Duoya

We Was Reincarnated!

A historical play was not really the best thing to go to, but Kenji really didn't mind that much. After all, this was his first field trip. His parents were really starting to go easy on him. Maybe they realized that he was starting to become to old for them to breath down his neck anymore. Not that he would want to get on their bad sides. As Kenji was lost in thought, he barely noticed the bus turn onto the thin mountain pass. Many of the other students moved away from their window seats. Considering the proximity the bus was to the edge, it was to be expected. Luckily, Kenji didn't have to share space with anyone as he moved to the other side of his seat. He was sitting alone... like always. The bus bumped on the road. Kenji couldn't react when he heard a person scream. Blinding whiteness... And then, nothing.

Kenji opened his eyes in a room.

The blinding light made it nearly impossible to focus on the voice, and a slip of paper appeared in his hands.

Kenji found himself in a forest, the trees overhead nearly engulfing the sun entirely. The voice of the man rung out, this time far more clearly. South... Considering the fact that the sky was obscured by leaves, that would definitely be a problem. No... That didn't matter.

He died.

Kenji fell to the ground, the contents of his stomach churning with realization. His life... Everything he worked for... Wasted.

Kenji slowly raised to a stand, and listened to the others converse. One of them, Chloe, seemed familiar... That's right, she was a girl who came by the student council in the beginning of the year to ask for increased funding for the track team...

Following the orders of the man who had talked to the group, Kenji prayed. Is this how it works? I would appreciate it if you could show me my... Status screen? As soon as the thought was finished, a blue screen hovered in front of him. It displayed some familiar words, and Kenji had the feeling it was something like those RPGs that the disciplinary club was always confiscating. Considering Kenji had never played a video game in his life, he had no clue how this even worked. All he knew was that these were people from the bus... Others who have died. The conversation they were having continued on, and Kenji realized that he also was wearing different clothes. Plain purple robes were adorned across his body, and to his side was a sheathed... dagger. The thought of simply throwing the dagger away crossed his mind, but Kenji decided against it. If worst comes to worst, Kenji would need something to protect the others in the group.

Kenji quickly adopted his authoritative "In-charge" voice, and began to speak to the people who surrounded him.

"Can I have your attention please? I believe introductions are in order. My name is Kenji Watanabe, student council vice-president. I apparently have some skill called Enchanting and Pain Resistance. Before we do anything, we need to find out what happened to us. I assume the rest of you were in that bus as well?"

Despite the fact that he was only addressing 5 people, Kenji's heart was thundering in his chest. This sure as hell wasn't some picnic, everyone here died. Kenji had thought about death before, even suicide, but never thought about what it meant... No. This wasn't a bad thing. It became clear what had happened. God gave him this chance. God is giving him the chance to save everyone.

And he wasn't going to mess up.

We Was Reincarnated!

Posting soon, sorry for the delay.

From the Weakest Goblin To the Greatest God

Time had slowed to a crawl as Kishi gripped the spear. His muscles, much larger than they had been the day before, tensed in preparation, and his breathing slowed. The boar, tensing every muscle in it's body. The creature looked as if it was about to catapult it's way through the very trees in it's path. Kishi wasn't going to fail. He wasn't going to die.

Not now, anyways.

Lomen had begun to inch his way closer, and the boar took notice. It immediately entered a rage, charging at the goblin with speed that was at an incredibly intense level. Lomen, with dexterity that reminded Kishi of Xaal, dodged out of the boar's path with ease. The boar, barely managing to stop itself, began another rampage which Lomen expertly dodged, leading it mere feet from Kishi's position.

Kishi leaped downwards, pushing off the branch to deliver as much force as possible. With surprising ease, Kishi's spear penetrated the beast's thick hide, striking down to the bone. Kishi felt spine hit his spear, before he leaped away, pulling his blade with him. The boar thrashed in pain, desperately flailing in a poor attempt to rid the goblins from it's presence. Kishi felt no pity. It was kill or be killed. The black wolves had taught him that fact the previous night. And Kishi wasn't going to let any of his family be killed.

Not again.

Lomen released a bloodcurdling scream, similar to what Kishi had done earlier in the day. Kishi slowly maneuvered himself, trying to make his way behind the boar. All the while, Lomen was trying to draw the monster's attention with his screaming and the rapid swinging of his horn. If he managed to succeed, Kishi would deliver another Precise Strike to the Boar's rear.

