Okay if I am understanding this correctly, could I put All Might on hiatus? School is getting a bit crazy to be active at the moment. Today's date is 11/23/18.
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Okay if I am understanding this correctly, could I put All Might on hiatus? School is getting a bit crazy to be active at the moment. Today's date is 11/23/18.
Noted for you!
--Mod Lyra
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Just one of those days Mika wandered around vacantly. It was a soup kind of day, and walking down the star trail with a to-go cup in hand. Nothing in particular interested him today, so between his mind wandering far from his body and navigating through crowds, it wasn’t a surprise when he was jolted back into reality when he collided with a much taller stranger.
And there went his soup. All over said stranger.
Mika blinked a couple times, taking a step back to look at who he just wasted good food on. Well he was tall.
“Oh no.”
What is up mods? Could I toss in a reserve for Misaki Yata from K Project? Today's date is 10/30/2018! My contact is @PrinceKinkdel on Twitter.
Reserved!
-- mod altair.
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So far the Festival had gone off without a hitch. After the open theater two days prior, Jirou had decided she would take it easy and visit the lantern boats. Truthfully she had no one she wished to remember today. No close deaths, nothing but life to remember. She considered releasing a boat for her teacher All Might’s career... But felt that was in poor taste.
Speaking on All Might, there he was by the water. The skeleton man must have come here for something, as he was holding onto an item quite dearly. Today was a day for celebration after all! So Jirou decided to approach her teacher.
“Hey All Might-sensei, what do you have there?” She already kind of knew, but figured it would be more fun to ask. “Is that for the festival?”
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“Do you need a towel? That was a pretty nasty puddle you just stepped in, and you look soaked.” Minato reached into his pocket, pulling out a small handkerchief. “Here.” Man, this guy must be super old if he didn’t see all that water ahead of him... “Are you going to be alright like this? I don’t want you to step into another puddle and get pneumonia.”
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Yuki... doesn’t look pleased at all with this drawing. Her face is scrunched up.
“I didn’t mean to make you look scary...” She mumbles.
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Sure there were many tall people where they’d come from and Spirale was no different, but the amount of normal sized people tends to out weight those who happened to be freakishly tall. That included Toshinori. So he’s here now, huh? Aizawa dipped his head into his capture weapon and exhaled through his nose. No, this could be a good thing, he’d feel less alone now.
“All Might,” Aizawa stated simply when he approached the other, not directly looking at him. “You’re here, I see.”
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He scratched at his neck in irritation. The one good thing about being dragged to that city, and then this island was that he could live in a world unsupported by a certain pillar of peace. The hero who had saved everybody but him. One hand was not enough to satisfy his itch and he curled his fingers around two hands scraping across the skin of his neck, until he looked like he was strangling himself.
No. Stay calm. Just introduce yourself. Think of what you want to say to him. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. No, you can’t start with that that would be rude.
Tenko Shimura stopped scratching at his neck. He raised a single hand in the air, suddenly possessed of an eerie calm. He waved at the other hero, and gave a single informal. “Yo.” He was either completely broken at that moment mentally, or he had managed to compose himself and assemble himself back together. It was difficult to tell which.