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Normal everyday Highschool Student, Kamijou Touma. Just how many have there been? Age: 16, Gender: Male, Occupation: Student, Relationship Status: Single

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      [🐾] – Okay, he was having a hard time deciphering if that was a good thing or a bad thing. Did he want to look like a super unique and cool shaman? Yeah. But did he want to look like a freak? Nah. “Well, that means I’m totally not some sorta magician then! They always wear weird clothes! I could show you some real cool things, but… all I was given were these.” He’d pull the the pair of plastic Wolverine claws he was given off from his belt loops. Useless things.

       Giving a good glance to his surroundings, it seemed as if people were just walking by, not doing much at all. Some casually talking, some seeming to be bantering, but no fighting. “Well… not exactly. I mean when we got to the Patch Village, not everyone was fighting like some free-for-all! Maybe… maybe they brought us here!” Oh god, don’t say things like that, then he’ll– too late. He’s panicking. Sticking hands into his hair and grasping at it, he shouted, “What if everything is an illusion?! What if the whole Shaman Fight in general was an illusion?! What if Gramps dying was also just an illusion!? Am I real person?!”

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What the hell was this guy talking about? Touma thought to himself as he tried to use the small amount of info he had about magic to make sense out of what this kid was saying, but like always there was no luck. 

The spiky-haired boy scratched his while trying to process all these terms but was suprised by the claws the other pulled out, “Are those real!?” he was worried, but upon closer inspection they were fake. Seeing those, Touma gave an obvious  side glace as if doubting this guy

Touma irritatingly rubbed his forehead, the sign he was starting to get a headache out of this nonesense. “Listen!” He grabbed the boy’s head so he would pay attention an snap out  of his blabbering. “I don’t know if you’re really a Shaman or not. But one thing is for sure. We’re not in a Shaman Fight, or whatever it’s called! We all were kidnapped from different universes by these crazy scientists and they trapped us here in Hive City!” He made his point precise and clear before releasing his head.

“But if you’re some powerful Magi- I mean Shaman, then please break us out of here, oh great hero,” he spoke in a deadpan and sarcastic manner 

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Case 123: No Luck, Vending Machine, the spiky hair boy

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fireandicemachine:

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“Your okay there buddy?”

Skull find a teenage boy who looking desperately at a soda vending machine as Skull who was jogging early morning stop at his track and try to judge  the problem.

There a 80% chance this machine just ate up the teenager money.

“Let me guess. You lost your last pocket change on that machine? How much you spend?”

Skull sigh as he might as well be a good Samaritan and try to help out. Honestly the whole currency situation in Citta confusing as hell……

“Am I....okay?...”

Touma repeated after the boy that came up to him, most likely noticing the aura of despair from afar. It had been a simple situation really, he had found some money and put it inside the machine.

“No,....I’m not okay...”

He said in a calm and then shaky voice, his head resting on the vending machine, hiding his expression. “How could I?.....” he raised his spiky head while sliding his fingers along the machine

“HOW COULD I BE OKAY AFTER FINDING FIVE DOLLARS LAYING THERE ON THE GROUND WHILE I WAS THIRSTY! THE STORE WAS TOO FAR AWAY AND I COULDN’T TAKE IT! I THOUGHT IT WAS FINALLY THIS KAMIJOU-SAN’S LUCKY BREAK BUT I WAS STUPID!”

He banged his fist angrily against the machine as a cry over this injustice. Sadly, Imagine Breaker was completely ineffective against machines,

“Ah, what else can I say but......such misfortune!”

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unovaprotagonist:

                                  idealprotag 

So she’s basically still trying to find her pokemon, cheers for her amazing luck, honestly. But this city is crazy as hell, and she’s seen crazy as hell things… But this place is arguably in her top ten now, in all honesty. Anyway… Stepping by some random nerd standing next to some random shop the trainer decides to stop dead in tracks to turn and look over her shoulder.

〚 ♡ 〛- Hey you! random dude… random weird dude you! could you lend me a hand or something?! I will repay it!!! 

No she won’t repay it, but she’s tired of freaking running, someone put that Snivy on a leash please.

