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My Hero Academia: The Next Generation

@Blueflame I handled it. Sorry about that.

My Hero Academia: The Next Generation

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Tag: @Kitty @LemonZest1337 @LunarisDaFox @Blueflame
Location: U.A. High School, Class 1-A
Quirk: Beyond the Barrier (Psionic)

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Yusuke pushed himself out his seat much like the others. But he lacked the fundamental eagerness the others had showed. He had to wonder if he hated being there or hated the reason he was there. In the meantime he had to get to the changing room. He was among the last of the students to leave and due to that, he got to witness something truly amazing.

He stepped into the hallway morning lit hall, at first glancing outside and ignoring the very faint vibrations of his Uphone. But then he caught sight of something black in his peripheral. He turned to possibly catch the blur, only to see the winged-girl unfurling her ravenous wings. They inspired a small sense of "something" in him. Yusuke touched his chest, his heart thumped once more than it was suppose to. The pain of which had caused him to freeze in place, a eye shut closed from the intense thrumming in his core.

Damn! he growled, fighting to stay on his feet.

Reminder to self. Stay away from the pretty lady.

With a bit of effort, he fought through the pain and concentrated on easing that simple thrumming with his Quirk. He felt the gentle massage of his muscle tissues, his heart slowing, the pain receding. He let out all his tension in long breath. The easy part was done, now to make his way pass the pain-inducing beauty.

Head down and his face fixed in the softest monotone possible, he hurried to pass her. But it wasn't meant. Just as he was moving ahead, something leapt out of nowhere. It crashed into him, bumping him against the predisposed lockers of yesteryear. The dents and bumps in the metal hadn't described his own pain. His Quirk had basically neutralized it all, that thin layer of energy could take a helluva beating.

Yusuke sat there for a moment. An annoyance on his face that he couldn't hide quick enough. Still, it wasn't her fault that he had been moving without looking. He stood up and dusted himself off with pale hands. A long second later he poured his hands back into his pockets and was stunned by the chilling blues of his assailant's eyes. Quickly he averted his gaze. A hollow echo thumped in his chest.

What's up with the chicks here? why are they all so pretty. He was happy the surgical mask had hid his embarrassing blush.

"Forget it," he muttered, bowing his head to both of them. "Sorry for the scene." Then moving with a practiced grace to the changing rooms.

* * * A * * *

A sigh escaped him as he found his own locker, changed into those blue duds, then minutes later headed out for the meeting spot.

SAGA [An Original Dragon Ball Universe RP] - Always Open! [CAS/ADV]

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Race Human and Half-Saiyan
Power Levels 910
Location Quad C
Tagging @Holy Soldier@Renny

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Mr. Grizzly glared up at the two boys, but he was mostly concerned with Bolt. He raised his meaty fists and slammed them upon the wooden railing and bellowed: “PATCH! YOU GET YOUR BUTT DOWN HERE NOW!”

Bolt tensed, grinned sheepishly down at Mr. Grizzly and waved. He then lowered his hand, turned over onto the beam, and lowered himself down to the fifth beam. He released the sixth one as his boots thudded onto it. The orange-haired teen straightened out of his crouch and glared up at Taeto before he told him, “Look, I dunno what yer problem is but I gotta go. I got sum explainin’ to do to the boss, and if I don’t get down there, he’ll have my ass. Whatever’s goin’ on with you will hafta’ wait until after work.”

He then turned toward the tunnel and started for the steps.

Taeto snickered, more so at Bolt’s glare than his words. He let the construction worker’s statement bounce around in his head. Even if he wanted too, the feeling in his stomach, the one pounding around just itching and begging for a fight, wouldn’t let him.

He bent his knees slightly and dropped to the fifth beam. His tail twitched left then right once he landed, watching the orange-haired worker stride towards the stairs.

Sorry but I’m not letting you slip through my fingers.

Taeto, all of sudden, dashed towards him with his left fist cocked back, “Yo!” he barked. “You’re not going anywhere, Bloody Mary!”

Bolt peered briefly over his right shoulder, and then uttered a curse, Shit! before he started to run. He quickly started down the stairs. “Go away! I’m not gonna fight you, you maniac!”

And the chase was on. Taeto abandoned his preemptive strike in order to keep up. He felt himself gaining on the guy.

He grinned largely at the insult. “I’m guessing those useless muscles are weighing you down,” he chuckled.

Bolt bolted through the EXIT doorway that a door hadn’t been attached to yet. He couldn’t believe this was happening. This was so stupid, and if he planned to fight him in front of Mr. Grizzly, then he was going to be pissed—and so was his boss. “You can’t keep chasin’ me! It makes you look gay!”

