Fandom You Either Die A Hero, Or You Live Long Enough To See Yourself Become The Villain. (IC)

[Servant]

» Nakano Harada

『 TAGGED 』Interaction: AriAriAbabwa Refaulted poi Mentions: Ichiro, Kat, Krauss, Charlie

Despite Nakano’s general discomfort caused by her predicament she was alleviated to discover the wonders provided by the natural analgesic that was delicious food. Granted, no matter how much she stuffed her mouth her scorched skin wouldn’t just heal up, but it at least kept her mind away from her aching skin. Speaking of which, with this being her second proper meal served by the resort, it was safe to say that food had yet to fully disappoint her. Right now the only nitpick that remained was the resort’s constant denial at Nakano’s requests for some raw meat, but with food of this quality that was something she could overlook. For now at least. As she gobbled up like the animal she was, Nakano picked up on the conversation being held between Charlie and Ichiro, with the occasional input made by Kat and a newly arrived Krauss. Bah, I call it a conversation, but it was more like a verbal showdown. Watching both of them attempt to crown the other as the ruler of all idiots was amusing to say the least, especially when you considered that both of them were already the king and queen of that subject. Unlike Nakano, they both lacked the menta-

"Nakano! You're going to get heatstroke in all those layers!"

The tiger girl’s reaction was absolutely instantaneous, her animalistic instincts kicked into overdrive the moment Tatsuo began her motion. Nakano’s immediate reaction was to slap away the shrine maiden’s hands using the back of one of her own. Problem is, instincts don’t usually account for the immediate consequence of the actions it enforces, so immediately after the slapping took place the back of Nakano’s hand felt like it had come into contact with an active iron. In an attempt to find relief Nakano had to take desperate measures, and so she stuck her entire hand into the ice-filled jug of water. A brief moment of silence ensued, before she finally uttered a response:

“Tatsuo…” Nakano muttered, anger oozing from her tone of voice. “...if you try to touch me again, I’ll be aiming for your face next.”

Threatening the shrine maiden was something Nakano never truly envisioned herself doing, nor was she fully comfortable with the idea of doing so. Placing all of her seniors into a tier list revealed that Tatsuo found herself in the upper echelons of the list, surprisingly not too far away from the old man. Sure, this didn’t mean she was safe from Nakano’s usual nature, but such a direct and honest threat was still surprising to herself. But it was a necessary evil, her pride was in the line after all. After a few more seconds Nakano removed her hand from the jug and dried it off carefully with her napkin, just in time for the new arrival too.

(Insert Kouki’s speech here)

Shit, a friend of Ichiro. Although, considering he had two daughters, maybe he wasn’t a complete waste to humanity’s progress, unlike that drunken loser. He also didn’t look like a pansy or a rookie, which added points in his favor. The least she could do was return his presentation with the best possible level of Nakano courtesy: “Yo, name’s Nakano Harada, the pleasure is mutual. Everything and anything Ichiro has said is a lie.” How very well-mannered.

“So what’d you all do once we got here, anyway? And hmm… Somebody... err, someone wanna explain what's going on with that? Seriously.”

Ah, I guess we are jumping from pleasantries back into a patented Nakano interaction: “Zip it rookie, stick your nose into my business and your face might not be so photogenic anymore.”

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[Pyosimros]

SHIN NAOSAWA

W/ TABLE GANG

Everyone had already settled in by the time Shin arrived. His left hand held a glass of water, while his right held a plate of rice, layered by a stack of vegetables, which was topped by a generous helping of assorted meats. Finding the table wasn't much of an issue—his allies were...each unique in their own way. And further, practically from the other side of the buffet he could hear their bickering as various members began to exchange banter. Cautiously, he slowly approached the table with his tower of food, eying the nearest available seat.

As he approached, some new faces began to become extremely apparent. The most notable of which was an old man, accompanied by three children. Could he be a new member? Or an old man simply seeking the company of others. As Shin silently slid into his seat, he could only wonder.

The table began to further converse as Shin began to work on the first plate of his multiple course meal, eavesdropping on whatever topics were being discussed amongst his team. The argument between Charlie and Ichiro seemed to settle down, as well as the conflict between Tatsuo and Nakano. Though in particular Shin paid attention to the various introductions given by the strangers of the table. Shin immediately recognized Shinobu—the white-haired hero that was present during the bank incident. As he introduced himself, Shin responded with a nod of acknowledgement as he took another bite of his steak. Kouki's introduction however prompted the members for their names, and following Nakano's introduction, the raven-haired man cleared his throat and looked up from his mountain of food.

"It's nice to meet you, I'm Shin Naosawa." He paused for a moment to take a sip of his water, before refocusing his attention on the conversation. "I've never met a member of the Marma-Lad Agency before. Are you headed back to Kobe after your vacation?"

TAGS: Everyone :blushu:

 

[Britt-21]

Literally everyone at the table because I aint taggin everyone lmao

Katherine closed her eyes for a brief moment. Tsukuyomi joined the bickering that was already going on before she had gotten there. Nakano and Tatsuo came in and joined the party not long after. The tension is thick, I can feel it, especially between those two. her eyes opened and shifted slowly between Charlie and Ichiro Ichiro isn't usually like this. He's more or less just drink, fight, and just do work when he needs to. Lately he's changed, maybe I should bring it up to Eagle? Perhaps give Ichiro a break. On top of that, maybe talk with Charlie a little bit, give her a better grasp since she is a new hire. she thought to herself as her hands rested into her lap. Krauss soon came in as well and sat by the smaller woman, allowing her to give him a brief nod in greeting. Charlie hashed out more words toward Ichiro and a soft sigh escaped her nostrils. At least Krauss was just as quiet as she was and didn't bother to add too much fire to what was already burning. How more chaotic could this group with the high ranking Heroes get? I don't think Eagle even realized that some of us probably couldn't be around eachother for more than 10 minutes...Exhibit A with Charlie and Ichiro.

Something she would have to complain to Eagle about. Soon a stranger joined the group with two young girls, making Katherine almost raise an eyebrow. Ichiro made a friend here? Well that was good for him. His name was Kouki, an agent in the Marma-Lad Agency. Another Hero, not bad at all. Then the girls introduced themselves as they were the daughters of Kouki. When it was time for Introductions, Kathy waited till there was an opening, to which she took and spoke "Katherine Mae, you can call me whatever fits your taste..." it was highly unlikely that she was heard with all the noise going on. Sometimes she felt burdened by her own voice just because of situations like this one. Shinobu joined, seemingly to be one of the last few to join the group for dinner. Ichiro took his leave from the group, making her wonder what was going on in that alcohol-induced head of his.

Last but not least, Shin joined the group and everyone practically had made it to the dinner. But it felt like a fight would break out in any moment. If that were the case, maybe she would dip as fast as she could. They were all adults, not rebel teenagers.​

 

[StealthyShades]

Bottles of Accusations

Tsukuyomi Hachiman

Bottems Up

The comment that Tsukuyomi received was not what he expected. The amount of sass and passive-aggressiveness from one woman was unheard of unless your name was Nakano or - When she is annoyed- Kathy. The anger was different. That dosage of anger made him question if this was natural or if Charlie was hanging out with Nakano too much.“..Tsukuyomi had a troublesome run-in with 'eccentric' fans a little earlier! So my best guess is that they're still wound up from the past hours." He ignored the statement that he heard. He was trying to forget that it happened. His charm would have changed the outcome of that chaos but it would be right to flirt with fans when he has Grace back in Tokyo.

As the banter between everyone continued to disperse, Tsuki began to become annoyed with everyone and decided to finally grab some food. He wasn’t hungry much, he just wanted to get away from everyone for a minute or two. As he got closer to the buffet the smell of food from multiple cultures hit his nose. They weren’t kidding that you could literally order anything. When deciding what he wanted to eat he looked up and saw that Ichiro separated himself from the group. Now come on man. I’m pretty sure I probably should check on him. Just in case. Instead of getting a plate full of food, he just grabbed two egg rolls by wrapping them in a napkin and sending them in his jacket pocket.

