Hiro Hamada

Robotics Senior || Bot Brawling Champion || Loves Buffalo Wings

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Playing It Cool || Hamacrust

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Robot fight nationals –

Wow this kid was a nerd.

He almost scoffed, but also he was mildly intrigued. Mildly, because robot fighting sounded like something he could be interested in, you know, if he outfitted a really fucking amazing robot that just smashed smaller robots.

“Dunno if I’ve heard of robot fighting before,” said Bradley, his voice edged on teasing, enough to warrant a few chuckles from his companions, but he did raise an eyebrow to show a bit more interest, which made a couple of his gang slide this new fellow appraising looks. “Have you got any videos? Is it hard-core smashing stuff like a monster truck rally? Or, something tamer?”

Hiro flinched at how the energy surrounding the group changed so suddenly, as if Bradley’s single movement would be enough to change everyone else’s opinions on the matter. He told himself he’d never be part of a group like that, even though there he was, trying to impress the lot of them.

“Well, there’s different categories,” he admitted, shrugging. “There’s mini-sumo, which is tame and just pushing each other off the stage. But I do like the wrecking more.”

Hiro looked through his phone, and turned it around with a satisfied look in his eye to show his latest victory. It featured a bot that slid around the small round stage and, in a few seconds, reduced the opposing team’s bot to shreds thanks to a pair of well-placed sawblades that made the defenseless metal creation’s parts fly all over the room.

“I don’t do mini-sumo, though.”

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Playing It Cool || Hamacrust

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Even though Bradley was no longer a student at PrideU, he still found himself lounging around the campus every so often. A lot of the people he’d grown up with were around there, after all, the people he called friends were doing their advanced degrees or dating younger uni girls or whatever. And speaking of uni girls – what better place to pick ‘em  up than at uni?

He was talking to some girls now, along with some of his friends, laughing loudly and complimenting one of the hotter girl’s books. (Ew, but he knew they were more likely to be up for a shag if they thought he was into their mind and not their tits).

He stood atop a picnic table, towering over the rest of his friends, hands jammed into the pockets of his jacket, and had just told a particularly good joke, everyone around him laughing, when some scrawny kid from across the quad walked on over.

Bradley peered down at him. This kid looked pathetically nerdy, to say the least, but the fact he’d sorta came over intrigued Bradley. What did this guy want? To compliment his shirt?

He hopped off the picnic table, landing with a thud.

“Well thanks, mate,” he said. No reason to be rude to this fellow just yet – might prove useful. Heaven knew Bradley spent secondary with a whole entourage of wannabes at his heel. “It’s Ralph Lauren. Name’s Uppercrust. Bradley Uppercrust the third. Don’t think I’ve seen you around here, yeah?”

Hiro was in the conversation now! Pretty good for someone who couldn’t even have uttered a word a few years back. Now, if he played his cards right, he would be with what he assumed to be some of the coolest people on campus.

“I’m Hamada. Hiro Hamada,” the boy replied, “the first.” Why did important people always have numbered names? That simply meant that Hiro’s instincts about this guy had been correct.

“You may not have,” the student replied, attempting a smooth smile. “Though you might’ve seen my work. You know, I’ve won the robot fight nationals two times in a row representing the University, so... That’s pretty neat, if I do say so myself.”

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Playing It Cool || Hamacrust

When the semester was beginning, it was a little bit like a full stop on activity. Usually, the first pair of weeks involved getting to know new professors and getting used to the school in general. It was a bit of a breather before being swamped with work.

Those were the only days Hiro could appreciate the campus itself and relax around the place without constantly being hassled by his own responsibilities. 

As he sat near the entrance to campus proper, Hiro was leaning back and looking at the people who came in. Some of them were barely recognizable. People he knew studied there. They were regular students and nothing special. There was this dude who came in after who looked sort of like a character from american television. That grabbed Hiro’s attention.

The fellow was standing nearby, and he was one of those guys who always appeared to be too cool to be real. Hiro was a scrawny kid who lost his voice whenever an attractive woman approached, and he had always admired the sort of guys who could breeze through things like that.

He sort of wanted to be with him. Not with, with him, but rather his acquaintance. After all, becoming friends with a cool dude would make you a cool dude yourself, right? And then, the rest was history. He was already the smartest, so this would make Hiro well-rounded and awesome.