He turned left toward one of the open windows, lacking a window installment. There was a window chute extending four stories to the ground. Bolt hopped out the window and slid down the chute turned sideways and in a crouch. His left arm was stretched out for balance and his right clutched his yellow hardhat. His orange ponytail fluttered behind him as he bore his teeth in panic. Ohshitohshitohshitohshit!

Right before he reached the bottom, he jumped off, dropped to his feet and rolled to break his fall and the momentum. Springing back to his feet, Bolt made a dash for Mr. Grizzly who was leaning over the rail with his big sharp teeth bared as though he was going to eat him alive.

“WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED UP THERE, PATCH!?” Mr. Grizzly boomed.

“There’s this weird fella’ chasin’ me!” Bolt reported before he raced up the porch and hid behind the bear. “He trynna’ fight me for some reason.”

Mr. Grizzly growled, leaned off the railing and turned around to gaze at the kid hiding behind him. “I DON’T CARE ABOUT THAT! WHAT HAPPENED WITH THE BEAM? YOU COULD HAVE CAUSED AN ACCIDENT!”

He was so hot on the mouse’s heels that he could almost wrench him back by his girlish ponytail. In fact Taeto had tried twice on the way down but failed both times. “ Come on, gramps, stop struggling!”

He fell into a sideways roll once they reached the end of the chute, skidding to a stop in the midst of a bunch of workers. He just barely caught sight of him as the man dashed towards the grizzly foreman of Quad C for shelter.

You’re not safe yet, buddy.

It had not escaped him that the situation had changed. However, all it needed now was a bit of finessing. “Could have?!” Taeto said aloud. “I’d say he did cause one. I mean what kind of competent worker causes all that big of a ruckus. Not to mention...” Taeto eye’d Bolt mischievously as he rubbed his arms. “I think I was injured during the whole mess. Bear Guy, that can’t get the company in trouble can it? Maybe I should call a Budd Bot over and ask it.”

A rumbling growl escaped Mr. Grizzly as he turned toward the kid with the…monkey tail. He stared at the boy’s tail for a long moment until Taeto attempted to scare him with his bullshit. The bear pointed a clawed finger at Taeto. “YOU CALL A BUDD BOT, AND I’LL TELL IT YOUR MEASLY-ASS WAS TRESPASSING! AND YOU STILL ARE! WHY DON’T YOU BEAT IT KID!”

Bolt peeked from around Mr. Grizzly’s hip to give Taeto a victorious grin.

That mocking smile had flipped Taeto's switch.

His excitement was now boiling with anger. The tail that the foreman was staring at had lashed out at the ground with heavy THUD!, showcasing the strength it possessed. Taeto’s mischievous gaze had evened out into indifference. His smile now a soft line on his adolescent face.

He sauntered toward the two without hesitation. “If you touch me I’m going to put you down,” he said specifically to the bear.

“Bolt, you’re not getting out of this. I’ll tear this all this down if that’s what it takes. You know that I can.” He wasn’t necessarily lying, it would just take some time and grit. He stopped mere inches from the grizzly foreman, his fist balled and ready to strike.

Mr. Grizzly hunched his hulking form over to peer down at the boy. His snout wrinkled, maw rolling back to reveal his dagger-like teeth as he growled, “YOU BEST MOVE ALONG BOY BEFORE I SEND YOU BACK TO YOUR MAMA!”

A sweat bead drooped down the side of Bolt’s head as he stared at the back of Mr. Grizzly. Had the boss not seen how he held the beam and put a hole in the ground with his tail? “Hey, don’t make’im angry, Boss. Just call a Budd Bot or somethin’. He’s gotta screw loose and he’s pretty dangerous!”

Mr. Grizzly turned his head over his shoulder and snarled at Bolt, “YOU BROUGHT HIM IN HERE PATCH! YOU SHOULD GET RID OF HIM! I DON’T WANNA ACIDENTALLY BREAK HIS TINY BONES!”

Bolt’s ponytail could have stood straight up in shock. “WHAT?! I didn’t bring’im in here! I don’t even know the guy. He just started attackin’ me!”

Mr. Grizzly growled again and turned his attention back to Taeto.

“I’m giving you till the count of three, Mr. foreman. One.” Taeto begun, his right foot taking a definitive step back.

Bolt was starting to sweat at Taeto’s threat. He rested a hand on Mr. Grizzly’s hip, trying to pull the hulking bear back.

“Uh, Boss, y’know maybe yer right. I can handle’im. Don’t worry 'bout it,” Bolt assured.

The bear’s big black snout nearly jabbed Bolt in his eye when it swung around. His fish breath blasted in Bolt's face like a blow dryer of funk.

“YOU CALLING ME WEAK?” the bear bellowed.

Bolt’s eyes turned red and started to water. He turned his face away and began rubbing at his eyes.

The bear faced Taeto and trudged closer to him. “I COULD SNAP THIS KID IN TWO!”

