Boomrocker
Machine Head
Stephen Diggs was late, late, for a very important date!
The short-stack reprobate had been chased out of the small garden by, who else, the caretaker, who had taken poorly to the fact that Steve had knocked a bunch of trees apart with a thrown hammer. So he'd packed his stuff and run, leaving behind a crushed soda can and a botanist's worst nightmare.
He was huffing and puffing his way to the training grounds when he overheard a loud cry. All Might. That voice was unmistakable. He stopped, and Listened.
The interesting thing about Air Magic was that sound was carried upon air. To which you might say 'well yes, we know'. But it means that even middling Air Mages were able to catch sounds and read the air currents created by them. Now, Stephen Diggs was no expert, but he did have an area of focus, and that was in the aforementioned sonic applications of Air. His ears didn't prick but they did do rapid intake of the currents, the magic processing its contents, triangulating its location, and narrowing his focus on the offending area all within the space of a second.
One hundred and fifteen meters, left path. Quickest route.
There was... a comment about him being late, to which he quietly said "aw hell naw!" Then a name requirement. Right. He was prepared, and broke back into a sprint. A minute or two later and Steve had made it to the training grounds with only a lack of oxygen and stitch in his side to show for the exertion.
"AIGHT! Made it y'all! I checked the time, right, and it ain't sayin' it's midday, but that's probably 'cause y'all read time weird 'round here." One of the strange things about Stephen Diggs was, aside from the drawl, was the fact that half the time no one knew what he was talking about. "Heard you talkin' 'bout me comin' up. I'm Steve!" Young Steve jammed a thumb into his chest, grinning with endless audacity. "Stephen Diggs!"
Gohan510
The short-stack reprobate had been chased out of the small garden by, who else, the caretaker, who had taken poorly to the fact that Steve had knocked a bunch of trees apart with a thrown hammer. So he'd packed his stuff and run, leaving behind a crushed soda can and a botanist's worst nightmare.
He was huffing and puffing his way to the training grounds when he overheard a loud cry. All Might. That voice was unmistakable. He stopped, and Listened.
The interesting thing about Air Magic was that sound was carried upon air. To which you might say 'well yes, we know'. But it means that even middling Air Mages were able to catch sounds and read the air currents created by them. Now, Stephen Diggs was no expert, but he did have an area of focus, and that was in the aforementioned sonic applications of Air. His ears didn't prick but they did do rapid intake of the currents, the magic processing its contents, triangulating its location, and narrowing his focus on the offending area all within the space of a second.
One hundred and fifteen meters, left path. Quickest route.
There was... a comment about him being late, to which he quietly said "aw hell naw!" Then a name requirement. Right. He was prepared, and broke back into a sprint. A minute or two later and Steve had made it to the training grounds with only a lack of oxygen and stitch in his side to show for the exertion.
"AIGHT! Made it y'all! I checked the time, right, and it ain't sayin' it's midday, but that's probably 'cause y'all read time weird 'round here." One of the strange things about Stephen Diggs was, aside from the drawl, was the fact that half the time no one knew what he was talking about. "Heard you talkin' 'bout me comin' up. I'm Steve!" Young Steve jammed a thumb into his chest, grinning with endless audacity. "Stephen Diggs!"
Gohan510
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