DruSM157

My Hero Academia: Evolution

and more time for people to check out Shun's awesome pineapple!

STAR WARS [Group Driven, High Casual/Advanced]

D E L Q U I N ‘ J O R R A

Nar Shaddaa - Refugee Sector

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Del leaned back in his chair for each of the ”team’s” appearances, nodding his head in acknowledgement as they all gathered around. When the blind guy called out Mo’, he kept his cool; though his left finger began to fidget slightly; he was practically ready to kick backwards and start drawing his blaster when Mo’s cover was “blown”. Except no one seemed to pay the Kel Dorian any mind…until he just popped up, acting sheepish as hell.

“Uh-“ he interjected, “The Kel Dorian here who seems incapable of speech is my first mate, Mokra. Don’t mind him. He just blends in with the crowd really well.”

What a great lie.

He kept eying the Miraluka, wondering if a force sensitive would drawn in as many credits on the market as a live Jedi would. Still, discretion was always the better part of valor, and backstabbing one’s partners at the beginning of a job was never a good idea. He could backstab them later, once money was in their palms and everyone turned their backs with well wishes and fond farewells.

Jobs never ended with fond farewells.

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Nar Shaddaa – Lower Quarters, Two Months Ago

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“Del myo nyee, understand da this sa just poonoo.”

Del found himself tied to a chair, his left eye a dark purple color. His lower lip was split down the middle, blood drippling from his mouth onto the floor. His coat, his blaster, everything was thrown onto the floor next to him. He shivered as his white tank became speckled with his own blood as two rodians held him up to face his former boss: Frizo the Hutt. Frizo was thin for Hutt standards, a dark blue-grey skintone with crimson outlines. The slug seemed quite content with his catch, and was content grandstanding in front of Del.

“You call tying a man up and having these soft handed bugs rough me up business?” Del’s good eye stared the slug down, and he tried to force a smile through the blood in his mouth. “Frizo old buddy, you’re going soft in your old age.”

” Killing u right ateema would be soft. By doe tee-tocky jee-jee're done gee u unko, u will beg je che death.”

“Right, right. I’m going to beg you for death. What are you going to do, have your boys tickle me to death?” This was luck at least. Frizo wasn’t planning on killing him; something that made him tense less. He’d purposely kept Mokra in the dark about Frizo’s meeting; sending Mokra to check on some deliveries in the system while he met with Frizo. He was a scumbag, but he didn’t want Mokra to get too involved with Frizo from the get-go. The Cartel was messy, and once they got their hooks in you, they didn’t like to let go.

” Let's stuka kava porko u talk gee do wings clipped.”

“What?”

One of the rodians approached with a small holoprojector, showing a live feed of the Quillwing being fitted with magnetic locks, and suddenly beginning lifted out of the docking bay.

“Do ship sa mine.”

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Nar Shaddaa – Refugee Sector

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Del eyed everyone around the table now. He grabbed a drink front the tray, and took a sip, and finally introduced himself. “I’m captain Del Quin’Jorra of the Quillwing.” He then smirked, sizing up everyone in the bar.

The money on the miraluka can wait. I think I can get my ship back now.

“None of you guys are chummy with the local Cartel goons around here, are ya?”

My Hero Academia: Evolution

nah demon everyone's just in awestruck silence because of nobunobu's sheer awesomeness

@Grey

Or confused at Shun's pineapple antics

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<Snipped quote by Demon Shinobi>

You really thought the best would be anything like the worst?

@Grey

I'm glad you think Shun is the best! :D

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S h u n

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• Ishin Academy, Sapporo (Japan) •
_{April 7th -- School Grounds}

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Late, late late! Of course the largest boy in the class would be late arriving, as everyone else was trying to make a good impression (or get all the attention, as one loud-mouthed boy was doing). Was he a delinquent? Did he get lost? No, the answer to why he took his sweet time getting to class was in his hands: A pineapple. Shun Tanaka was a large, dark skinned boy who looked completely out of place compared to his classmates. Having an extremely jolly face, mixed with his dark skin, he did not seem to be Japanese at all, but another foreign devil come to Ishin Academy to sully its purist Japanese roots. As an Okinawan, there were still many mainland Japanese who would eye him with foreign disdain; after all as the southernmost island of Japan, its ties were still greatly connected to America, who still had a military base on the island, even after so many years of international peace.