He made his way to the closest waiter and asked him for a favor as he handed him a small wad of cash. “Hey, can you send your biggest steak, raw, two the table over there and say it’s for Nakano. As well as can you send a couple of plates of Japanese cheesecake with an assortment of sweets. That one will be for a woman named Kathy and the kids.” The waiter was stunned at the amount that the gentleman gave him in quickly and nervously put the order in the system. “Oh, one more thing.” The Gentleman points to a bottle of rum. “..and I want that as well. The full bottle.”

The food began to come out as soon as Tsuki was out the door because it doesn’t take that long to not cook a steak. He knew Ichiro wasn’t having any of the bullshit that is this vacation. Smoking, drinking, and fighting was his vacation. And no one was going to change that. “So it looks like you're having fun, Friend,” he said jokingly with a little smile. He holds the bottle up to The scarred face hero. “You want me to top you off?”

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[Maxxob]

CODE / ARKNIGHT

Krauss - The Specialist

Location: Dinning Area

Servant AriAriAbabwa Refaulted poi

With the newcomer approaching the table, apparently from a different agency, some of Krauss’ colleagues started to introduce themselves. The German thought he might as well extend the same courtesy - “Krauss Hofstadter, also known as the Specialist” - he said, looking at Kouki and, in succession, at both of his daughters for a brief moment, before focusing on his plate once again and continuing to take bites of it.

Suddenly, the man stopped, getting up from his seat. With his glass in hand, he walked over to the bar, with relaxed, carefree steps. During the whole process, the man kept a steady pace. When he got to the counter, he asked for a tonic and gin, handing over his glass. It didn’t take long for the bartender to prepare the concoction. However, since the German actually used the glass that was supposed to be filled with water in case he needed it, he ended up with quite a bit of the alcoholic beverage in it.

Making his way back to the table, the Westerner encountered no impediments at all. Sitting down on his seat once again, he took a generous swig of the liquid in his glass, taking his time. The delicious beverage lubricated his vocal cords and, at the end of his last gulp, the German let out an audible sign of almost pleasure.

After tasting the addictive beverage, the man went back to eating. His nibble fingers used the cutlery with great finesse, with no wasted movements. The knife in his hand only cut small bits of the meat, as the man was clearly not in a rush to finish his plate. The fork slowly kept making his way to his mouth, which was slightly open. The silverware kept making its way inside the dark cavern, delivering the delicious morsel to the hungry jaws. And, as much as he concentrated in his own chewing, it was impossible to not notice the commotion between Nakano and Tatsuo, as well as his elevator buddy, Shinobu, asking in clear confusion about what was happening.

With a hard swallow, the crushed meat made its way down Krauss’ throat. Taking a napkin with his left hand, he cleaned his mouth with slow taps, apparently avoiding harsh movements - “Shinobu, I am pretty sure the maiden is trying to ‘get it on’ with the feline” - he made the comment in his usual monotone, first focusing on the albino man and, in succession, on Tatsuo herself - “I thought mikos were supposed to keep their virginity intact. Was I wrong?” - he asked, while his eyes peered behind the green glassed opticals. It was anyone’s wonder to know if the man was being serious or if he was joking, as his poker face never changed, not even for a single bit.

 

[leviohsa]

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charlie

beachside dinner

krauss, ichiro, kouki n fam

over it

After Charlie spoke her thoughts,

she couldn't deny the relief she felt lift off her shoulders. Even if the asshole wasn't even listening to her. It felt good to tell him off, in a way. The arrival of Kouki and his two daughters helped greatly, providing a perfect distraction for the group. Charlie kept quiet, continuing to eat her ribs whilst the group decided to introduce themselves to the humble family. Normally, she would be polite and introduce herself, but she decided to let her coworkers speak up, considering the commotion she and Ichiro made almost immediately. Besides, her anger was still ebbing away slowly but surely. Keeping her mouth shut would be best to avoid making any more enemies.

Her silence didn't stop her from rolling her eyes as the more experienced hero walked away, his annoying laughter trailing off while he made himself scarce. Her eyes eventually returned to the table and those around her. She couldn't help but notice how.. out of sync she was. Should she really be here? All her contributions so far seem to be negative, and the only person she managed to be friendly with more than likely only did it for the sake of the team. Charlie knew she really needed to prove herself once this getaway was over.

Her gaze remained blank, almost relaxed, until a deeper voice beside her spoke up, “Shinobu, I am pretty sure the maiden is trying to ‘get it on’ with the feline.. I thought mikos were supposed to keep their virginity intact. Was I wrong?”

Charlie nearly choked on the last of her ribs, her once relaxed brows now furrowed in confusion, "Sorry, I know there are kids here, but... What the hell, goggles? You can't be serious!" Addressing him by his (kinda lame) nickname, despite knowing his true name, a laugh couldn't help but escape her lips, "Jesus Christ, dude.." Turning back towards the two girls named Machi and Suzemi and their father, she continued, "Sorry, guys. The name's Charlie." The rookie lifted a pale hand, extending and tilted in a quick wave. "If you want entertainment, you really scored by hanging out with us."

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[The Regal Rper]

Armel | Eagle Agency

Mentions: N/A

Interactions: Britt-21 (Ichika Higa & Akari) Phayne (Sir Cross)

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Impressed would have been an understatement.

The ability to make illusions of almost any size with his hair. That was certainly quite interesting. When Cross made the titan, Armel had to admit he took a step back out of instinct and also to get a better view. If Cross had the training, which judging from his general pasty appearance it might have been possible that he perhaps didn't have the physical stamina to perform out on the open field for the periods it might require, he could see him being quite the successful support hero.

Being able to do something like that on the field could be quite the support. It could be used to distract enemies, set up attacks, or if he was understanding it right, locate and track criminals. A living network of information.

Armel whistled. "Impressive. I wouldn't sell yourself out so short. You could do a lot of work and find yourself in lucrative pay depending on what you decided to do. If you can retain the information your illusions see you could do anything from hero work without even having to move a spot if you were really good at controlling your illusions. You could support teams from a distance, or you could even do security work if you wanted depending on how complex you can get with those illusions. Honestly" the delight in Armel's voice and the praise was echoed by the clap, "I am really impressed." He surmised. "You may not have the experience, but Miss Ichika, I'd be lying if I said an opportunity like him were wasted. I know it's not the norm to hire the inexperienced, but Miss Akari, I really think he has a big future depending on what he wants to do."

Despite the imposing glowing eyes and shadowy form, Armel did seem genuinely impressed. "Well then, I guess I just need to show you what I can do, right? Mind entertaining these two for a bit?" He asked.

Then without waiting, Armel initiated his full transformation. In a instant, he was nothing but a silhouette, even his clothes were essentially gone, swallowed by the darkness that crawled along his skin and body, consuming him whole; a living shadow with no features but glowing eyes. Hair undulating despite there being no breeze.

"Alright" he said in a slightly lighter voice that had a minor echo to it, hollow almost, "let's see. Why don't I put you through a bit of a test run. You have any hobbies or something you like? We could make this interesting. You help me entertain these two by showing us what you can do, and maybe you tell me something about yourself and we can work something out. Deal? I'll tell you what I can do so you aren't too surprised since you told me what you can do. If we both pass this interview, then I'll treat you- how's that sound?"

 

[AriAriAbabwa]

Interacting: leviohsa (Charlie) Slav (Ichiro) StealthyShades (Tsukuyomi) Servant (Nakano) Britt-21 (Katherine) @EveryoneIGuess??
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"O-Oh... I'm sorry..." Tatsuo sheepishly muttered, backing away from the Tiger-Quirked hero. The shrine-maiden typically was not the target of Nakano's aggression, so not only did she take the warning for what it was and leave Nakano to her own devices, but there was genuine intimidation as she retreated to her seat. I suppose if she's fine under there... The Miko shook her head with a slight smile. Maybe everyone else is in a better mood?

She looked to her friend Charlie, who she backed earlier against Ichiro's fire. "Ch—" Not even another word in, and the rookie went all in with her retaliation. Tatsuo's smile twitched. "Nevermind..." Not even realizing it, Tatsuo had scooted closer to Katherine during Charlie's rant.