Goblins

@Jangel13,@The 4 Winds

Code Geass - War For the Homeland

The atmosphere was tense, but Robert felt as if a heavy load was removed from his shoulders. He wasn't going in combat. Considering his level of education, it was actually quite idiotic of him to think he would be engaged in combat with the best forces the Eu had to offer. Surely, Robert would be capable of simply lying his way into the base, and he was more than happy with the way things were developing. He would be an important member of the team, without having to risk as much. Perfect. Jack, or as the muscular man in the corner referred him, "Jake", seemed to be an excellent leader, but seemed a little... too willing to follow the general's orders. Then again, it was hypocritical of Robert to think like this. When he realized this, he stopped the line of thought quickly, and turned back to the task at hand.

"Thank you for clearing up that misunderstanding, General. I would be honored to be a part of this plan, and I agree with Miss Shiomi in that we should make preparations immediately."

Robert slowly closed his journal, which he had been doodling random numbers and symbols in an attempt to make those watching think he is smart. Robert began to speak once more, this time with a steadier and tired voice.

"If that is all... *Yawn* ...I believe we should begin to prepare. I will leave at your dismissal, General."

Robert smiled slightly, before closing his eyes. He was planning to immediately find his Knightmare and sneak a nap in the cockpit as soon as the meeting was adjourned.

Summoners of Babel

The night had been incredibly hectic. The man, Lux, as he addressed himself, was incredibly... dramatic? Samuel had a hard time putting the man into proper words rather than a collection of scrambled letters. The two had managed to hit it off, at least, which surely means something. Unfortunately, the heated discussion that arose between Lux and Alex resulted in a quick ending to the night. Samuel, dejected after his attempt at peace was ignored, went to the room which Okami had offered to him. His robes, incredibly dirty and caked in sweat, were thrown into a pile at the door. Samuel did not even have time to wonder where Gabriel had wandered, before drifting off to the land of dreams.

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"Samuel... Please man, you gotta come back!"

"C'mon man, I haven't eaten in days! Wait any longer and I'll even be able to get free myself!"

"Please Samuel, get back soon! I need some help over here..."

"Dammit..."

"Please..."

"..."

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Samuel woke up in the middle of the night, covered in a thin veil of sweat. A light thumping was emanating from behind his window, but Samuel was unable to hear it over his own heartbeat. Samuel slowly rose out of his bed, before immediately rushing to the bathroom. What felt like hours passed by, as Samuel's stomach wretched and regurgitated everything he had eaten the night before. Samuel slowly closed his eyes, as tears rapidly fell from his face. By the time he had cleaned the area and left, the sun had already risen. Gabriel was nowhere in sight. Samuel quickly washed his robes in the clean bathroom, before sligning them on, still wet. After all, it would at least wake him up.

Samuel made his way down to the main bar, which was now but a hollow shell of its former glory. All that remained of the patrons from the night before were a few drunkards, and those who had still not finished their drinks. Moving himself to the bar, Samuel ordered a water and did his best to remove the scent of vomit from his breath. Samuel spent the next few hours drifting between conscious and unconsciousness, until a voice that sounded familiar echoed the name of the boy he was waiting for.

"Pardon, sir? Sorry to bother you. My name is Faera, I'm looking for someone named Okami, so do you happen to know where him and his group are?"

Samuel raised his head from the bar, and motioned for the young girl to come closer. As he did so, he noticed that his robes had dried in the heat of the tavern, and he lightly called out to her.

"Greetings, Faera. I believe Okami is still asleep in his room. Do you know where the rest of the group is?"

It was good to see that the team was still together.

The sight of a young man's face filled Samuel's mind. He couldn't be slothful in his mission. He had come to the tower for a reason. And he was not going to back down. Not now.

Samuel, lost in thought, did not even notice Gabriel seated neatly in his lap.

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Finally! Now that everyone is going to bed, it is time for me to practice the ancient forbidden art!

Flight!

I quickly moved my way through the tavern, avoiding feet as if they were slow moving, glacial as... Glaciers.

By the time I had made my way out, I was already analyzing my surrounding, using my eagle-like vision to find the perfect passageway to the top of the tavern. Finally, it came to me like a puppy duckling to it's master: The gutter!

While the way to the top was... unpleasant, to say the least, I had successfully reached my goal: The roof! Now, the mighty Gabriel merely needed to learn how to fly before the winged maiden sees him again. How hard could that be?

I took several strides back, before running forwards and leaping off the ledge.

I then plummeted and smashed face first in the ground.

