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Mo' People Mo' Party



Jefferson St. John

Location: Training Fields
Interacting with: Dante @Araby264, Temperance @Tenma Tendo, Eir @Superboy, Iccho @yahoo3422, anyone else who joins in


Jefferson looked away from Dante as he addressed her, hiding his hands in his jacket pockets as he placed a tag inside his coat. It was covered and would wear off soon, so the darkness wouldn’t show. That being said, it would help to cool the blood rising in his cheeks. “All good. I will say, it’s, um… Not like that.” He grimaced at himself for a moment, shaking his head. He was always more conscious of his accent when he couldn't find the right words. “Blugh, vocabulary. Just don’t worry too much about it for now. Mine wouldn’t make a huge difference, and you can use your Quirk, that’s all that matters. Let’s just go. I'm itching to limber up some.”

Walking onward past the fighter-girl, he saw Eir go up to Iccho ahead of the group. Quietly, she asked him what his Quirk was. Without his hearing, he most likely would’ve only caught the hint of a conversation with how far away from the main group they were. Still, someone had seriously misrepresented how forward the Japanese were to him before he moved. When he came back for the summer, he would have quite a few choice words for his old language teachers. One of his ears twitched as he leaned forward… No, that would be wrong. Eavesdropping is still eavesdropping, and there were other matters to attend to.

Shaking himself from his reverie, he looked up as they passed the main lecture hall, noticing the outdoor facilities as they walked closer and closer to the Training Center. The trees here were almost supernaturally tall, and the further they went towards the center of the island the denser they seemed to grow. He had been to Yosemite once, and seen the redwoods. This was similar, but something was oddly menacing about this forest. Ignoring the sound of the students around him, he listened closely for sounds of wildlife: birds chirping, squirrels quarreling… nothing. The foreigner grinned to himself. He would have to look into that one night when he inevitably snuck out, just like back home.

For now, he noticed the series of outdoor facilities around the Training Center. There were obstacle courses, fields of rotating wooden pillars with pegs jutting out, sand pits, fields for every sport he could think of(with the notable exception of football), and a huge track surrounding the entire thing. Of particular interest, he noted the large grass field off beside of the track, large trees and boulders strategically placed to provide cover. There were a few craters being filled still, from the looks of it.

The Training Center itself just kept getting bigger as they walked towards it. Evidently, it had been further away from the Front Gate than they had thought. In fact, this close, it almost looked like the huge stadiums they used for football back home. He noticed the tiered system of seating as they got closer, but it was odd. Fluted arches rose up from the ground to support the coliseum, almost like an old cathedral. Part of him wondered how much of this place was for training and how much was for spectacle. His smile got just a touch wider. He was so excited he could hardly stand it.


Jefferson St. John

Location: Campus, on the way to the Main Training Facility
Interacting with: Dante @Araby264, Temperance @Tenma Tendo, Eir @Superboy, Iccho @yahoo3422




"Sorry, about not introducing myself. I got excited thinking about having someone to box with and got carried away. I'm Dante Virmire, nice to meet you Jefferson St. John. And as for first condition... I'm sure of if I made this an official challenge, the school wouldn't be able to charge you for any of it, right? And if you win, you get more points to spend. Plus we can use our quirks. How does that sound?"


Jefferson grimaced to himself, facing away from the rest of the group. His Quirk was so sneaky, and she was probably sitting on something amazing like control of the wind or super strength. Damn it, this was just like his sisters all over again. Still, a challenge was a challenge, and he got the feeling that Dante wasn’t going to be dissuaded. Besides, if he didn’t used his Quirk, he would never reach the level of the real heroes from the Golden Age. But not this time. He was more than a Quirk, damn it. Still, something was nagging at the back of his mind as he turned back to face her. The grin was tugging at the edge of his mouth again, and he let it ride, cocking an eyebrow and widening his eyes in fake surprise. “Dante, I won’t lie, I’m flattered you think so highly of me. Assuming I’m a higher rank from the start of school, before we even take any examinations? Wow.”
He shook his head and dropped the sarcasm, picking his real smile back up. “In all seriousness, I don’t know if we can do official challenges yet. Hell, I don’t know if we’re ranked. That being said…” He bared his teeth in a grin, returning her gaze. “You’re more than welcome to extend the invitation when I'm ranked above you. And for now, if you still want to use your Quirk in our match today, I have an idea.” He turned to face the shorter of the two blondes in the pack, who had already raised his own objections. “Temperature? Wait, no. Tempura. Temper? Tempest!" He smacked his fist into his pitch-black palm, "That's the one. It’s a big campus, what’s the bet a member of facility is already in the training faculty?”


Jefferson St. John

Location: Front Gate
Interacting with: Dante @Araby264, Temperance @Tenma Tendo, Eir @Superboy, Iccho @yahoo3422




"Do you box?"

The American blinked twice. He didn’t know this girl’s name and she was already going to try to fight him. The Japanese were more forward than he had heard. Still, taking a quick moment to size her up, this girl looked like someone who probably had some idea what she was doing. More than that, she didn’t smell like charcoal and there were no sparks around her, so she probably wouldn’t set fire to the ring. Probably. He knew he should be cautious, but he couldn’t help but grin as he looked up at her, hiding his black hands beneath his crossed arms. Someone wanted a brawl. “Nice to meet you, too.”

