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"Pff, you're terrible, Ayame." Tatsuya let out a small chuckle at her joke, the electric gates that had just been formed for them being more of a marvel than anything else. Truth be told, he was scared shitless of that demon. Thing looked like it could tear him apart with the flick of a wrist, but their hands were kinda tied at the moment and he wasn't one to let fear stop him from doing what he wanted. That's what made life so fun. Though, if he said that he was quick to act, that would be a downright lie. Mainly because the spectacle of the stranger and the demon's powers colliding captivated him so much. The fact that he had to brace himself to keep on his feet made it feel all the more spectacular. Was he the only person he knew who didn't have a super flashy (or any) power? Ah well, that was fine. He had his own set of 'ol reliables to fall back on, after all. He was a simple man after all. "We better help Chibi-senpai out before he gets himself killed, though. Anyone who can do that might as well have bad news written on their forehead."

Despite that incredible display of power, all Tatsuya could do was smile. His body shook with excitement as his eyes scanned their battlefield for tools to use against that monster. He remembered that he took that lighter from the guy who tried to mug him. Then, that Ayame had gotten them all drinks. And then, that he still had a handkerchief in his pocket that he would use any time he wanted to look extra sophisticated in front of some hot babe. Before he put his plan into action, he had to make sure he addressed the stranger trying to warn them about the creature. Ayame said it better than he could, but it wouldn't hurt to get his two cents in. "Ease up, will ya? If we were gonna die, it woulda been a long time ago. We're way too deep into things to let this stooge off us now."

With that, he hurried to the oil barrels. He looked through the bags that Ayame brought, praying she bought something he could use, a wide grin spreading across his face when he saw the vodka she got them. The barrel that accompanied them had small drops of oil splattered upon it that likely spilt as it was being transported. This was perfect. He dabbed his handkerchief in the oil and brought out his match. He was more of a pure math guy than a science one——too much reading for him to care——but he was sure that this wasn't a bad idea. If he could throw it fast enough, that is. He took the cap off the vodka bottle with one of his coat's sleeves and jammed the handkerchief in the opening it made. Rushing back to the scene of the battle, he lit the handkerchief up with the lighter he stole and in his hands held a certified bomb.

As Ayame attacked, a wave of Sakura blossoms swept through the air, and Chibi-senpai let out his second wave of stars, he brought out the pitch that had been perfected from countless baseball practice sessions and tossed the bottle of vodka at their enemy.

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"Bahahaha! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I saw the chance and I knew I had to——pff!" Tears threatened to leave Tatsuya's eyes as he let out a hearty laugh. Even the most intense Karaoke sessions or the most grueling dance battles at the disco couldn't hold a candlelight to how fun it was to mess with Ayame. That out of character smile she gave him and the nervous way she spoke hit him way harder than it should have. Eventually, his laughing did ease up, with some remnants popping up here and there. He wiped his eyes clean and spoke to his friend after collecting himself enough to string a simple sentence together. "Ayame, your reaction alone was worth never getting another good night's sleep for the rest of my life."

While he brushed off her threats as though he hadn't a care in the world, his demeanor immediately changed when she mentioned something about staying sober. He took a quick glance at the bags she was carrying, then two and two were put together. The lingering traces of laughter were all gone. There was still a smile on Tatsuya's face, but one born of nervousness, not laughter. The bead of sweat that had formed on the side of his head spoke volumes of how badly he messed up.

"...Y'know, Ayame, have I ever told you how beautiful I think you are? And how life changing it was for me to meet you?" And how badly he wanted to get wasted? Before he could outright get on one knee and propose to her, he suddenly felt a sensation of...well he hardly knew how to describe it. It was like that feeling of unease that refused to leave him, yet amplified somehow. His eyes were drawn to the cloud. They looked really ugly just a moment ago, but now? They were completely violent. He swore that the ensuing thunderclap was louder than any other he had heard before. Whether that was just his imagination or not he couldn't say for sure. Whatever it was that was going on, it was wholly unnatural, that was a fact. He exchanged a glance with Ayame as though to question if she felt what he just did.

