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7 yrs ago
Current Who needs Aquaman when you have real superheroes like Mermaidman and Barnacleboy.
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Contrary to what anyone says, As Fuck is a reliable unit of measurement.
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"Write drunk, edit sober," is a viable strategy until you realize anything you write just divulges into offbeat ramblings.
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7 yrs ago
There's nothing like finishing a good book at 4 in the morning.
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7 yrs ago
Blob Fish > All
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This looks interesting! Will definitely be keeping an eye on this one.
@DisguisedDemon
Complete-a-mundo! :D Just tell me if anything needs changing.
What if it was international? Like, the boat moving around to different countries and such, picking up/dropping off different people?
Count me interested! Both concepts sound fun, though I'm partial to the overseas one.
Sorry that took awhile! Surprise trips and exams kept me busy. On the bright side, summer vacation! More time to write woot woot!
Quinn was late. Again. Not that she minded. Not really. She was used to the glare of teachers and titters of students at her late arrivals, and they vice verses with her ever constant pattern of nonchalant lateness. Quinn didn't care about that stuff. In all honesty, there were only two subjects Quinn remotely cared about and never dared to miss:

Lunch and Art.

Currently, she was in the former. Quinn lounged in the back of the library, a popular eating area, to eat her light lunch of three sandwiches and a muffin. Tall bookshelves loomed over, blocking Quinn from view from the main area. She was sure no one would come here. After all, the shelves themselves held the natural bane to all students--textbooks. It was the perfect hiding spot for a skipping student. Or in this case, a nervous fairy explaining the nature of superpowers.

Prytt hovered before Quinn, a packet of honey nestled between her paws. She carefully ate the golden syrup, flecks of it clinging to her cheek. "I-I know this is all sudden," Prytt said in her all too soft voice as she stared at Quinn apologetically, "b-but being a hero is a big responsibility. You were chosen because something good was seen in you. Something...pure"

Quinn smiled crookedly, brushing away the residue from the Kwami's cheek. "Yeah, I don't think 'pure' or 'heroic' is the best way to describe me. Have you seen my search history? But...thanks, I guess. Whatever the whole 'chosen' thing means." she leaned back, appetite for once lost. This whole superpower business was starting to make her head hurt. It all seemed so...surreal. Like something that happened in a movie, and not to someone like her. "Right, so. Run by me again how this whole shebang works again?"

Prytt nodded, her eyes sparkling. "O-of course! First, up you activate your ability by saying, 'Claws ready!'. Then you--"

Screams suddenly pierced the air, cutting off the rest of Prytt's words. The Kwami squeaked in fear and dove into the folds of Quinn's jacket, trembling fiercely. "W-what was that?!" she whimpered.

Quinn crawled over to the front most shelf, removing some books to peek through. Her breath caught in her throat as she watched the scene unfold. Books flying off the shelves, students entombed in a mass of paper, people running for their lives. And, smack dab in the center, a cackling woman was surrounded by a group of people. No...not just people. Superheroes! Or costumed weirdos. Or maybe both? Either way, Quinn quickly made her decision.

Quinn stuffed the books back on the shelf. "Sorry, but this looks like a hands-on experience sort of deal." She stood, a new sense of determination flooding through her. "Alright, Prytt! Claws Ready!"

A grin spread across her face as power surged through Quinn. It was new, wild, free. All her joy, all her passion, all her energy--everything felt like it was set on high. Her body felt lighter. Her senses felt sharper. Everything seemed so new. Looking down, it seems that her insides weren't the only things that had changed. Now she donned a new outfit, complete with a mask and everything. Quinn reached for her side, hesitating as she pulled out what looked like a metal frisbee. So this was what she was fighting with? It was definitely...interesting. She shrugged. Might as well learn how to use it soon.

Quinn rolled out of her hidey hole and towards the danger. Her previous hesitance was gone, replaced by a surge of emanating confidence. "Hey, Lady!" she called, sliding in along with the other costumed folks. "You've only got yourshelf to blame for this mess."
@The Errorist
Hope you have a fun trip!

I've got a four day weekend (whoop whoop!) so I'll try to get a post as soon as possible.

Hira Sojikina



"It's not that I can't. I just really don't care."


General info, chronologicalrand physical.


*Chronological Age: 19
*Physical Age: 19
*Status: Active
*Weight: 132lbs
*Height: 6'7"
*Gender: Male
*Eye Color: Gray
*Hair Color: Black
*Physical Build: Slender and tall, with little room for muscles.
*Grade: C1
*Distinguishable Features:
**Glasses
**Almost always in scrubs. Seriously, someone buy this guy a new wardrobe.

History/Bio

History
Hira was born in the rural country–—a fact he so strongly tries to hide. His father had vanished, seemingly running away at the knowledge that he had a son, leaving behind Hira's single mother to raise him. For the years in his blossoming childhood, Hira received a basic homeschooled education. Nothing too simple; nothing too advanced. Just basics to keep his life going. Hira planned to take over the farm he had been raised in. After all, what more was there to do for someone like him? Everything seemed so simple.

Then Hira's mother got sick.

With no money to afford a doctor, his mother quickly fell to the unknown illness. She grew weaker and weaker, eventually remaining in bed for the remainder of her days. In that time, Hira was determined to save his mother. He poured over as many medical books and guides as he could've studying fervently. He ventured into the far away town, using his meager money to buy books and medicine.

Alas, it wasn't enough. As Hira reached the age of fourteen, his mother passed away. It was then he made a promise to himself:

To never let the same thing happen to anyone else he loved.

Hira had made up his mind. Gone was the dream of owning the farm. Now, he was going to become a doctor.

Through hard work and donations from family friends, Hira managed to make it to the academy. He worked hard to climb the ropes of Panacea, eventually becoming the leader and top medic. Currently, he works hard to take advantage of the faction war while simultaneously keep his grades up. Despite his success, however, there still lays the lingering ruins of a dream. A dream of a simple life, in a simple house, on a simple farm. A dream forgotten long ago.

Personality
Hira is an asshole. And no, that is not exaggeration. Easily annoyed and bitter, Hira seems to be in a never ending ball of irritation. He's quick to snap at the smallest inconvenience, and extremely blunt. He shows no concern towards rank or status, making him just as easily yell at upperclassmen if they annoy him. And usually, they do.

Despite his cold nature, Hira can be surprisingly caring. He's stern, but gentle towards his faction members and friends, and is uneasily deterred when he sets his mind on something. He has a tendency to grumble at patients, but will not stop until he's satisfied with their health. Basically he's a lowkey Mama Bear.

Abilities, and Weaponry
What Hira lacks in physicality, he makes up for greatly in intelligence. His sharp wit, paired with his studious habits, have caused him to advance through his academic classes at an astonishing rate.
Additionally, Hira is a medical master. Then again, you have to be in order to be leader of Panacea. With enough pharmaceutical knowledge to rival Apollo, Hira is by far the most skilled medic in the school.
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