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♦ A New Era ♦ - A My Hero Academia RP

ACION

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Acion felt somewhat satisfied with her answer, for both he and she had the same goal. But her way of answering was a little bit forceful, and cold. If he could draw comparison, Dulga would be a perfect parallel, illustrated by her own reaction towards him. They may have that determination Acion liked, but they did not really necessarily have to react that way. Perhaps they had problems of their own, but in general, Acion did notice others also acted weirdly when he interacted with them. Those two, the people at the lunch table, and especially his older sister, Aurelia.

Ok sure, his behavior might have been weird, and flowery, but Acion felt that the answers couldn't have been that simple.

'Is there something...wrong about me?'

Is there? If there is something wrong about it, he had yet to see it. And that's...

"That's unacceptable."

A man never is God. He is never perfect. He had to have flaws. But one's worst enemies were the inability to see it. If he couldn't see the errors in him, how could he prepare for it. How could he walk on the path that the divines had fleshed out for him, if he couldn't see it? And once an error could not be realized, it would grow to become a greater error, a mistake that could trail him off path. But then...

Wasn't everything was preordained? Then so, shouldn't he be too worried about it, or...

There's no time for that.

He had to get going.

Arriving in his class and taking a seat on the far edge of the windows, he noticed aside from Donny and Mina, who arrived before him, there was also a pretty girl with a pair of...sheep horns, and the teacher. He did recognize him as White Hat, though he had not heard much about him. Nevertheless, he was old, and usually the older the ginger, the spicier it gets. His experience in the hero world might prove to be beneficial to Acion in his endeavor.

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Garuda Pacifier

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"..."

'What was it that you desire? A life and destiny to eternally protect everyone else, in spite of everything you have been through.' The thoughts ran through his mind as the Prince of Abazin finished his story.

To be honest, nobody would have doubted if he had chosen the path of becoming a warrior, seeking for vengeance on those harbingers of astrocities upon his family and friends. And yet...And yet, he had denied the path of hate, and embraced the light side of destiny. Garuda could sense it. He could read his words, see it, feel it, words that could only be technically heard. His words were almost certainly genuine, and harbored little falseness in it.

"Such is fate...it is cruel." He began. "It has spoken to your nation in words crueler than mine. And you weren't even spared. And yet you chose differently...You must have heart, my friend."

Such desires and ambitions could not be overlooked.

"And yes, to answer your question specifically, it is more than pure worthiness. It is divine. A goal that I wouldn't think someone of your circumstances would choose, nor myself would choose if put in your shoes."

Garuda realized that he was a little bit carried away by his manners. The way raised by the nobles of Acity.

"Anyway, consider me as your friend now. We might not walk on the same path, but I can lend assistance whenever I can."

It was at that moment that the announcement of the feast came in from the crow, in a rather...very rude manner.

"If you have time." Garuda gestured Shamir if he would like to come to the feast or not. He wasn't exactly hungry, but considering that he had battled just a few moments before, he required something that could refill his huge reservoir of energy.

@Letter Bee

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I'll make a post in around 4-5 hours or so. I have a bit of presentation preparations to do

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Garuda Pacifier

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"Garuda Pacifier. But please, call me Garuda. I am the son of a noble lord and mage in the far northern country of Acity. And you are...a prince, eh?

Garuda glanced him from top to bottom, his palm placed on his chin. Well, he certainly had that appearance of a prince, though his posture might not suggest it very well. He might not be able to slake his thirst for battle, but he was indeed a friendly one, and forgiving. But the thing that caught his attention more was the fact that he was usurped from the throne. That's a cruel fate he had been spoken to there.

"I have no means to intrude your personal affairs, but may you explain your statement. You said you were...usurped from the thrones."

He could have guessed the answer as something controversial, and some scenarios played in his mind, but the true answer could only come from one source. And that was if he'd be willing to speak.

@Letter Bee

♦ A New Era ♦ - A My Hero Academia RP

ACION

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Donny's reaction was as usual, shy and curious, while Mina struck him with a more cold expression.

"Dramatic? Heh, you weren't exaggerating when you said so. It was tempting, but I am not that kind of person who takes classes simply because of pure interest."

Villain Psychology was indeed interesting to listen to, but unfortunately, Quirk Application had attracted his attention.

"You see, I don't limit the job of a hero as to just defeat villains. It is to utilize every possible moments and ability one can have to good use. That's why I take it, to put my wings into good use."

He then realized that he went a little bit overboard with his explanation. They should have known this already.

"Sorry there. Considering that you are in Quirk Application as well, you should have known it already."

♦ A New Era ♦ - A My Hero Academia RP

ACION

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'Very well...'

If she insisted it so badly, he shouldn't breach such determination.

Acion then turned back to the armory, as he was so busy carrying Jojo that he forgot to pack his things up. Well, it was already packed, since he never opened them when he first arrived. He returned to the shooting range that he previously used the LSAT and retrieved his items, including his backpack and the box of armor Aurelia had given him. In fact, that box was the more precious thing here than a bunch of notebooks and pens.

