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Crash Course! - A Boku no Hero Academia RP

Tommy Sparks

Tommy had a look of disappointment as Akemi used her vines to maneuver him to a 'comfortable' distance. Honestly though Tommy would have been comfortable just continuing to lie on Akemi's vines. Maybe pulling Shuko along with him, after all don't they say... ummm 'something something company is better something something hug everyone'?

Well maybe they don't but Tommy sure says something like that anyway. Words to live by. He was about to grab Shuko and do just that, hopefully making a comfy vine pile hug, when everyone started getting really serious about this 'voting people out' business as if it was some kind of reality show they were on. How could Tommy let such a good hugger like Akemi escape so easily?! This guy isn't Tumble, Tommy wasn't here for lung cancer and he wasn't about to let Marl spoil today for him! Then there was the ear piercing shriek of a challenge to Boro that if Tommy wasn't used to the racket of a Pachinko Parlor he might have been more disoriented. Thankfully Tommy had encountered a smart friend called Shuko to group up with.

"Wooo! You tell him Shuko! You're smart. This guy isn't Tumble, so why do we care what he says! He could say something like 'hugs are the worst' or something and I know that's a lie." Briefly hugging Shuko again Tommy squeezed her before breaking away when Boro began his spiel about 'trusting Tumble'. Rolling his eyes Tommy might talk with, work with or even respect Tumble, but trust? Well, trust is something to be earned. Trust is something more precious than gold. Dashing back to grab his bags of 'winnings' Tommy followed the group as they soon found Tumble 'sprawled out' and 'disheveled' being a polite way of describing her appearance.

"A little decency would be nice. No matter... Who should wake her. One of us girls preferably. A man shouldn't wake a girl in such a perverse state." Shen-Mu's voice broke the silence that filled the air at Tumble's appearance. Her words bringing up a small problem.

"Don't worry pretty voice lady, I've got this. Besides, I don't think Tumble would care and it's not the worst state I've seen someone drink themselves into... HEY! No fair!" seeing Yuki going for Tumble's blouse Tommy saw that he couldn't wait any longer. Not giving anyone else a chance to to react Tommy jumped above the table and 'pulled' on the metal framework of the building, soon Tommy was sliding across the table at a fast pace, occasionally getting airborne as he skimmed, turning his body side on as he moved so that he would fall into Tumble's lap if he reached the end.

@Drifting Pollen @Er0r @HeroicSociopath

War Notes

Crispin Clean

Bullets whizzed and rattled into the surrounds like deadly hail, chunks of wood splintering through the air. The world turning quiet, the lone soldier firing at the camp checking his gun as no sound was made when fired. Out of the rifleman’s mouth a silent scream as a crimson blade protruded, a nub of flesh falling to the ground as he was freed from this mortal coil. As the rifleman gasped his last, blood flowing down his front staining the uniform red, sound slowly flowed back into reality. Cracking salvos of bullets. Orders shouted. Fires blazing.

The rifleman had died on his feet as the blade still supporting him was tilted, sliding down the length of the blade, the rifleman rolled into the newly lit flame, adding the new scent of cooking human flesh to the rage of battle.

Clean’s form was revealed by firelight, spotless as ever, as his blade gleamed starkly contrasting with his white attire. Flicking his wrist an arc of blood splatter flew off his rapier sizzling and evaporating on the flames. Running to join up with the main group Clean was more than annoyed. He simply went to go get water to wash up after the meal and then on the way there he almost tripped over these soldiers that blocked his way. A surprise attack from the rear might be construed as ‘un-fair’ or something equally unbecoming. Fair? In combat? What a novel idea. Clean was confident with Dumah in his hand he could escape on his lonesome, but that defeated the purpose of a training camp. Plus, escaping an ambush didn’t mean that he could handily fight his way back to civilization, if there were any more parties roaming about, where he could be charged with going AWOL at the very least.