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As it turned out, I have severely underestimated gravity. Additionally, simply flapping your wings as hard as you can while praying does not gift one with the ability of flight. With my body broken bruised and my pride battered scratched slightly, I made my way to the washroom of the tavern. Roughly an hour later, I emerged perfect. As usual.

Besides, I hear ladies love a man with tons of scars!

Interactions

@Cherrywitch,@cloudystar

Code Geass - War For the Homeland

Posting later today

Komei Academy

@Animal@pkken
Finished my Bio, finally.

From the Weakest Goblin To the Greatest God

Will post sometime at night.

Komei Academy

@Animal@pkken

Finished everything except Bio. Got to go to work now, but I'll try to work on it during the car pool. Please tell me if there is anything I should nerf or change.

Daichi Nakai

Appearance

Having spent a majority of his life taller and heavier than most adults, Daichi has some height issues. While he tries to not let it bother him, the fact that he needs to ride in the back of a pickup truck has led to numerous... problems. He typically wears tight fitting clothes and very large hoodies, but loves his large school uniform. He enjoys covering his head with a hoodie, mainly just to hide his monstrous visage. He went through a phase of not using any plant products, but has gotten over it. Everywhere he goes, he usually has some form of meat, usually as jerky. His deep, grumbling voice is made humorous by his infamous stuttering, a condition he despises. His skin has a hard, almost stone-like texture, but is still flesh.

Name:
Daichi Nakai

Gender:
Male (I-I think?)

Age:
15

Height:
229 cm

Weight:
169 kg

Personality:
A loud, kind individual, Daichi is quick to stand up for others when no one else will. He refuses to back down when he is given a mission, and will hold himself to complete it. Usually, this meant getting groceries from the car, not arresting villains. While he tries not to show it, Daichi is terrified to have been accepted into Komei. He does his best to fit in with the crowd, but refuses to stand down if he sees bullying or some injustice. Due to his problems with internal injuries, Daichi has some health problems, particularly a shortness of breath. Because of his lack of... manhood, Daichi doesn't really feel anything special towards females. He is very self conscious about this deformity and his inability to conceive children, and he will try to hide it as much as possible. Due to his large frame, almost everything he owns is a much larger version of what it is supposed to be, and he is forced to act as carefully as he can around other people. Despite his loud mouthing, he means everything he says, and he cares about everyone and everything, filling the optimistic role nicely. Daichi has an incredibly naive attitude, fueled by a life of sheltering and love, to the point where he believes prison is interchangeable with shelter and killing another person is unthinkable, if not subconsciously impossible. He is far to trusting for his own good, and he does whatever he can to help, usually failing and causing harm.

Despite his cheery attitude and optimistic view on life, Daichi really doesn't care about himself. He does not remember a time when other children would play with him, and he hasn't called someone a 'friend' for the past 11 years. Every time he looks at himself in the mirror, all he ever sees is the same, disgusting monster. He buries all of his self hate under the desire to help others, which was the main reason he decide to enroll into Komei in the first place. Someone could attack him without him batting an eye, but he would do everything in his power to help someone if they needed it. If Daichi ever managed to find a friend, he would do anything and everything to make them happy. He has known since he had first gotten his quirk that he was... special. He was nowhere near as smart or witty as his classmates. He was just the ugly, dumb monster. He is incredibly good at reading, and does so on a university level, but he lacks the ability to do complicated math or memorize things easily. A-at least his vocabulary is amazing! The largest flaw in his personality is by far his naiveté, which has resulted in him giving tens of thousands of yen to 'investors' and the 'homeless'. The one thing he refuses to do is go into the water, which he has an immense fear of. If the water rises above his mouth, he refuses to go near it.

Background:
Born in Kyoto to a single mother, Daichi led a completely normal life. He was quite bright for his age, to the point where his daycare thought he would accomplish great things in the future. His mother, a Florakinetic, owned a small flower shop which kept the family in a comfortable position financially. Daichi dreamed of inheriting his mother's quirk, and taking over the shop when she grew too old. He never knew his father, but he really couldn't care less at the time. After all, kids always look forward to getting their quirks. They never stop to think of what they would do if things turned out differently.

