathe, he would block the second blade, ice curling around its shaft. Deflecting both blades away, he would smash his quirk-enhanced sheathe against the Ice Knight's lower torso to knock it back and break off the ice. Drawing back, the Fire Knight would assault once more and enter a continual clash with Helsing. Blow after blow, he would evaluate the movements to try and analyze just how skilled they were and how strong they were. Once there was an opening, he would jump and rotate in an attempt to cleave the Fire Knight's head and helmet off cleanly. For Japan. For Mother and Sister. For Masao.Ryota Hada Masao Ando Matsu Stellar
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Helsing
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Part-Time Sporting Store Clerk
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Inkheart, the Journey
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Aug 31, 2024 23:22:07 GMT
Post by enma on Aug 31, 2024 23:22:07 GMT
In a daze, Enma would subconsciously reach for a Raiju that wasn't there. The sword that had made him feel so protected was missing, those that worked for his father seeing the boy in action for better or worse. Eventually, as he came to and found the bat, hatred would emanate in the form of that dark energy. The bat would not permanently transform, so it had reverted to its normal form while he was disconnected with it. As that energy soaked once more and turned it into its twisted form, he would look onward to the growing calamity of their battle. Enma was ashamed that he had been cast aside so easily by the enemy, showing that there was more powerful foes than he could anticipate. He was ashamed that he couldn't control his emotions and his quirk didn't make it any easier. The truth of what Masao saw was his trauma finally releasing. Still, hatred coursed from his flesh into the metal of the bat. Reinforcing it, it would turn the basic sports good into a weapon of great fury. Recovering from the blunt trauma of the assassin, he watched as Masao bravely evaded and fought against the gorilla-armed man. As she would strike against the assassin's head, he would recoil and use it as an opportunity to sent a concussive blow straight to her body. If she didn't evade, it would launch her into a car much like the assassin did to her newfound love. Seeing the danger in this, Enma chose not to think of this as saving people who had long since died, but save the person threatened in the first place. Kicking off the wrecked car, it would explode behind him from the gas tank being compressed. Wielding the bat with one hand further down its length, a crushing blow would be dealt to the assassin's midsection. Metal crunched and buckled, prompting him to flick the bat upwards and launch the stunned assassin. Swinging homerun-style into the assassin's side, that vicious crunch would happen again. Chasing the flying gorilla man down, he would spring up and drag them along the surface of the building. Concrete would crumble as a rough line was drawn. Kicking off the building into a spinning motion, he would send the assassin like a missile into the ground. With a delay, Enma would drop. Holding the bat upside-down and bringing in his legs, he would drive it down intro the ground and attempt to bury the assassin. Barely dodging, the assassin attempted to shift back into the quicker mantis form, but the damage to his systems made audible noises of denial. Enma stepped out of the crater, staring them down with sheer presence and waiting for Masao to pull herself together. "You made a mistake.""Jeez, you're a damn monster!""To be a slayer of monsters, you must know what it is like to be one. I am not, and I am not lonely like one." Using their brief dialogue as distract, he would use his words as a cue for Masao to strike a blow against the sundered armor of the assassin. Whether she was able to or not, Enma would prepare for his final assault. Masao Ando
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Helsing
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Part-Time Sporting Store Clerk
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Inkheart, the Journey
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Aug 31, 2024 23:08:07 GMT
Post by enma on Aug 31, 2024 23:08:07 GMT
Not hearing her voice, Helsing became concerned with the illusion cast around him. She shouldn't have vanished entirely and the watery apparitions were too unnatural for the collection of water required to make them. It led the student to deduce that he needed to be especially wary of any strikes he would deal. As he became surrounded, the sheathed Raiju would repel defensively and simply pass through nothingness. With no resistance meant that there must have been an attempt at exhausting his reflexes. Trying to weave through apparition after apparition, they would keep appearing. It seemed as if there was no way to detect a weakness in the illusion, as he already attempted to move from his original location. Where is this damned criminal? If the illusion means making these water ghosts...then the illusion must still be related to the rain.How does one combat rain when it covers such a wide area? Taking a moment to himself, there would be a splash on the ground. Then another. Pressing with his thumb, Helsing would draw and slash with Raiju along the ground while activating his quirk very briefly to create a wave of dirt and debris. If this person was invisible or removed from the swordsman's vision by whatever quirk they have, then hopefully it would expose them. They may not be visible, but the dirt from broken concrete might counter such a trick. Shirayuki Mai
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Helsing
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Part-Time Sporting Store Clerk
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Inkheart, the Journey
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Aug 31, 2024 22:56:33 GMT
Post by enma on Aug 31, 2024 22:56:33 GMT
The raid on Takamagahara had begun. It wasn't going to be an easy set of trials, but Enma knew that he had to help put a stop to the monsters previously terrorizing Japan. He was but a small piece in a grander army, though he would do what he could. When flesh was rend, when bone was broken, when hope was seemingly lost; he would still carry his sword. If it wasn't for his home, it certainly was going to be for Masao.