The student stood up and walked over to the cool-looking guy. “Hey,” he greeted, smoothly, before remembering he was a terrible conversation person and immediately drew a blank in his mind. 

“Eh - I like your shirt. It’s pretty stylish,” he finally decided to say, grinning with slight awkwardness.

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Unwanted Chemistry || Penny & Hiro

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Penny wanted to argue that everything was a possibility, thank you very much, it was impossible to know - especially in this town, which was 100% out to kill her and everyone else in it - but she kept her mouth shut. And to be honest, she was glad for once that she had held her tongue, because not pissing off the kid that could get them out of here was probably a good idea.

“I can’t do much else,” She muttered, because she couldn’t entirely keep her trap shut, as it happened, but whatever. She watched as he fumbled about with whatever machine that was, brow furrowing. It did seem quite cool, in principle, but she was still having trouble appreciating it - maybe in a moment, once she waas out of the big pink bubble and finally free, she could ask what was going on.

She didn’t have too much time to think about it, though; in a matter of seconds he had grabbed her by the wrist, the bubble had popped with a loud, well, POP!, and she was in the air, and then she was falling, and she was definitely screaming–

Penny landed in what could only be described as “ick”, and she gave a horrified cry. “What is this?” She asked, lifting her arms and looking at the gloop stuck to her. She pointed an accusatory finger at the machine. “What is that?!”

“It’s only the latest in the Hamada Defense line,” Hiro said, triumphantly, as he wiped some of the gooey substance off his feet. The good thing was that it seemed to get off relatively easy.

“It’s not done yet, obviously,” he added quickly, so as to avoid any criticism, “but as you can see it does fulfill its purpose, kind of. You know, this is supposed to let the user create chemical mixtures in as little time as possible, meant to be used for self-defense in case, you know, you fall off a building or find yourself in the apocalypse next month.”

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Unwanted Chemistry || Penny & Hiro

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No no, Penny did. She did want to strangle him. And she would, but if he had made the stupid big pink bubblegum thing then she was counting on him to fix it, so he got to continue living. Lucky him!

Though she did feel a little better about the oxygen thing, though she wasn’t exactly up to grinning like he was. “And a big pink ball is safe? Cause if anything I feel - not safe. We’re going downhill. What happens if we pick up speed? What if you fall into the river and get carried away with the currents?”

Okay, Penny wasn’t usually in such a bad mood, but this was an exceptional circumstance. “Listen - it’s… cool. I’ll give you that. But I can’t appreciate it cause I’m trapped in it. Is there any way to like… pop it?”

Hiro decided to not highlight the fact that they did seem to be picking up speed as they moved. He stepped back in an attempt to stop it, which worked for a little bit.

“I don’t think that’s gonna happen,” Hiro said. “That sounds like a cartoon or something. I feel like we’d probably end up in the street first.”

That was most certainly not something to be relieved about, though, was it? Still, the student cleared his throat. “Right, yeah, I can pop it... Give me one second!” he requested.

And then, Hiro got to work. Using the very same thing that had made the bubble, he put in another combination. Then, he moved forward and grabbed Penny by the wrist.

What followed was the bubble popping. Thanks to a new chemical, of course, that launched them up into the air with a streak of some sort of gas that left Hiro’s invention. “Get ready!” Hiro exclaimed, and pointed down as they moved in that direction. With another chemical combination, what looked like a gooey blob was launched underneath for them to fall on.

It was sticky and disgusting, but it broke their fall. “There. See? All fixed!” the boy declared, actively trying his best to stick off the gooey trampoline.

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Barn-Conned || Robot Barn

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Y’know – it was times like this when it was all worth it. Seeing Hiro’s face light up? Man, there was just something in the Al Tiberius McWiggin way. He fel triumphant that he was finally starting to make concrete changes in the community.

His dad would be proud. He thought about telling ol’ Chaz McWiggin about all of this, but then, well, maybe his dad would be just as sad as he would be proud. Maybe it was better not to show his dad how good life was when his dad was still tryin’ to get his tenth business off the ground.

“Will do, kiddo,” said Al, saluting at Hiro with two fingers. “You’ll start bein’ a Barn Con staple at this rate. Maybe one year you’ll even headline it.” He gave a hearty chuckle, not because he didn’t believe Hiro could make it, but because he was really hopin’ he would and that Barn Con would still be a thing, maybe even a bigger thing. A fellow had to dream!

