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Sachio Mizuno Cyrokinteic [Affiliated with Bullet Dimension] Status: Chill

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Trial 1.1 || Sachio || He, who doesn’t scowl [Re: Atria, Colt]

The boy sat behind his table, drumming his fingers against the smooth surface as he waited for what he assumed to be the ‘big debate’ to proceed. Big meetings like this were never a comfortable situation for him, but then nothing about this tower was exactly meant to be comfortable. A lot of good all those years of preparation did, huh? Regardless, he closed his eyes, and took a moment to breathe. The room, while a gloomy setting, especially compared to the earlier lush fields and active fauna, was cool and calm to his liking, if maybe just a bit much that it was borderlining dead. Not so bad. Not the worst, anyway. Especially given the headache this conversation had already begun to induce. He found a pause between the others’ words to state his piece.

“Well, I don’t know how it was like when you lot were there, but the puzzle we found– and, hey, you were the one who found it yourself, fella” He motions to colt “– was pretty damn simple. It pretty much outright told you which door was the best to pick. Nothin’ more than a simple word game. ‘Course, apparently we had to fight a couple of those zombified old guys since we kindly had the help of confirming which doors were no good. Apparently.”

It was still a mystery to him why the room didn’t need to be as easy as just stepping in and opening the right door in the first place, but this tower wasn’t their territory to control.

“Anyway, the ‘best’ door had the clue inside of it. Friend over there got a little distracted and wanted to play with the flare gun what came out of the second door, but, yeah. The prize was practically handed over on a silver platter.”

Sachio wondered how many other puzzles might have gone unsolved throughout the floor, or how many there were in the first place. His line of sight drifted, unconsciously feeling a bit of embarrassment from goofing off.

“So what does that tell us? The traitor is a woman and… what? Likes the outdoors? Come on, think of what else you got. We can’t stand around all day on just knowin’ it’s a lady. Zombie lady? The weapons from the battle room’re all pretty explosive. Firey lady? I know I wasn’t lookin’ around much, but this can’t be too hard”

Leaning onto his table, he sighed, and forced a weak smile.

“All considering”

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He huffs. What kinda idiot even designed this place?? Rassafrassn... Alright, alright. Sachio searches for a place of residence in... the, ahem, Lavatory.

You make your way into the lavatory area, and find one stall that is clearly slightly bigger than the rest.

The accessibility stall.

You push the door open and find that there is quite a bit of room here – much more room than what you’d get out there, anyway.  You close the door quickly, furtively – and notice something amazing:

There’s a chair.

There is a fucking chair in this high school bathroom.

There is a fucking chair in this high school bathroom (if you know anything about high schoolers, that is).

You, sir, have lucked out.

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Sachio (totally not slugging behind or anything) lugs his possessions over to the living area. He tries to find a quiet corner away from the crowd, if there is such a thing left, and walls it off with a stack of books.

…A quiet corner away from everyone else?

Maybe you’d have… better luck… outside the living area.

Like… the bathroom.

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Atria | Prologue | Make a Wish | ATTN: LIAM AND SACHIO

Back firmly sealed to the wall behind him, Atria looked out into the skyline that used to be Tokyo. He’d seen hints of the chaos before, in news reports and outside windows as he was escorted here. But true to saying, actually being here made a whole difference. …Granted, he wasn’t actually there, instead perching on a tv like a large dumb pigeon staring at carnage from a distance. Gawking at the ruins of a city and the turmoil of human panic like a true hero. Even if he figured something out about the tower, what is he even going to do with the information? Something’s probably better than nothing, fat lot of good he’s doing hanging on the tower like an asshole. He sighed and fiddled with his tie knot.

Glad that the media was being kept away and that there wouldn’t be headlines of PLANETARY SAVIOR ASSOCIATION: KINDA USELESS SO FAR spreading far on newspapers and blogs around the world, Atria reached into his fanny pack and pulled out his notepad, noting with amusement the guards chasing the guy who had thrown a car at the tower earlier around the base. Yeah, it was definitely good that the media wasn’t here. “No such thing as bad publicity” doesn’t apply when you’ve got the whole planet staring at you, expecting you to crack open a ‘solid’ tower that a bomb couldn’t dent.

Though it was almost funny in the worst way to imagine the city, the country in chaos, reacting to live footage of their gathered task force dicking around.

He reached down and touched the base of the monitor where it met the wall. Same as it ever was. He had hoped it might provide some mysterious hidden passageway into the structure, like pressing a certain brick in old cartoons but that was impossible. Ever since the first message the TV had appeared, it’s been strangely silent, and him putting his weight on it probably wouldn’t be helping. But if the Catalyst wanted them all to attempt to stop him ending the world like the offer he had sent them, he’d have done something more with it by now… right?

