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Posted: Sun, 26/09/2021 23:13 (3 Years ago)

For the briefest of moments, Jiu was almost impressed at the world for so conveniently setting up ambient lighting while he was wandering around an abandoned graveyard. But that thought was quickly banished when devices screeched in protest to whatever odd energies where tampering with it, the high pitched electrical wail shooting past everything and piercing Jiu's mind. The immortal crumpled onto the overgrown grass with a wail of its own, slender fingers clawing at its ears as the ringing just. wouldn't. "STOP!" It was almost like a miracle that the wrenching pain stopped as soon as it started, the sky lightening and leaving Jiu to pant on the ground, catching its breath. It felt too similar to a time when Jiu was nothing and everything where the night and secrecy were its constant companions. Jiu smiled mirthlessly, smearing its face into the cool dirt for a moment. Having freakishly sharp senses weren't a good thing.

With a grunt, Jiu pushed itself up and brushed off the grass staining the leather and cloth, scowling at the amount of washing it would inevitably have to do. The events still sparked suspicion in its mind but Jiu's priority was finding its keys first before cleaning up. Whatever was happening in the world, it could wait. Jiu didn't want to involve itself in mortal matters anymore

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Posted: Sat, 25/09/2021 23:45 (3 Years ago)

Akrshas (the non experimented ones, much better at martial arts, physical combat)

Name: Haruto Liu
Personality: They say that Haruto has only ever known one emotion and that is anger. While it isn't quite true, he experiences other emotions thank you very much, his resting i-will-murder-you-where-you-stand face does very little to dissuade the rumor. He is quick to action and slow to talking, preferring to converse with closed fists and sharp blades but also knows when to retreat. He may be a muscle-head jock but he is also quite smart when it comes to reading people's actions and intentions. He is capable of coming up with strategies but tends to go for brute force rather than diplomatic talks
Gender: Male [He/Him]
Appearance: At a glance, no one would believe that Haruto was capable of throwing a fully grown man across a room. He has the appearance of a delicate flower, pale supple skin, tall stature, and silky long hair tied up in a high pony tail being markers of grace and poise. He is quite thin, yet possesses muscles that can be mistaken as slender arms. He has fair features such as thin eyebrows and demure grey eyes, full lips and a teasing birthmark under his left eye. He certainly looks like a delicate flower that would bend over at the slightest sign of wind.
Physical strengths and weaknesses: He is physically strong. Very very strong. He would be called a War God if titles were bestowed upon people, his prowess on the battle field both with bare hands and with a sword are unparalleled. He isn't as adept with long range weapons and modern contraptions which make him quite terrible with a gun, but he's a quick learner and can adapt easily to the situation. He would fit the archetype of the fragile speedster if not for the fact that he can act as a shield and absorb a lot of damage. Truly, he is a beast bred for war but outside of fighting there isn't much that he is good at
Others- His official transcripts names him as Youko Liu. He punches anyone who calls him Youko
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Posted: Wed, 22/09/2021 18:37 (3 Years ago)

"Sorry!" Jiu apologized quickly as its shoulder bumped into people, words jumbled with adrenaline and short breath as it shot past pedestrians in its haste. It didn't even wait to hear a reply before Jiu was out of sight, tripping over pink laces and generally looking like a mess. An attractive hot mess, granted, but a mess nonetheless. Not that... Jiu was making sure of that.... absolutely not. Why else would it dress in skin tight leather?

Even while running the route towards the graveyard was a long one. That had been intentional, Jiu making sure that it lived far enough away from the past to reasonably forge a future yet close enough to still look back. Or at least that was what it told itself that. The real reason lay in its own cowardice, the long walk giving it enough time to turn tail and flee from the guilt that still wracked them, an action that unfortunately happened often enough that Jiu had mental landmarks that told him when to turn back. But today there was no hesitance as it barreled on, feet pounding against the pavement and chest heaving for breath. Panic and adrenaline kept those from being too much of a problem, however, the single minded need to find its lost belongings fueling the full tilt run. By the time Jiu reached the creaking rusted gates of its future bed, it was gasping and heaving, body nearly folded in half as muscles screamed and berated it for doing such vigorous running. It had been almost a decade since it did anything so physical, having kept exercise to the bare minimum of walking to and from work. Clutching onto the crumbling metal, Jiu coughed and sputtered as weak lungs fought to learn how to work once more before dawning horror washed over it once more. Gently patting its face, Gold eyes shrunk as callused fingers only met smooth skin and not thick cloth.

