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also psa this blog will no longer be associated with SoF it'll be an indie

mostly to harass lauren but hey

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ektogiftig reblogged your post: As half the fandom freaks out, Baddap seethes over...

more like laughing into the universe

I am about 90% done with everything.

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As half the fandom freaks out, Baddap seethes over the fact that his name became roughly 18% more ridiculous.

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a lesson learned! || closed (baddap)

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Bang! Crash! The noises of the metal of the trash cans bending under the force of the baseball bat only made his grin widen further in utter delight. There was something thrilling about the thought of destroying things that weren’t his, and he figured it he kept at it, that nagging voice in the back of his head telling him that this was wrong and he knew it would shut up and decide to stop being such a pussy.

Really, with the things that had been happening in Tancho Academy as of late, a couple of destroyed trashcans was the least of their worries. If they were going to bitch about it, he’d pay for new ones. Wocky Kitaki pretty much did whatever he wanted.

He didn’t really expect anyone else to show up, considering the time that it was. If someone did, he’d just have to deal with them in a quick manner and make sure that they left him alone. It wasn’t any of their business what he decided to do with his time anyhow. But then of course, the unexpected happened—someone actually showed up.

“You. Cease your actions immediately.”

Wocky stopped, looking over his shoulder as his grip tightened on the bat, still grinning. Was someone looking for a fight? Cause Wocky sure as hell was in the mood for one. He let out a low chuckle, turning to meet the challenger. He was surprised how short he was, definitely younger than him, and trying to tell him what to do? Yeah right. He brought up the baseball bat, smacking it against his open palm.

“Yeah uh, how ‘bout no? This ain’t any of yer business, kid, why don’t y’all scram?”

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Hands remain at his sides, maroon eyes dull and growing disinterested in the scene before him. It was a bit of a disappointment. Here he figured that from seeing someone in a uniform akin to authority, he would stop.

Instead he bore witness to a run-of-the-mill thug.

If he wished to continue beating on various props, then so be it. A fight wasn't what he came for. A fight won't be something he will waste precious time and energy on. 

However, a fight, he can very well handle if need be.

Baddap took one step back, opening his mouth to speak.

"I shall leave you to your tantrums, then. I'm not looking for a fight."

Those words could aggravate him. It wasn't as though Baddap couldn't handle himself, however. That's exactly what he sees: a tantrum. A child in the body of a teenage man, taking out all of his frustrations on public property and expecting onlookers to be afraid of their so-called masculine display. Laughable.

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➤ 「サッカ大好き」- - does he really. . . [ yunoha ]

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What Baddap said had been disheartening to hear. She knew that she could never seriously play something as popular as soccer. Most would argue that she was either small, or too weak looking. That was the reason why her mother had banned her from playing when she was little. At least, now, she could play with it, even if it wasn’t something that would be done regularly.

His answer had been a little vague to Yunoha, but she was pretty sure he had something akin to powers. She wouldn’t question him any further though.

Fiddling with the scarf on Tama’s neck, she shifted closer. Yunoha hadn’t noticed the mark on his forehead before. It was very intricate and beautiful looking. Was it a tattoo of some sort? “A-Are you..a year older than me?” She asked, head tilting to the side. “Because if you are..I can call you Baddap-senpai.” Ahh, that had been so embarrassing to say.

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It could very well be a future thing. Perhaps humans become stronger as the years go by, adapting to their ever-changing environment, the conflicts that soccer has produced for them, now a little less of a significant threat and able to be combated. Humans are a force to be reckoned with, that's for sure.

Baddap wasted no further time to prop the goal post back on its standing position. Next time he will resolve to not kick with so much force. 

"Call me whatever you want," he replied, "I have no preference. To answer your question... I wouldn't say that."

... Chronologically speaking, his age is in the negatives.

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“So have you taken a poetry class?”

Hatter grins. Another potential student!

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"I'm a new student," he answers in a matter-of-fact fashion, "so I haven't had the chance to take my first class yet."

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“I’ll be sure to throw it much more directly next time!”

Hatter snatches the book back and puts it in his jacket.

“Do you like poetry?”

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That didn't even deserve a response.

"I don't. I need literature credits to graduate, that's all."

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Hatter stares back.

“Light the fireplace in that look! It seems rather cold!”