The spiky-haired highschooler, Kamijou Touma stood outside a bakery shop, staring menacingly at the wide selection of food behind the window. He wasn’t a food monger like a certain nun, but the boy had gotten to the point of hunger where he’d consider eating some of that over-priced cake! He was only interrupted by a rude pony-tailed girl,

“Who the heck are you calling weird!? Is it my hair!? Look I made it like this because I saw it in a magazine and thought it would make me popular! You’re the one weird one that’s covered in sweat and calling a stranger ‘random’!” He was a little heated over being caught by a girl in this kind of embarrassing situation, but she definitely deserved it!

 “...Sigh, fine, it’s not like I’ve got anything better to do, what is it?” 

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windsoflaughter:

        [🐾] – Time to pull the smart card. “Heh, a common misconception, actually. Us shamans are certainly not any sort of magicians! We don’t use fancy magic, we use shamanic powers to summon spirits!” Look how impressive he is. 

                   “An average highschooler, huh? Oh, how I remember those days.” He never even went to high school. “So, by the way you’re talking, I guess I can conclude that you’re not a shaman. Hm… why would a non-shaman be at the Shaman Fight….?”

“Not magic huh...”, he commented with a blank look. No matter how the guy said it, it still sounded like magic was what Touma thought, but he decided not to let that slip. “Hey not to put down how much of a special class you are, but you don’t look all that out of the ordinary appearance-wise yourself, well except for the clothes”, he remarked on the shorter fellow’

Touma furrowed his eyebrows once he heard more about this ‘fight’ this puffy-haired kid kept referring to, “Question, does this place look like some kind of big fight to you?.......Well, one could break out at any moment given what I’ve seen here,” he became worried that he might have jinxed himself. “Wait...don’t tell me that you’re in such a shock from getting sent here that your brain is tricking you into hallucinating so you won’t go crazy! Even I don’t have the heart to break that illusion!” 

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awildgildartsappears:

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Gildarts opened the soda bottle he got from the store before, only to have the lid roll under the next container. He groans quietly and lifts the whole container up, only to find a whole lot of other things aside of the lid. Like a couple of coins, more lids, dirt… He glances over a moment and notices a boy that probably just went down his way there.

“Hey, you… can you pick up the lid I dropped? I have both hands full already with that container. You can keep these coins, if you want them.”

“Sure thing,”

Touma helped the older guy out without any hesitation. Casually picking up the lid and coins scattered about the ground. The boy thought that this was a whole lot better than helping someone out in a life-or-death battle, so he obviously didn’t complain.

“You know, I happen to get in the kind situation you’re in a lot. If I were better off, I’d just give the coins to you out of sympathy, but....I didn’t get any damn amount of money when I got dumped in this city!”

He spoke in an annoyed huff as he handed the rugged man the lid.

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windsoflaughter:

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       [🐾] – Ever since the thought that this could possibly all be a part of the Shaman Fight popped into his head, he couldn’t stop thinking about it. Maybe all of these people were in the Shaman Fight… He was so certain he gathered enough info to know or recognize at least a few of these people, but nope. Nothing. 

                   “Hey, hey! You! What to do you know about the Shaman Fight, spill the beans.”

Kamijou had been into plenty of fights, many he wish he’d never would have been apart of, but that was a complaint for another time. The boy looked over at the kid next to him while thinking to himself.

“Sorry, I’ve fought a lot of Magicians but a Shaman isn’t one of them,”

He added on while scratching his chin, “By the way, I’m just a normal highschooler. An amateur like me wouldn’t know anything as grand as that,”

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Tired was a good word for this. A better would be frustrated. It was more mental fatigue than it was any sort of physical affliction, and honestly it could have been avoided altogether if it weren’t for Raishin’s usual stubbornness. 

Having spent several hours wandering the streets in search of one face and being on the verge of giving up out of pure irritation, he spotted the head of his target surrounded by several people that didn’t seem to have the best intentions in mind. There were plenty of ways he could have approached this situation, but none of them held even the slightest hints of subtlety. 

The boy likes to make an entrance.

“Fellas! This is a little too stiff for a dance circle, don’t you think? It’s only fun when things start moving.”

Shoving past them without an ounce of concern on his face, he tossed a black wallet to the boy in the center of the circle the others had formed around him.

“Kamijou Touma right? Been looking for you all day. You dropped this near my place. You’re welcome to use whatever’s in there to pay me back when we get out of this mess…”

Taking a defensive stance, he turned from the dark-haired boy to face the group that now had them both surrounded.

