While he did bemoan the B-Class hero’s intrusion on his quota fillingduties at first, Hiroshi was more than glad that he was here now. Honestly, what was he gonna do? Fling the frisbee at them? He wasn’t quite confident that his psychic propelled “weapons” were gonna do much against a literal suit of armor… Wait a sec. They weren’t even helmeted! Helmets seemed nowhere in sight either! Psychic propelled weapons could do something to them!
"Hey loser, watch your back!"
…Hiroshi didn’t get to do anything to them yet thanks to the sudden entrance of this new person. “Wha—“ was all he could yammer out before she slapped him right across the face. “Brk” and “Bwaaaah!” were his immediate responses to the slap and the shockwave that came ripping right at him. No thanks to Audiophile, he was knocked right off his feet and thrown back. He had enough sense to at least try and break his fall by carrying himself up with his powers, though. It took a lot of straining in that brief moment, but he managed to break it even and just landed softly on his rear.
He took the moment AkaRocket joined the strife to catch his breath and get back to his feet, prioritizing the armored goons over the new annoyance that smacked him in the face. “C’mon…” he started to complain, “Is today with me…” Hiroshi held out his outstretched hands, marking his “weapons” for use. Following that, he turned his arms up, flexing them, and clenched his fists to raise the assorted objects up. “Or against me?!” The four objects distributed themselves in front of Hiroshi and began spinning at a fast speed, the rubber balls on Hiroshi’s left and the yo-yo and frisbee on Hiroshi’s right. ”HAH!”
And finally, he threw his hands out at the remaining four armored goons that were trying to flank them, shooting his spinning weapons straight at their heads. It was no bullet speed, but it was on par with a really fast baseball pitch. Fast enough that it'd be hard to react in time, but not impossible to block altogether.
The hardest part about playing Barbert, I predict, is just coming up with the names of new attacks as he learns them. There's only so many haircuts I can use until it starts dipping into hair styling!
Well, I guess so anyway. I honestly know jack all about hairdressing.
Personality: Barbert is a young man with a passion for haircare. What matters to him most is that a person’s hair is well groomed and well cut and he literally won’t stand for any affronts to this principle, whether they appreciate it or not. Speaking of which, a person’s hair will honestly be the first thing he’ll notice about a person if it’s visible, any other traits come as a secondary thought to him. Outside his hair obsession, Barb’s a fair, hard-working, and well meaning man, if a bit absentminded. He’s willing to give anyone a chance so long as they seem worth it, and he’s willing to go to extreme lengths if it means helping people he cares about.
History: Barbert was born to a marine barber of a father and a tough hairdresser of a mother, and raised in his mother’s hair salon on an island in East Blue. Barb’s father was out to sea for most of his life, but he nonetheless admired his parents’ profession and aspired to be a hairdresser even greater than them. The greatest, even. However, a rival to this dream appeared in Barbert’s teenage years in the form of a competing hairdresser’s daughter. As the two grew and developed their skills, they would often contend over who was better between each other. Eventually, Barbert decided there was little more he could learn by staying in his home and set sail to see what else the world had to offer him.
Weapon(s): Two metal scissors, two shaving razors, and a hand mirror.
-Power/Skill: Close Quarters Shaving (CQS) -Description: A form of swordsmanship taught exclusively to barbers, as it utilizes their tools of the trade. Typically very short ranged because most people don't need to use colossal, made-for-giants scissors or razors. It emphasizes finesse and form over brute strength. While it can be used to maim, its primary purpose is to provide a quick haircut.
Assume that all listed techniques can cut hair unless specifically stated otherwise.
One/Two/Three/Four Inches Off: An extra powerful scissors swipe, often signaled by Barbert holding his arm prior to striking.
Fade: A powerful jumping uppercut that uses the razor. Using two of them would make it a Double Fade.
Back Fade: A Fade variation. As the name implies, it’s a Fade delivered from behind.
Blunt Cut: A rapid spinning slash that can use one or both scissors.
Point Cut: A rapid jabbing snipping attack that can use one or both scissors.
Reflector: Utilizes the hand mirror. Doesn’t actually reflect anything except the light into someone’s eyes. Obviously does not cut anything.
Other: His father looks like this this fine man and his mother looks like this fine lady. (Because pictures of older looking ladies are hard to find for faceclaims.) His rival left for the same reasons not long after he did, but who knows if they'll ever meet again on the seas.