He narrows his eyes.

“May I have my book back, please?”

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"The one you tossed?"

Questioning the obvious, Baddap picked the book up from the floor. Isn't it the teacher's edition text for Poetry...?

Pacing over, the soldier handed it back to Hatter. "Here. Don't toss it around so haphazardly."

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✻ playing around [open]

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“Oh, thank goodness, I though-” She started to say, only to be cut off by the boy speaking again.

“Kick with less force and more precision.”

“Oh, um, of course! Sorry, I should have been paying more attention to what I was doing.” Her reply sounded unsure even to her own ears. She hadn’t expected to be met with such coldness, especially since she had apologized. Asami reminded herself that people didn’t take kindly to being hit in the face with soccer balls, and that might explain his cold tone.

The way he had spoken seemed so knowledgeable - like he knew the reasons Asami messed up her kick because he’d seen people make the same mistakes before. He was probably part of the school’s soccer team, though he probably played at a higher level than the school league.

“Do you play? Soccer, I mean.” Her tone was inquiring but polite. She didn’t want to come across as too nosy or rude, especially after hitting him. Perhaps she could get him to divulge some soccer tips if she befriended him.

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He could have worded that so much more nicely. This isn't Ogre Academy, he shouldn't treat his fellow students as such.

That's right. They were students. Not soldiers in training, students. Baddap makes a conscious effort to repeat these words in his mind, reflecting on what to do and say next. He could simply pass her the ball and leave, or offer a more clear piece of advice to aid her in her practice. Both options seem viable.

At least the stinging went away.

From her latest question, Baddap fell into silence. A simple yes or no question couldn't have stumped him so. 

No, this isn't Ogre Academy, for the second time, Baddap!

"Yes," he answered simply as he dribbled the ball back into the field, standing in front of the goalpost with his foot pinning the ball down again.

"Would you prefer a demonstration?"

His errands weren't at a very high priority. Offering her a quick lesson and a tip for shooting with more accuracy wouldn't hurt.

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Hatter throws a book across the hallway.

“HEADS!”

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He narrowly escaped a projectile textbook. Eyebrows knitted together, Baddap turned to face the direction of which it came from. 

He didn't speak, the only response he was willing to offer was a cold stare.

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➤ 「サッカ大好き」- - does he really. . . [ open ]

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Baddap’s words made Yunoha sigh in relief. Okay, so she had done a little better than before. It wasn’t often that she met with someone as scary as him, but she supposed it wasn’t right to judge him on a first meeting. She was sure he was nice, even through that expressionless face. “I-It’s nice to meet you Baddap-san.” She murmured softly, head tilted to the side. She wondered if he was older than her. He looked like it. If that was the case, he would be her senpai, right? Shes never had one before! “I’ve always wanted to try and find a sport to play in, sort of to pass the time and..soccer seemed like a good choice, but..” She was so tiny and weak. She’d be crushed by her opponents quickly.

A small timid smile stretched onto her lips, arms around Tama loosening up a little. She gave a small nod, shuffling on her feet again in a show of awkwardness. “I-It’s no problem! I really did like that move you did before.” By now, the transparency that was making her body fainter and fainter, disappeared, which made her return back to normal. A hand came up to rub at the back of her neck sheepishly.

“Ah..I’m not sure if you saw that, but..” Trailing off, with her foot, she rolled the soccer ball over to her. “Uhm..I have powers that make me turn invisible, along with..other things.” She hadn’t realized that until she had accidentally made her study desk in her room vanish a few days ago. With the ball still under her foot, it quickly vanished into thin air, Yunoha taking a step back. After a few minutes, said ball appeared back on the grass, safe and sound. “Y-You have..powers too, right?” Nobody could have that kind of strength and be a normal person.

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Baddap-san... huh.

She has a character that Baddap knew little of how to handle efficiently. Yunoha had a timidness that would be greatly frowned upon in Ogre Academy. Could he even call it an academy? To him it was more like a boot camp. Moving on.

If only she knew what the future of soccer looked like. Would Yunoha still want to play then? A war-torn society desperate enough to eliminate an entire sport just to avoid such a fate... His mind kept retreating to the same crossroads, for now he would brush them aside as best as he could.