But when she turned to calm, quiet Katherine, Tatsuo couldn't help but feel Nexette's tranquility spread across to her. "Dinner is certainly turning more chaotic than I—"

"Shinobu, I am pretty sure the maiden is trying to ‘get it on’ with the feline." This time, her eyebrow twitched as her head spun towards the speaker, and Tatsuo prayed to all of the kami in the world that Krauss did not say what she thought she heard. He was quiet, sure, so maybe it was all just a misunder—"I thought mikos were supposed to keep their virginity intact. Was I wrong?" Then came Shinobu's inquire, to which she could feel his eyes on them. "Somebody... err, someone wanna explain what's going on with that? Seriously." A vein may have burst in the shrine-maiden's forehead in that very moment.

At this rate, it was a good thing her food choice was cold soba noodles. Speaking of, maybe talking about the food would lighten things up? "Ichi—" Oh. He left. Then, maybe... "Tsuku—" Oh. He left to follow Ichiro. Still smiling, Tatsuo looked down calmly at her lap. "Nevermind, then."

A glance at Katherine, and Tatsuo could feel at ease again. Thank goodness for you... she thought. She wondered if Katherine, despite how quiet she was at times, realized just how cool-headed she was compared to many of the others in the agency; and just how much her attitude was appreciated.

Then arrived a newcomer with two of the cutest beams of light that today so desperately needed. Tatsuo recognized him as the man who Ichiro apparently befriended earlier at the bar, and he introduced himself as Kouki Kaneko of the Marma-Lad Agency in Kobe. The muscles in her smile softened, becoming genuine instead. "You three are more than welcome to join us! Conveniently, we just had two seats open up," she remarked. When it came to her, the shrine-maiden rose to give a polite bow. "Tatsuo Iori, call me whatever you'd like; it's a pleasure to meet you! And, apologies for the unseemly display... I promise we're not usually like this." Though she mentioned it, she appeared less stressed about their gathering tonight than before.

Tatsuo watched the Kaneko children dig into their dinners as she then approached their father. "Excuse me, do your children like ice cream?"

 

[Phayne]

Britt-21 The Regal Rper


The giant beast continued to stare down the man standing opposite of Freed, its hulkish visage often times more than enough to scare of would-be-attackers; the wolf in sheep's clothing a useful tactic to fend off the common thug brazen enough to dare attempt to steal Freed's haul of cup noodles whenever he made the rare trip out of his home. Not that he had any experience actually using it out for hero-work. Once it became known that there was no 'substance' behind the illusion, his parlour trick would be all but over.

Out of habit, Freed began to slowly withraw back into himself; waiting for the inevitable "Well its impressive, but not really hero material". reply that he had convinced himself would be the case. A natural outcome given he was always the villain and never the hero whenever they played in school. Confidence in his abilities outside of the 'hikkikomori lifestyle' was at an all time low for him and he had already convinced himself that this interview would end in failure. His earlier antics only helped fuel his negativity.

Alas, amidst the shadows that gradually grew to envelop Mirdaun; a ray of hope shone upon Freed; causing him to stare at the hero in visible confusion. Is he praising me? questioned Freed to himself as he fixed his gaze upon the man who was waxing lyrical from just a smidgen of what Freed had shown him. This was an unfamiliar feeling for Freed, to have a man who was moments ago a stranger now praising him.

"L.. L... Lucrative p.. pay..?" muttered Freed as his iris's turned to dollar signs, his mind momentarily allowing itself to imagine a massive gaming room; with each corner assigned to a specific console. A ramen noodle fountain in the center of the room and a surround sound system that could play each and every opening to an anime show through simple voice command. Heaven. Though the clap from Armel did shock him back to the real world in time to see his newfound 'Senpai' fighting for his corner and vouching for him to get the job. If Freed wasn't inwardly terrified by the shadows growing around Arnel, he'd have flung himself over to the man and worshiped him like the lord and saviour he currently was.

At a loss for words, Freed raised a right arm to his face to wipe the tears beginning to stream down his face as he listened attentively to Arnel's suggestion; nodding in agreement to his proposal. By now Arnel's appearance had completely been swallowed by the shadows; glowing eyes giving him an ethereal yet intimidating appearance. The change in his voice only helped further this and Freed could not help but cower as he took several steps back; though as he did an idea to both show what else he could do as well as reveal about himself like Arnel had suggested had come to mind. A certain anime scene came to mind and Freed, quickly formed the picture in his mind.

"O.. Okay.. I.. I'm in.." he sputtered, using the same right hand he stretched it out towards Arnel. The kaiju looking creature would soon pop into a murder of jet black crows; the majority flying towards Arnel whilst several began to fly directly at Freed, seemingly fusing with his body to only have his entire form seemingly disperse. Freed had not actually disappeared, he had merely hid himself within his own illusion. Another useful trick to avoid getting into sticky situations.

"I.. I can hide myself in my own illusions... though not for very long..." spoke Freed, his voice coming from one corner of the space they were in.

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[Slav]

≛ Ichiro Kusumoto

『 TAGGED 』Interactions: ◇ leviohsa ◇ StealthyShades Mentions: ◇ N/A

Ichiro heard footsteps approaching him, causing the drunk to turn his head to see who it was. The sight of Tsukuyomi wasn't a surprising one, probably one of the few agency members that he could maintain a conversation with. "Another glass certainly wouldn't hurt." Ichiro turned back to the ocean as he now had another full glass to enjoy. He took a drag from his cigarette, letting the smoke out, "Eagle sent us here to be on vacation and to be honest, I don't think I can relax." Ichiro took a sip from his glass, his gaze watching the waves crash against the beach, "The only way I could keep my mind off of everything in the past was by working and now that I'm not working, I have everything to think about." He took his final drag from the cigarette, flicking it towards the beach. "Hopefully we have some shit to do when we get back because I can't stand sitting around." Ichiro chugged his glass to allow for another glass to be poured.

Ichiro turned away, stopping for a moment to give Tsukuyomi a pat on the back, "Thanks for the drink, friend. I'm getting some ice cream, and yes, ice cream for dinner probably isn't the best idea." While Ichiro didn't mind chatting with his friend, he had too many feelings swirling in his mind and the last thing he wanted to do was to let it out. He walked away from Tsukuyomi, heading towards the dessert table. Ichiro couldn't fathom the variety of desserts they had at the table and while he was looking to just get ice cream, other options were looking enticing. "One donut couldn't hurt." He said to himself, stuffing a glazed donut into his mouth. As he was chewing on the donut, he finally made it to the ice cream machine they had.

He grabbed a cone, putting down his glass so he could tower the chocolate ice cream high upon the cone. "That'll do..." He took a bite off the top of the ice cream to make sure that it didn't tilt over. Picking up his glass, he began his journey back to the group table. The trip back to the dinner table would have been smooth if it weren't for an unseen foot that impeded Ichiro's path. Upon hitting the foot, Ichiro already knew that he was going to hit the ground. The unlucky person that was near Ichiro was Charlie. The contents of Ichiro's glass swished about, sending the contents onto Charlie. As for the ice cream cone, the top parted from the rest of the cone, landing on Charlie's lap. Ichiro hit the ground, managing to smash his glass in the process. "That's not good..." He looked down at his hand, noticing he had been cut good from the crushed glass. Despite his mild drunkenness, he managed to get quickly on his feet, grabbing a napkin to wrap his hand him from a random table. "Hey!" One of the patrons exclaimed from the table, Ichiro giving him a death stare. "Shut it cornstalk, you're the one who tripped me." He grabbed another napkin just to spite him, turning to Charlie to observe the mess. This was probably the first time that he felt bad for Charlie, "Take this napkin, you need it more than me." He said, holding out the unused napkin to her.

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[StealthyShades]

Inner Critics

Tsukuyomi Hachiman

Slav

He poured his friend another glass and sat with him and enjoyed the site of the ocean. He began to pour himself one and conjured a shade to light him a cigar to puff on. “Thank you“ he said to his shade as it bowels and quickly dissipates. The smell of Ichiro’s cigarettes began to fill the air. Cigarettes or never A delicacy to Tsuki’s nose, but he’s definitely able to deal with it.The drunk began to complain about the torture of being here without any work to do. "..to be honest, I don't think I can relax." He told Ichiro that the only reason that he could relax was because he forced himself too. Obviously the massages were wonderful and all, but it wasn’t like he couldn’t get the same thing back at home.