Anther curse rang out in the still air, despair and frustration scattering nearby crows in a flurry of affronted squawks and wingbeats

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Posted: Wed, 22/09/2021 07:02 (3 Years ago)

Trooping up the old stairs that creaked under heavy footsteps, Jiu set down its groceries before its apartment door, digging through leather pockets for the keys. The world's awkwardest Macarena dance issued as Jiu patted down the frankly absurd number of pockets it had access to. Those who wear women's clothing look upon its attire and tremble at the grand total of 6 pockets littering its outfit, each deep enough to fit a textbook in! Well, maybe not the textbook part but riffling through the many pockets on its skin was a bit tedious. The amount of lint that found its way under Jiu's fingernails throughout the search was almost unbelievable but no matter how much trash it uncovered, there were still no signs of the keys. Thankfully, Jiu had the foresight to hide away spare keys because one simply didn't live for so long without being some measure of paranoid. Beside the door was a collection of spray cans, most of them empty as the metal ball clattered noisily against the steel. But keen ears would notice that one can sounded different from the rest, as if the metal inside was larger than the rest. Kicking up the royal purple can, Jiu popped off the false cap and fished out what it was looking for; a ball perhaps no bigger than a penny. On the side was a small knob and Jiu twisted mercilessly, letting the hidden key slip out from an almost invisible opening. With the spare key in hand, Jiu wasted no time in opening the front door and replacing the key, shuffling around the tops of the cans just so if anyone was watching, it would be even more difficult to tell which can contained the key.

It was by pure habit that had Jiu unlacing and kicking off chunky shin high boots that it had worn to work. Truly peak fashion with its bright pink shoelaces. It was really regretting impulsively sleeping at the graveyard, body glitter and day old sweat sticking to its skin uncomfortably. Well, that was why it was home now. Stripping down, Jiu just left it's clothes in the entry way and padded to the shower for a well deserved wash. It was only when it stepped out of the shower, muscles relaxed from the warm water and rhythmic beat that it finally remembered what was wrong. A loud curse filled the small studio as Jiu hopped into much too skinny jeans and wrestled on a wrinkled shirt, slamming its knees into corners and stumbling into walls. Hastily throwing perishable food into the fridge and tugging on the half laced up boots, Jiu stumbled out of its apartment and forwent the stairs to jump from the second floor. Jiu's mind raced as it thought back as to where it could have possibly lost its keys, mentally tracing its location. The only real options that it had was the club or the graveyard. The graveyard seemed more likely and easier to search and thus Jiu retraced its steps to run towards its final resting place.

In it's haste, however, it forgot its mask, still sitting innocuously in the entryway as Jiu rushed through busy streets, past four familiar weirdos

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Posted: Tue, 21/09/2021 07:40 (3 Years ago)

The crack of a gun wasn't loud enough to be heard over the chatter of milling shoppers, all to engrossed in their business and much too far away to do anything about it. But Jiu had spent an eternity and a half perfecting already painfully sharp senses, to the point where noise was all but a dull roar to the supernatural ears that it possessed. Perhaps that was why club music appealed to them so much, the rhythmic howl of base shaking it to the bone with deep notes and booming drums blending in with the screaming world that Jiu had learned to fuzz out as if the radio connection wasn't quite perfect. But still, like a out of tune radio things could be tweaked and precious information that let it perceive the world filtered through the white noise. Firearms, for so long, had been a daily part of Jiu's life, going hand in hand with living in the shadows of those who saw it as something less than human, going as far as to dig under the bar it had set for itself 5 feet underground; a task that left Jiu frankly concerned (and perhaps a lot more broken) about how it succeeded as easily as it did.