"Ah, Chibi-senpai!" Tatsuya exclaimed. It was rare for him to feel outright relieved to see Jaakuna. Strange circumstances brought about strange circumstances, he supposed. "You got here right on time. You feel it too, right?"

Tatsuya looked back up at the sky. Was it his imagination, or had the lightning bolt struck somewhere close by? Maybe near the construction site that was building who knows what near the area? Regardless, there was one thing that Tatsuya knew for sure: everything about the situation demanded that he retreat back from the danger. All that did was make him feel an urge to investigate the situation even more. Worst came to worse, he had Jaakuna with him. Together they were certifiably unbeatable, so there was no reason not to check things out.

"Let's check out what's goin' on up ahead!" Before he could listen to a response from either of them, he broke out into a steady jog through the street to find out what all the hubbub was about. With each step he took, the feeling he had from before bolstered by the moment.

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"No more..." In a back alley hidden from the sight of any passerby, Tatsuya held up the head of a recumbent man by a fistful of his hair. Two other men accompanied them, though they were passed out on the floor, with only a bruise or two on their bodies. Tatsuya had already been feeling uneasy for reasons he could not wrap his head around. When he noticed that the small group of thugs was following him, he figured his sixth sense was kicking in. Only after curb stomping them did he realize how unlikely that was. His attackers were, frankly complete jokes and beating on them hardly helped reduce his tension. He'd be a damned liar if he said ragging on them wasn't the slightest bit fun, though. Tatsuya reached into his pocket with a neutral expression on his face. The man closed his eyes tight in fear, shaking his head as though begging for mercy. To his surprise, all he felt was a small scrap of paper land on his forehead. Abruptly, the boy let go of his grip, leaving the man with another throbbing pain on the back of his head.

"Huh...?" The thug slowly unfolded the piece of paper. His heart nearly sank. For a second there, he swore the beating he had just received had messed with his brain. It was a 10,000 yen bill. He eyed Tatsuya with a mixture of pain and confusion, while he looked back at him with a small smile on his face.

"Well, being a human punching bag's kinda like a service you provided, right? Enjoy. You might wanna pick your fights wisely next time though, eh?" The man's eyes closed and he was knocked unconscious moments later. Tatsuya stretched his arms upwards, curving his body from left to right. He then centered himself and let out a giant yawn. These thugs were getting kinda underwhelming. Kinda like all of the things in this town. Back in his hay day, he would be fearing for his life when he got jumped. Even the brutes in the city were more boring than the ones back home. Or had he just gotten that much stronger?

He searched the now knocked out man's pocket and took a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He put a cigarette in his mouth, lit it up, and put the box and lighter in his pockets before heading out to leave the alley way.

Today was nothing out of the ordinary, outside of the cloudy skies, he supposed. Just another day off that he'd be spending with Ayame and his fun sized senpai. He just wanted to get a few swings in at the batting cages before then. Thing was, though, that ever since he stepped out of it, he felt uncharacteristically nervous. Not even taking a puff out of his cigarette could do anything to calm him down——not that he would ever show his unease on his face, of course. As he walked down the street, he started thinking about what might have been wrong. Underwear on backwards? ...Nope, not since middle school. He knew he remembered to water Bonny the Bonsai tree back home, so what? At that moment, Tatsuya saw a veeeeery interesting sight.

It was Ayame from right across the street. Carrying quite the suspicious looking bag. She even looked back, like she was afraid someone was following her. He knew what was wrong. He hadn't met his "mess with Ayame" quota for the day. And so, he put his cigarette between his fingers and put a plan into action.

He quietly walked towards the other side of the street, not so much as shouting a greeting as he walked behind his friend. Instead, he put on a deep voice tempered from countless karaoke nights and shouted:

"Stop right there, thief!"