Carrying Raiju, its form had changed so much since the bonds he made had grown. Masao had seen the dark and light of him, which reflected in the colorful portrait running along the first third of the blade. The Journey for Raiju was incomplete, deep crimson flames with stark black outlines erupting from the cross guard. The hate that could not go unseen for those that endangered her was painted permanently by his quirk.
Here he was, dressed in black tactical wear with a cowl and shroud covering his visage. Arrows had blanketed the wing, knights standing stalwart and threatening those that dared approach. Right now, Enma was Helsing and these were no true knights, just monsters adorned in wickedness. Holding his sheathed sword, he looked at the emblem that formed from when he first met the Ando prodigy and looked ahead to the captain of the unit in anticipation.
He was no foolish warrior and knew better than to go it alone. With the right order would begin his own assault. How strong were these monsters? Would they shatter like glass or be an unyielding terror on the unit? Regardless, the monster-slayer Helsing waited patiently for the battle to really begin.
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Helsing
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Part-Time Sporting Store Clerk
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Inkheart, the Journey
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Post by enma on Aug 29, 2024 3:48:36 GMT
Should Enma stop her from using her quirk? It was just armor, radiant armor at that. Masao needed to protect herself as she was the target of this assault, yet the law was the law. Not that he fully agreed with it, but he didn't want this to somehow cause her to be expelled or prevent her from getting proper licensing. The pressing threat was this assailant, whose mantis blades had threatened to cleave through anything that dare slow them down. The pain of repelling them was outweighed by the pain, the fear of losing Masao to this man. An unhinged assassin who was clearly employed to slay the Ando inheritor. Without his sword, it would be more difficult. That wouldn't stop him from fighting until his body wouldn't let him for the sake of protecting the person who put color back into his life. "I don't think he's going to surrender."As she ran to get the bat, the battle would rage on. Machinery would come alive as red arteries on the surface would show off the cybernetics as they glowed. The assassin's eyes glowed the same color, indicating that something came alive. "Princess and the Pauper, full of bravado and stubborn student heroism! It's perfect, I was looking for an excuse to use these modifications." Stabbing in a flurry, Enma wove around each blow that seemed to increase in speed further and further. Kicking with his geta, the heat of the blades would burn the surface as they sizzled together. His kick overlapped the assailant's arms and created an opening. Thrusting his fist into what felt like a metal skull, there was a concussive burst from the sheer force. The assailant went tumbling and Masao returned from the shop, the employees having recognized Enma just outside. Crashing into a car and crumpling it, the assailant would cleave it into pieces and cause the gas tank to explode. Shrapnel fired all around, nothing hitting the two but causing more environmental damage as a fire began to spread. "Maybe that kick wasn't a fuckin' fluke, but you're still holding back! Oh, and what's this? Hoping for a homerun?"Looking directly at her, the assailant would raise a brow at the growing luminescence of Paragon's armor. Enma would cover his eyes as light filled the area. Those afar seemed to be fine, but the curious assassin would stagger from the pain in his eyes. Moving to Masao, he would gladly take a bat. Gripping it tightly, he would pour his anger into it through his quirk. Normally, Raiju and the sword she made for him would be the only ones he could use his quirk on. Whether it be Masao's life being in danger or it coming from her hands, something satisfied the subconscious terms of his quirk. The Journey would enchant the bat with a black energy that had red undertones. Spikes would grow from the bat, giving it a more devilish look. "I can't wait to cut you up, you bitch!" The villain was right about one thing: he was still holding back. Looking at Masao with bat in hand, he was still nervous. "I won't tolerate those words, cretin." As he stepped forward and saw this as the person who took his family away from him, who dared take Masao away from him, he let the spikes towards the tip of the bat drag through the ground. Carving through concrete, he would let the assassin come, who sprung once more from the corona of fire around him. The bat swung in a crescent and Enma slid along the ground, smashing the tip of the enchanted weapon into the chest of the assailant. Before he could launch away, Enma grabbed his ankle and tossed him into the ground with such sheer force that it would crater the ground and once again fill the area with dust and debris. One-handed, he would begin pummeling the assailant and