Pausing in its appraisal of different meats and cuts hanging from meat hooks and displayed on heated trays, Jiu raised a thin eyebrow, molten gold eyes flickering to the direction at which the shot could be traced to, before returning to its shopping. Violence wasn't something Jiu dabbled in anymore and it was glad to leave that life behind. Though if the thriving pots of aconite and rhododendron that sat innocently on the windowsill of its drab apartment, busts of violet and lilac bringing color to the grey cracked walls were anything to go by Jiu still held certain reservations. With a silent point, Jiu's purchase of pork hawk was neatly wrapped up with butchers twine and wax paper, the string digging into scarred and callused fingers and Jiu left the store. With more than enough food for the entire month and more groceries that what it knew how to deal with, Jiu could only sigh and make the trek towards the apartment. It could only thank it's lucky stars that it's living place was close enough that whatever chaos bred the existence of gunfire was far far away from the little studio that it owned. Adjusting its mask once again, making sure that the lip fit snugly against the contours of its delicate cheekbones, Jiu set off, groceries dragging leaden arms down with its straining plastic

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Posted: Mon, 20/09/2021 04:37 (3 Years ago)

The rusted gates to the cemetery creaked with age, protesting as the breeze bullied it open, the noise rousing the slumbering mess sprawled on the grass. A low groan harmonized with the haunting sounds of the abandoned place, ratty hair framing a gaunt face. A ghost if there ever was one, haunting the memorial. In some ways, Jiu did feel like a ghost, wandering the world untethered and exhausted drifting with the wind until something came along to grab its attention. Turning around, slender fingers brushed over the worn engraving, running over words that Jiu could see in its sleep. The words were seared onto its fingertips, blood caking its hands despite never having shed any in the first place. To this day, Jiu couldn't remember what poison had been used to murder Yasha nor how the deed had been done and it frustrated it to no end. What compensation could be wrought if it didn't know what to use?

Pushing off the ground, Jiu gently brushed off the grass that clung to leather, jewelry brushing against each other as it moved. Like a bell that announced its every move, the jewelry hang heavy around its neck, a glittering shackle it was infinitely thankful for. No more would people fear the silent steps of a murderer if the bell tolled of its impending arrival. People would be safe from it, from the fear that gripped the world the past few years as It and those of it's kind were set upon the world like ravaged beasts starved of prey catching the scent of first blood. Just because Yashura had endeared himself to the underground clubbing scene, that did not mean that Jiu had washed its hands free of blood. Fear and terror still hung heavy around it like a protective cloak, a specter of all it's past sins whispering truths into an undeserving ear. Pushing such thoughts aside, Jiu stood up with a pained grunt as stiff knees and aching back protested yet it gingerly bent to clean up the grounds, discarded baiju gathered and disposed of. Sweeping dust off the top of the marker, Jiu left one bottle of liquor in front of the tomb as always and smiled wryly. "I brought your favorite again. I still don't get how you can like this stuff but I can't ask you anymore, can I." It murmured, tracing the letters of it's greatest regret again and again. If it strained it's ears, perhaps it would hear the wind laugh a familiar electrifying cadence filled with life and energy that Jiu could only hope to replicate.

Shoving shivering hands into too tight pockets and hooking on a black face mask, Jiu bid farewell to its home, meandering through the streets. Usually at this time, it would be asleep much too tired from the night's clubbing and excitement yet Jiu couldn't bring itself to return to the messy apartment where only silence and cold loneliness awaited. Well, Jiu did need to restock on groceries and the like and had been putting it off for much too long so wouldn't this be an acceptable time to undertake such a monotonous task. It was an Immortal, after all, not a God. The route to the city Chinatown wasn't a hard road to find. In fact it was a well traveled one considering that Jiu's decrepit lodgings were located in the area, the sounds of haggling and bargaining the background noise to which it slept to. Nodding politely to Aunties who called it over to show off their newest wares and Uncles who laughed and gambled on the latest gossip, Jiu quietly purchased whatever was needed while making sure to politely ask the shopkeepers about their day, their family, what was going on in their every day lives. It wasn't much, the noisy streets and cramped walls offering little comfort, yet it was about as good as it could get. Jiu couldn't ask for any more or any less.