Who was that guy anyway? If you’re going to take over the world or destroy it, why give a grace period for the people you should have under your thumb to—

creeaaaaaaaaaak

CRACK

Surprising no one, his ass was simply too much for the monitor to handle. Affixing himself to the wall even more strongly, he let the screen break off. Well. If anyone brought it up, he could argue that the information he figured out was grounds enough to—

wait were those people on the ground

Letting out a delayed “LOOK OUT!” he groaned as he slowly started to slide down. He didn’t doubt they’d survive, but essentially dropping a tv on people isn’t a good first (third?) impression to make.

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Well, Liam could safely say that though the world was in peril and no one seemed a step closer to figuring out how exactly to get into the tower (he’d have heard something by now if they had, right?) that, in the very least, he had made a friend. That was the true meaning of life, right? To have many friends and create loving memories with them that you’ll treasure until the day you die. Even if they were just, you know, sculpted yellow plastic toys meant to be used solely to spice up your bathtub time. You know what they say- A good friend will stay by your side, a best friend will let you stuff weird shit into them. Everyone leaves happy!

Friendship aside, he decided that maybe he should get a good look at this tower and see what exactly was stopping them from getting in. Wouldn’t a well placed bomb do the trick? A car certainly didn’t do the trick. What about a bomb car? A bomb driving a car? An Irish car bomb? Offer the tower some alcohol, praise the tower, tell it that it looks nice today. Had anyone even tried to give it a compliment?

The good thing about letting your mind wander was that it certainly helped the time pass by. Bad news was that Liam hadn’t really been paying attention to how long it took to get from the camp over to the tower. He blinked and stared at the staircase that now stood nearby with bright, curious eyes. Right, best to start climbing this thing and see where it led!-

-CRACK!-

That sounded like the opposite of a good thing. Liam tilted his head up right as he heard someone shout ‘LOOK OUT!’ (a little late for that, buddy.) He didn’t get the chance to try and figure out who had shouted the warning at him as what looked like a large television set was hurdling down right around where he was standing. The thought of being on television made him sick to his stomach; the thought of being in a television didn’t sit any better with him. clutching his hat and the rubber ducky on top of it he began to sprint to the side and muttering “Hell hell Hell Hell HELLLLLLL!” What inspirational potential last words.

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Touring the old stomping ground was nice- well, hell, actually it wasn’t that nice, but it was something to get invested in- yet it couldn’t last forever, and so Sachio had at some point among all the ruckus found himself at the tower base. People were curiously making their way around it like bees circling a flower. He felt parched for thoughts, cursing that he was so reliant on a certain way of problem solving, yet pondered over the impregnable wall as he assumed the others were.

His thoughts were interrupted by a yell from above. From above? He looked up, and sure enough, someone was standing on top of the mounted television- apparently now reuniting itself with the sweet embrace of gravity.

The screen plummeting just above the head of some poor soul, he instinctively jolted forward. But as he crossed under the shadow of the falling object, it dawned on him that…. the person was probably just fine on their own, and that, yikes, there was no way to really, well, catch this thing, or… oh jeez, he probably ought to move out of the way-

“d--uaGh”

He flinched at the moment leading up to impact-- that single millisecond of scolding himself over what a dumb move that was. With a thud, dulled by the thick leather of his jacket, an edge of the screen caught his retreating shoulder, knocking him stumbling back. He righted himself quickly, the television making a hard one-two crunch as it found the ground.

Sachio’s teeth gritted. He just had to play it, uh, cool, yeah. Ignore that that just happened. Professionalism. It won’t hurt for another moment still, anyway. He gave a shaky thumbs-up as though it would dispel any worries from whoever nearby caught a glance, then turned to the other fellow who had seemingly ducked out of the way.

“Uh… Y’alright?”

Oh, there it was. Ow, ow, ow... It crinkled up his bones as he straightened his back, looking up toward the culprit. He didn’t much question how someone had scaled the tower already, he accepted that life was full of weird stuff like that by now, but…

“Kid, be careful!” He hollered, brow furrowed. “The heck are you doin’ up there? Gonna break yer legs or somethin like that. Get down!”

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Prologue || Sachio || City, Afoul [Open]

A sleepy gaze surveyed the camp, and low groan could be heard while Sachio lingered where he could absorb the moment without any disturbance. As though lost in a trance, he slowly rose back to reality as it dawned that he really was there– that the chaos before them was tangible, and not just some exaggeration or a wayward dream. His feet were on the ground and the tower was before them, something fantastic to finally see outside of a screen or a photograph. A shiver crawled under his skin.

He thought to himself,

Oh, sis… what have I gotten into?

And now there was this task force to deal with. It was strange enough to work with his partner, someone he’d known his whole life, so the idea of working with a team tickled an unfamiliar part of him that kicked up the butterflies in his stomach. He supposed he had her to thank for this opportunity, anyway. It was just as she would have pushed him to do, and he was sure he’d hear nothing but the usual teasing encouragement if she could be there beside him. But the were was no flame under him now, and he’d have to find the will to press forward on his own. New people, important mission, climb the tower, yikes. No pressure, huh?

But apparently they had time. At least for now.

Sachio paced in thought until he settled by the lookout. It was how many months ago that he’d been here last? Certainly fewer than it felt like. Once brewing with activity, the academy had crumbled into something that felt only like a faded memory. Something from a distant past that had long since been distorted and disillusioned.