burying him deeper into the ground. "You'll regret ATTACKING...THREATENING...INSULTING my Masao. Pathetic monster. Pathetic villain." You won't hurt anyone ever again. As the assault came to an end, the assassin looked up with blood running from the corners of his mouth. "H...hey, you're crazy kid! I didn't think I would need it..." As the assassin's skin scintillated, a hex-pattern of grey and black outline would overtake him. The light in his eyes faded, which befuddled Enma. What Masao saw next was a plume of concrete bursting from the ground, With glowing metal fists, the mantis blades retracted and the assassin's fists expanded and gripped Enma's throat. Throwing him into a car, Enma would feel the wind get knocked from his body. Landing on the ground, it seemed that the jet ankles were disengaged and the assassin's facial expressions shifted from serpentine to chunky and more gorilla-like. Looking at the Ando girl next, he would run more sluggishly and try clobber her. This form was slow, but it was stronger than before. Could her armor outlast the added might? Meanwhile, Enma stumbled off the vehicle and felt himself trapped by the blunt force and the voice of his Papa Arashi. Love is a sickness of the heart. If you succumb to it, then all of the things that you let into that same place will be consumed. Was he right? Would he simply fail Masao because of his arrogance and raw emotion? He just...needed a moment. Masao Ando
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Helsing
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Part-Time Sporting Store Clerk
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Inkheart, the Journey
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Aug 28, 2024 20:09:15 GMT
Post by enma on Aug 28, 2024 20:09:15 GMT
Today was the day. Enma had been training for so long and used his painting skills to bring forth a tyrant army. He spent so much money on an intricate set of units that would come to hopefully dominate Jun's puny forces. The sheer hours spent, sleep lost and training missed to come prepared for battle was incalculable. Returning the books meant more than simply saying "I'm done", it meant that war was to be waged in 80K. The books weren't for nothing, as Enma had found a new hobby and a burning desire to win war. Was he a budding warmonger? Would he bring terror to Japan? No, it was simply the world of 80K that captivated him and a desire to have a return on investment with the hyper-fixation. It might not last forever, so here he was. In the room relegated to activities such as this, he would have mountains of perfectly painted figurines. Hulking units, elites, Space Seals and if needed, ships. Whatever Jun would bring, he would be ready. Bags hung under his eyes and he meticulously inspected each and every unit to make sure he hadn't left a flaw on them. One may look at him and say, "are you okay?". He's never been better. junsuina
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ALIAS
Helsing
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Part-Time Sporting Store Clerk
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QUIRK
Inkheart, the Journey
Student
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Aug 28, 2024 19:57:21 GMT
Post by enma on Aug 28, 2024 19:57:21 GMT
Enma was a bit lost on where the dinosaurs came from, assuming it had to do with Kodai's quirk. Did he make dinosaurs? Still, the only thing that bothered him was the connection to the cause. As someone who has experienced loss in the way that many have from villains, dinosaurs were a nice attraction that could attract more than those that could relate but it didn't feel like the right fit for him. Thinking as someone who would feel seen by such a charity, he pondered it. "Kodai, is that what your quirk allows?" He didn't want to offend Kodai by shooting down the idea. Rahul seemed to be the more confident and outgoing one of the two, so he'd follow his insight on the matter. It would be simple to setup a stand and use his calligraphy skills to make cards, but the joy factor of dinosaur rides could also benefit them. "I don't mind the hard work, considering this is a cause I..." He wasn't sure how to say it, freezing up momentarily. His expression didn't betray him, but he didn't want to out himself as a victim. "I would be happy to put in any kind of work for a fundraiser like this." Nodding with a flat face, he twiddled his thumbs and looked down. As for the advertising, he really could only muster a shrug. That was not his field at all. "I'm not the person for that, but help from my father would at least ease the pain on mustering the resources a little."Bridging his fingers and leaning forward, he looked to Rahul for his input. Marcus Ryu Kodai 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐲
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Helsing
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Part-Time Sporting Store Clerk
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Inkheart, the Journey
Student
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Aug 28, 2024 18:41:04 GMT
Post by enma on Aug 28, 2024 18:41:04 GMT