"It isn't a beginner's sport," he began, "but your efforts are admirable."

No. She's young. Such information will present itself in time. Already he has seen Endou's face on campus. He would not doubt that a universal love for soccer will flood the schoolyard.

 “I-It’s no problem! I really did like that move you did before.”

"My... shoot?"

It wasn't anything special, he thought. Powerful shoots were a norm back in his time and setting. That's just it. His time and setting. Not her's. Of course a powerful kick would be foreign to her. Truth be told, his frustrations empowered that shot. He should've been more cautious.

"Thank you, I... guess. ... I took notice of that."

Her transparency, of course. Upon being questioned of any powers, he simply fell silent. His strength wasn't exactly anything out of the ordinary for him.

"I... can't say that I do."

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✻ playing around [open]

Twisting and turning in the hot summer weather, Asami Sato weaved in and out, dodging imaginary opponents. The soccer ball bounced on the grass, guided towards the goalpost by her feet. Despite the haze of heat that made it uncomfortable to be outside, a smile adorned her face. How she loved the feel of the grass beneath her shoes, the thrill of being in possession of the ball. She made her way down the field, adrenaline pumping through her veins.

Soon, it was just her and the net. Asami lined up the ball, readying herself for the kick with a deep breath. Her foot struck out, making contact with the ball. It went flying but - oh no, it was going in the wrong direction. The noirette watched in horror as the ball flew off of the field, lurching sideways towards a student walkway. No, no, please miss, please miss! 

Asami’s pleas fell on deaf ears as the ball made contact with someone, or rather, someone’s head. She took off without a second though, reaching the person in record time. Her jade eyes looked them over with concern, her hands knotted together with worry.

“I-I’m so sorry! The ball just… Are you alright?”

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It feels like all of his daily errands involved crossing the soccer field. Moving from club room to club room, getting supplies from town-- all of his paths from start to finish involved passing by the soccer field. It could very well be instinct, something guiding him, beckoning him to step onto the fields and play a round or two with someone.

No, impossible. He's grown too used to the ideals of an evil soccer. A disastrous soccer. A soccer that took lives. A soccer that--

-FWAP-

It feels like karma just took a swing at him for thinking so ill of soccer. His body pivoted from the impact, that soccer ball got him pretty good, hitting him right on the cheek while he was walking. It bounced idly before steadying under Baddap's foot. He rubbed his cheek. 

That stung a little.

“I-I’m so sorry! The ball just… Are you alright?”

He turned his head to the source. She must have been the one to kick the ball. If he were only thinking clearly, he could have simply kicked it back.

"I'm fine," he replied flatly. Maroon eyes took a gander at the field, taking note of her position and his, reasoning in his mind how and where the ball was kicked. If she hadn't moved from that spot since her shot...

"Kick with less force and more precision."

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i:. Intro (open)

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“Coffee, I presume?”

Einamu nodded, folding his arms. Cursing himself for not bothering to put on a sweater, the boy tightened his tie and brushed a lock of hair behind his ear.

“Yes, please. I honestly don’t mind where it is as long as I can get some.” The brunette’s hands were freezing, and his throat was getting colder and colder by the minute. Some coffee would do him good, he thought. And it’s not like classes would be starting anytime soon. Looking at his watch for a second, the brunette nodded to confirm his own thoughts.

“I’m Einamu, by the way. No last name. And you are…?” 

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That was enough of an invitation for Baddap to turn away from the school's main entrance and towards the gates. He would trust Einamu to have enough of common sense to follow suit.

"Why didn't you at the very least bring something warmer to wear," he questioned. Einamu must be freezing right about now-- within reason. Japan's winters were a cold one. Be fortunate that they were nowhere near Hokkaido. Assumingly.

Ways away from the vendor's stand, Einamu introduced himself. Baddap nodded.

"Baddap Sleed. It's a pleasure, Einamu."

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➤ 「サッカ大好き」- - does he really. . . [ open ]

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The sound of a firm voice, caused her to stumble on her feet, a startled squeak escaping her lips. Turning around, she was face to face with the male who had sent that soccer ball hurtling straight into the soccer goal with no ease. “I- I - Uhm..” Arms wrapped around Tama, and she ducked her head down, face turning a dark red from embarrassment. Wow, her first time playing with a soccer ball in years, and she was already being scolded.