Hiro smiled. It felt good to actually be considered for something like this. So far, he had felt like he was maybe not good at something that would be interesting to many people, but now he was going to be at a convention. Granted, he wasn’t headlining or anything like that, but you had to start somewhere, right?

“Thanks! I’ll see you then,” he finally exclaimed. Taking another mouthful of ice cream, the student turned around and headed right for the door.

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Unwanted Chemistry || Penny & Hiro

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Neither of those things were particularly reassuring, no.

A ball made of chemicals. Great. She could be breathing in anything, could be touching anything. Would she get out of here in the near perfect condition she had entered in? He couldn’t tell her. And enough oxygen for a couple of days– Penny was 18. She had many days ahead of her. She needed more oxygen than that.

She almost lost her feet from under her when the bubble started to move. She looked over at the other, trying to match her steps to his, cause otherwise she was just going to topple over. “I think so. I don’t mind hearing it again, though.” She prodded it once more, huffing softly. “You made this?”

“Sorry, then,” Hiro repeated promptly. He knew he couldn’t get cocky considering the situation. He was lucky the girl didn’t want to strangle him to death right there and then for what’d happened.

“Don’t worry. The material will probably deteriorate before the time we have to worry about oxygen,” he commented, before raising his head to look at the girl, grinning at the question. “Yes! It’s part of my latest project,” he explained. “The idea is to give a regular person the possibility to defend themselves should they have to. These days, so many weird things happen in town that you have to feel safe somehow, you know?”

As they walked past two members of Hiro’s D&D group who were heading toward the building, he waved at them and continued on rolling downhill, slowly.

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Sota Fukushi

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God must have been in a very good mood when this man was created

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Lumière & ? || Open

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Lumiére pouted at the stranger, “Are you sure you’re old enough to be in here?” he accused, accepting the drink and once again telling the bartender to keep his tab running. “I know where my limit is I promise,” he said, though there’s nothing obliging him to this grumpy college student. Lumiére is a grown man who can make his own decisions, like when to stop pickling his insides with various liquors.  

He looked around the bar and noticed the volume of college students for the first time since he arrived. He knew this was a university town, he just hadn’t interacted with any of the students as of yet. “Are you with them?” he asked, gracefully sliding off his stool and  (as gracefully as one who is drunk as a skunk can) and moving closer to the stranger. “Because, you seem to be here, alone, and they seem to be over there, enjoying themselves as a group.” He paused, realizing how harsh that sounded, “hold that thought,” he ordered a cranberry lime vodka, and handed it to Hiro, “Sip this, then, walk up to someone who seems nice, and compliment them on one thing they’re wearing, headband, tee-shirt, glasses, anything–even if you don’t like it, it makes conversation so much easier.”

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Hiro wasn’t surprised. The one thing he knew people said was always ‘I know my limits.’ Really, if people did know their limits, the world would be a much better place overall.

“I’m old enough. I’m twenty, you know?” he replied. Then, the weird drunk simply decided to go on a weird... counselor role. He handed Hiro a drink and the student looked at it, raising a brow.

“I don’t need help with that, you know?” he asked, looking away. “Besides, I never said I wanted to talk to them. Besides, you’re alone too, aren’t you? Why don’t you do that?”

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Lumière & ? || Open

Lumière ordinarily could tell where his tipping point was with alcohol, but after moving to this new place, and scouring the town for a job, he hardly had any fun. He completely missed New Years, and he’s still gloomy that he didn’t get a New Year’s Kiss. So, he decided it was #thirstythursday. He already posted two very pretty looking drink on Instagram, and had more or less put his phone away as he strung up a bigger and bigger tab. 

Drinking alone wasn’t a sad or lonely affair for Lumi, in fact, it was an excellent chance to make friends. He’d already become pretty well acquainted with a lovely fellow named Jack Daniels, and now he’s getting to know his good friend José Cuervo. After, he plans on introducing himself to this intriguing woman named Bailey who he’s heard can sweeten even the bitterest heart. 

“Mm, another of these please,” he said to the bartender, pointing at the empty glass and knocking it over. “Oops!” he said, laughing and setting the glass to rights. He looked over his shoulder to see that no one saw his clumsy display. “Sorry!” 