With the age of superheroes, many expected the ideas of international politics and foreign ideology to dissipate with the advent of superhuman heroes; but instead it all seemed to worsen, with the U.N. passing resolutions to disallow quirks in military combat as part of the Geneva convention. The aim of quirks were to aid in crime fighting, it seemed, and not in fighting wars with other countries. But, many feared Okinawans as American spies. And a Okinawan boy with a quirk was even worse. Was he a ticking nuclear timebomb aimed to threaten Japan to further subjugation by the Americans? It didn't help that nationally known Okinawan heroes were rare enough; the most famous Racer Queen having died thirteen years ago.

But there was the subject of the pineapple, which probably made his classmates look at him as if he were some kind of idiot, touched in the head. Who brought a pineapple to class, and on the first day of class? Was his quirk pineapple based? Was he just really, really hungry and only ate pineapples? Shun simply looked at his seating chart, frowned, noticing he was in the final desk in the room, turned to look at his classmates.

"Hiya!" He yelped out with a mixture of sincere quality and the attitude of a young man who never notices people talking behind his back. He had completely missed Nobu's speech about being number one. In fact, it seemed that Shun's "Hiya!" was the first response to Nobu's blustering. "I brought a pineapple with me today to say hello! You tend to give pineapples to welcome folks into your neighborhood, but i'm guessin' a lot of us had to move all the way up here! So this is my way of sayin' hey to everyone, and let's have a great first year!" It seemed that the principal's message of DEATH AND DOOM had gone completely over his head.

My Hero Academia: Evolution

@DruSM157all of it?!

@Greywhat's got you tasting salt mah boi?

@Demon Shinobi

90% of it!

My Hero Academia: Evolution

Power's back! And all my food in the fridge is ruined!

My Hero Academia: Evolution

I'm just waiting on a few posts before continuing with Shun, and I've been more preoccupied this weekend with prepping for the hurricane, since i'm still in its path down here.

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Roleplay has started nerds.

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P r o l o g u e

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• Ishin Academy, Sapporo (Japan) •
_{April 7th -- Opening Ceremony}

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The auditorium of Ishin Academy seemed impossibly large for the more astute and traditional building it was encompassed by. Hundreds of students sat in metal folding chairs, all wearing the simple dark colors of Ishin Academy, black, gray and dark blue. The third year students sat in the back of the rows, the second years in the middle, and the first years, the newest students in the academy, sat in the front rows of the school. On the stage sat many of the instructors at the school, all decked out in their hero gear. Snowman wore a bright white coat, his goggles placed over his eyes, picking at his black and gray beard as he seemed to be watching the newest students. Knightmare sat next to him, her large armor suit making her look like a giant around the others. Talking Head was busy chatting with another instructor. The room was in a dull roar as students met one another, talked about their vacations and all sorts of things that high school students do at big student assemblies like these.

“Attention!”

A booming voice came from the stage. One of the teachers was standing up in a military fashion. His sudden yelling brought the entire auditorium to a chilling silence. Loud footfalls filled the room. A small elderly man walked to the podium. He was roughly four foot nine. The military looking teacher pulled a small wooden stool for the man to stand on, bowed deeply, and walked away.

“Well…” the old man said, his voice surprisingly deep for such an old man. “So many fresh, young faces here today. Bright, full of hope and excitement.” His kindly face contorted into something violent and sinister. “Those days of sunshine and hope end now.”

The teachers behind him all suddenly stood up at attention. “Ishin Academy is world renowned. Top heroes graduate from our academy every year. We do this with discipline, with rigor, and without compromise. Our school is not for the weak. Our school is not for those who think the path to a hero is easy.”

The old man began to float above the podium, his arms crossed. Without the microphone, his voice still had cadence to reach the ears of every student. “In this school you will either become a true hero or you will be crushed. If you cannot handle this academy, you do not deserve to be a hero!”

It felt like ice in the first year section. Some students would grin with anticipation, as this was a chance to show out, to become a real hero. Others would grimace, suddenly feeling like a target was planted squarely on their backs. “Look around you. Chances are, one in three will graduate this school. Make your peace with each other and realize: these are not your friends. They are your competition. They stand between you and your dreams. Defeat them, or die.” The old man would return to his podium and walk back to the chairs, sitting down. The other staff followed suit. Over time, student council representatives explained the rules, went over everyday operations and other simple routines in a Japanese school. But the principal’s message kept the atmosphere cold. Finally, it was time to head to the classroom designated as each individual student’s homeroom assignments?. And so, the students of class 1-A filed out among the rest of the school and toward their newfound destiny.