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I think a Discord server could be fun. Would help with plotting stuff out faster and tossing out ideas since we're all supposed to chip in here.

Yu Yu Hakusho - The New Agency

@Renny
Same. The dub is too iconic for me to watch anything else.

Yu Yu Hakusho - The New Agency

Tatsuya Mondo

So you're sayin' I got a 3 percent shot of making it out alive...that's practically 100, ain't it?

Name: Tatsuya Mondo
Alias: Mondo-san, Tacchan.
Title: Chief
Meaning: Tatsuya (Accomplished Dragon) Mondo (Lord)

Species: Human
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Real Age: 16
Age Appearance: 18

History: Tatsuya had always been privy to a life of luxury. Since he could remember, his parents had always been able to afford the finer things in life. They lived in a large house, could afford the best food, hire maids to tend things for them, and afford the absolute best education for their son that money could buy. It was a giant step up for them, as both were business people who had worked their way up the ranks of a real estate company. Tatsuya, on the other hand, knew of nothing but affluence from the very start of his life. He could get anything that he wanted at the drop of a hat. All the newest and hottest games, the finest clothing, and could always manage to keep up with the latest technology. For quite a while, he was absolutely content with his life. There was no real struggle. Maybe the occasional hard test once in a while or a particularly hard day at baseball practice, but other than that? Nothing.

In due time, he became increasingly self aware of the almost annoyingly perfect life he had been born into. Aside from his parents lacking real presence in his life, things were amazing. He had alright grades, was a decent athlete, well-liked, and had things a lot of things kids his age could only dream of. So why did it feel as though everything in his life was so dull? Nothing could excite him anymore. He fully expected to be able to get every new phone that came out, every new game—anything his heart desired. He could get it any time he wanted without a care in the world. So, really, what did one more gadget mean when he could get as many of them as he pleased? There was only one thing sucked the monotony out of life: online gambling. Mahjong, Poker, Blackjack—you name it, he played it. The balanced playing field was what fascinated him the most. Every victory he had felt as though it were by the skin of his teeth. The suspense of wondering if lady luck would smile upon him gave him a sense of anticipation unlike anything else. At the time, just playing matches online for fun was enough for him. But soon, even that grew to be monotonous for him.

It wasn’t until one night, when he went with his friends to sing karaoke that he seemingly found a source that could provide an infinite amount of that exhilarating rush. They were having a great time singing along some songs together over some good food when a group of students from another school went over to their table looking for trouble. Their school had a reputation for being somewhat prestigious, drawing a lot of attention towards them from less than savory individuals. The fact that he and his friends were drawing attention to themselves by being absurdly loud didn’t help matters at all. Things got ugly. Fast. It started with a few insults, then devolved into pushing, until all hell broke loose when one of Tatsuya’s friends got punched for dishing out a particularly nasty insult to one of the other boys. There was a moment of pause where they all had to register what had just happened before his friend punched back just as hard. Before anyone knew it, both sides were throwing punches like there was no tomorrow. Needless to say, however, things ended poorly for Tatsuya and his pals. They had done their fair share of damage, but they ultimately ended up on the floor with their wallets emptied of their valuables. The police came to the restaurant moments afterwards. Things looked grim, but the manager confirmed that it was the other group of students who had messed with them first. After a bit of questioning, they were allowed to leave, all of them being offered a ride home.

That afternoon, Tatsuya came home feeling worse than he ever had before. Every part of his body was seemingly in terrible pain. The maid fussed horribly over his condition and he got to hear his parents’ voices for the first time in what felt like centuries when they scolded him for going to “low class restaurants” in his school uniform. Despite the horrible shape he was in, he couldn’t shake the tingling sensation that forced his whole body to shake even as he was resting in bed. It was a feeling that could only be described as a pure adrenaline rush. Part of him wanted to fight against them again. No matter the outcome, that fight was the most exciting thing that had happened to him in a long, long time. For days at a time all he could think about was how different it felt from anything he had ever experienced before. From that point on, there was a nagging in the back of his mind that urged him to get more of that adrenaline coursing through him. And he knew just how to get it.