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Hiro didn’t go to bars, or clubs, or anything like that. As a matter of fact, he usually didn’t frequent any place with more than twenty people in the vicinity, and the thought of a crowded bar wasn’t exactly welcoming.

However, the young student had been invited to a party and, well, he could use some new friends at university, right? WIth that and Aunt Cass’s convincing, Hiro found himself in an environment that most definitely didn’t feel like his own.

Some of the guys from the university, those he thought he could consider friends in the future, were dancing, and a pair of others were talking by the bar. Hiro was at the bar, too, as that one friend who’s not around enough to know what the others are talking about and therefore only laughing at their comments.

It was pretty boring overall. And loud. And then, the guy next to him knocked over his own glass.

“I don’t think you should be asking for more if you’re already losing your perception of depth,” he decided to say, because the only thing stronger than Hiro’s shyness was his desire to correct each and every person around him.

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Unwanted Chemistry || Penny & Hiro

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A scientific breakthrough? Something for the history books?

This boy wasn’t gonna live to see it enter the history books if he didn’t get Penny outta there.

It was sort of cool, whatever it was. If Penny had been able to appreciate it for what it was, she would’ve certainly been impressed. But as it was, she had been on her way to her world politics class, and she was now gonna be late, because someone had ensnared her in a big pink bubble.

Which wasn’t even her biggest concern, by the way, Penny was concerned about practical things. “What’s it even made out of?” She asked, irritation tinging her voice. She reached out with one careful hand to prod at the thing. “Are we gonna suffocate? Cause this is not the way I wanna go.”

“I can’t tell you,” Hiro said. Honestly, he didn’t know, because he deployed the bubble out of instinct, mostly. “Not yet. It’s a mixture of chemicals. But there’s more than enough oxygen to keep us in here for a few days, I’m sure,” he assured the girl. Not that it was a great assurance, now was it?

With that, the student decided to start moving, trying to see if the bubble would roll with him. It did, and... well, not surprisingly, it seemed to start rolling on its own, seeing that the road was a little bit inclined. “Woops. It seems we’re on the move now. Did I already say sorry?”

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Barn-Conned || Robot Barn

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“Nah, don’t worry about it,” said Al. “I got a few booths left that I’m gonna open up for students and stuff for free. We got a good deal with the equipment this year. But yeah, thought I’d tell you first before sendin’ an email out the college, since you’re a regular.”

He beamed, but then considered the lasers.

“Hmm, lasers are probably gonna be a liability, unfortunately, but the 3D printer thing sounds rad. People are really into that. Maybe a have a few pre-set files, like popular things like Pokemon or somethin’. And I’ll add it on the poster so people know.”

Now Al was real excited, just imagining all these possibilities. He knew Hiro was a stand-up kid and all this tech would be a super cool thing to have. Sure, it might be a mix match of stuff, but Al was hoping that everyone would find a lil’ something at BarnCon.

Hiro was positively excited for the opportunity. He really wasn’t trying to sell anything, but hey, there was nothing to lose when it was about showing those around you awesome science. And your great engineering. Maybe he couldevenget popular or something.

“Right! I’ll bring some oh-bee-jays ready to print, and I think I can get enough material for it too,” the young man began to say.”Yeah, yeah. I’m positive this will make BarnCon a success! Next year I could give a conference about making it big at BarnCon,” Hiro joked, but the truth was that he was really excited. “Count with my participation, Al. And... save that White Knight issue for me when it comes in, will you?”

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Barn-Conned || Robot Barn

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“Oh yeah we got a few webcomic people comin’,” said Al. “And this one manga artist who’s gonna do some autograph signings!” That had been a tough sell, but thanks to the InterPride investment, Al had been able to get the necessary equipment and what not. Speaking of tech things –

“Well, we got a few people demoing some Occulus stuff. But TBH –” (yes, he actually said that out loud) “—that’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about! You got all sorts of cool contraptions and stuff, yeah? How’d you feel about having your own booth at – yes, it’s still gonna be called BarnCon.”

While the guests did sound interesting, Hiro was really debating whether going or not. Mostly because it felt kind of lame to go to these places on his own. He didn’t have that many friends that would like it. Maybe Jim would, but he had his girlfriend and Hiro didn’t want to impose/become a third wheel.