Taeto’s jaw tightened at the frustration of having to go so far. His left fist became rigid as he pulled it back chest-level. ”TWO!” he yelled, reassuring himself that he would throw the punch.

Bolt poked his head passed Mr. Grizzly and angrily yelled, “Just piss off ya damn dirty ape!”

Why don’t they ever heed the warning.

“Three,” he said with finality. While simultaneously thrusting his fist quicker-than the average eye could perceive into the grizzly’s thick-furred gut. Within its heavy folds, he forced the friction between the punch and its impact forth, his balled fist rotating, a gust of air disturbing the staleness.

Mr. Grizzly’s eyes bulged and his cheeks inflated with air. Bolt blankly glanced at Taeto’s fist and then up at his boss’s face. The large bear folded over, dropped to his knees, and buried his face into the porch. Bolt’s mouth fell open in stunned silence.

“Did you just kill my boss!?” Bolt exclaimed.

He rested his hands on the bear’s back and shook him. He received no response. Retracting his hands, Bolt inhaled deeply and exhaled a long exasperated sigh.

“All right. You gon’an done it,” Bolt growled. “Ain’t nobody hit the man who pays me and get away wit’ it.”

Bolt grasped his hard hat by the bill, removed it from his head, and placed it down on the back of Mr. Grizzly’s head. He then turned to face Taeto, his orange brows knitted in a scowl. His fingers curled into his palms, balling into large fists. The bones in his hands cracked softly as a cool gust spiraled up his body causing his white, sweat-stained tank and bladed bangs to ripple. Behind his head, his ponytail whipped behind him much like monkey boy’s tail did in his excitement. A power surged through his veins, causing his chest to inflate with his energized breaths.

“If itsa’ fight you want. You gonna get it,” he growled.

Bolt’s left foot slid a foot forward, his right remained where it was as he raised his arms. His arms curled at the elbows. His fists rose to his face resting against his mouth as his blue eyes fiercely peered over them. The teen facing Taeto seemed to be a whole different person.

My Hero Academia: The Next Generation

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Tag: @OrizaSaucer @AcetheKidd @CAWs For Alarm @Kitty @LemonZest1337
Location: U.A. High School, Class 1-A
Quirk: Beyond the Barrier (Psionic)

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Yusuke had effectively ignored the majority of the chaos around him. Typing exceedingly quick with only his thumb, he had become immersed in his inbox. In fact, it wasn't a outside occurrence that pulled him from his Uphone but a mental annoyance. A kind of tired indifference that was directed towards him.

He looked around, feeling out the emotion before finding her. The Girl whose hair blazed. Another ping occurred and a hollow echo followed her once focused annoyance. Yusuke smiled, turned his head back forward, and flip the small switch on the side. The Uphone vibrated in his psionic-cloaked hand; he barely felt it at all before dipping it into his backpocket.

Then Mr. Winchester walked in. His form was terrifying. The students with mutation type Quirks at least had some human qualities. There was a girl with horns and large ravenous wings, they were beautiful. Much like the girl they carried. Another girl had joined them as well. How did he missed all of them, he wondered with monotoned eyes. She was much cuter, he'd dare say in the running with the shortest of them all. He chuckle mutely behind his surgical-mask. In a sitcom, she would be the adorable, trouble-prone sister that everyone swooned over. Next was a hyper-guy with an insanely feminine look; he was confident if not obnoxious, Yusuke assumed.

Still though, amongst them all, Mr. Winchester had to be the biggest oddity. He might have been one of those rare-cases of an insect or animal being born with a intellectual Quirk. That he could believe. It would be harder to accept he was suppose to look human.

The rest of the students seemed to do a find job at creating chaos. That was good, let someone else be in the limelight. Yusuke laid his face in his hand and looked towards the window. A single cloud moved lazily through the sky.

He cracked another smile while mildly listening to the teacher. I won't last long if they keep throwing hurdles at me like this. Physical exertion without the use of my quirk. I'm doomed and forsaken.

Digimon: World of Stone

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Partner Digimon: Zubamon
Digimon Lvl: Rookie (In-Training)
Location: Witchelny, Nyttliv
Tag: @Crimson Lion @Shiyonichi @Duthguy

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Phase was placed on the hard cushions of the Locomon. Resting or recovering. He wasn't quite sure which yet, all he knew was that warm, hard surface was close to him. A bushel of prickling fur near his head. Those sensations had found him in the darkness of unconsciousness. What was the last thing he had done? Why did his muscles feel heavy and hard, like a tire. They moaned and groaned at the slightest thought of movement.

For now, I'll just rest. he told himself before fading.

Gilt was sulking in his despair. It was his fault that Phase had been thrown into his current state. What kind of partner does this!

