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5 mos ago
Current Graduation has happened - I am no longer a teacher. Won't have to work 12 hour days + weekends anymore, so maybe I'll actually have enough time for hobbies.
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8 mos ago
I sound like a broken record, but only 2 months left till I'm done teaching. Not sure what's next, but it feels like anything would pay more and be less stressful lol
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11 mos ago
Only 6 more months till the school years over. If I renew my contract, someone kill me lmao.
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2 yrs ago
Teacher update: I feel like a villain from a cartoon. The laughter of teenagers gives me migraines, and I no longer feel guilt when giving bad grades to kids that sleep through my lessons.
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2 yrs ago
First day as a Biology Teacher tomorrow - hopefully the kids will be able to read my handwriting.
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@Ever
Could someone play just a straight up human? Was thinking about playing an average Joe who got abducted by a vampire and was used like a blood cow, before escaping and realizing that there were other monsters and supernatural creatures, and then allying with the angels.
Shiina kept both of the magical girls in her sight, prepared to separate the girls or deflect an attack with her ribbons. The situation wasn't nearly as tense as it would need to be for something of that scale, but the media made territories and magical girls seem more brutal than the Yakuza. Luckily, these girls seemed pretty relaxed, and the two of them even introduced themselves... Or, Midori introduced herself, and Ariel introduced Aegis. Shiina was honestly surprised that a magical girl, especially one dressed in such a colorful and cute outfit, could be so shy. Then again, it was probably just nerves - when Shiina first went out, she nearly died of embarrassment from the outfit. All Aegis-chan needed was a little experience!

"We can do much better as friends rather than enemies. Personally, I think we should exchange phone numbers at the very least so we can call each other for backup. I think you can all tell what Midori's specialty is. What sorts of powers do you girls have?"

Lowering her guard, Shiina smiled and agreed. After all, having friends who could punch a man across a room and kill incarnations of negative emotions and the sins of humanity would be pretty beneficial. Then again, Shiina was always happy to have more friends - you can never have too many! Before she could respond, she waited for the meekest of the trio to respond to Midori.

"U-umm... As Ariel-san said, I'm Aegis Violet. My powers are pushing and pulling on objects, but... I'm... new to all this, so I'm not sure how useful I'll be to you. Ah, but if there's anything that I can do, then... erm... I guess... I'll do my best.... So I'll be in your care."

With that, Shiina couldn't help but squeal in delight. How could this girl be so cute? Not to mention, being someone's senpai was a feeling that Shiina always loved, even if she never cared if her kouhai addressed her that way or not. Taking a closer look at the purple haired girl, she seemed to be younger than Shiina, but by how much she couldn't tell. Aegis kept averting her gaze from the other girls, and her manner of speaking was very cute. She must be nervous. Shiina contemplated the thought of giving them her real identity, maybe hanging out in real life, but decided against it. The more people that knew her identity, the worse it would get, and she didn't even know what these girls were like. That didn't mean they couldn't be friends while on patrol, though! Maneuvering the ribbon on her chest into the shape of a heart, shiina moved it about 5 feet in front of her, before making a finger gun and pointing it at the two girls in front of her.

"Nice to meet you, Midori-chan, Aegis-chan. My name is-"

Shiina "shot" the finger gun, before unraveling the ribbon and striking a pose she saw in an anime, moving her right arm to her side and holding her left hand in front of her face

"THE PINK DELINQUENT!!! You can call me Pink, though. Anyways, I can move my ribbons and tie things up with them, even make them hard or use them as a shield! I'd love to be friends with other magical girls though - I hadn't seen a single one in the 4 months that I'd been a magical girl! Oh yeah, this is Obaka,-"

"Ogata."

"-My fairy. She's pretty lazy, but she'll grow on you. Sort of like a tapeworm or something"

This snide comment earned Shiina a kick to the collar bone, causing a small amount of pain.

"O-ow... A-anyways, don't worry Aegis-chan! If you ever want help, you can always ask Pink-senpai! Oh yeah, you asked for our numbers, right Midori-chan? Don't you think that is moving a bit too quickly?"