"LangZai, LangZai ah. Did you hear the news?" A kindly old shopkeeper fretted as she placed radishes into its basket, the poor plastic already laden with all kinds of vegetables that the elder graciously gave out. "There's rumors that Immortals are going around killing so many people. 15 people already, it's just awful! A beautiful young man like yourself ought to be careful out there! Here here, have more cucumbers. You're so skinny are you sure you're eating enough? It would break this old lady's heart if you didn't." The basket creaked ominously as two cucumbers were thrown into the already overflowing container.

Jiu could only laugh and pat the old woman on the shoulder reassuringly. "Don't worry Auntie, I'll be safe. I'm more worried about you. Auntie is still young and beautiful so do take care." It forced out around the awkward need to clam up and not say anything, skirting around the topic as a whole. "Thank you as always for all the food. Auntie is too generous to this lowly one."

"Aiyo, if only my own son was as nice as you! You better find a nice girl to settle down with!" The shopkeeper sighed, slapping Jiu's arm hard enough that it winced at the stinging burn it left and Jiu could only grimace. Paying for it's purchase and promising to eat more, Jiu left the quaint store with more vegetables than it knew what to do with. Truly, the perk of endearing itself to the shopkeepers was the extra food that it got on the occasion that well meaning aunties and uncles deemed it too skinny and forced it to eat more. But still, Jiu was thankful for the mask which covered the bottom of its face, making it quite hard for others to identify it as one of the many Immortals that still sparked fear around the world. With a sigh, Jiu hefted the straining plastic bag of assorted vegetables and pushed through the throng of shoppers to arrive at it's next destination, the butcher's shop

LangZai [亮年] - Pretty Young Man. Or something along those lines :p

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Posted: Sun, 19/09/2021 07:42 (3 Years ago)

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On a normal day, the mid morning sun would softly flutter through coarse drapes, open windows allowing teasing winds to intertwine with dancing cloth. It would splay over the soft sleeping face on the only resident in the dingy studio apartment, haloing the sleep that gripped its latest willing victim in soft claws. Lately, that has all Jiu had been able to bring itself to do. Sleep. The dreamscapes of halcyon days was a kindness that it didn't deserve yet indulged in, phantom laughter and binding smiles populating the idyllic farce. With only an old blanket and plush pillows to defend itself, Jiu slumbered constantly without a care in the world. The unconscious was much kinder than its mind and Jiu would take any protection it could. It was a coward like that yet there could be no shame in finding the wide road to walk on. Years on walking on the narrow and thorny road gave one an appreciation to the well walked paths. Jiu indulged in the fantasy, the lie that things would simply fall back into place as it did countless times, lying and sleeping the days away.

Yet today, the sun did not play across pale, gaunt skin nor did unyielding cold eyes tease open at the rumble of life. For the cold studio was already devoid of life, cold and clean as if no one lived there. Instead, the owner of the decrepit apartment was laying in an equally decrepit cemetery as a pile of leather and tears, grass cradling its prone form and bottles of baiju forming a protective array around it. Softly snoring, Jiu was gone to the world, a faint flush on pale skin damning it as the culprit who drowned in liquor. Yesterday hadn't been anything special, another day with another gig that had Jiu spinning old tunes on new tables, the thundering cheers making the floor shudder at how many people were jumping and screaming. Yashura had given his guests the party they came for, seamlessly transitioning between old hits and new bops, throwing in crowd favorites and personal ones as the night wore on and the sky lightened. But as Yashura stumbled out of the venue, ears pounding and head spinning, old habits crashed over him and Jiu made a beeline for the liquor store. Over the years, Jiu had built up an impressive tolerance towards alcohol, understandable given its habits and status as Immortal, and thus usually drank for the taste more than the feeling of getting drunk, regretfully keeping aware even as it slammed back shot after shot. Yet it was still a comfort to feel the cold burn slide down its throat, a reminder than even monsters felt something.

Before Jiu's slumbering form stood the treasure the dragon so jealously guarded: a simple gravestone nearly indistinguishable from the others surrounding the forgotten memorial. Cracked with age, it stood with wildflowers crowning its base and a carving of a dragon wrapped around the marker. The level of craftsmanship was wholly unsuited for the backwater graveyard it was found it yet it curled protectively around the crudely carved reminder.