Ambushing soldiers suddenly sprouted throwing blades in their necks and flashes of crimson freed their bodies from having to support their heads. As the hem of his pants were stained increasingly red, Clean picked up the pace just wanting to be out of this battlefield. Seeing a group up ahead Clean smiled slowly, parrying dagger now in his left hand as it grew more crowded and Dumah became slightly more cumbersome. Walking through the smoke and arriving with the group, Clean looked rather distressed as he checked himself for soot and bloodstains.

“Why are we still in this hell hole? We lack fortifications to hold out for a siege and they have dense forest blocking a direct assault, the only benefit we have in this situation is that battle axes aren’t able to make best use of this battlefield. I’d love to not die here, so shall we retreat?”

Crash Course! - A Boku no Hero Academia RP

Tommy Sparks

“Plant girl? Where? Oh, over by Marl. She seems nice.” nodding with a hand on his chin as if he was a wise sage for making such an observation, Tommy took half a step towards Akemi before freezing in place before spinning back to Shuko with wide eyes as if he had just heard something horrifying.

“I-I didn’t?! Oh, wow, I am so sorry!” pulling Shuko into a bear hug, Tommy squeezed as if he could somehow push out the embarrassment, arms wrapped tight to try and convey his apology “I didn’t even realise! I have been just the worst! I am, Tommy. I should have said it immediately! I’ve had absolutely no manners for this entire conversation, gosh… I hope you can forgive me.” releasing Shuko, Tommy stood with his hands on his hips and a wry grin on his face. Shaking his head in self-derision, Tommy grabbed Shuko by the hand and dragged her over to the plant girl Akemi as was the original intention.

“How on earth did I make such a blunder? I’m usually so good with introductions. I suppose the situation got me all flustered and out of sorts, I could have sworn I’d already introduced myself, but it obviously wasn’t to you which makes it all the worse! What if my memory is going as if I’m some old guy?” rambling as he walked Tommy almost stumbled and fell as he dropped a coin to the ground and ‘pushed’ on it to catch himself looking as if his chest was resting on an invisible stick that slowly pushed him back upright.

“Whoops! That was close. I could’ve dragged you down! No one would want that, probably. I can’t really speak for everyone since, well I’m obviously not them!” arriving behind Akemi, Tommy released Shuko’s hand and a face of extreme seriousness and concentration. Nodding as if deciding something Tommy stands behind Akemi and tilts forward, letting gravity take hold as he hugs the plant girl from behind assuming it’s the front since as good as hugs are, surprise ambush hugs are more of an acquired taste.

“Hello, Miss. I’m Tommy. I wouldn’t normally just be blurting my name out like this, but I just had a rather embarrassing conversation where I failed to do so! Imagine that, giving someone a hug and them not even knowing your name? Such poor manners I had… now I’m not sure if this is rude, but Miss… you are a very comfortable to hug and smell kinda like a fresh rainforest and that is, if I may be so bold, nice. Would you like to join me and Major Admiral General Shuko in a group? That is if you haven’t already been recruited. Even then I still offer because I’m feeling rather comfortable and would love it if you’d indulge me just a tiiiiiiiiiiiiny bit longer.” Looking over Akemi’s shoulder, Tommy looked at Boro with the distinct feeling he was forgetting something.

“Oh wow, that’s right, I forgot to ask your name! I almost committed the same blunder as just earlier in reverse! That would just be awful, dreadful, and just impolite! Also, Marl! Smoking is bad for your health, you should take good care of yourself, those smokes will kill you some day! They can also make your breath stink, like that grandpa at the... pachinko... parlor...” looking over his shoulder Tommy realised he left his day profit he had yet to cash in over on the floor where him and Shuko just were.

Interacting directly with: @Drifting Pollen and @Er0r

War Notes

Crispin Clean

Name: Crispin Clean

Age: 17

Appearance:

Bio/Summary: Crispin was born to a noble house that had fallen on very rough times due to a generational honour that slowly ate away at the family’s prosperity. Noblesse Oblige. It is those two words that represent so much that dictated much of Crispin’s early life. He must take care of those from a lower station no matter how much personal hardship it would cause him or his family to suffer. Crispin naturally saw this as self-destructive and simply had to look at the past generations whom had allowed the family wealth and wellbeing to be feasted upon by what Crispin grew to see as parasites and would swear he could feel himself being eaten away at in his own home.