Quickly departing, he rechecked the schedule of his class. His next class was also an elective one, and was the final class of the day. So much for one day. Quirk Application. Indeed it was necessary for his future, so he couldn't afford to miss it, or even be late for it.

As he walked to class, he noticed the sight of two of his classmates, Donny and a relatively small blonde girl, who he had seen but never talked to. If his memories did not fool him, her name was Mina. She was a significant fighter, indeed. And perhaps had significant heroic traits as well.

The winged boy approached both of them, his hand waved slightly to catch their attention.

"Good afternoon you two. Are you two in Quirk Application as well? If so, then we are on the same boat." A ghost of a smile appeared on his face, as one of the two was the one he knew and had befriended. Actually, not really friends yet, but he could at least put up a more friendly and less stoic face in front of him.

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♦ A New Era ♦ - A My Hero Academia RP

ACION

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The flesh on his arms suddenly regained energy, as her muscles tensed all of a sudden.

"You're awake."

Acion heard her request to let her down, saying that she could walk. The winged boy wasn't sure whether or not she could really do it, but apparently, the fact that her muscles twitched the moment she opened her eyes proved that she was still capable of using it properly.

Complying to her words, he let her down, his six wings spread out again. She could really indeed walk, so it wasn't quite terrible injury it seemed. But the fact that she slammed her shoulder to the corner of the wall and then offered to carry the blind girl...maybe was a little bit overboard. Acion noticed from the beginning her dislocated shoulder, and that was no joking business. Did she really have to endure the pain because of something she felt really obliged to do? Who can say, but if he could really lend her a hand, he would...

"Are you sure you can carry her? Your arm is injured."

@Noxx

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Garuda Pacifier

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'And now what?'

The earlier battle failed to entertain him. His opponent was too weak, although he did show passion in his moves. It's just wasn't enough.

Garuda waited inside the arena for a few more moments, before leaving, after seeing that the students weren't willing to provide him or anyone else a duel. If they didn't want to, then the Natron mage couldn't help it. He was bored.

Perhaps a book or two would entertain him.

After all, books are the gate to the world, a path to greatness, to knowledge. Knowledge is a mysterious power. Many desired for it, but only a few was able to grasp it. But when a mind is capable enough, the power he possessed could never be measured by any sort of system. And those who knew such a power, knew to bow to it. Only a few would have the courage, or foolishness, to resist.

That was what Garuda yearned for.

Power.

Given enough time, any man may master the physical. With enough knowledge, any man may become wise. But only a true warrior, a true champion, is capable of mastering both.

Garuda entered the library quietly, careful not to bother anyone who was busy in their activities. He had the manner not to. But because of the fact that he was bulky in size, being a muscular man he was, when he began walking in tight places, collision with one another was pretty much inevitable.

Which was something that just happened.

Garuda suddenly bumped into a young man, a blonde young man with a somewhat Eastern style of clothing. Turning around to look at him, so that he could apologize, Garuda realized that the clothes he was wearing originated from the far Eastern country of Abazin. And it wasn't common clothing. The word royal came to his mind immediately, seeing how well-dressed he was.

Garuda's interests in this guy was sparked, but he wasn't the one to quickly forget his manner.

"Are you from Abazin? My apologies, for the earlier display of clumsiness."

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I was gonna post. However, I'm not very sure who to interact with, so I'll wait for a few others to post. I might approach Lyvir, but Idk just yet

♦ A New Era ♦ - A My Hero Academia RP

ACION

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"Of course."

This might cause him to be late for the next elective, but who cares. They are electives. It may or may not be necessary for his journey of justice.

"Let's get you there, shall we?"

Acion bended his knees as he crouched next to Jojo, placing his two arms beneath her, one below the knee joints, and one on her back. Using all his might, he tried to stand up. The seemingly simple task proved to be more difficult than he had expected.

Man, she was heavy.

Probably even heavier than Acion himself.

He was able to stand up, but that was pretty much thanks to him trying to do the standing procedure of a weightlifter. The problem was walking while having her firmly on his hand, without falling over, or causing her to fall face first on the porcelain tile-paved floor. He better not, otherwise it's gonna end in tears. Definitely.

Oh...

'Why not that?'

He had six powerful wings muscles. Why not use it to his advantage? If he could place them beneath his arms for support, then he may be able to do it a lot easier. Not easy, but it would relieve the weigh of her body on his arm muscles. That's it. That's the solution.

Instantly, the wings that were spread out, gradually bent forward. The top wings was then placed nicely beneath his arms, trying not to cut his own limbs with his sharp and hardened feathers. Then came the middle ones. Then the bottom ones. And when all six were in place, he began lifting it, with everything he had. And it worked...

He now managed to walk more properly with this approach. Though this would draw a bit of attention from several curious students.

Acion, with Jojo on his hand, supported by all six angelic steel wings, also walked out of the gym, following Arsenal to the nurse office.

@Noxx