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- One post per day
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- Afternoons to midnight-ish (EST)
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- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
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- Genres
- Hard Scifi, Psychological, Generally weird stuff, fantasy is cool, modern fantasy is also cool, crime/film noir
Iniji Irokei
Interactions: N/A
Mentions: Agi Mizushima, Kuroi Tetsuya, Ota Nomura, General (Boys)
Iniji adjusted his uniform collar again, the surroundings were buzzing a bit and it made his head ache. A few more students went up and described their take on heroism, they varied greatly, but none of them really felt like it was applicable to him. An energetic young man said that anyone could be a hero, Iniji wondered if he would be fine with someone like him being a hero. I've never had a choice, have I? One of the more stoic-looking students said that being a hero was a job that one didn't have to enjoy doing. It felt close to what he was experiencing, but most people won't call his situation "building a career". What am I even doing...Why am I even here...Iniji lowered his head a bit more and stared at the table's glosses wooden surface as some argument-sounding chattering broke out nearby.
The boy perked up a bit when their teacher finally broke up whatever distant argument that occurred between the prospective heros. Yubiki...chan? Iniji tilted his head at the homeroom teacher's address to Amano Yubiki, a high school-aged girl whom he just met. Is Nomura-dono the frivolous type? Although the older officer's own description of what being a hero is did make Iniji feel a bit more at ease. If being a selfless custodian of societal order was what entailed being a hero, perhaps he could live up to those standards. After all, he isn't good at much outside of following orders, and if his life could be converted into something of more value, all the better.
With a sigh, the boy stood up and headed down to the locker rooms with little regards to the clamour around him, undoing that suffocating top button on his uniform in the meantime. Bright Luminary and his usual jacket were there waiting for him, inconspicuous against the backdrop of brightly colored and shaped hero gear. Iniji tossed on the long coat and strapped his weapon holsters tightly, as he has done countless times in the past three years.
WARNING: TOXIC SUBSTANCES
CORROSION WARNING
Two brightly colored stickers adorned the box that he carried, Iniji didn't bother to hide it. Not many others relied so heavily on a weapon to supplement their quirks, it was another way that he seemed "unheroic". His quirk was strong, absurdly strong under some conditions, but its weakness was also blatant, this was simply an effective remedy to those weaknesses. After one last check of all the pouches and trinkets on him, Iniji walked out onto the field, with nothing more than a few "Excuse me"s to those he passed by.
Amon Deakaha
Interactions: Agi Mizushima (@Azurian Dream ), Isa Suguro, Mari Nakao (@RedArmyShogun ) Kuroi Tetsuya (@EmperorsChosen )
Mentions: Goto Hayaki, Vigridis Alucard, Yori Yubiki
Ahh, thanks Agi. Amon carefully ripped open another wafer bar packaging as Agi's relatively loud voice rang through the classroom, giving him that chance. His answer was honestly pretty expected, a bit more well-rehearsed than imagined, but expected nonetheless. Speaking of well-rehearsed...Yori can just say anything and it sounds legit huh? Amon didn't know if Yori just made that up on the spot or was that practiced many times, he just assumed that being an idol meant you could say anything and it would sound rehearsed. He kept on nibbling on the candy bar as Kuroi did his usual stoic "I don't care about being a hero" thing, Kuroi won't mind if he eats during his speech.
Ahhh, I knew she was scary...His tail stretched out and slapped the ground a bit as the tall white-haired scary girl with like a dozen hero names spoke up, she sounded like an old lady fed up with the youngsters. Amon heard from Agi that his parents worked with some Alucards and their quirks made them age weirdly, so maybe she was actually an old lady in high school for some reason. She had a point, but it was one of those "having a point doesn't make you a good person" types of points. Heroism was one of those things where the thought does count, at least more than it does in other lines of work. He wanted to lazily say something to maybe divide up the tension, since he doubted that Agi would really feel down about those comments, but someone else hopped in.
Ahhhh, Goto why did you do that? This class was an emotional roller coaster, or maybe girls are just makers of emotional roller coasters. Amon watched as Goto basically lashed out at the white glitter glue looking girl. "Goto..." He tried to poke the other by extending his tail tip, but luckily the teacher came along and broke up the arguments and told them to get onto the field. "Phew..."
"This is probably one of the few instances where the girl's locker room would be hell for a guy." Amon half-heartedly replied to Kuroi's passing comment as he high-fived Agi.
"You think Suppression likes the flashy types? I thought it was about being all tactical or something." Spinning the locker lock with his tail tip Amon asked Agi about his comment earlier. The locker popped open as its contents were wrapped up by the demon tail as well. Amon laid out the pieces of his gear along one side of the locker room, taking up basically the entire slice with the 12-foot long equipment as he slowly snapped it onto his tail. Twirling it somewhat as he got used to the small bit of extra weight the demon bunched up his long hair, holding one end of a hair ribbon with his teeth and another with his tail tip.
"Yori's lucky that he doesn't need to do this," Amon muttered as he caught up to the few that left early. "Hello there, Isa-san, Mari-san." He waved to the girls who were out already with his tail as he kept on trying to tighten his hair tie, "Let me know if Agi is bothering you, not you Kuroi, haha-ow." The young man twitched a bit as he definitely tugged his hair too hard, "maybe I'll cut it short, Suppression is like the military right?"