The romancing of their hearts had created a beautiful silence between the two just before the terrifying attack. Enma had found someone he could be forthright with, expressing emotions he'd never grown up around. Love wasn't present in the Arashi home, he could feel the same, albeit different, issue having been present for the Ando's. In the moment they had together, there was a beautiful luminescence to Enma's chest once more as his feelings elevated. It didn't matter who would judge them, Enma had found someone he wanted to grow close with. It didn't matter who would try to tempt them, Enma found someone who he could have unyielding loyalty for. It didn't matter who would try to harm them, Enma had found someone he would protect with all he had. Masao was a stalwart unlike any other, but could she fight? From what he recalled, she needed to polish her skills and that meant that he needed to be her sword. At the very least, she could be his shield. Could she handle the parts of him that she didn't know? The darkness, the rage, the need for vengeance. The dark parts that no hero should cling to, yet here he was. As she moved him behind her and they both stared down their assailant, Enma let her take the lead and felt such regret over not bringing his sword. Had he known that a villain could attack them at any time, he would've held it. But he wasn't on-duty as a hero. In fact, did Masao have her license? She was using her beautiful quirk, but if they engaged in a calamitous battle then it could spell consequence for her. "Masao...do you have your license?" The assailant snickered, a snake-like tongue whipping from his mouth. A blood orange visor was shattered, revealing the serpentine features that stared back at them. He wasn't truly a snake, but that was the closest kin to the snake of a man who dared attempt to take Masao's life. He whirled his blades, clearing the dust and pointing one at Masao. "That was a fuckin' rough kick, kid. Alright, let's not get ourselves in trouble now. Let me just slide my blade in your collar bone and I'll be on my damn way." The threat wasn't just seen, it was heard. Enma felt something crawling through that had taken a moment to weave through the soft emotions radiating through his heart. Enma felt rage. Enma felt regret over not being in this very place the last time an Arashi had a run-in with an assailant. He felt like it was his duty to make up for being in Kyoto, for being useless to his mother and sister. To him, they'd want him to destroy anybody that try to take his love from him. With a darker tone and an angered voice, Enma stepped past Masao. "Masao. Unless you have your license, I need you to step back."This wasn't Enma, this was Helsing. Monster-slayer. Taking a defensive pose, the assailant would scoff at his short stature and would ready to lung. "See, I know you're one beefed-up short-stack now. Not such an easy target, still such a cute little protector for this princess here!" With crimson eyes, there was an unnerving stare that seemed to briefly make the assailant freeze. Lunging while mumbling expletives, the mantis-armed man would slash diagonally twice in a closing X. Enma trained for this. He tore muscle after muscle and wove them back together through his discipline and hard work to be able to thwart threats like this. Nobody he loves would perish ever again. Ducking back, he would narrowly dodge before swinging back forward with his body. Head-butting with great might, the assailant would go rolling back before crashing again into the building. Without hesitation, the maniacally laughing killer would come diving in. Pushing Masao away, Enma would barely dodge the blade impaling the ground like it was butter. Pulling it out, the assailant attempted to blind Enma with dust to no avail. Through a flurry of slashes and stabs, Enma did great with not getting hit before using his palm to push the flat of one of the blades away. Burning him, he would just stare at the assailant and thrust his fist into the man's gut. Pure metal collided with pure knuckle, indicating that this person was a sort of cybernetic amalgamation. As the assailant was launched, his ankles opened up and tore through the suit he wore to counter the momentum back with jets. "I guess I'll have to amp it up! You're first, boy." Enma balled his fist, feeling melted flesh but the pain of his past burned hotter. "I know your armor is strong, but his blades are heated. Masao, I need you to go get me a bat from the store. I'm sure they see us by now, they must've heard us." The two would continue a game of trading blows, this time Enma losing the exchanges through his less refined unarmed style. Cut and seared in a few places, his shirt would eventually burn away and reveal the muscular perfection of his scarred body. He's held back, but only in fear of letting the assailant through to Masao for being reckless. Or maybe it was fear of scaring her and this was his first fight with a villain. Maybe he was afraid...of what beast he was uncaging. Would she still love him then? Masao Ando
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