Over the course of a few days—after they had all recovered—he rallied his friends together to march straight back to the area they had gone to, jump the bastards who had roughed them up, and make sure that they never dared lay a finger on them again. This was, of course, a simple excuse. Tatsuya was incapable of producing the smallest iota of anger towards them. He just wanted to fight again to get the urge out of his system. After a bit of searching around, they spotted them while they were on their way somewhere. Tatsuya’s group took them by surprise, managing to land in a couple of choice blows before they had a chance to react. By the time they realized what was happening, it was too late for them to get any semblance of control over the situation. The private school kids made sure that their assailants paid for what they did and bolted before they were forced to face the consequences. This single event was the catalyst that sparked a bitter rivalry between the two schools.

At first, it was a simple conflict between two groups of friends. But as news spread across both schools over the course of a few months, feelings of ire grew between the “posh rich kids without a single problem of their own” and the “ticking time bombs who were bound to attack at any moment.” Though he did feel guilty about potentially getting innocent students involved in their petty mischief, he always made sure to lend a helping hand when he saw one of his fellow students getting messed with by their new rivals. Though, if there was one thing that the entire debacle taught him, however. Without pain and genuine struggle, the finer things in life meant absolutely nothing. With no risk in the equation, victories were hollow and without meaning—a philosophy he incorporated into his once innocent hobby of playing gambling games. Now, he was more than happy to bet real money, whether it was at parlors or online. Every loss he took made each victory of his all the sweeter. When he wasn’t fending off attacks from their rival school (which he had gotten damn good at, thank you very much), he was getting his fix of adrenaline from gambling. Life finally had meaning again. When they weren’t fighting one another, they were competing in life threatening games of Chicken that seamlessly blended everything he loved about both gambling and fighting alike.

Then, in the blink of an eye, it was all over for him. As it turned out, he had come home with injuries one too many times and the house maid squealed at his parents. Before he knew it, he was completely divorced from the conflict that gave his life meaning and shipped off to a more mild mannered town to complete his studies. They said they were doing it to give him a fresh start away from the violent big city environment. And so ended the happiest period of his life, abruptly, uneventfully, and absolutely prematurely. He’s managed to make a good life for himself at his new school, but laying quietly in the back of his mind is an endless thirst for adrenaline that can’t be quenched.

Personality |

• Courageous
• Confident
• Can keep a level head at the worst of times
• Cocky
• Selfish
• Overly playful
• Adrenaline addict
• Enjoys old fashioned or cheaper variations of the things he’s used to. For example, he has a fascination with flip phones and prefers them greatly over smart phones.

Power and Techniques |

• Core Power - Spirit Bat: Tatsuya creates a baseball bat made out of his spirit energy. Each swing he takes is around twice as powerful as his punches.
• Suspended Bat - Tatsuya suspends the bat in the air for a maximum of 5 minute at a time. The bat can support around 300 pounds of weight before it automatically disappears from overuse.
• Flying Bat - Tatsuya controls the baseball bat from afar, allowing him to manipulate it and make it seem as though it is fighting by itself. It moves about as fast as he does and can pack as much punch as a regular swing. However, Tatsuya is forced to stay in place for the duration of the technique. Should he move from his spot, the technique disappears and he must wait 10 minutes for him to use it again.
• Home Run Bat - Tatsuya enlarges the blunt part of the bat, allowing him to attack with 5 times the strength of his normal punches. It lasts for 1 minute at most. When its time is up, Tatsuya is unable to use any of his other techniques, outside of his core power.

Spirit Class: D-class.

Weapon(s): Primarily Fists/Occasionally baseball bat.

