Mar 2, 2018
"That's what you get for picking fights" Rune knelt down next to the kid.
“Fuck off!” he hissed, trying to pick himself up. “I don’t need your fuckin’ pity.”
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"That's what you get for picking fights" Rune knelt down next to the kid.
“Fuck off!” he hissed, trying to pick himself up. “I don’t need your fuckin’ pity.”
@askhero-neon
“First, what’s your quirk. I need to get an idea of your abilities.”
Rune had heard rumors of his quirk. She had also heard that he doesn't have one. She's seen him around plenty of times too. But always forgot to ask him. Finally she remembered. "I don't think I've ever seen your quirk. What is it?" Rune asked
He’s startled when he suddenly hears her voice; he’s still not used to so many people wanting to talk to him in the past few days. He looks over at her with suspicion in his eyes. “Advanced regeneration,” he replies. Why does she want to talk to him?
Rune had stumbled upon a small opening. She stepped out of the forest. She was looking for a quiet place where she could get some time to herself. Looks like someone else had the same idea. Rune heard movement. It came from the woods behind her. Not someone, something. "An ursa?" She whispered. She reached for her weapon but her hand turned up empty. She backed into the clearing but not before the monster turned it's attention towards her. It charged full speed. "This is gonna hurt"
“Yeah, you’re not lying.”CLICK.The Ursa paused...and then just...came apart. 3000 tungstun balls probelled by a shaped charge into a cyclonic cone ripped straight through its middle, severing it via the death of a thousand cuts. It collapsed, and there was silence.
“And...clear. DAMN, I love claymores...why dont more people use them?”Ash stepped forward from the trees, detonator in his hand.
( @askhero-neon liked for a starter )
ic ;; Fuyumi was heading home when she got the call.
Straight away, she started to run towards the city centre, where a villain was said to have already injured civilians and was still on the loose. She hoped the five minutes it would take her to get there wasn’t too long to save someone.
When she reached the area, it was in desolation. Her immediate instinct was to look for any injured people, but the sound of crushing metal made her turn her head quickly to her left. Seeing who she presumed to be the villain lifting a car and seemingly preparing to throw it in the direction of someone a few metres away from her, she rushed towards the other. The villain must have a strength quirk.
Fuyumi grabbed onto the girl, yanking her out of the way as the car was catapulted in their direction. She panted a bit, looking over at the other.
“A-Are you alright?”
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Memories | [accepting]
↕ - a memory that may or may not have happened
He went to the orphanage once with his father and sister as volunteers, to play games and help teach kids new things. He recalls this one girl with blue hair, a forked tongue coming out quite a lot of times every time food was brought. Though she didn’t look like a snake. What was her quirk? He just remembers that his father spent a lot of time with that girl because that girl followed her around almost everywhere. He couldn’t draw any final conclusions from that but he found it quite adorable.
It'd be interesting to see how our quirks stack up against each other
“I’m technically immune to destructive quirks, but I do have a limit. Depends how long you can go. A test of endurance, I’ll say. I suggest you don’t charge me up with all that destructive power though, unless you’re some kind of kinky fuck who wants to feel the pain of being shattered over and over.”
( Starter for @askhero-neon for the villain event. )
ic ;; Fuyumi fingered the small pocket knife in her pocket. She could barely remember how she had been told to use it. She looked at the ground, sighing quietly. How had she let this happen to herself?
She felt someone’s shoulder bump against her own, glancing up. She was about to mutter an apology, before she blinked. It was that girl. Rune was it? Her eyes widened. She’d been specifically instructed to avoid anywhere where she may see people she knew, but she hadn’t expected to see anyone here.