Still as any noble should, Clean didn’t speak up nor dis he complain to his family. He silently accepted his family’s choice and he simply chose to not be a part of it any longer. Changing his last name to Clean, cutting all ties to his family as his old name faded. With his Clean break, Crispin relied upon his personal skills to enter the Cadenza Imperial Military Academy and began his quest for personal gain and a respectable life. And in regards to his family 'tradition' with Noblesse Oblige? Crispin refuses to let such an obligation to serve imposed by those in the past shackle him. If he provides a service, he will be compensated. Obligation and tradition isn't something you can eat, so he can't live off of it.

Vessel: In its Dormant state, Crispin’s Vessel, Dumah, takes the appearance of a red business tie. By simply removing the tie, the fabric unfurls into a rapier with a basket hilt. The blade is crimson matching his tie in colour and the basket hilt is gold.

Abilities: Crispin’s Dumah possesses the ability of “Silence”. When the ability is activated, within a 50 meter radius of him no sound is made, not from clashing weapons, not from the wind, nothing. The longer Silence is used the more world loses its lustre, colours slowly fade as it is in effect potentially resulting in a monochrome world within his boundaries, as if the quiet pollutes the world into becoming a silent film.

Equipment: Crispin carries a small array of throwing knives with which he practices diligently and at his hip he has a parrying dagger to pair with Dumah in its rapier form.

Trivia/Other: Crispin hates mess. A mess means that he isn’t in control of either himself or the situation, either scenario being greatly frustrating. Crispin isn’t so pathetic as to become catatonic or anything so drastic at such a situation, but the messier he is the more likely it is for him to act recklessly and for his temper to show where he can become downright vicious.

War Notes

Sorry this took a while, please let me know if anything is wrong and I would love feedback of Clean's Vessel/Ability as I'm not sure how it plays into the rest of the group's power level wise :)

Crispin Clean

Name: Crispin Clean

Age: 17

Appearance:

Bio/Summary: Crispin was born to a noble house that had fallen on very rough times due to a generational honour that slowly ate away at the family’s prosperity. Noblesse Oblige. It is those two words that represent so much that dictated much of Crispin’s early life. He must take care of those from a lower station no matter how much personal hardship it would cause him or his family to suffer. Crispin naturally saw this as self-destructive and simply had to look at the past generations whom had allowed the family wealth and wellbeing to be feasted upon by what Crispin grew to see as parasites and would swear he could feel himself being eaten away at in his own home.

Still as any noble should, Clean didn’t speak up nor dis he complain to his family. He silently accepted his family’s choice and he simply chose to not be a part of it any longer. Changing his last name to Clean, cutting all ties to his family as his old name faded. With his Clean break, Crispin relied upon his personal skills to enter the Cadenza Imperial Military Academy and began his quest for personal gain and a respectable life. And in regards to his family 'tradition' with Noblesse Oblige? Crispin refuses to let such an obligation to serve imposed by those in the past shackle him. If he provides a service, he will be compensated. Obligation and tradition isn't something you can eat, so he can't live off of it.

Vessel: In its Dormant state, Crispin’s Vessel, Dumah, takes the appearance of a red business tie. By simply removing the tie, the fabric unfurls into a rapier with a basket hilt. The blade is crimson matching his tie in colour and the basket hilt is gold.

Abilities: Crispin’s Dumah possesses the ability of “Silence”. When the ability is activated, within a 50 meter radius of him no sound is made, not from clashing weapons, not from the wind, nothing. The longer Silence is used the more world loses its lustre, colours slowly fade as it is in effect potentially resulting in a monochrome world within his boundaries, as if the quiet pollutes the world into becoming a silent film.

Equipment: Crispin carries a small array of throwing knives with which he practices diligently and at his hip he has a parrying dagger to pair with Dumah in its rapier form.