"If you guys are interested in boxing and doing something, we could go find the training center. We could see what kind of equipment we are working with and if there is even a boxing ring." Iccho stood up after his suggestion and started walking towards the gate which were starting to open.


As Iccho began to head in that direction, Jeff turned back towards the girl with the fighter’s hands, putting his own behind his head as he looked her over again. She was a little bigger than him, and a girl… But he had boxed with women before. Hell, his eldest sister taught him how to do a proper left hook the hard way. “I do, for the record. If you wanna go a few rounds, I’m game. Sounds like… oh, hell.” He talked to himself for a moment in English before turning back to her with a revelation and a smile. “Mischief! Sounds like mischief to get into. But I do have two rules. First, no Quirks. I can’t afford to pay repairs to school property. Second,” the foreigner turned, bringing his hands back over his head and grinning over his shoulder. “I'd prefer an introduction before the fight, instead of after.”
@Rob

I dig it. That'll be interesting to watch. Really, I'm mostly just stoked to see how match-ups turn out based on Quirks and personality.
@Rob All good.

If you lose then you are banned from further challenges for the remainder of the term. If you fail three challenges you are then expelled.
Rob





Jefferson St. John

Location: Front Gate
Interacting with: Dante @Araby264, Temperance @Tenma Tendo, Eir @Superboy, Iccho @yahoo3422




"Sorry, I didn't quite understand what you said. I'm going to guess you're not from around here. Well neither am I, looks like we have something in common," Iccho was trying hard to act friendlier than he was before. He needed to improve on his people skills, especially since his first interaction here was almost getting in a fight. "My name is Iccho Matsui. It is nice to meet you."


"Thank you." Eir responded. "Are you from America?" Eir swapped from Japanese to English, her attempt at his native tongue rusty but still quite clear and understandable.

"O-oh. Where are my manners. I'm Eir Hayashi, it is nice to meet you." She continued in surprisingly clean English, bowing toward the outsider.


"I-I'm sorry?" The boy stuttered, as he brought his emerald gaze to yet another tall boy.

While taking his seat, Temperance waved at the blue haired man and followed after Eir, hearing her name within the other language.
"Temperance Wilk. Tempest."


St. John blinked for a second, taken aback by the flurry of responses in what was, mostly, his second language. These were most definitely not transfer students. That being said, they say that immersion is the best way to learn a language, and that was the point of this trip after all. First off, though, one of them spoke English. That was actually a little surprising, but a good start. “Um, yeah, actually. Transfer student.” He laughed to himself, baritone bouncing on the stone floor. “Not anywhere exciting, though. I lived in cornfields and soybeans.”

Raising his eyes, he addressed the two blond students behind the younger girl, wincing a bit as he struggled to remember the exact words for a few things. “I guess local was wrong for some of us, then. Nice to meet you! My name is Jefferson St. John. It’s a nicety.” He grinned broadly at those around him, excited to speak with people he could understand. Mostly. He looked to the taller of the two boys, a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. “I guess we’ll have to rely on these guys to tell use where the good fishing spots are, eh?”

From the looks of things, someone at the front of the assembly was going to start speaking, so he stole a seat beside the… tall, wow, girl further towards the middle of the row was she bigger than him? He opened his mouth to say something, but then the stern looking woman at the pedestal began speaking. He opted to stay silent for the moment.

***


After the principal had finished his speech, the foreigner stood tall and stretched, turning to those beside him with a glimmer in his eye, trying to ignore his awful accent. “So, who wants to go find something bad for us?”
Alright, interesting enough. So we can twirk the Quirk just a little bit, right?


Jefferson St. John

Location: Front Gate
Interacting with: Dante @Araby264, Temperance @Tenma Tendo, Eir @Superboy, Iccho @yahoo3422




Stepping out of the car, Jefferson St. John stretched his legs, grinning as he breathed in the fresh ocean air. It had taken months of effort, thirty applications, and around twenty hours of travel, but he had finally arrived at Kosei Academy. The air was clean, the forest was dense, the lake was beautiful, and he was going to have a grand old time.

He smiled to himself as he went to hoist his duffel, only to realize that it had already been taken away. Apparently there were porters for the school. Porters! God, this was exciting. Still, hopefully he would be able to understand more than he had so far. The driver had rattled off like a machine gun the entire way from Mustafa to the school, and all that the student had managed to pick up was something about bad fishing in the lake and to steer clear of the forest. Strange dialect, local probably. There was also a short mention that tipping the driver was customary, but Jeff took that one as a joke.

Regardless, he had just become a small fish in a big pond, and hell if he wasn’t going to make a good impression. Someone was speaking loudly over the crowd, but he didn’t pay it much mind. As it was, he was busy being bludgeoned by the hundreds of students around him, scanning the flow of bodies to figure out where he was supposed to go.For a moment, he was thrown. He spotted several shocks of blonde hair facing away from him and headed over. It made sense that there would be other transfer students. Hell, one could even be from the States! Wouldn’t that be funny, two Americans in a Japanese academy. He approached with a broad grin on his face, loud English booming when he got close. “Hey, you guys from around here?”

As he drew close, he saw there was a third with them, a small girl with pink hair. He cocked an eyebrow and tilted his head just a bit. He honestly couldn't tell if she was Japanese or not, so he decided to play it safe with his language choices and prayed for his accent to be less pronounced. She honestly looked... a little terrified. Maybe could use a confidence boost. "I like the hair."
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