But it also gave him a moment of peace where he could run his hand along the wall and watch the sky without his academic blinders. It was an ugly sky, he thought, feeling as if in mourning. One that sat over the debris-laden earth with arrogance.

“Tch… what a friggin ghost town. Ya really sure this is old Hope’s Peak? ’ Place like this’ll spook you solid.”

Looking across the plaza, he ran a hand through his dusty hair, groaning again. He would have never expected to return this soon and with the place in… this condition. He knew he’d best ought to get up and take a closer look around, especially at that tower, but he could only picture the deathly aura that was waiting to draw them in, and winced.

The young furrowed his brow and adjusted his shoulders leaning against the wall. Surely if he was chosen he was… ready to do this, right?

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YIKE okay intro posts, I’m so bad at these My name is Han! Short for Hannah. She/her! For bullet Dimension I’m going to be playing Sachio Mizuno a.k.a. big icy nerd. You may have heard of me from doot acoot or SoD, or maybe have just seen one of my various scribblings around, maybe, who knows. I’m 22 years old (jesus) and a college senior hopefully graduating soon! Hooray for the terrors of school.  I don’t really have any triggers or squicks that need to be tagged, but I can get kinda sqeamish about certain audio things every now and again, so I might skip out on certain prerecorded audio if for any reason that ever comes up. I’ll just give a heads up if I can’t do somethin, it’s no biggie. You can ping me p much whenever in the Skype chat to summon me. I’m a horrible lurker. Character stuff below

SO (I need to make a new fullbody ref soon, hell) This is Sachio! He’s a cyrokinetic! He makes Ice Happen, which is a pretty neat thing! It’s mostly straightforward, but to get into specifics, he can create and form ice from moisture in the air or bodies of water. He can also freezy freeze stuff he touches, which is a little more useful, and generally might make you shiver a bit to stand near. It’s not the most dramatic power, but you probably don’t want to get all up in his grill, as the homies say. It’s unlikely that he’d be known by many... he keeps a pretty low profile, and aside from HPA and government activity is mostly just a normal Japanese guy with plenty of non-psychic interests (wow han back at it again with the boring guy™ ocs). He is far less well-recognized than his Parter In Justice, as mentioned briefly in his bio. (BUT. If your character attended HPA within the last couple of years, they might remember him in passing, especially if they were interested in literature or history). Basically, he was picked up by HPA for his psychic talent, and trained to control it for combat/strategic purposes so he could become a sort of psychic mercenary. At only 19, there hasn’t been a lot of time since he’s graduated! Yowza! And now he’s doing this. I don’t know what to say. Ya gotta unlock the support convo, dude. Otherwise he’s a pretty odd kid. Kinda dirty and rough around the edges, but a big ol nerd. He’s trying. Sach will probably put up his grouchy front for most people, but it melts away pretty quickly once he’s relaxed. shipping uHHhh. I’m cool with basically anything tbh. shruggo. Ask first is always a good thing. Sach is bisexual and biromantic, so that’s a Thing. THe only problem is.... tryin 2 ship with me, han, the ultimate shipping tsundere, is impossble... hHA!!! #pwned

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 ALERT… ALERT….

Ladies and gentlemen – citizens of the world – it is with high hopes and great enthusiasm that we announce the wait is over.  Fifteen brave and skilled saviors have been found to assist in the saving of our world from this tragedy.

Please, stand and pay your respects to our Planetary Salvation Association – and pray for their success in this trying time.

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BREAK POINT

[Hey it’s been like two and half years since I’ve used this blog, and I kept up a bunch of art and nice stuff from pals! But otherwise cleaned up a lil. Everything from this post onward is for Bullet Dimension]

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5 more! people have such unique characters, man. unique characters with so„, many„, details„„

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LIL RIPPY KNEE RIPS

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naori x sachio, never forget

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the amazing evolution

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shslpitchman replied to your photo:WhoOO eyes! Sachio and Megumi respectively

ah yes„, the sacheyeo….

"You think you're so clever, don't cha?"

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WhoOO eyes! Sachio and Megumi respectively

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torn between these two idiots

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((haha yes hello just saying i'm not dead, still working on those Ks and stuff! I'm just,, very tied up by commissions and essays haaaa,,,,,,,,, l8r, flies of shooting goodnight kisses at everyone))

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Weather the character enjoys

He really loves light snowfall! Like when snow has just started falling. All cloudy with grey skies. Amazing. He wishes he had some warmer pants so that he could go out in deep snow more often, because„, he loves snow„, sno much„„„,

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What flusters the character

When somebody compliments him or assumes that he's smart he gets really taken aback. 'You think a street rat like me is smart just cause I work here? Shucks...' Or if you come up to him expressing genuine interest in literature and try to start a conversation about books he'll be like.... what,,,huh?,/, oh, rIGHT, BOOKS like he almost forgets that people besides him can like books and that they don't just come borrow stuff to fill their bibliographies