Yasha Chisei
June 21, XxxX - May 20, XxxX
May All Who Know Him Tremble at His Name

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Posted: Fri, 17/09/2021 05:48 (3 Years ago)

With a huff, Haruto swept out of the room, wrist doing a subtle flick as if he was used to having a coat to help make dramatic exits. Of course, considering that he was wearing athletic clothes, it just looked kind of silly to those who noticed. Willow hesitated, trotting up to Tunla and Lin with a grateful bark before turning tail to scamper after her owner. The loyal hound caught up with him as Haruto was storming through the hallway, skin clammy with sweat. "I'm fine." He grit out, ignoring the heavy stare that Willow gave him. What did a dog know anyways. He Was Fine. Perfectly Fine. Nothing Wrong At All.

Okay perhaps he wasn't okay okay but he would be. He would be soon enough. He had to be.

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Posted: Fri, 17/09/2021 05:43 (3 Years ago)

"How much time has passed doesn't matter
Surely there will be things that can't be changed.
Determine the correct or incorrect on your own
Within the distorted world & unnecessary interference"

Name: No. 9958 (Jiu)

Gender: Fluid | Any Pronouns

Appearance: Having cycled through so many disguises, even it doesn't remember its original appearance. Currently, it wears the skin of a man that is listed to be in his mid to late twenties though he looks much younger. It wouldn't be odd to find Jiu's current skin in the dark mangy dumps of an unknown alleyway, hair stylized into a messy rat tail of flyaway black hair that shimmer gold in the right lighting. His skin is pale enough to let anyone know that he's a shut in, rarely letting the sun tan it. In contrast, his gold eyes are bright and piercing, giving him an air of other worldly eeriness that would unsettle anyone but they always seem kind enough. Probably.
In this skin, Jiu sports a grunge sort of biker vibe with black and gold being the primary colors. Leather jackets, high waist skinny jeans artfully painted over with dragon and kintsugi motifs, sleek combat boots, everything about this skin screams bad boy down to the heavily pierced ears. His clothing is primed for a motorcycle, warm yet light clothes that can help keep the rider warm while hurtling through the streets. Who knows how it got the multitude of jewelry that knocks against each other whenever it walks, but its there. It almost makes him look like a douche bag but somehow he still carries a refined air

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Personality: Perhaps there was a reason why it was always so paranoid. Jiu doesn't like socializing much and often keeps to itself, preferring to indulge in personal hobbies rather than the matters of the world. It is awful at communicating it's thoughts though. It is skittish and distrusting, disregarding the words of others with an expressionless and unfriendly face but it loves rarely and fiercely, its attitude comparable to a dragon defending to the death its treasure. It's current skin, however, is as a DJ track mixer by the stage name of Yashura who always draws a big crowd. Fans swear that Yashura is the sweetest cinnamon roll ever even if he is a bit awkward and soft spoken off stage.

Backstory: Once, Yasha had been an actual person. Someone with dreams aspirations, likes, dislikes, and the biggest personality Jiu had ever seen. Yasha was a genius and Jiu was drawn to his brilliance. Jiu constantly changed its appearance and profile, starting from scratch every few generations but Yasha captivated its attention and it impulsively barged into Yasha's life while taking up the moniker of Shura. The two lived together and began to produce music together under the joint name of Yashura, two demonic musicians who took the musical scene by storm and created the best few years of Jiu's life. It was this fame, however, that proved to be it's undoing as Yasha was severely maimed in order to coerce Jiu to join the experiment. Perhaps because of its timid nature, Jiu broke easily under the torture and was one of the more loyal experiments, following orders without question as it's mastery over poison made it's killings virtually untraceable. When it was finally free from the experiment, the first thing it did was find Yasha again only to find a decrepit headstone. Yasha had been its first murder after all
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Posted: Tue, 14/09/2021 22:53 (3 Years ago)

There was a level of humor that Haruto was spitting and hissing like a bedraggled cat that had been unceremoniously dunked into a bath. There was a bit of begrudging respect at Tunla's flexibility as she maneuvered around the limitations, grip firm and methodical despite Haruto's own attempts at getting in the way. But first, it required prying Haruto's hand open to even get to the wound. The boy certainly didn't make it easy, metal digging deeper into his palm as he fought against prying fingers. In the end it was Willow who coaxed her owner to let go, gentle whines and consistent pressure relaxing his grip until the makeshift weapon clattered onto the ground. Haruto didn't so much as flinch or make any outward gesture when the stinging gel was slathered over his palm, the perhaps much too tight bindings being pulled into place only garnering an experimental flex of his hand. His gaze seemed slightly vacant but the scowl was still firmly in place as he made it quite clear that Tunla's aid was unwelcome.