But then, Al offered a booth, and the young man smiled. “Wait, seriously?!” he asked, grinning. “Uh - how much for it? I don’t really... sell things. I would just do show-and-tell things, unless you want me to find a way to make things. Maybe I could bring my 3D printer and print stuff on request if people bring their model files. Or I could... let them shoot my lasers. Would that be allowed? Maybe not the best idea.”

Hiro was about to mention how confusing an event called BarnCon would be, but he decided to let that slip considering the situation. “I’m glad. It’s the best name.”

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Secret Santa Aesthetics – Hiro Hamada

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I actually haven’t interacted with Hiro much, but the few times I have, it has been great fun. I remember his interactions with Zella. Those were always hilarious. I really liked the whole Herc x Kiki x Hiro triangle thing that was happening (though, really, it was more of a line, or a mountain shape or something.) He is a great character. I love the whole science + magic thing. What a cute little nerd.

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Barn-Conned || Robot Barn

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“It’s Barn Con weekend, my friend!” said Al, quite jovially. Though he paused, and made a mental note to prepare extra hard for any sort of apocalyptic event, since they always fell on large, crowded events. He smiled still, and reached for a flyer (still in the works, but this was one of his drafts).

“I know, I know – Al, but Barn Con is every year and it’s usually real small – but Hiro, my boy, my good boy – this year, it’s gonna be big. We’re talking more vendors, more panels, more speakers, more artist alley, more everything – it’s gonna be the best one yet.” He waggled the very orange flyer again. “Check it out, look we have the crew from that one DnD podcast comin’!” 

Hiro was about to ask waht Barn Con even was, but the man stopped him mid-thought and so instead he just gave his ice cream a lick while the store owner rambled. Had he held it before? Maybe Hiro didn’t go to the store that much back then. It made sense, though, since most of his hobbies a year or so ago involved sleeping until late and locking himself in a room.

He reached for the flyer and looked at it for a few seconds. “Ooooh, the... DnD people!” he exclaimed. Not genuinely, because Hiro didn’t do DnD. He always thought it’d be kind of cool, but another part of him told him roleplaying was lame. In any case, he decided to focus on other things.

“So, you’re bringing artists and panelists? That sounds like fun. Any comic artists?” he raised a brow. “Any tech stuff? I’ve seen some cons have, like, the newest set ups on display. You could do that. Also, are you still calling it Barn Con...?”

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Barn-Conned || Robot Barn

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It was Barn Con season – and this year’s Barn Con was gonna be bigger and better than ever.

Al was excited. And with that excitement, came nervousness, because oh my god what if he put in all this effort and no one came?! No, people would come. Geeky shit was in more than it had every been before; gone were the days where people shoved him in the locker for clutching his comic books. Now there was a different comic book movie in theaters every three months and people poked around the shop, looking for more information on Spider-Ham or Captain Marvel or Justice League Detroit or whatever.

It was enough to make this ol’ man’s heart swell.

Contrary to what some might think, Al wasn’t a super-duper gatekeeper when it came to geek stuff. He owned a business, my dudes – people getting into this shit was great for him. Whether they stuck with it or not was another story (and what he thought of the new Star Wars films was also another) but the fact was geek stuff was “cool” now.

Anyway – enough of that sidebar.

Flash back to the present, Al at the counter of the Comic Barn, scribbling away at the arrangement of the vendors for Barn Con, when Hiro walked on in. Now Hiro was enough of a regular that Al knew his name – and Al knew that meant he could count on him to attend.

Well, except Hiro was, like, asking a business thing.

“Coming in on Wednesday, my dude,” said Al, with a shake of his head. “But! Hey, kiddo – do you have any plans the weekend of [date redacted for now because I am not sure]?”

Hiro nodded. That’s fine, he could probably come by around Wednesday to get it. He usually wasn’t super into hero comics, but this one had a pretty interesting story and it wound up getting pretty deep and personal, so he could definitely spare a moment to come back.

He was about to go back to browsing when Al asked about his plans for one specific weekend. Hiro took a lick off his ice cream cone as he thought about it, now leaning on the counter. The weekend of [date redacted]? He didn’t think there was anything important that day.

“Uhh - Probably help around the store like most weekends,” he said with a shrug. “Why? Is something going to happen? If you have prior knowledge of an apocalyptic event you should really tell me.”