[idealprotag]

Unfortunate, Unlucky,

Those are the kind of words Kamijou Touma would not only describe his life, but this exact situation he was in right now! Six thugs, some of them not even human, surrounded him from all sides. It was simple enough really, all this Kamijou-san wanted to do was search around the city for his missing wallet. 

And what happened in his search? Well simply, he tripped and knocked over a row of motorcycles belonging to these guys. Anyone knowing a cliche like that can figure out what would happen next.  

“You’re gonna pay us back all the money you got for the damage to our bikes, or you’re gonna pay with all your teeth, you punk!”

One of them had lashed out at him. Seeing the crowbar in their hand, Touma could tell that wasn’t an empty threat. “W-wait! I can’t find my wallet. So you see I can’t pay fo-” Before he could finish, someone else, intruded in and made his way into the center of crowd and handed Touma his wallet. 

Declaring himself to be an ally on to help, Touma thought.....Touma thought....

“Goddammit are you an idiot!? I don’t mind if I get my ass kicked, but them taking my money away is a lot worse! What kind of- Agh Forget it! Anyways, listen, there’s a rule I have for getting in these street fights. If it’s against one guy; I’m capable. Against two, then it may be possible, and against three or more....RUN AWAY!!”

He grabbed the other’s sleeve and dashed off passed the thugs in their surprise, though they quickly gave chase. Kamijou Touma knew well that he was not some light novel or manga protagonist that could easily take on six or more enemies!

[idealprotag]

Klaus wanted to answer the boy’s question and say that it probably broke free of it’s restrains inside the court house while under trial from manslaughter. Which would pose the question: why was such a violent animal being tried under the law? Which brought Klaus to the other thing he wanted to tell the boy, that anything and everything could and most likely would happen in this city. The evidence for that theory being right in front of them and pounding it’s hairy chest.

Anyway, he couldn’t tell the boy any of that cause Klaus was too intently focused on disposing of this beast as quickly as possible before any innocents where harmed. The plastic fork itself was hardly a weapon itself, but his blood certainly was, and thankfully the scientists had granted him enough use of that power to cleanse the world of monsters like this. Digging the fork into the palm of his hand, Klaus swung his bloody hand at the creature. “Form 11:  Wirbelsturm!”

The blood in the air formed three crosses which struck the ape, pinning it to the wall behind it. Klaus was about to run up the steps and deliver the finishing blow and guards emerged and yelled for him to halt. Apparently the ape was capable of talking and had only been cheering to celebrate it’s victory in court. Who knew. Klaus made his way back down the steps to the boy, bloody fork in hand. “Ah, very sorry for using your utensil so crudely. Shall I find you a replacement?”

It was totally insane, nonsensicle for a gorilla to just crash into the area. It was also plain weird that a large guy that looked almost liked an animal himself, dared to challenge that ape, with a fork no less! Though he was scared, Kamijou Touma couldn’t help but be interested in this situation. Did all those battles he had finally do permanent damage to his head?He wasn’t sure.

Either way, Touma hid behind a nearby table and watched the battle unfold. Unlike what he thought, the sharp-dressing big guy wasn’t using the fork as a weapon but rather to stab himself! The sight made the boy cringe, but that blood had seemed to be some sort of ability he was able to use. “Is that an Esper Power?” he questioned. Though just as soon as it started, the battle ended.

Not with an amazing battle, but with the ape actually just celebrating and the situation being just a misunderstanding... Seeing that...the spiky-haired boy stayed there frozen for about  minute in shock. “Ah....Um....Eh...Actually I think I’ve lost all my appetite so no thanks,” He managed to mutter out. “...Damn this city is weird! Even weirder than Academy City! I hate to say it, but I miss that place!” He blurted out without any control for his words.

“Oh hey, doesn’t that hurt? You sure you don’t need to go to the hospital?” he reffered to the would the large gentleman opened up with his fork.

[idealprotag]

You’re One To Talk [@ Takeru]

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this city was hard to live in, he stayed the same, and despite increases in power, this city seemed to be getting worse and worse for him.  like this morning he’d never been so glad for soumatou, when a car ran a red light and nearly hit him.

this boy looked like he was used to similar troubles, so he wasn’t at all suprised when he approached him

“you too huh?” he muttered, “I thought I was the only one”

Touma slouched against a nearby wall as he listened to the other speak for a moment. The spiky-haired boy had always been one to complain about his own misfortune but he was also well-aware about the hardships that others faced. 