"Thank you." He grit out once she moved away, vitriol rolling off each word though it wasn't disingenuous. "Now that you've finished making a mockery of me, leave me alone." He could almost feel the stares of the other students that made his skin crawl. This was never his intention to incite an event that escalated to this point. But in the end, it really was his fault for picking a fight in the first place. If he had just let the incident with the shield go, he wouldn't be in this position. Of course it was after everything was said and done that Haruto reflected that his actions might not have been the best, but he didn't quite regret snapping at this nosy annoyance. She did have talent for something more, that much was true, and it was always exciting to see other powerful people and test himself against them. Just... not is such a public setting. Defeat was a natural part of warfare and it would happen to anyone, but the shame that came from a public humiliation... that was another issue all together.

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Posted: Tue, 14/09/2021 06:58 (3 Years ago)

At first the Ivy did little to hinder Haruto, Willow being more of a nuisance with her claws digging into his shoulders. But with the two combined, the brute was no match and a firm yank from his loyal hound sent the boy tumbling onto the ground. That seemed to satisfy Willow as she very smugly sat in Haruto's lap, short tail thumping against his thigh as she observed Lin with a knowledgeable glint in her eyes. The vines stretched and broke as Haruto attempted to push away the vines, breathing coming out in harried shallow gasps, blunt nails clawing dark red lines along his arms. "Off off off" He hissed, even as his hands were firmly batted away by Willow, the dog's insistence on compliance almost annoying as Haruto struggled fruitlessly to get out of his bindings. Certainly there were others ways of breaking free (eg his sword. that he always carried by his side. very ostentatious you really can't forget about it) but logic so rarely came into play when terror and ghosts latched onto the mind. Either way, Haruto was obviously not using any part of his brain when he continued to fruitlessly break himself free, not at all aided by the lapfull of Dog and quite powerful Ivy.

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Posted: Mon, 13/09/2021 21:37 (3 Years ago)

"No thank you." came the very cold and snappy answer, steel eyes giving the supplies a wary glance. "Do Not make things worse than they already are. Perhaps if you trained your tongue as well as you trained you abilities you would go further in life." With that sneer, he brushed off the last of the torn off vegetation. "And you," This was directed at Lin, the same eyes giving a cursory once over but seeming much more kind than what was given to Tunla. "Your skills are formidable if it is to be assumed that you are the one who summed these Ivy. Sharp too. Perceived a threat, neutralized it, protected yourself. Smart. You'd survive just fine." The nod seemed curt and hurried, as if it was a reluctant complement, yet it was as genuine as Haruto would ever get. With that socializing out of the way, Haruto clicked his tongue and began to walk out. Surprisingly though, Willow did not obediently follow, instead her heavy paws landed on Haruto's shoulders, attempting to full him down. It was quite odd to see a loyal hunting dog going out of her way to pull her master back.

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Posted: Mon, 13/09/2021 09:47 (3 Years ago)

Currently? No, Haruto was not enjoying life, thank you very much. Not with an annoying wasp that incessantly buzzed around his head, sending sparks flying. And not in the way his sister's veritable library of literature described it. (His sister would have a field day if she ever heard of this. Note to self: never tell her). With the addition of the girl who thought she could be a peacemaker, ridiculous, Haruto could only feel his blood pressure rising to frankly worrying levels. He should have taken his own advice and memorized the way to the nurse's office beforehand. Oh how dearly he wished to unsheathe his sword and run Tunla through but had to close his eyes and sigh from his nose in an effort to shove down the mental middle finger he oh so dearly withed to stick up. But he was raised better even if rage was a second skin, frothing and begging to be itched. "I fail to see the point. Such things are only decided by yourself and my answer to such a question does not pertain to you. Whether or not they are true or not is something that does not involve you. Focus on your horrendous control over your powers and perhaps my answer will change." The words were bitten out, self restraint the only leash tugging Haruto back from doing something stupid.