"The only way I could keep my mind off of everything in the past was by working and now that I'm not working, I have everything to think about." Tsukuyomi fully understood his friend. This painful chaos of emotions drowned him, too. For him specifically, it wasn’t just an inner critic causing trouble; It was the voice of his father. The one that wasn’t there. The one that would rather focus on work and not family. The one that never cares. “You’re gonna be a great doctor, like me, one day and that is that… Stop it with these deletions Tsukuyomi… YOU WILL NEVER BE THE HERO!!“ Piss off, Father. Or do you even deserve that title? He took a big swig of his drink. His friend continued to vent until he finally came to the same conclusion that Tsuki was at. "Hopefully we have some shit to do when we get back because I can't stand sitting around." He raised his glass of rum and says in a positive but exhausted tone “I can agree with that.” he felt Ichiro’s hand touch his back. The drunk thanked him for being a great friend and commented on something about getting ice cream. That sounds like a great idea, but for some reason, Tsuki wanted a few moments just to watch the sun fall into the horizon. “I’ll join you soon. I just need a minute or two alone.” Ichiro walked away and the gentleman sat there smoking his cigar.

He took the last few puffs of his cigar barely even smoking half of it. Knowing that he is mentally defeated he decided to just give up and fight with his critic later. He finished the last of the bottle checking it as if he was Ichiro. I don’t know how he can down a bottle like this every second. That almost made me sick. He took a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped little tears that were hiding behind his sunglasses. After putting on a fake smile he joined The Circus that he called friends once more. The first thing he sees as he walked in the door is the drunk standing over top of Charlie who is covered in ice cream. I know he merely disagrees with her, but I think wasting ice cream is not the right decision. The manager of the place began to rush over to the location in concern about all the noise. Tsuki stops him in his tracks convincing him that everything is under control. He slid him about $500 US in yen to the manager. “This can probably cover the damages and cleaning fees.” He says as he looked back towards the table.

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[leviohsa]

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charlie

beachside dinner

p much everyone

over it

"Fuck!"

Well. So much for censoring in front of the children.

Charlie hissed the expletive through gritted teeth, her entire body tensing up due to the drastic temperature change. A fallen tower of ice cream continued to melt on her pale thighs, goosebumps rising all over her tatted arms and legs. Her tank top now reeking of alcohol. She scooted backwards in one fell swoop, hoping to not have gotten anything on any of her nearby coworkers. The hero wasn't exactly sure who the source of this mess was, but it was clear as day once Ichiro spoke up.

"Take this napkin, you need it more than me." Her thoughts were running a mile a minute, her senses flooded by the intense smell of some strong liqueur, and the uncomfortable chill of the ice cream dripping off her legs. Paired with the sound of the man that has done nothing but pick at her, she couldn't help but shut her eyes, taking a deep breath before opening them and turning towards Ichiro.

"Yeah, really observant of you." She muttered, looking up at him before begrudgingly taking the napkin offered to her. Was this hazing? Is she being targeted right now? She couldn't bear to look at the rest of the group, frustration bubbling up within her, making a lump form in her throat. She wasn't sad, more so just fed up with how the day was turning out for her. The rookie kept her blue eyes downcast, focused on her now sticky thighs, the cloth napkin helping minimally.

The abrasive feeling of fabric competing with the sugary dessert only made her frustration grow, to a point where she knew she needed to leave this place. Now. "I can't do this. Excuse me." Charlie hastily threw her (now drenched) napkin atop her plate of nearly finished food, standing up and messily pushing her chair in before making a beeline to the hotel room.

Charlie knew that working with others was going to be hard for her, but she never imagined that she would be teleported back to high school. Were these antics normal? No, they couldn't possibly be. Her mind went back to the sight of Ichiro's clothed hand, blood seeping into the fabric of the stolen napkin. A clue that it was probably an honest mistake, and not a blatant attempt at hazing.

Either way, it didn't stop the shame that clawed its way through her, the air conditioned hallways making her only more aware of her pitiful state. The rookie didn't even notice the curious stares of passerby's, her hand digging in her back pocket for the room key that she brought with her....

It's not there. Fuck.

Charlie stood in front of the door to her room, staring at it before checking the floor. Maybe the key card fell out nearby?

Nothing. Simply expensive carpet met her gaze, forcing her to take another deep breath. "This is fucking bullshit." With that, she made her way to the lobby, knowing there were bathrooms open there. By now, the ice cream had dried, having dripped down her ankles and into her shoes. Needless to say, the American was pissed off, and extremely uncomfortable.

And it's only day one.

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[Refaulted]

Kouki Kaneko
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Kouki pointed to each person as they made their introductions, nodding along with everything they said. it was almost a lot, having to remember so many names in such a short collection of time, but he was sure he would manage with minimal screw-ups. The different foreign names slightly threw him for a loop, so he tried to only focus on their first names, and would worry about the last names later. "Good, great, fantastic! Happy to meet you all. N...Nakano, right? Miss Tatsuo is probably just worried about you cooking like a hot pot in there. Nasty little sunburn, I'm guessing? Machi, what was that thing you looked up?"

The younger Kaneko girl paused with the food in her mouth, giving a side-glance to her father before looking back to the feline hero. She chewed slowly for a moment, before swallowing and scratching her nose. "Milk. Cool, not cold. Soak it in a cloth and dab it in your skin. Something about proteins that soothe the pain. One of my friends had a bad sunburn after going to the beach with her family and she said it helped immensely." With that done, she went back to eating, doing her best to ignore the rest of the table. However, she did hear a voice pop up next to her, and turned to look at the woman with faint purple hair. She raised one eyebrow. "You're the Hero, Nexette, right? Are you always that quiet?" It wasn't a jab, but more an innocent question.

Still, it was one that was rewarded with a flick to the back of the head, and Kouki looked down dissaprovingly at his daughter. "Pardon her, she's always been a curious little punk. My wife teased me when she started talking, saying she got her filterless mouth from me. Well, I am guilty as charged! But Machi, please apologize to Miss Mae." The girl frowned, bowing before returning to her food. At the base of her neck, it seemed like there were some black splotches that were starting to form, but only for a moment before they shrunk back into nothing but tiny dots, like moles.

At Krauss's proclamation upon his return from getting more food, Kouki and Suzume had been in the middle of taking a sip of their drink. Kouki choked slightly, and Suzume's eyes widened as she froze, seemingly shrinking more into her seat. Kouki broke down into a slight coughing fit, but it was quickly morphed into a fit of laughter as the girl, Charlie, gave him a light scolding. "And speaking of, I thought we were bad! Be honest, was that a fluke or do you just have some great comedic timing? Either way, good on you!" He gave him an aggressive thumbs-up, grinning from ear to ear while Suzume's face glowed a deep red as she dug in closer to her food. "I don't know how much you know about Shintoism actually, but abstinence and celibacy isn't commonly practiced, even traditionally. The religion is really a celebration of life, and those two things actively goes against that belief." He took another swig of his lemonade, smacking his lips as he waved his hand wide in the air. "We have a large Shinto shrine in my hometown, and my uncle, may he rest peacefully, was a religious historian, as well as an advocate for the practice of religion. My cousin actually spent her summers working at the shrine as a miko when she was a teenager, and my niece does it now."

As he finished his speech, he turned to Tatsuo, who had approached him from behind. "And I'm guessing you're the miko, right? My humblest apologies if I got any of that wrong. I had my share of experience with Shinto beliefs for the last few years, though I'm not an avid follower. I do hope we can talk more about it in the future. As for ice cream..." Kouki turned to look at Suzume, who had perked her head up and was looking at Tatsuo, but when she realized the eyes were on her, she quickly turned back, glancing through her hair at the two of them. "I think it's safe to say at least one of us does. But you need toooo....?" He trailed off as he continued speaking, giving his elder daughter a coy grin.