“Ah yeah yeah, crazy Magicians,  psycho Espers and world-threatening Angels. It’s all a pain in the ass and now I’m trapped in this weird place. Give me a break already!”

The Highschool boy shouted out in anger to the heavens, with of course no answer to his plea. Starting to get a headache, the teen looked back at the other. “Sorry about your problems too man, If you were been a cute girl, I would have definitly tried everything to help you”

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formidablemudball

Exploring an entire city was thirsty work. Unfortunately for Enkidu, he hadn’t been summoned properly as a servant, and didn’t have the appropriate background knowledge on the modern world.

He’d found a vending machine. It contained the sorts of packages that he’d seen people drinking from. That was promising. But he couldn’t for the life of him figure out how to operate it. He’d tried observing others, but he couldn’t figure out how to select any particular drink.

He stopped the first passerby he spotted. 

“Excuse me. Would you mind helping me for a moment?”

Kamijou walked lonesomely down the street, keeping to himself like usual. The highschool boy rested his arms on the back of his head as he carried a shopping bag on one hand. “Sigh, this is all I could get from scrapping up any change i could get. Those bastard scientists aren’t very charitable are they? Just throwing me out without money or a home,”

He grumbled to himself in annoyance but a voice entered his ears. Upon first look, Kamijou was almost stunned by how pretty this person was, and further surprised it was a guy. Though it only took him a small moment to regain his composure,

“A-Ah, let me guess you need help with the vending machine right?” Touma easily assessed the situation while walking up towards the stranger.

“Here, all you need to do is slide in some quarters into this slot. Well depending on which drink you want, the cost can vary, but I don’t go for that overly priced stuff they try to trick innocents into,”  

[alveare-asylum]

   Tired of spoilsports? Sick of the good guys ruining all your fun? Never fear, for we have found your cure!

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Even on this perfectly sunny day, there was an air of caution. Perhaps the people eating their food on the district court house steps could feel it. Something from inside the building, a mysterious presence. Not surprising, given that the law in this city held no power other then force. If a creature couldn’t be pinned down, there was no hope for a legal trials, and now it was escaping. Klaus stood up seconds before a huge ape man burst through the twin doors, peering over the steps of innocent bystanders.

“Stand behind me!” Klaus ran in front of them, his arms like spears ready to lash out and strike down these monsters that disturbed the peace. It would be difficult without a weapon though. Keeping his eye on the foe with stern resolution, he reached back with his right hand to a boy who had been eating his food on the steps with plastic utensils. “Hand me that fork.”

[idealprotag]

Having been abducted into some strange city out of the blue, getting told by scientists that he’d have his already weak power weakened, and then completely losing his cool over this whole ordeal, Kamijou Touma finally had the time to relax and and chow down on a free meal he was given by a kind lady handing out food.

It was spaghetti and although the usually uptight Touma had very rarely eaten this sort of food, he certainly was not going to waste a free meal! While devouring the contents on the plate, the normal highschool started to contemplate that maybe things here wouldn’t be so bad.

That is until a large ape appeared,

“Ahh!! How the hell does an ape just pop out of nowhere like that?!”

While making his complaint, the spiky-haired boy couldn't help but notice a large guy coming up to face that ape and...asking him for his fork? If he wasn’t so well-dressed, Touma thought he probably would have confused him with an animal as well.

“.....What are the chances of this sort of thing happening?” He commented to himself, “H-Hey, you know not only is this not a good choice for a weapon, but its not only a fork, but a plastic fork and well- ah...just take it,”

[idealprotag]

You’re One To Talk [@ Takeru]

tensecondtrigger

Touma glanced over at the guy next to him while he sat at the bus stop. For some reason his features reminded him of someone but Kamijou-san’s brain couldn’t quite put a finger on it. Lazily letting his mouth loss, the normal highschool boy commented

“Oi, you have the look of someone down on his luck,”

[citta-alveare-deactivated201811]

Yo, I'd like to App Kamijou Touma from To Aru Majutsu no Index without a reserve. its 8/24. App is /app

Welcome to the hive, Touma!

You will be housed in apartment a-5.

You will retain the ability to utilize your imagine breaker to defend against three minor abilities per day.

Enjoy your stay!

– mod 『 』