Giggling slightly, Shiina proceeded to tell the other girls her number. There was no harm in it, after all - there was no way they would know it was her number, just that it was Pink's. The thought of continuing her patrol after this meeting crossed her mind, but more than half of the time she usually spent out went by, and she had just met two new accomplices. She rarely met a Negari anyways, so today's patrol was already pretty successful.

@Feyblue@shagranoz
In closed 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Zelosse
You were right about the bite, but karada tried a couple things besides just biting.
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Shit...
SHIT!

While externally, Karada was calm and collected to maintain his quirk, his blue eyes flared with anger and frustration. One of his only techniques, blocked by the man that held his future in his clawed hands. Karada barely heard the compliment over the blood pounding in his ears. What gave it away? How badly he ran? Surely it wasn't that obvious, tons of rejects who didn't even know how to run probably came here... No, it must have been that and the combination of something else, like his scars or muscles. He probably assumed they were caused from fights, and someone that experienced should know a headlong assault with no strength based quirk to help you attack was stupid. So he stood perfectly still while Lorken's claws traced around his skin. Karada couldn't feel a thing.

When the man ducked behind him, Karada began to panic - He couldn't turn his head to watch Lorken without breaking his quirks effect. Karada couldn't feel the clothed arm cover his mouth, but he was still able to see it - making Karada question him. He already knew about how his quirk functioned, or at least he seemed to, so why was he trying to choke Karada? He couldn't even breath whenever he used his quirk, so what was the poi-

Karada immediately snapped to awareness. He wasn't trying to deactivate his quirk, he was waiting for when Karada ran out of air! He was going to choke Karada! With his mind being so busy that Lorken may have heard it from how close he was, Karada quickly went thorough numerous options - Biting his hand would work, but it would break the quirk's defense, and since he wasn't fazed by the wound in his chest, that alone wouldn't work. Plus, being that close to Lorken's claws would be a problem... Ducking out of the hold was impossible, Karada could sense the strength behind the hold. Karada quickly crafted a plan in his mind. He would reel his head back, attempting to smash it into Lorken's nose and praying that he missed the horns. As he did so, however, he would also bite into Lorken's hand, and slam his elbow into Lorken's chest, trying to use his spatial awareness to push his elbow into the still open wound. If he was lucky, this amount of movement would be enough to break the chokehold, or at least shock Lorken enough to allow him to escape, and then run a slight distance away

Should he escape, the next order of business would be to attempt the bait technique. It would be almost impossible for Lorken to fall for it, but that would be the point - Karada planned to use his technique as a decoy. When Lorken doesn't respond to the attack, Karada would break out of his quirk's effect and grapple around Lorken's torso, squeezing with everything he could before staying still and using his quirk. This would leave Lorken with three options - endure the incredible pressure and pain for roughly 2 minutes and choke Karada when the time was up, concede the match to Karada, or break Karada's quirk effect using his raw strength. Doing so would almost certainly take up a lot of stamina, and leave him wide open for Karada to punch him in the chest wound. If he was lucky, he may even be able to get his hand inside of Lorken and cause some internal bleeding. Didn't matter how well he could handle pain, internal bleeding would at least slow him down.

Karada briefly considered the ethics of this. He was with a past villain, in a "school" located on the outskirts of town and hidden by the forest, and he was about to try something that would kill, or at least seriously injure a lesser man. Karada quickly dismissed it, however. Lorken said he wasn't going easy on them, and while being threatened with choking was pretty intimidating, Karada knew he probably could have taken him out a lot earlier with much less effort. This was a man who had dealt with heroes and the police on a regular basis. This was a test, not all out combat.

But despite this, Karada refused to take it easy, to give up. This man was standing in the way of everything he had worked for, his future, his only shot at survival. He had sacrificed so much in order to get to the bottom of the mountain for heroes. This man, Lorken, wasn't going to stop Karada. He was just a steep ledge on the mountain that Karada was climbing. A steep ledge that Karada was going to use to ascend higher, to become stronger and beat, even if it meant having the crap kicked out of him.