Suzume drummed her finger on the table, and for a moment, her shoulders that had been lifted high began to relax a little bit, and she picked up an edamame. "...Finish my first plate of food at least, I know." She tossed the vegetable snack in her mouth, chewing thoroughly. "I don't eat ice cream often. I'm on a diet, something that's supposed to help my body physically, as well as promote good development of my Quirk. I'm going to be deciding on where I'm going to be taking my apprenticeship soon, and I want to make sure I'm fit for wherever I go. Exercise is also key, so I've been going to the gym..." The girl continued talking, her voice getting lower and lower until she was only mumbling. At one point, she realized what she was doing, then turned to look straight at Tatsuo. "Um...sorry...yes, I like ice cream...peanut butter..." She turned back to her food, picking up the pace.

Kouki reached a hand out and placed it on Suzume's shoulder, doing his best to comfort her. Sometimes she would ramble on, but he never minded it. For years, she had started receding into her shell, especially around strangers. Having heard her talk so much, he couldn't help but let loose an even wider grin. However, he jumped slightly as he heard Charlie shout, and the three Kaneko's merely watched in silence as she stormed off. Kouki's gaze shifted over to Ichiro, and he was tempted to say something, but Machi spoke up before he had a chance.

"Nice job, dick."

"Machi!" Kouki looked over to the red-haired girl, and his brow furrowed as he noticed the blotches begin to form and merge on her neck, spreading over her shoulders and up her neck. He snapped his fingers, getting Machi's attention to him, and he pointed to his own neck, trying to gesture to what was happening. She glared at him, then reached up and touched her neck, her eyes widening as he hair began to billow slightly. She paused, taking a deep breath, before standing up from her seat, picking up the last stick of fired chicken she had. "I'm sorry. If you'll all excuse me as well. It was nice meeting you all. Please take care of my father." She bowed deeply before turning around, the black blotches beginning to shrink once more as she walked away.

Kouki stared after her, frowning, before turning back to the table, sighing. "Apologies about her language, folks. Middle schoolers." He shrugged his shoulders, giving a light chuckle as he tried to lighten the mood. "Anyways, uh...Shin, right? I'm a bit surprised. Marma-Lad himself has done some work outside of Kobe, as well as one or two other members of the Agency. Piston I know handled the train hijack that took place in Yokohama...two years ago at this point? Other heroes got the people off the train and he just BANG! Stopped the train with his bare hands. Lost some fingers in the process, but that just makes him look even more like a badass to a number of people. Me included. As for after this lovely vacation? Well..." He looked around at the table, then outstretched his hands to gesture at them all. "Like Machi said, I'll actually be in your care for a little while. I've been loaned out to help the Eagle Agency for the foreseeable future, since Marma-Lad wanted to help out Gel Gal's home Agency while she is away on some international hero call in the Philippines or somewhere adjacent. Sure, I may not be in my full prime like some of you, and I don't mean to toot me own horn, but I still got a few ass-kicking years in me. So, I do look forward to working with you all!" He held up his lemonade, hoping that it helped clear up the sour atmosphere that had befallen them.

 

[Britt-21]

Katherine felt like there were eyes on her, and when she had looked toward the source, she noticed Tatsuo ( AriAriAbabwa ) glancing over at her. In her mind, she wondered what the Shrine Maiden needed. Once contact was broken, she continued eating the food upon her plate, listening to everyone else at the table. Thank goodness for others doing all of the talking, after all, she wouldn't be able to hold the conversation this long. Not that anyone tried to hold a long enough conversation with her, in fact, if someone did, they'd learn a lot more. Suddenly, the Hero paused as Machi asked about her being as quiet as she was. Placing her fork down, she lifted her hand toward Kouki, ( Refaulted ) basically telling him it was okay before she looked toward the girl and nodded "Mmm...After I went into middle school, I grew quite quiet. I'm more of a thinker than I am a talker...Depending on the situation that is..." hopefully that was enough of an answer for Machi, because not a moment later, everything got even more worse than it had before.

Ichiro ( Slav ) fell not too far from the table and all she saw was a drink flying, along with some icecream that landed on Charlie. Hell, even the sound of a shattering glass filled the air. War is either going to start, or we're actually going to be civilized... Ichiro got up, already nursing a wound on his hand, while also reaching out to Charlie with a napkin ( leviohsa ). Though, she didn't take it well as she got up and stormed off. Katherine closed her eyes for a moment as her hands worked at her tie, slowly pulling it apart as she got up from her chair. Amethysts opened and she moved toward Ichiro, taking his hand and removing the napkins to replace with her dark-colored tie. He smelled like alcohol, yes, but that didn't stop her from still assisting someone she worked with on a daily basis. Once she tied it, she gently patted it and looked toward the table "I'll return shortly..."

That said, she departed from the group and tried to follow Charlie out, even though some time had already gone by. Lucky enough, she was met with her crossing the lobby and to the bathrooms, to which Katherine walked over and called her out "Charlie..." said the Hero as she examined the recruit, seeing the chocolate icecream dried on her porcelain skin. Hard to miss... "Instead of going in there why don't you go to the room...?" did she forget what room they were staying in? That was possible...But she didn't seem like the type to forget something as simple as that. She was very upset, it was worn on her face clear as day.​

 

[StealthyShades]

YES! FOOD!!!

Tsukuyomi Hachiman

Slav Refaulted @ Eveyone

The atmosphere of the environment completely change once the silence crept in. For a few seconds the only thing you could hear was the faint noise coming from the chefs in the kitchen. It felt like everyone was staring in their direction. Tsukuyomi walked to Ichiro and quickly grabbed his hand. He looked at Kathy’s tie. Quick thinking Kathy. I probably would’ve done the same thing. He began to unravel the bandage just to look at the wound. Tsuki could tell that Kathy was practicing her first aid because this was done quick and looked very professional. “I would’ve asked to look at it but decided not to“ he stared closly into the wound to make sure there was no piece of glass hiding in between muscle and skin. Luckily, there was no glass in his wound, but they do still need to disinfect it.

Tsuki turned to the same table Ichiro grabbed the napkins from and there was a bottle of vodka sitting there. He quickly grabs the bottle without even asking. The same individual complaining to Ichiro stood up and before he could even mutter a word; the gentleman stared him down. He quickly glanced at the brand name on the bottle. “You have terrible taste.” he returned to the barley injured Ichiro. He rewrapped the hand after pouring a little bit of vodka on it. He firmly placed the bottle in front of the asshole and said “Don’t worry I didn’t use all of it.”

After all of that the restaurants returned back to the way it was before that incident. Some people were still staring at the group but most returned back to their conversations. Tsukuyomi saw Kouki and realized that he forgot to introduce himself. “Hello, I forgot to introduce myself to you. I’m Tsukuyomi.” He proceeded to give him a short bow out of respect for him. “I’ve overheard that you will be joining us at the agency. Congratulations I can’t wait to work with you.” He knew that Kouki was older than most of the new faces that were joining but with age comes experience. And that means even Tsuki could learn something from this man.

Conversation with Kouki continued for a few minutes until Tsuki’s stomach began to growl. Oh shit… I have been dealing with all the shenanigans that I forgot to eat. “ If you excuse me. I still need to grab some food“ He quickly rushed over to the buffet, grabbed some spicy Shoyu ramen and some fresh potato pakora. He took the ones that he had and his jacket out and threw them away. Finally, he was able to sit down and chat with some of his colleagues. “How is everyone enjoying their food?”

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[leviohsa]

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charlie

bathroom stall

katherine

over it

"Instead of going in there why don't you go to the room...?"

Charlie barely recognized Katherine's softer voice, not having heard it very often. She couldn't help but feel shocked at the arrival of the purple-haired hero. Shouldn't she be tending to Ichiro? Or attempting to salvage the awkwardness that was now dinner? Either way, the American never really expected Katherine to care enough to check on her. Charlie's brows furrowed in curiosity as she turned to the other woman, before letting out a sigh.

"As much as I would love to return to our room, I don't have the key. Probably left it in there or something." She muttered, her once furrowed brows now relaxed. "I'm just gonna clean up in here." Her voice was tired, just barely holding the same amount of sarcasm that normally encapsulated her speech. Charlie turned back towards the bathrooms and proceeded to walk in, not having the patience to deal with the terrible feeling of dried ice cream and old liquor hanging off her clothes. She made her way to the handicap stall, glad to see that there were paper towels and complimentary hand towels.