Plus, Baddap was extremely intimidating, so that also didn’t really help at all.

“I-…I’m sorry.” If said soccer player took a closer look, he would see that her body was slowly shimmering into transparency, a habit that usually happened under certain situations. Shuffling towards the round item on the grass, she hesitated before slowly doing what was instructed of her, making sure to keep a nice and calm pace. After a while, she stopped, glancing over to hopefully get some sort of nod of approval. “Uhm..I..I’m sorry if I wasn’t supposed to be in the field! I just..” Fiddling with Tama in her arms, she broke eye contact, her powers fluctuating more with her shyness, causing her body to get even more transparent.

“I just..I saw you playing and..it was really cool. I..remember watching it as a kid and..” For a minute, she buried her face into Tama. Great, just when she thought she was getting over her insecurities. Peeking over the frog plushie, Yunoha shyly fidgeted on her feet. “M-My name is Yunoha Thrul, it’s..n-nice to meet you..”

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Purely militaristic by both nature and stance, Baddap remains unaffected by her show of timidness. A show of authoritarianism isn't exactly the best course of action to take on a young girl like her-- could he even control that? It's hard to curb habits on the spot.

Wait a second, is she--

There isn't any way that she's a normal kid. Then again, who is normal here? His room mate's a magician, what else is new. It could simply be his eyes playing tricks on him, but Baddap could swear on his right hand that her opaqueness just went away for a moment, the young girl becoming all but translucent. A hissatsu, perhaps? One in the making?

Who knows.

That's all he could reason out for the time being.

"Don't apologize for such a reason, I have no right to chastise you for that." He was doing the same thing. 

Now he's sure she's becoming less and less solid. What a night. He's already reached the point in his academic career where he would simply give up questioning the abnormal.

Her dribbling is improving-- slowly but surely. He remains standing straight, maroon eyes observing her, despite the growing invisibility combined with the dim lighting which made her form difficult to see. The control over the ball was what he relied mostly on to judge her progress.

"Better," he stated simply. Slowly, but surely... progress.

A moment of silence before Yunoha spoke. She spoke words he would never guess he'd hear in his lifetime.

“I just..I saw you playing and..it was really cool. I..remember watching it as a kid and..”

Cool...?

He exhibited sheer destructive force, and she thought it to be cool... What do you even say? What does one say in response.

"... Ah, er... T... thank you. I... guess."

What a foreign feeling-- complimented. Indirectly, but still.

"It's... a pleasure. Baddap. Baddap Sleed."

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➤ 「サッカ大好き」- - does he really. . . [ open ]

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There was one sport which Yunoha had always been curious about. She often watched it as a kid with her father, and sometimes, he would even let her play. As she got older though, her mother said that soccer was never a sport for a lady. That she would get hurt, and that watching it would be enough. So not wanting to make her mother disapointed, she obeyed.

Now that she was in Tancho Academy, she was surprised to hear of a soccer team. Deciding she had nothing better to do, she slipped on some casual weekend clothes and bounced off towards the field just in time to watch a spectacular display. It wasn’t often that Yunoha was amazed by people, but - this particular person, did. The way he handled that soccer ball and dribbled it down the course, had left her watching with bated breath, arms tightly secured around Tama. “Cool..” She breathed out. Wow, Baddap was really cool.

With a little bit of hesitation, Yunoha began to shuffle into the field, towards where the soccer goal had been kicked back by the sheer force. Bending down, she picked up the ball, wincing a little when her fingers came in contact with heat. “Hot..” How hard did that guy even shoot this thing so fast anyways? Was that even possible? Letting it drop to the floor, with one arm still secured around Tama, the young girl began to idly dribble said ball around with her feet. She tried to remember how the players did it in TV, and a few times, she almost stumbled over it, but luckily enough had good balance to not fall over. She wouldn’t get in trouble for playing around a little, would she?

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Should he really leave so soon and with a mess left behind him? His back was turned, but now he about-faces towards the penalty area. The goal post haphazardly lying on the ground gave him a silent command: "Pick me up before someone notices".

How unlike him to leave a mess behind.