Was this a safe plan? No. Was it the best plan Karada's slowly oxygen-starved brain could come up with? Pretty much. Did it have a high chance of success? Oh hell no. But hey, it's worth a shot.

Karada bit into Lorken's hand, before slamming his head back and elbowing him in the chest.

@Zelosse
In closed 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

>When you manage to beat a horned/clawed beefcake monster of a man in combat, or at least impress him enough, finally on the way to achieving your dreams, and you realize one of your upperclassmen is a girl, making the chance you get falsely accused of rape DOUBLE.
In closed 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@GodOfWar
Nah, it was intentional on my part at least. Our characters both have certain core similarities, such as being unwanted and sharing a disdain for authority figures. But on the flip side, our characters were raised completely differently and, as you said, have vastly different motives. I felt that you provided the best foil for Karada, and sharing cigarettes really helped cement their budding friendship. The power of addictive substances triumphs all!

Also, thanks for the compliment. Most of the time writing up that post consisted of me trying to think up a witty comeback, lol.
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The other students had followed the same process that Karada had, rising up from the truck and walking to form a line in front of the horned man. As they all did, it became apparent that this man was their principal... Or, at the very least, a high ranking teacher. Karada spent several minutes examining him, even as they entered into the surprisingly clean and well-kept house school. All Karada was able to deduce about this individual before becoming surprised by his surroundings was that he had incredibly sharp nails, that could be viable as slashing weapons, and 2 large curved horns, not unlike his new friend, Gank. The group continued throughout the house, and Karada couldn't help noticing the newspaper clippings, detailing the... eccentric life that this man had lived before he had come to the school. He also noticed the other students all looked at the clippings as well, with mixed reactions etched across their faces. In all honesty, the fact that this man used to be a villain didn't really impact Karada that much. He was in the worst hero's school in all of Japan, and this place was really one of the only places left for Karada. He was kicked out of his home, had no place to live, and had 200,000 yen to his name. It didn't matter if his teacher or principal was a sociopathic killer, so being a villain didn't matter much.

All the furniture they had seen so far seemed relatively ancient, yet Karada wouldn't have been surprised to see any of these pieces in his parent's home. They spoke of high living standards, and Karada was slightly saddened to see that pieces of such high quality were in a place like this. However, maybe it was that they were in a place like this, that they truly stood out. Each piece looked ancient, yet they had been taken care of incredibly well, standing the test of time for years without submitting. It reminded Karada of what his old classmates believed a hero to be. A person who stood up to adversity, and never gave up in the face of danger. Karada always admired these types of people - not for their actions, but for the results of these actions. People loved the heroes. People loved their actions, their ideals, the ground they walk on. Praise awaited their every turn, and if they were treated like they didn't belong or weren't loved, they would be able to stand on their own feet, rather than shrivel up in a corner and take the insults. Karada wanted to become a hero for this. He had spent years for this. He wasn't going to be screwed over by some persons lie, and he was going to show everyone who had mistreated him that he didn't need money or power to stand against them.

The group eventually exited through the back door of the building, only to make their way to another large building only a short walk away. The man immediatly stopped moving and, as everyone was following like ducklings, we all stopped as well. He turned on his heel, motioning for them to line up against the wall as if they were picking teams for dodge ball. This is when the man finally introduced himself.

"Listen up. My name is Lorken, founder and operator of this tiny slice of hell uou will henceforth call home. The state has awarded me custody of those of you under suspicion, or in custody of the police. The rest of you have had your legal guardians sign off on a dismissal waver. Now, quirk testing time. If I'm going to see how you stack up as heroes than you'll have to show me how you handle a villain. Don't pull a punch or hold back a hit, because I won't and neither will the men and women on the streets. When your name is called out, you will approach. The rest of you will wait in the next room until your names are called."