Theme:

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@Matador

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Anything in red are either clarifications that I need smoothen out or glaring issues. Check your quoted CS for the review.

My main advice would be to make everything mash together better.

@Renny

Aye, aye captain.

Edit: Oh, and to clarify, I don't think sticking to yourself makes you weird. But that's just how people can perceive you if you're too quiet, at least when you're still stuck in school. I'd know from talking to quiet guys who get a bad rap for not saying much but turn out to be good people when you actually get to know them.

Re-Edit: Redid the history from the ground up and fixed some parts of the sheet.

Tatsuya Mondo

So you're sayin' I got a 3 percent shot of making it out alive...that's practically 100, ain't it?

Name: Tatsuya Mondo
Alias: Mondo-san, Tacchan.
Title: Chief
Meaning: Tatsuya (Accomplished Dragon) Mondo (Lord)

Species: Human
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Real Age: 16
Age Appearance: 18

History: Tatsuya had always been privy to a life of luxury. Since he could remember, his parents had always been able to afford the finer things in life. They lived in a large house, could afford the best food, hire maids to tend things for them, and afford the absolute best education for their son that money could buy. It was a giant step up for them, as both were business people who had worked their way up the ranks of a real estate company. Tatsuya, on the other hand, knew of nothing but affluence from the very start of his life. He could get anything that he wanted at the drop of a hat. All the newest and hottest games, the finest clothing, and could always manage to keep up with the latest technology. For quite a while, he was absolutely content with his life. There was no real struggle. Maybe the occasional hard test once in a while or a particularly hard day at baseball practice, but other than that? Nothing.

In due time, he became increasingly self aware of the almost annoyingly perfect life he had been born into. Aside from his parents lacking real presence in his life, things were amazing. He had alright grades, was a decent athlete, well-liked, and had things a lot of things kids his age could only dream of. So why did it feel as though everything in his life was so dull? Nothing could excite him anymore. He fully expected to be able to get every new phone that came out, every new game—anything his heart desired. He could get it any time he wanted without a care in the world. So, really, what did one more gadget mean when he could get as many of them as he pleased? There was only one thing sucked the monotony out of life: online gambling. Mahjong, Poker, Blackjack—you name it, he played it. The balanced playing field was what fascinated him the most. Every victory he had felt as though it were by the skin of his teeth. The suspense of wondering if lady luck would smile upon him gave him a sense of anticipation unlike anything else. At the time, just playing matches online for fun was enough for him. But soon, even that grew to be monotonous for him.

It wasn’t until one night, when he went with his friends to sing karaoke that he seemingly found a source that could provide an infinite amount of that exhilarating rush. They were having a great time singing along some songs together over some good food when a group of students from another school went over to their table looking for trouble. Their school had a reputation for being somewhat prestigious, drawing a lot of attention towards them from less than savory individuals. The fact that he and his friends were drawing attention to themselves by being absurdly loud didn’t help matters at all. Things got ugly. Fast. It started with a few insults, then devolved into pushing, until all hell broke loose when one of Tatsuya’s friends got punched for dishing out a particularly nasty insult to one of the other boys. There was a moment of pause where they all had to register what had just happened before his friend punched back just as hard. Before anyone knew it, both sides were throwing punches like there was no tomorrow. Needless to say, however, things ended poorly for Tatsuya and his pals. They had done their fair share of damage, but they ultimately ended up on the floor with their wallets emptied of their valuables. The police came to the restaurant moments afterwards. Things looked grim, but the manager confirmed that it was the other group of students who had messed with them first. After a bit of questioning, they were allowed to leave, all of them being offered a ride home.