Trivia/Other: Crispin hates mess. A mess means that he isn’t in control of either himself or the situation, either scenario being greatly frustrating. Crispin isn’t so pathetic as to become catatonic or anything so drastic at such a situation, but the messier he is the more likely it is for him to act recklessly and for his temper to show where he can become downright vicious.

Crash Course! - A Boku no Hero Academia RP

@Jabber Oh! I haven't had a need to use the site before so I guess I'll have to sign up or whatever it is you do

Crash Course! - A Boku no Hero Academia RP

I didn't intend to write Tommy as such a motor mouth. Also I hope I understood the pun with Boro :3

Crash Course! - A Boku no Hero Academia RP

Tommy Sparks

“That’s fine by me, Reina. I’m not super fond of shaking hands either, but I’ve been told it’s polite to do so. Even if you don’t like it, sometimes it’s better to just play along, but no one’s going to care if we skip that step. I don’t think people take note of this kinda thing.” Suddenly a milky white wall of smoke engulfed him and Reina, amongst the others, but Tommy wasn’t really in a position to take note of them. His vision filled with a milky smoke, the hardness was something he wasn’t used to and frankly he found it uncomfortable. Sprawled on the floor, bags of plastic toys still in hand, Tommy got to his feet as he vaguely listened to this boring looking smoker.

Wow, if this smoke stuff is his quirk than this guy is at more risk of dying to lung cancer than a villain Boro’s wicked grin evoked a wry grin from Tommy, the thought of him going to fight a villain and collapsing as he coughs too much and the villain escaped.

"Whenever any of you feel like you're done, pick someone who you think doesn't deserve to be in this program and head over to me. We don't need any liabilities."

“Whaaaat?” Tommy’s eyes rolled so hard that he almost got dizzy and was about to speak up when a girl came over and introduced herself and said to team up with her. Grinning at the ‘order’ Tommy stood straight and gave a mock salute.

“Yes ma'am Ms Shuko ma'am~! Shuko… Shuko… nice name, it rolls right off the tongue and you’re right. Few people left, but still you’re lucky you got me and I’m lucky I got you. Together we could probably, well not conquer the world, we’d be villains wouldn’t we if that were the case? However, at the very least we can have a good time.” A casual arm was thrown around Shuko’s shoulders and he looked over at Boro and raised an eyebrow at the coughing fit. Did he really have lung cancer?

“I’m surprised at Mr Marl though. Pick someone we think is a liability? That’s simply outrageous. Stupid even. I have no idea what constitutes a liability. In fact, if I’m being totally honest I have no indication beyond the fact he’s standing in this place that he has any authority to kick people out of Ms Tumble’s program. Did you hear anything about that? You’d think lung cancer would be a liability though, wouldn’t you?” almost all of Tommy’s questions were rhetorical, but releasing Shuko, he stood in front of the girl with a trademark grin.

“Still, I suppose we should find another comrade in arms, a partner in crime or at least someone else to discuss with. Calling ourselves ‘partners in crime’ is probably a jinx or something, knock on wood if your superstitious! So, a game of I Spy. Who with our little eyes can we see lacking a group?” casting a casual look around the room Tommy took note of the cliques forming. Grinning when he saw that Reina was finding a group, sending a pair of thumbs up her way, since it seemed like her group was nice enough.

“Well, the tough guys are over there. Interesting. Oh, this is probably what Marl had in mind by splitting us into groups and having us introduce each other; I have a vague magnetic manipulation power. I can move metal stuff, doesn’t necessarily have to be a magnetic material though, just metal, hence the ‘vague’. How about you Admiral Commander Captain Shuko? What quirk of fate landed you in here with the rest of us?”

Interacting with: @Riegal and @Drifting Pollen

Crash Course! - A Boku no Hero Academia RP

@Er0r I get the URL of the image and go to www169.lunapic.com/editor it's a web based image editor and it can then generate an imgur url link.

War Notes

So, quick question about Vessels. What are the limitations of a Vessel? Are they limited to a weapon/physical item? Or can they include other things such as creatures or localized elemental forces?