Wow, this place is the real deal.

She grabbed one of the towels, soaking it in warm water and wringing it out before walking towards the toilet. Her right leg lifted up to prop a foot onto a metal bar besides the toilet, and Charlie began scrubbing away evidence of Ichiro's blatant incompetence. It was quiet for a moment or so, until Charlie realized that Katherine still hasn't left. "You don't have to stay, you know. I can take care of this on my own." She never took her eyes off of her ice cream-coated legs as she spoke, not wanting to waste a moment. The hero also knew she was fairly close to bursting into tears simply out of frustration and confusion. The thought of it alone was embarrassing enough. She didn't need a coworker who has barely spoken to her see the shitshow either.

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[Britt-21]

Katherine could tell that one of the newest members was done. At least for today, especially after the attitude she was getting. But that didn't put her in a spot where she'd snap back at Charlie and talk down to her like a child. Quietly she followed her to the bathroom where she went into a stall and started to possibly clean up -since the didn't hear anything other than shuffling- she moved to the wall and leaned on it, one arm crossing her stomach, while an elbow rested on that hand while her chin was cupped by the propped arm. Maybe the girl needed space, and hopefully the silence was helping. Lucky enough for her, it turned out to be the best option as the girl said she could take care of it on her own. "I know what its like..." thank goodness the bathroom was hollow enough that her voice sounded louder than usual. "Granted, not the fight between you and Ichiro, but, the rest after that..." her head tilted to the side a little as her eyes stared down at the tiled flooring.

"Feels like grade school all over..." maybe she should try to ease things with her and Ichiro, because it seemed like they needed help. Ichiro...Looked like he needed a little bit more with how his habit has been evolving. "Ichiro isn't a bad guy. Despite his drinking tendencies..." the woman dropped her arms and leaned her head back on the tile "Rough around the edges, harder to get close to. As you can see he's clumsy too..." comforting wasn't her strong suit unless someone knew her deep down, because otherwise it sounded like she was lecturing. I'm really not made for this sort of thing... she thought, but yet still came to find Charlie "You're a good person, Charlie. Don't let one person push you to this point... Pretend he's a Villain that's constantly taunting you during battle. The best you can do is ignore him and keep pushing to take him down. That doesn't mean punch him in the face though..." was talking this much really exhausting?

"You're not alone, Charlie. Remember that. You have a whole team that's willing to help you, especially Tatsuo. She's the most helpful one here." the more innocent as well compared to the rest of the group. "Since you lost your key, I could bring you back to the room so you can change. Then we can go walk on the beach for a little while. With or without conversation." even though right about now she was filling that tank for socializing at this point. After that, she waited for a reply in hopes that she said something right to make Charlie a little bit more happy. leviohsa​

 

[leviohsa]

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charlie

walking to beach

katherine

curious

Charlie kept scrubbing, still listening to Katherine's advice.

By the time she was finished with her right leg, she brought the rag up to her eye level, her mouth curving into a gentle frown.

Gross.

The white rag was stained with the remnants of chocolate and vanilla ice cream, leading her to go back to the sink and rinse out the excess, and reapply soap. "Rough around the edges, hard to get close to. As you can see, he's clumsy too..." Charlie's featured lifted into a tired smirk, a short chuckle falling from her lips. The rookie gently wrung out the cloth once more, returning to her previous spot and proceeding to clean her left leg. "You're a good person, Charlie. Don't let one person push you to this point... Pretend he's a Villain that's constantly taunting you during battle. The best you can do is ignore him and keep pushing to take him down. That doesn't mean punch him in the face though..."

Charlie didn't really know what to make of this. Doesn't she have a right to feel this way? The same man who outright tore her down multiple times in front of her coworkers is now being described as 'not bad'. Why does she need to be the bigger person? It didn't make sense to the woman, her blue eyes still focused on her pale legs, pupils focusing on the lines of her tattoos. Black hair swayed as she shook her head in confusion.

"You're not alone, Charlie. Remember that. You have a whole team that's willing to help you, especially Tatsuo. She's the most helpful one here." Ah, Tatsuo. Katherine was right about that one. She couldn't help the sudden feeling of guilt creep in at the mention of the Shrine Maiden. Charlie knew she impulsively snapped at her for no reason. The thought made her let out a sigh, finishing up on her left leg. An apology was an order, unsurprisingly. Bringing her left foot off the hand bar and onto the ground, Charlie tossed the rag into its respective bin and turned to face Katherine as she spoke. "Since you lost your key, I could bring you back to the room so you can change. Then we can go walk on the beach for a little while. With or without conversation."

Her demeanor was a little less angry, as she wiped the excess water hanging off her hands onto her denim shorts. "Um.. yeah, sure." The American felt a little awkward, not really knowing how to thank the hero that was normally so quiet and introspective. It took her aback as she followed said hero up to their shared room.

Whilst walking into the room and gathering up a change of clothes, Charlie looked over to Katherine. "Thanks... by the way." She looked back towards her clothes, picking out a bikini, long sleeve, and another pair of denim shorts to wear to the beach.

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Charlie decided that she really didn't have much else to say, as she and the other hero walked back downstairs and headed towards the beach. But she couldn't help a thought that crossed her mind, as she walked besides her coworker, "Am I the only one Ichiro has issues with? Am I really that much of a magnet for his disapproval? Or was it the one mom joke I made that really sealed the deal?"

Her usual sarcasm is back, but it was in good spirits. Charlie was genuinely curious if this was normal for the pro hero, or if he and Charlie were destined to never get along.

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[Britt-21]

Katherine went quiet after her last words. Allowing Charlie to thank her and receiving a nod and a small hum of acknowledgement. She then walked with her to the room, where she allowed the pair inside and Kathy herself walked to the doors of the balcony and looked out to the ocean. Though she didn't once turn around to look at Charlie, or even open her mouth to say anything. At least she could now be comfortable in clothes that aren't sticky. she thought as the young hero thanked her, causing her to nod once again "You're welcome..." she looked down at her gloved hands and she decided to go ahead and take them off, exposing her delicate and soft-looking hands. Nexette tossed the pair onto the bed and once Charlie was ready, they headed back out of the room.

Then their trip continued, going back downstairs and toward the beach. Though, was it okay to leave Tatsuo? Surely the group would see the pair walking on the beach sooner or later, not like they were trying to hide. The silence between the girls was thick, but it didn't feel awkward in the slightest. In one quick movement, the silence was cut, and Katherine side-glanced the dark haired woman beside her as she asked about Ichiro "Ichiro is...A special kind of person..." as they came up to the sand, she took off her shoes and held onto them while her toes wiggled in the sand for a second before continuing the walk. "He may seem nonchalant, or perhaps much like a drunk, but he has good in him... He's proven that after going with us into many dangerous situations..." Oh gosh more talking. She was going to be knocked out for the rest of the night surely.

"Something is troubling him. He's never acted out this way, and it seems to come out when you're around him." she glanced back ahead, enjoying the sand between her toes "It's possible he may like you..." when she paused, she realized that maybe Charlie wouldn't understand what she meant "By like you, I mean...Not that of friendship, but of something more. I'm no expert in something like that, and I would surely not take these words to heart or think too much on them... But if that happened to be the case, maybe he's struggling to portray it..." she shrugged "I may be perceptive with many people, but when it comes to romance blooming, I'm quite clueless unless it's obvious..."

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[leviohsa]

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charlie

at the shore

katherine

amused

"Ichiro is...A special kind of person..."

Yeah, that was one way to describe the guy. Charlie arched a brow at the response, but keeping quiet to allow Kat to continue, "He may seem nonchalant, or perhaps much like a drunk, but he has good in him... He's proven that after going with us into many dangerous situations..." As Kat spoke, Charlie also took off her flip flops, letting out a sigh of relief at the feeling of cool sand underneath her. There was always something comforting about simply walking in the sand after a long day.