My Hero Academia: The Next Generation

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Tag: @Shiyonichi @OrizaSaucer
Location: U.A. High School, Class 1-A
Quirk: Beyond the Barrier (Psionic)

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Yusuke smiled behind the surgical mask as he reached in and plucked out the only item he would need for his style of pranking. A small foam bird; it looked real enough for his psionics to actually bring it to life. At least enough to fool the teacher into thinking one had gotten itself trapped in the classroom. That would cause enough of a disruption for him to bring some fun to the boredom.

His Uphone binged in his pocket. Without realizing he had done it, he had mentally pulled it from his pocket and had it float in front of his face. Three unread messages from Uriko, two from a former classmate of his middle school; a girl named Mizu, and another three from his father. It slid just as quickly back into his pocket.

He had better things to concern himself with.

"I'm borrowing this," he told Nobu, holding up the foam bird. "Try not to get yourself expelled. You got enough gadgets with you to start a war."

Yusuke went to his seat at the furthest corner of the back row. While he moved to sit down, he slipped his Uphone from his back pocket and went to replying to those text messages. In the process of answering the first one, four more came sailing to inbox, along with those shrill, echoing bings.

He sighed out of frustration.

My Hero Academia: The Next Generation

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Tag: @Shiyonichi @OrizaSaucer
Location: U.A. High School, Class 1-A
Quirk: Beyond the Barrier (Psionic)

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Yusuke regarded the new arrival with a hidden interest. Her form was literally ablaze. Stormy gray eyes followed her too-average gait. He wondered momentarily what the air felt like next to her? If it was sweltering, humid, or dryer than the Sahara.

He looked at his bony, large hands. The thin layer of prismatic hues fluctuating an inch from his skin was all too clear. It was for his own benefit, Uriko had pitched to him, despite being incapable of feeling the subtleness of the world around him. He closed his eyes shut for three seconds and found that resentment bubbling, festering deep in his chest, and pushed it down.

I don't hate them. I hate myself.

Yusuke pushed off his desk and chair to stand up. Not knowing, especially after so long, how any of it felt. The wood, the metal, the temperature. Anything physical was like pushing against a water balloon. It just didn't feel natural; he suspected it never would. He strode over to the raven-haired kid and begun to check out his store of potential prank items.

"Let's go old fashion," he said from behind his surgical mask.

My Hero Academia: The Next Generation

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Tag: @Shiyonichi
Location: U.A. High School, Class 1-A

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Yusuke's curiosity was pique by a raven-haired boy's suggestion to prank the teacher. Back in his middle-school years, he had never missed out on a chance to measure-up the surrounding authority. He slid his Uphone into his pocket and turned sideways in his desk. The kid certainly looked the type to prank someone. None of the others had grasped his attention yet but he did notice that the classroom was irritatingly bright to him. He wondered, if only for a split second, if he could arrange to have the lights replaced with a cooler hue.

"I'm down for pranking teach," he said pulling down his surgical mask from his mouth.

The Fate of Ward 8: A Tokyo Ghoul RP

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Location: 8th Ward, Tea Lounge
Tag: @Fathomless

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Naosada finished his coffee and placed the mug down gently. He had never known that mortals could give off such a pale serenity. The host seemed to be holding himself together at the seams. "You have my utmost condolences. I pray that she gets better one day."

"I get the feeling she couldn't have left her shop in better hands. Keep up the good work."

Naosada raised from his seat and started toward the door. He had another place to visit now, one that housed even more dangerous beings than Doves. One that served coffee with the purpose of imitation, one that held the reigns on the peaceful ghouls of Ward Eight.

My Hero Academia: The Next Generation

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Tag: @LemonZest1337
Location: U.A. High School, Class 1-A

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Yusuke was oblivious to the media and paparazzi tailing him. Growing up the heir of the Natsume fortune and prodigious world-class psychic had numbed him to the exposure. In fact, the moment he had been recommended to U.A. the media had converged on the news like insects. He pondered silently, as was expected, if his mother had anything to do with this.

He scoured the sleek screen of his UPhone. He had literally hundreds of unread messages, with only three or four exceptions. He stared at the screen without any other purpose beside ignoring the blaring questions and beckoning hollers. The moment he passed through U.A.'s gates, he had went to slide the phone into his pocket.

A hollow yet stylized bing sounded. He pulled it back out.

Another message from his mom regarding his health. Yusuke contemplated responding but disregarded the effort. He had not wanted to worry her, which he always did, regardless if he was fine or not. So he slid it back into his pocket and carried on to Class 1-A. With his signature gray scarf wrapped and tied around his neck, Yusuke looked up towards a teensy-tiny girl near the window.

"Good morning," he mumbled behind his surgical-mask.

He gaited rather nonchalantly to a chair completely opposite of the girl. In the far corner at the back of the classroom. There he pulled his Uphone from his pocket and started to Ooogle last night's synopsis of "Forever Yours and Mines".