The man named Lorken then pointed to the tanned boy with harpoons dangling from his arms, motioning him into the gym. Karada spent a large amount of time sitting next to Gank, the two sharing his cigarettes. Karada finished his first one, snuffing it out, and stopping. He hated the taste, and he had to be in his top shape for this. Karada's quirk was never built as a combat quirk - it is defensive, and that's about it. Karada originally planned on simply using it as a benefit to typical combat and countering suicide missions; after all, entering a place where people will shoot you on sight didn't really matter when you could just stand still while the enemy wasted their ammo. But actual combat was not Karada's strong suit - the few techniques and tricks he had created relied entirely on his opponent not knowing his power, being a trained professional, or having a set amount of ammunition that he could simply wait for the opponent to use up. Karada pulled his head back, trying to think up a strategy, and eventually settling on the most offensive technique he had. By the time he had finally opened his eyes, the vertically challenged man named Kazuto had exited the gymnasium, and Karada saw Lorken standing in the doorway, motioning him over.

Karada slowly rose to his feet, before taking off his jacket and tie, before finally unbuttoning his dress shirt. Lorken's nails were incredibly sharp, and if the cuts on the previous students didn't show that he used them as a weapon, than Karada didn't know what did. He had already ruined his pants, he sure as hell wasn't going to ruin his last jacket and dress shirt. As he did this, Karada's fairly muscular body (though nowhere near as impressive as Lorken's or some of the other students) and numerous scars from physical abuse were revealed. Folding them neatly and placing them where he was sitting, Karada made his way over to the horned man, as if he was walking to the devil himself. They entered the gymnasium, before positioning themselves on opposite sides.

"Come. Let us see if money makes the man."

Karada frowned slightly. This man was like the others, seeing him as a wealthy man rather than a person who had trained hard and put in hundreds of hours of work. Karada raised his chin slightly before uttering out a response

"Money may make the man, but I'm no man. I'm a hero."

With that, Karada ran towards Lorken. He did so in a novice way, and Karada wasn't moving nearly as fast as he could. His form was terrible, and he moved barely faster than a light jog. But that was just what Karada wanted - to look as pathetic and novice as possible. Upon making it close enough to Lorken, Karada immediately threw a punch aimed straight at Lorken's jaw. It left Karada wide open, and a single strong punch to the stomach would cause him to crumple to the ground and choke (Or at least, for someone who had ran as slowly as Karada had, it would). A counter attack against it would have been very easy, and Karada was expecting Lorken to punch him in the stomach.

Right before his fist made contact, and the counter attack would have already instinctively begun, Karada executed the actual technique. He had spent years perfecting it: Right before contact, Karada would freeze his body, and remain perfectly still, not even breathing, and activating his quirk. Learning to stop a punch while throwing it as hard as you could instantly took an immense amount of effort, but Karada was confident in this technique: foes who had experience in combat, like he assumed Lorken had, would counter the pathetic punch easily with an uppercut to the stomach - only to break their hands on an unmovable object.

If everything had gone well, and Lorken countered, than he would break his own hand against Karada's body, and Karada would be able to punch him in the throat while he was in pain and shock. Not the most honorable of actions, but he was going to do everything he needed to in order to achieve his dream.

@Zelosse
Jared followed the two girls with all the grace and expertise of a stalker - Hiding in small areas to breathe, staying in the camera's blind spots, and doing his best to keep up with the two running girls. Luckily, it seemed that the group was joined up by another escapee - A young man with black hair and red eyes, running silently down the hallway towards them. The girls seemed shocked that there was another prisoner, but Jared watched from a slight distance away, near a corner, and slowly made his way to the corner of the hallway, hoping to get a breath in while the rest of the group chatted it up and ran ahead. This slow movement almost immediately became a run, however, when one of the scientists came forwards, pistol brandished. Jared cut the scientist up with his eyes - He could go for the jaw, and if he hit fast enough and at the right angle, he could knock him out instantly... but that would be too difficult when he couldn't see his arm. Aiming for the temple would have the same effect, but also shared the same problems... In the end, Jared settled for a punch between the left and right clavicle, right below the Adam's apple. It would seriously injure the scientist, but he had no other choice at the moment, and this was the best method.

Mere feet away from the attacker, however, Jared saw a wire of pure light wrap itself around the neck of the scientist, and he slowly began to choke. Falling to the ground, it was revealed that this save was committed by a girl even shorter than Jared and the girl in glasses. She kicked the gun away from the scientist, and it skidded to a halt at Jared's feet.