The moment went by instantly for Daichi. He closed his eyes for a second, and he was suddenly taller than his mother. His muscles bulged without any effort, threatening to rip his skin apart, and he felt so much... heavier. None of this was on Daichi's mind however. The only thing that was on his mind was the fact that he couldn't breath. His tongue, a massive blob of flesh, was far back in his mouth, near his throat. Presumably, this was meant to prevent biting it with knife-like teeth. Unfortunately, it also blocked his windpipe, resulting in him passing out. He awoke in the nearby hospital several hours later, his mother sobbing by his side.

His father had the same quirk, and had left the country in order to avoid persecution for tax evasion. Daichi's mother had seen the process of Daichi's quirk activating, which took several minutes until completion. She had been the one to call the ambulance for him. And she was also the person to tell him the bad news.

Having gone so long without oxygen, Daichi's brain had suffered immense damage. It was unlikely for him to ever recover fully, and he was destined to be mentally handicapped. Additionally, his left lung had suffered shock from the event, resulting in a shortness of breath and severe asthma. Daichi remained in the hospital for 4 months, and left just in time for his birthday.

He had turned 4.

As the years went by, it became clear that Daichi had changed, and not just mentally. He lost the numerous friends he had made, and he never managed to make anymore. He was far less expressive, and also was introverted. He began to read almost obsessively, and his small garden nearly tripled in size. He was delving into himself, and shutting everyone else out.

At 8, Daichi was taller than the average man, and weighed just as much. It was then that he decided to join the local soup kitchen. Maybe he wanted to recover himself before he became a social pariah, or maybe he simply wanted to be something besides the monster he appeared to be. Or maybe there was no reason. But the faces of those he saw that day changed him. They didn't sneer at his face, or cringe at his voice. They didn't shake in fear when he walked near them. They simply smiled, and thanked him for the food. He wanted to help people as much as possible.

For the next 6 years, Daichi became a local legend, and was the go-to guy if someone had a problem. People no longer looked at him with fear, but with gratitude. As the years went on, this sense of justice and satisfaction became addictive, to the point where Daichi had selected his future career.

Professional hero.

Daichi spent the next year studying furiously, and spending every waking moment learning. After months of studying and a grueling exam period, he successfully managed to make it into the famous Komei Academy, bottom of his class. After a tearful goodbye with his mother, Daichi left for Musutafu, to show the world that he wasn't just some monster.

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Quirk:
Monstrous Physiology

Classification:
Mutant

Description:
Daichi has an incredibly strong body. Something such as a regular punch would probably break a person's hand, and it would take a large number of small caliber bullets to take him down. Strength wise, it would be easy for him to throw cars, let alone punches. Something large, like a building or truck, however, is beyond his capabilities. He is able to see in the dark, and can jump three meters vertically in the air. He is 50% stronger in the dark.

Unfortunately, Daichi's quirk comes with some side effects. He is, compared to his classmates, mentally dim, and his quirk reshaping his mouth has caused him to develop a severe stutter. Additionally, subtlety is a foreign concept for him, as simply walking generates a lot of noise. Speed is also unknown to him, as he has horrible cardiovascular strength, to the point where jumping places would be faster. Internal damage is by far the biggest threat, as most surgical scalpels cannot pierce his skin, leading to numerous health problems throughout Daichi's life. Daichi has no sense of smell, and his stomach has become incapable of digesting plants, leading to a carnivorous life style. On the topic of food, Daichi requires 5000 calories a day which, while not to threatening in modern day Japan, would be incredibly dangerous in a survival situation. Daichi's durability only extends to physical trauma, and mental attacks are more than twice as effective on him. He has numerous 'weak points' scattered throughout his body, mainly on his back and lower on his neck. These spots glow bright red when he is in a rage, and will cause him to fall unconscious if hit with large amounts of force. His quirk is constantly active, making Daichi gain a very careful disposition when it comes to other people, the inability to swim, and a very low IQ. Finally, Daichi is 50% weaker in the light, leading to his more 'nocturnal' sleep cycle.

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Talents:
Boxing: Due to his size and lack of dexterity, Daichi has adopted the western art of Boxing. He is quite experienced, but nowhere near tournament level.

Gardening: Despite being a pure carnivore, Daichi has been known to be an avid gardener, and does his best to keep his plants alive. He's the kind of guy who brings his potted plants inside during bad weather.

Foreign Language: Unsurprisingly for the guy with the intelligence of a child, Daichi has an incredible grasp on foreign languages. He has nearly mastered English (Westaboo), and has made great progress towards Chinese. He will occasionally make exclamations in English, mainly for effect or attention.

Komei Academy

Interested. If there is still room by the time I post tomorrow, do you mind if I join?