However, her comfort was immediately interrupted by the other pro hero, "It's possible he may like you..." Charlie's eyes widened, "By like you, I mean...Not that of friendship, but of something more. I'm no expert in something like that-" The raven-haired woman couldn't hear any more, laughter erupting from within as soon as the words slipped out of Kat's mouth. No expert? Clearly! It was sweet that she thought that Ichiro's opinion of her was so high, but.. this wasn't elementary school. Grown men who have ever been interested in Charlie have never approached her in such a way. Charlie did her best to stifle her laughter as Kat kept on, "I may be perceptive with many people, but when it comes to romance blooming, I'm quite clueless unless it's obvious..."

The rookie's brows furrowed, her lips frowning slightly as the thought of Ichiro seeing anyone in a romantic way crept into her mind. What would that even look like? Was he even capable of that right now?

Yeah... there's no way in hell.

Letting the thoughts leave her mind, her face softened once more, her eyes lighting up once her gaze met the beautiful sunset. She couldn't help but smile, "That's a very sweet thought, Katherine, but.." She laughed again, "I think of all the possibilities, that is on the very bottom of the list." Looking over to her coworker, she continued, "It's very possible that he just dislikes me. Many people dislike those that are different." Charlie caught onto his specific jabs, knowing that he had a certain.... opinion about Americans.

She stayed quiet for a moment or so, looking back out to the sea and walking closer and closer to the shore. "Well, I'm glad I'm the only person he acts this way with. That treatment is bullshit and nobody deserves that." Pale hands sat on her hips as she took in the scene, taking a deep breath of the salty air.

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[StealthyShades]

Girls are confusing

Tsukuyomi Hachiman

Britt-21 leviohsa

After asking everyone their opinion on the food, The only thing the young hero could hear was the conversations other tables were having. No one decided to answer his question. He wasn’t sure if it was because their mouths were full or that they didn’t have an opinion on the quality of the meal. But alas the only thing he could do was try to make the best of his time at the table.

After finishing his food, Tsuki looked over and saw the empty chair where the American once was sitting. They’ve been gone for a while I should probably go check on them. He stood up toward the rest of the table, told them what he was doing, and then headed off back towards the rooms. As he walked out of the restaurant he could hear laughing coming from the beach. At first, he thought it was nothing. He decided not to look, but his curiosity began to guide his way. He looked over and saw the two ladies walking along the beach. Not sure if I should join them. It seems like they are enjoying each other‘s company. He sat there for a little bit watching from afar debating if he was going to ruin the fun for them. “Well, it’s either join them or go back to the table.” He said to himself.

Tsukuyomi began to walk towards the girls. As he got closer to them he began to hear little bits and pieces of the conversation. "Well, I'm glad I'm the only person he acts this way with. That treatment is bullshit and nobody deserves that." ( leviohsa )” “Hello strangers mind if I join?” He asked with a smile. He was ready for them to say no. At this point most of the trip everyone was not willing to talk with Tsukuyomi. Which he was fine with at times, but for some reason today was not one of those days. “Most of the people at the table, besides Tasuso and Kouki, were being quiet to the point that it was a waste of my time.” He joined them on their stroll and enjoy The view of the sun dipping into the water across the horizon. Tsuki's phone began to ring. The gentleman answered it and the voice of his screaming girlfriend could be heard. She was yelling so loud that it was hard to know what she was saying. The last and only thing the group could understand was "We need to talk when you get back, Tsukuyomi. I am not happy with you" click! He stood there wondering: What did he do wrong?

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[AriAriAbabwa]

Interacting: leviohsa (Charlie) Slav (Ichiro) StealthyShades (Tsukuyomi) Servant (Nakano) Britt-21 (Katherine) Refaulted (Kouki)
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Tatsuo's reaction was instantaneous. The moment Ichiro toppled over and splattered the ice cream over Charlie and shattered a glass, the shrine-maiden was on her way to the restroom. Brushing around the other patrons and scanning for the signs, Tatsuo burst into the restroom and went for the paper towels; they were more efficient than the napkins provided by staff. For the past few minutes, this was the absolute last thing Charlie needed for tonight. If only that drunken Ichiro knew when to keep himself under control...

While taking from the dispender, Tatsuo caught herself in the mirror. She wasn't smiling, and her eyes sagged ever so slightly. Strange... why was that? She took to the sink, splashing herself with cold water. The next glance up, and Tatsuo put herself back to normal: a calm, warm smile free of grief and pessimism, looking ready to enjoy the vacation like she'd started the day off as.

A breath later and she came out the door and hurried to her table. "Charlie! I brought—!" As she scanned the group, she crumpled the paper towels for a brief moment. "I-I brought..." Tatsuo felt her face twitch. A knot twisted in her stomach, and suddenly her cold plate of soba lacked any place in mind. Katherine, Charlie, and Tsuki. "Why do they keep vanishing..." Her head fell downward. Why am I so useless... That thought couldn't escape her. It's just like with Kata—No. Don't think like that. Keep enjoying yourself like you're supposed to. Tatsuo took a breath, defaulting to her usual smile. She found Ichiro, who though had his hand tied with Katherine's tie, still found Tatsuo lending her aid. "Here," she said, handing the paper towels. "If the cut needs more wrapping."

Then there was Ichiro's new friend: an innocent, bright man who seemed to be here for a genuinely good time. Tatsuo couldn't help but feel guilty, seeing how he'd tried salvaging the dinner's atmosphere. "Apologies, Kouki, we really aren't usually like this. Seems we're all on edge, perhaps because of... recent events." She chuckled—though not meaning for its cold tone. Stop. Thinking. Of. That. Eagle gave them the vacation to relax and settle down; it would have been a cruelty to let the opposite occur in this time.

"I cannot believe many of my peers ditched you, especially if you're soon to join us!" she said with mostly feigned frustration. Mostly. At least there were still some others in the team keeping Kouki company. "I'll try dragging them back here. In the meanwhile..." Tatsuo took one of the napkins, then a pen from her pocket, and jotted down her phone number. And, with a kind look, she left it in front of Kouki. "In case something arises and you need to contact me. Honestly, that's the least any of them could have done for you..."

Before leaving, Tatsuo slid a bowl to Suzume with a wink. In it was peanut butter ice cream, just as she said. It was not too big of a serving, either, taking her diet into account. Now she was finished. "I will return as soon as I can. Please excuse me."

But if Tatsuo had to be honest... She had no idea where they could be. It did feel more comforting when she was alone, and when silence finally reigned her ears.

She arrived outside. The Miko expected the fresher winds to feel nice; maybe clear the headache that steadily grew. Instead, the cold nicked her nostrils, and the distant crashing waves tugged on the solemn feeling inside.

It was only thanks to a distant phone's yelling that drew the shrine-maiden's attention.

"There you all are!" Tatsuo darted over to the three, looking more than delighted to see them again. "I went to get paper towels from the restroom, but you all disappeared by the time I got back!" She remained none the wiser of the somewhat tense air surrounding Tsukuyomi. The shrine-maiden never made out what the other end of the line said, only knowing that it was very loud.

 

[Slav]

TIME SKIP!

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The agency's vacation concluded not long after the fiasco that had occurred at the group dinner. Upon getting back from Okinawa, Eagle had instructed them to take the day off to orient themselves for hard work back at the agency. The group was expected to be present in the meeting room at nine o'clock sharp the next day. They had new members that needed to be introduced into the agency and he also had important information that each member was expected to be attentive to. Hopefully, the members would be up to the task after a relaxing vacation.

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Ichiro Kusumoto
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Ichiro used his day off to... drink as he always did. He had drunk so much that he was passed out on the floor of his bathroom. Ichiro awoke with a throbbing headache, slightly disoriented due to his prior day of heavy drinking. "Why the fuck did I have to go overboard again?" He asked himself, already knowing the answer. Once his vision cleared more, he let out a long sigh as his red gaze landed on the heap of broken glass that was all over the floor. The pair of red eyes slowly shifted to the broken mirror and then back down to his cut knuckles. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what happened. The hungover drunk slowly pushed his body up and off the floor, walking into his bedroom to see what time it is. I don't have enough time to clean up this shit.