"Haha! I'm not going to lie, buddy, I didn't think that would work! I've only ever seen it in games. My name is Aimee Combs, and I suggest that you and I should probably skedaddle. I don't suppose you have any idea of the structure of this place do you?"

Appearing around the corner, a pink-haired girl wearing a sailor uniform, appeared, and it seemed she was shocked from the sudden display of violence and skill from Ms.Combs...

“E-Excuse me but, are you the ones who set off the alarm?”

Stepping forwards and introducing himself, the Red eyed man addressed the group as a whole.

"I think I should introduce myself. My name is Fuyuki Amari. I'm a tester, or prisoner, in Facility #41. Judging by your attires, I assume that you are like me. I think bonding would be a good option. I know very little about this facility's interior."

While the introductions and the information was being spread, Jared began to investigate the pistol. He could almost hear his father whispering into his ears. Sig P320 Compact. Standard 9mm magazine, 15-21 rounds. Large enough to hold a decent amount of ammo, small enough to conceal. Bulky and heavy means concealment is difficult, however, and the grip is to big for small-handed users. Strong recoil, but can be disassembled easily enough that even a novice could figure it out. A solid pistol. Jared instinctively reached out for it and, upon picking it up, the gun disappeared. Swearing under his breath and praying the other's didn't see, Jared only just realized that he had been running out of breath. Sneaking around the corner, Jared took a breath while considering the implications of what Mr.Amari said. If this place was called "Facility #41", then that mean there had to be at least 40 other facilities, and if they were even half the size of this one... How the hell had no one found out yet? That superpowers exist. Had... Had no one escaped yet? Had the scientists, or whatever organization they were a part of, create these massive facilities... And no one has escaped in that long? What the hell? As Jared considered this, however, he heard a scream.

"Escapee over there! Quick, shoot him!"

Turning quickly, Jared saw that there were two scientists, each reaching for the pistols at their side. Jared easily rose the P320, Shooting the scientist to the right of him in the left leg, he immediately crumpled to the ground, and he appeared to be distracted from the shot enough to drop his gun. Quickly turning his gaze, Jared managed to shoot the other scientist in the side, causing him to drop his firearm and fall to the ground, just as a bullet from his pistol barely missed Jared's head. Jared was breathing heavily and fast, almost hyperventilating. He hadn't shot a person since the incident... But the thing that scared him was how little he seemed to care. These people were responsible for holding him captive for who knows how long, yet he knew they were still people. The part of his brain that was still aware of the danger he was in and not feeling shame over having just shot two people was telling him to go invisible before he was seen by the others. They had to have heard the shouting, and the gunshots were just as loud as you would expect them to be. Holding his breath, Jared looked down to see that he was still visible. Turning around revealed several members of the group were staring at the man in a prisoners jumpsuit and holding a pistol, having just shot two men.

"H-hey there... I'm a prisoner, like you guys... Y-you can call me Dr. Moore, Jared... Or even #1834, i-if you'd like, hehehe..."

Lightly touching the number stitched into his jumpsuit several times, Jared realized no one was laughing at his sad attempt at humor, turned on his heel, and made his way over to the two scientists. After a few seconds of searching, Jared was relieved to see that the men were just unconscious - considering the tech they had in this place, they would probably get medical treatment once they were found. Jared quickly picked up two more P320's and two radios, and slid the pistols and one of the radios to the group. Jared then stood up, and spent several seconds standing awkwardly, before addressing the group.

"O-oh, these guys are just unconscious, they'll be f-fine. We should hurry, b-before more of them come by..."

Waiting for the group to move, Jared began to trail behind and, as soon as he was out of sight, planned to become invisible once again. It was one of his only advantages he had to help the group escape, and he had already left behind a lot of people in those cells. Jared was going to at least get these guys out of here.
In CLOSED. 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@HushedWhispers
Just finished this guy up. just a question to fill out a blank thing or two in my CS: How long ago was the storm?

@thewizardguy
Let's hope they don't have a sprinkler system or something in case their are escapees...
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