Hiroshi was originally very psyched up to handle something as simple as armed robbery. You see, guns are very simply to psychic away! They’re not a part of the body, so it’s not like he has to try extra hard to pull them away from people or anything. It was supposed to just be a matter of making sure none of them went off is all. (Which, he had to admit, was harder since bullets are much smaller and go a bit too fast to readily focus on.) Another hero stepped in after him and… oh shoot, he’s B-Class? Good thing he showed up first! He might have gotten shooed off if it was the other way around… Well, either way, with the two of them together they could bag these guys like a piece of ca—
Hiroshi was not ready for what these (mostly) gruff men were actually hiding beneath their coats. Those… Those weren’t guns. Those were not guns. Of course they couldn’t just be guns! A sweat drop slid down the side of Hiroshi’s face as he recalled one of his favorite ways to describe Ginmura. “It’s always fucking crazy here.”
Alright, alright, don’t panic now… Losing face is the moment you lose the fight, and he staunchly refused to lose against people who would rob a bank. With super powered suits no less! These people were even worse than school cheaters in his mind, since they took their cheating into life. Alright… That seemed like sufficient motivation to not make him turn tail right then and there. Cheaters don’t go unpunished in his mind, no matter who they are.
“You think being all big and bulky’s gonna scare someone— a hero like me?!” he boldly proclaimed as he picked his frisbee off his belt, “I’m Psycho Spiral and we’re gonna take you all in!”
Yeah there was no way this wasn’t going to go badly for him.
Hiroshi woke up on the dot, half a second too late to stop his alarm from blaring in his ear. “That’s rare,” he thought to himself and pulled himself out of bed to turn it off. He knew staying up an extra ten minutes to finish reading a chapter of The Journeys of Hershel Bennington might affect him… But it was so worth it. Nobody likes being cliff-hung, and damn if he was going to wait until the next night to be see how the plot twist would pay off. With that off his mind, he started getting ready to meet the day.
8:00 AM
Since there wasn’t any school today, Hiroshi was free to laze the morning away… Not. This specific time block was for reviewing his English notes and practicing foreign language, but he felt confident that he could juggle some superpower training with it. Keeping your mind sharp and being able to multitask was important when you were an esper, right? The hour passed by with nothing particularly noteworthy happening. Except his sister popping into his room to tell him she was leaving for work. Her sudden intrusion broke his concentration and he accidentally dropped a heavy textbook on his foot.
9:00 AM
With the entire family out to work by now, it was only right that Hiroshi leave to fulfill his duties as well. Y’know, after the pain in his foot subsided. Once that was over with, he left and locked up the house all gussied up as Psycho Spiral! Evil beware!
…Even as somewhat low-key a costume as this was, he still couldn’t help but shake how ridiculous he felt parading around as a “hero of justice.” Good thing he wasn’t required to really act the part. For now, he was just focused on finding something to help to get this part of his day over with. He’s come to learn that it wasn’t always easy finding something he could manage, even a pet stuck up in a tree was hard for him to locate for whatever reason, so he planned a good chunk of his day around being a hero.
The Afternoon - Market District
Lo and behold, not even a single possible crime or even a minor inconvenience presented itself to Hiroshi in the hours he’s been out. It was a load of crap! But he’s learned to just suck up the crap instead of freaking out over it. …Er, to just deal with it, that is. He figured it was about time to eat lunch, so he dropped by the Market District for a simple boxed lunch.
God, Meiko Mart was always packed on sale days. He really should have paid more attention to the market ads… Gah, stupid stupid stupid. Oh well, he’s already here and the deals they have today are way better than any of the other corner stores. Might as well try and squeeeeeeeeze through the shoppers… Is what he’d do if he hadn’t noticed the more than conspicuous coats by the bank. The gears in Hiroshi’s head turned…
Suspicious long coat + Strange angular shapes + BANK = ____
“Hey, hey, HEY!”
Hiroshi started marching towards his daily quota these clearly up-to-no-good crooks aiming to rob the bank at a brisk pace. “You must think everyone’s blinder than a bat to not see what you’re all up to! I’m a hero, and I wanna see what you’re hiding under those coats of yours!” This was probably a very reckless move from the young hero, but in his defense he was A) very hungry right now and B) now very desperate to fill his quota before it got too late. The last thing he needed was some other hero swooping in to handle this before he could, so...
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