The dim lighting did well to obscure the features whatever passers-by would come along. Baddap paid no mind to the partial shadows-- only the faint pattering of a kicked-around soccer ball. A familiar, "friendly" sound, he thought, but made by what or whom? He quirks his brows and turns his head. There, on the field, a young person (male or female, he could not tell from this distance) is playing with his spoils of war. She struggles with it. Baddap frowns.

She has no sense of balance.

Well, he needs the ball back to put it away, but if it's being used, he cannot simply snatch it away from her and call it a day, no. Well, there's no rush to return back to his dorm. (His room mate is unsavory enough to merit a little delay in his own return.) Baddap approaches.

"Don't be so wild with the ball," he said out loud. "Move slowly, focus more on controlling the ball rather than covering distance."

He has to wonder: was he in such a position to coach a stranger?

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i:. Intro (open)

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Switching the hand carrying his luggage, Einamu flexed his fingers. The elder’s stare hardly scared him; it reminded him of his superiors in Protocol Omega. Cold, tough, and willing to exert force. Looking up with a blank face, the brunette studied the older boy for a few seconds. Taller than he was, most definitely; he didn’t look too strong, but appearances were deceiving and there was a very strong possibility that he could be hurled overhead and shoved into a locker.

“From here, into the building behind you, take the right corridor until you see a flight of stairs. Go down, and the male dormitories will be there.”

Einamu listened to the instructions carefully; repeating them in his head several times over in order to memorise them. Bowing as best he could with one hand being weighed down, he smiled slightly at the boy in front of him. 

“Thank you. Would you also happen to know where I could buy a drink from? It’s quite cold out, you see.” 

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The same blank stare mirrored his. Most of the students here shied away from Baddap due to his cold exterior. This boy, however... a familiar air circulated. Familiar, yet nothing came to mind. He would brush it off as but a feeling of deja-vu, recalling experiences back home.

His studies of the school's campus helped him guide this lost newcomer well, it would seem like.

"Coffee, I presume?" Caffiene is best consumed in the morning. The breakfast vendors around campus were the last things on Baddap's mind-- a little digging in his memory was what he needed to reason where he's seen them.

"I don't think there are any directly on campus, however I could direct you to a vendor I usually visit in the mornings. Would that be acceptable?" 

Why not? There's still plenty of time before classes resume, and the vendor isn't very far away.

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➤ 「サッカ大好き」- - does he really. . . [ open ]

The soccer field brings to mind unfavorable memories for him.

Was he really right to accept an ages old fondness for a sport that's caused a catastrophe in his age...? Soccer is indeed a fearsome sport; a love for it alone could empower an individual. There's a limitless potential for what soccer could accomplish back home.

It's a shame. Since coming to this school, Baddap has neglected to visit the soccer fields for practice. Come to think of it, was anyone even aware of a new member? A familiar name?

Hah. Familiar name. No one would remember him. They weren't allowed to. 

A soccer ball is balanced on his foot. He felt a little bad for choosing now at this late hour to visit the soccer fields. To be fair, even now, he feels a bit reluctant on getting involved. Two hundred years in the past, when soccer was bit an innocent sport. Two hundred years ago, soccer brought home more joy than it did pain.

Baddap cannot easily shake off such a stigma-- a stigma he's inherited as a child of the future, a soldier bent on destroying the sport before it became cancerous.

His teammates didn't get it. His commanding officers didn't get it, either. Endou's love for soccer did not create the war. Soccer didn't spark the war. It's as the saying goes: "Guns do not kill people. It is people who kill people."

And yet... they did not understand.

"Kch."

It frustrates him. More than anything, this sort of internal conflict, a battle of personal feelings and moral obligation... frustrates him!

The soccer ball fell from his foot, Baddap charging forward, the ball dribbling in front of him. He's fast. Still as fast as ever, to a fault. From the center of the field, he makes a beeline for the barren goal post. 

Soccer brings out the feelings of their players. In Baddap's case, he carries all his frustration and confusion in this medium-sized ball and in the force of his shoot. That's quite a bit of both, judging by the sheer power he put behind his kicking leg.

There was enough power to knock the entire post onto its back with a heavy crash. This isn't too uncommon where he came from. If he were to have let out his feelings through a hissatsu shoot...

His muscles relaxed. He drew in a deep breath. Inhale. Exhale.

It's high time to head back to the dorm.