There was a snuffing whine at his feet that drew Haruto's attention away, however, as a wet nose nudged against his hand. Callused paw pads batted against his thigh as Willow nosed his hand, the very one that was gripping the makeshift dagger. With a jolt, Haruto realized that his grip on the crude weapon was tight enough to dig jagged cuts into his fingers, spots of blood beading up along the broken edges. Ah. So even such a leash wasn't tight enough to keep him from doing something stupid to himself

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Posted: Mon, 13/09/2021 00:30 (3 Years ago)

Oh that hit a nerve. Anyone watching could see how the blood drained out of Haruto's face, his hands trembling in barely restrained anger as his already harsh glare turned frosty. But the hilarious point was that Tunla wasn't quite wrong in her assessment. Granted getting hit on the head with a dictionary was a kid was an accident. His sister had been adventurous when she was a baby and knocked over the whole shelf so he had been brained by more than just a dictionary. But that wasn't a point of shame for him, he would never find shame in protecting his baby sister from danger even if they were falling tomes, it was the other jab that had struck his heart. That he was overcompensating for something. He felt sparks of anger at that insinuation. So what if there wasn't anything between his legs that screamed Male, that didn't make him any less of a man. Rationally, he knew that there was no way that Tunla meant it in any truly malicious way, just another jab to rile him up, but logic rarely held any sway when emotions were running hot.

It was almost laughably easy to cut himself free, Osmium flashing under the florescent lights as Haruto clenched the now ruined ring turned dagger in a trembling hand. "You watch your mouth. I am more of a man than anyone and I'll make you all acknowledge that! What's in my pants doesn't determine that." He spat, voice sounding almost like it could crack and give out at any moment, mirroring his own internal turmoil. Truly, words cut deeper than any blade could. "At least I have a point to prove. You're just floating around aimlessly, wasting the chances you're getting. You'll never get far in life if all you do is stand in place."

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Posted: Sun, 12/09/2021 23:02 (3 Years ago)

Haruto had been caught off guard as vines snaked up his ankles and lashed around his wrists, sprouting from the cracks in the ground. Naive He berated himself, tugging his left wrist out of the vines only for them to be recaptured, the ivy wrapping around him firmly. Of course there would be others. You were too focused on one target that you forgot to account for other threats. And now Haruto was paying for his foolishness as he fruitlessly clawed at his bindings. Theoretically, and this was very theoretical mind you, Haruto could very easily free himself. After all, vegetation would easily give way under the bite of a blade but any metal cutlery was made of cheap metals and Haruto wasn't all too keen on warping one of his rings just to get out of plants. Instead, he settled for barring his teeth and snarling, slender arms flexing in frustration (like some kind of feral dog. Mother would be disappointed).

"Unlike some present, I need not control my powers. I am only here to expand on them." He ground out, completely ignoring the part about his temper and settling for a half truth. "Whoever summoned these Ivy I suspect is similar to me in that regard. Strong, obedient, quick to grow, effective. Not bad all things considered." There was a secondary tug as if to prove his point. Granted, he didn't appear to look very strong so whether or not was anyone's guess. "But if you insist on having such a shallow victory I do not mind conceding such a meaningless point. Congratulations ma'am, you have defeated the raging beast. What an accomplishment."

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Posted: Sun, 12/09/2021 08:41 (3 Years ago)

It really was thanks to Mother and the upbringing she gave him that kept Haruto from braining himself on the shield, twisting his body smoothly to give more space between his head and the projectile. He whirled around, snarl on his lips and ready to chew out whoever would throw an oversized metal dinner plate at his head, sword half drawn. But before the first scathing reprimand could leave his tongue, something crashed into the back of his head with a vengeance, sending the elder stumbling and loosening his messy bun. The butter knife clattered to the ground and that seemed to be all the encouragement that Haruto needed to go absolutely feral, grey eyes flashing with anger and wild hair in mussed disarray.