After tiptoeing past the glass, he took a shower to try and freshen himself up. The cuts on his knuckles still trickled blood, luckily, he had some bandages left as something like this was sadly too often of an occurrence. Both his hands were wrapped in bandages between vacation and now the night before. I guess I look like the hobo now. Upon getting dressed, he made his way into the kitchen to see if there was anything to consume. To his dismay, he ran out of cereal, but he had some chocolate milk in the fridge. He grabbed the container, looking for any alcoholic beverage to mix it with. His heart stopped when he came to a sudden realization. I'm out of alcohol. He chugged the rest of the milk in the container, tossing it away into the trash once he was finished.

Hungover Ichiro finally made it out the door, already feeling the effects of not having his morning dose of liquor. His walk to the agency consisted of looking at every liquor store that he passed, always setting himself up for disappointment since they were closed. "Don't these store owners know that alcoholics exist." He said to himself, trying to keep his mind off the thought of alcohol consumption. Upon reaching the agency, he took no time in getting himself to the top floor and into the meeting room. He was first to arrive again and that meant he got to take his favorite spot, the head of the table opposite of where Eagle always walked in. He plopped himself down into the chair, kicking his feet up and onto the table. Time felt longer, mainly due to his sober state. Maybe once they were on patrol, he could stop by a liquor store when they were open.

Tags: Servant Beann Britt-21 The Regal Rper Phayne AriAriAbabwa leviohsa Pyosimros poi Refaulted Maxxob StealthyShades

 

[Maxxob]

CODE / ARKNIGHT

Krauss - The Specialist

Location: Apartment -> Eagle Agency
I've come here from nowhere, across the unforgiving sea

( Slav ) ( leviohsa ) ( StealthyShades )

When the ‘food fight’ started, Charlie received a plump of ice cream on her lap. The perpetrator was none other than the ‘head honcho’, Ichiro. The German watched the scene, without a flinch, eating his dinner while he watched all the commotion play. While his face didn’t show it, his mind wandered to dubious places and one of them was to question why exactly the Eagle Agency was ranked so high, practically as a model to other agencies. The behavior of their members was nothing short of shameful and childish. From his first-hand experience, cooperation was poor, their members acted irrationally, letting their emotions get the best of them.

And the drunkard’s actions during the dinner only cemented even further the negative idea that was brewing in the man’s brain. With the last bite of the very last piece of meat on his place, which was an all exotic Polish sausage, the man got up, holding his gin and tonic with his right hand. He walked over the mischievous miscreant, ignoring Tsukuyomi, who was interacting with him. Stopping in front of him, Krauss simply stared him down for a few moments, before his mouth opened - “Grieve can be confusing, but watch it” - that was said in his usual, dry way and, only after saying it, he spared a glance towards the equally tall dark haired hero, before turning his back on the duo and simply walking off towards the beach.

• Time SKIP -

The Westerner used his time off as productively as he could: cleaning his gun, making sure it was in top shape for the very next task they would receive, tinkering with his targeting device, slowly but surely bettering its accuracy and working out. Everything the man did was simply mechanically, almost as if there was no thought spared on it. The only thing that actually occupied the man’s mind was the returning doubts about the agency and its agents. Could they really have been dealt such bad cards on his very first mission? Or was that something that happened constantly? One thing was clear: he would need to redouble his attention, as the last thing he wanted was to become one of the casualties, just like it happened with that young man.

The very next day, his strict routine would be kept, even thought he woke up with company sleeping right beside him. The woman, which the Specialist didn’t even care to remember the name, was quickly kicked out of his bed and, in sequence, out of his apartment. She tried to protest about something right when he pushed her through the front door, but the entrance to the shooter’s home was quickly closed shut and locked. And, while it was around 6 AM, the Westerner didn’t have time to dawdle.

Quickly getting into his bathroom, the man loosed his clothes before getting in and starting to take his usual cold shower. His mind was blank during the whole process. After washing himself properly, he turned off the running water. With quick, precise steps, while being covered only from the waist down with a towel, he made his way to the kitchen. Putting the Colombian coffee beans inside his imported coffee maker, in sequence, water was pored in it. Turning the machine on, Krauss made his way to his bedroom.

Opening his wardrobe, he chose which suit he was going to use carefully. He let every piece of garment carefully on his bed: his shirt, his blazer, his tie, his underwear, his pants and his socks. Taking off the towel that was covering his body, the man changed in a briskly pace. The blazer was the only piece he didn’t put it on. Going back to his wardrobe, he opened a different drawer, where he stored all his equipment. After getting suited up with his gear and putting his targeting glasses on, he went back and also put his blazer on.

After it, he went back to the kitchen and poured a generous cup of coffee from those exquisite beans. He drank, without a rush, taking a glance at the kitchen clock and seeing it was still 7:30. He had plenty of time to arrive at the meeting, but he simply didn’t want to be the last to get in it. Finishing up his cup of coffee, Krauss made his way to the front door, locking it tight and, after it, to the apartment’s underground garage. Getting inside his black Corolla, he made his way to the agency, getting there at 8 sharp.

Parking nearby its entrance, the tall man got out of the car, locking it tight. He walked over the Agency’s entrance and got in the building. He spared nothing but a single ‘Hmmm’ to the staff that worked as receptionists at the entrance, making his way directly to the conference room. He walked through the door, saying not a single word, even though Ichiro was already in it. The man simply sat down on one of the chairs and remained there silently.

 

[Beann]

location

eagle agency

mentions

Slav Maxxob

Oshiro Ruriko

For the last three months, Ruriko had been overseas, specifically enjoying herself in the United States. A well-known modeling agency had reached out to her and presented an opportunity that couldn’t easily be passed up. The agency had a strict schedule following the offer which didn’t allow her ample time to say her goodbyes other than notifying Eagle that she would be gone for a couple of months. Other than the daily photoshoots of the upcoming summer fashion line, Ruriko kept herself busy by attending parties hosted by the modeling agency. It was a great way to meet other heroes that were also in the modeling industry, and she even got a chance to meet the number one hero of the United States! It was quite honestly an unforgettable experience and by the end of her contract, the agency had offered to extend it for the fall fashion line, and potentially winter. However, Ruriko was feeling homesick and there was a little bit of messy drama concerning her relationship with said number one hero so she decided it was time for her to come home.

She reconnected with Eagle when she returned to Japan. Not many words were exchanged but he simply told her to show up at work per usual time the next day. It wasn’t like Ruriko to feel nervous but three months without contact with her fellow heroes made her feel a bit anxious. Three months didn’t seem like a long time for an average person but for an active hero, a lot of things could change and she wasn’t sure what to expect. She simply reminded herself of her father’s advice, which was along the lines of not caring what the others thought and holding her head high no matter the outcome. Her mother also offered her own guidance - to make brownies and hope that it would be sufficient enough for her first day back. Ruriko wasn’t that much of a baker like her mother so she was shit out of luck in that department.

Luckily, she had acquired a handsome amount of money thanks to the modeling she had done in the United States, so buying a box of donuts was not out of the question. As such, she woke up fairly earlier than usual, did her regular routine of brushing her teeth and hair, donning a mildly appropriate outfit, and took a short train ride to the agency. On her way, she made a quick stop by a local bakery, purchasing a dozen of assorted donuts.

When she entered the agency, she immediately noticed that the receptionist was new. That was the first change out of the three months of her being gone. Ruriko simply greeted them with a smile before using the elevator to lift her to the top floor where the meeting room was located. Before walking through the door, she rolled her shoulders back, building back up the confidence that was always associated with her usual self. “Guess who’s back?~” She stepped into the meeting room with a cheery tone as she looked around. “Mmm, did I arrive too early?” Ruriko pondered out loud as she looked from Ichiro to a blonde man she didn’t recognize.

Setting the box of donuts out on the middle of the table, she pulled up a seat next to Ichiro, propping up an elbow on the table to allow her cheek to rest in the palm of her hand. “Did you miss me? You look cute even when you look like a hungover mess. Shall I feed you a donut?~” Ruriko had to wonder why she had fretted so much about returning to the agency because right when she got back into her flirting antics, she felt at home again. With a flirtatious smirk at Ichiro, she shifted her attention to the unknown man. Rather than get up from her seat, she simply pushed off with her legs, rolling the chair and maneuvering it around to get closer to him. “I don’t believe we’ve met before. Oshiro Ruriko - but you can call me Ruri~”

coded by natasha.