That afternoon, Tatsuya came home feeling worse than he ever had before. Every part of his body was seemingly in terrible pain. The maid fussed horribly over his condition and he got to hear his parents’ voices for the first time in what felt like centuries when they scolded him for going to “low class restaurants” in his school uniform. Despite the horrible shape he was in, he couldn’t shake the tingling sensation that forced his whole body to shake even as he was resting in bed. It was a feeling that could only be described as a pure adrenaline rush. Part of him wanted to fight against them again. No matter the outcome, that fight was the most exciting thing that had happened to him in a long, long time. For days at a time all he could think about was how different it felt from anything he had ever experienced before. From that point on, there was a nagging in the back of his mind that urged him to get more of that adrenaline coursing through him. And he knew just how to get it.

Over the course of a few days—after they had all recovered—he rallied his friends together to march straight back to the area they had gone to, jump the bastards who had roughed them up, and make sure that they never dared lay a finger on them again. This was, of course, a simple excuse. Tatsuya was incapable of producing the smallest iota of anger towards them. He just wanted to fight again to get the urge out of his system. After a bit of searching around, they spotted them while they were on their way somewhere. Tatsuya’s group took them by surprise, managing to land in a couple of choice blows before they had a chance to react. By the time they realized what was happening, it was too late for them to get any semblance of control over the situation. The private school kids made sure that their assailants paid for what they did and bolted before they were forced to face the consequences. This single event was the catalyst that sparked a bitter rivalry between the two schools.

At first, it was a simple conflict between two groups of friends. But as news spread across both schools over the course of a few months, feelings of ire grew between the “posh rich kids without a single problem of their own” and the “ticking time bombs who were bound to attack at any moment.” Though he did feel guilty about potentially getting innocent students involved in their petty mischief, he always made sure to lend a helping hand when he saw one of his fellow students getting messed with by their new rivals. Though, if there was one thing that the entire debacle taught him, however. Without pain and genuine struggle, the finer things in life meant absolutely nothing. With no risk in the equation, victories were hollow and without meaning—a philosophy he incorporated into his once innocent hobby of playing gambling games. Now, he was more than happy to bet real money, whether it was at parlors or online. Every loss he took made each victory of his all the sweeter. When he wasn’t fending off attacks from their rival school (which he had gotten damn good at, thank you very much), he was getting his fix of adrenaline from gambling. Life finally had meaning again. When they weren’t fighting one another, they were competing in life threatening games of Chicken that seamlessly blended everything he loved about both gambling and fighting alike.

Then, in the blink of an eye, it was all over for him. As it turned out, he had come home with injuries one too many times and the house maid squealed at his parents. Before he knew it, he was completely divorced from the conflict that gave his life meaning and shipped off to a more mild mannered town to complete his studies. They said they were doing it to give him a fresh start away from the violent big city environment. And so ended the happiest period of his life, abruptly, uneventfully, and absolutely prematurely. He’s managed to make a good life for himself at his new school, but laying quietly in the back of his mind is an endless thirst for adrenaline that can’t be quenched.

Personality |

• Courageous
• Confident
• Can keep a level head at the worst of times
• Cocky
• Selfish
• Overly playful
• Adrenaline addict
• Enjoys old fashioned or cheaper variations of the things he’s used to. For example, he has a fascination with flip phones and prefers them greatly over smart phones.

Power and Techniques |

• Core Power - Spirit Strings - A technique that allows him to create and control thick strands of string from his finger tips. The technique’s range is about 20 feet and at the moment are durable enough to carry around 200 lbs of weight when combined. They travel at about a rate of one foot per second.
• Spike Strings - Tiny barbs are added to the springs to inflict greater pain on enemies. Cannot be combined with his other string techniques.
• Invisibility Strings - He hides his strings with invisibility. Can only be used on one hand’s strings, at the moment. Lasutes, 15 when combined with Tracker String.
• Tracker String - He disconnects a strand of string and places it on an object/person of interest, using it to track them down should they get away from him. Lasts for one hour.

Spirit Class: D-class.

Weapon(s): Primarily Fists/Occasionally baseball bat.

Theme:

Hider