With two long strides, sneakers squeaking noisily against the ground, Haruto reached out to roughly yank Tunla towards him, rings clacking together at the force and lips twisted into a growl that spoke volumes despite no words being passed between them. Behind him, Willow had taken cover under a chair, holes bored into her master's back as the loyal hound kept a sharp eye out for him. "Incorrigible! The first day and you already make trouble not just for me but for those around you! Your powers are strong yet you seem determined to allow those powers to run amok. I understand that learning to controlling these powers is the reason why we attend this Academy in the first place, yet you seem intent on setting the bar on the ground. Absolutely Ridiculous. Impenitent. You could be so much better and yet!" It was almost impressive how Haruto continued to berate Tunla even as cutlery pelted his back, producing an odd staccato like cadence to his verbal lashing. To give credit where credit was due, however, even with the odd vocal inflections Haruto still appeared properly threatening, long black locks bracketing the pair in as he glared at Tunla with sharp eyes. That effect was promptly ruined when a fork beaned Haruto in the head tines first, cutting the boy off mid-rant at the sharp sting and familiar viscus crawl of beading blood.

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Posted: Sun, 12/09/2021 01:11 (3 Years ago)

Haruto was glad that the earlier scuffle hadn't drawn too much attention to himself. It wasn't like he was uncomfortable with all eyes on him, it was simply another part of his life, but he certainly didn't like it. A light crackle in the air was all the warning that Haruto got, however, as he was traveling between spaces to find somewhere else to sit before the elastic of his hair tie snapped, leaving the back of his neck stinging. Haruto had to pause at that, hand coming up to rub and the light pain before freezing. He hadn't quite realized that his hair was thick enough that his elastic had been struggling to keep it all tied up and with the sudden electricity, the elastic had simply given up and sent silky hair cascading down his back. Even his braids had come undone, leaving him looking quite like Sadako, murderous aura and all.

With jerky movements that could only be described as seething rage, Haruto yanked his unruly hair into submission and wrangled it into a messy bun. Really, such an appearance was unbecoming of someone who looked like he came from old money. (He did, but that wasn't really the point.) It wasn't hard either to spot the culprit of this accident if the lightning motifs crudely sown into the ratty dress was anything to go by. His hand gripped the handle of his sword as he glared at Tunla, eyes memorizing her face, before whirling away with a huff to stalk towards and empty seat. Willow was right on his heels, her short fur having thankfully been spared from the electricity.

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Posted: Thu, 09/09/2021 02:40 (3 Years ago)

"It's really no problem. Rather, is your partner okay?" Amaris asked instead, worry creasing his brow. Pushing away from Meng, Amaris clicked her tongue and Yuan sulked, slithering out of the children's laps and into Amaris' waiting arms. "I apologize, Yuan isn't quite used to other pokemon. She's a free spirit and does things at her own pace." He would continue but the arrival of more bodies in the bunker had the children squealing especially at the sight of more pokemon. It was... getting quite cramped in the space and Amaris could only frown. She didn't particularly like interacting with other people, large groups putting him off. There was a reason why she retired to the countryside after her adventure, all that traveling being more than enough attention for a lifetime. Children were fine because, well who could say no to them? The only exception had been.....

Shaking his head, Amaris shrunk back into Meng's comforting body, letting her partner shield him from the attention and increasing gaggle of people. He winced when the loud barking of a Jolteon coupled with what seemed to be conversation between the pokemon sounded so close to the steadily growing group, burrowing closer to Meng. The Lopunny, for her part, was quite understanding, one long ear blanketing her trainer as her paw ran up and down Amaris' arm comfortingly. One of the children seemed to notice this and crawled over, gently pushing Amaris' hat into her arms. "Amama? Are you okay?" The child asked, standing up to sloppily place the beanie over his head.

Amaris could only chuckle, helping the child adjust her hat and gave his savior a soft ruffle on the head. "Yes yes, don't worry about me little one. I'm just a bit tired from all that story telling, that is all." In comforting the child, she completely missed the dirty glare that Meng shot Riko and Sora. Her lips had pulled back in warning, narrowed eyes warning the newcomers to keep the noise down.

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