Post by Dymek on Nov 7, 2019 2:06:27 GMT -5
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[attr="class","aodimgtext"]Commentary: Y'all are great. Hope to interact some more in the future! Cause man this cat's got some story to him that'll leave you dazed! ...But then what's a story if you can't share some tales of others, yeah?
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Introductions, the start of every little adventure should the time come for those needing a little space. First was the teacher, a retired hero that went by Snapshot. for the grey feline... he didn't know who that was. He was expecting the same from everyone else, no name rang clear to him. No scene, nothing of the sort. Everything is dark. But that's something that will come, something that will be clear in the days to follow. Right now, at this very moment, it was to introduce each other to everyone, as work would be more fluid in doing so. First on the chopping block... the noisy Kato. Or otherwise known, as Umbra Riot.[break]
[break]A noisy one, always yelling, always in such a loud proximity. It hurt his ears just listening to the rude kid. Not to mention the overconfidence that OOZED from his personality. 'God-like defense' that seemed extremely far-fetched for Dymek. Nothing could withstand everything. There's no way, every defense has a weakness, no matter HOW 'impregnable' it might be. It's just a matter of finding out. He could tell that he wasn't going to get along with this one, there was no way in hell that he could even try to make sense of what was going on with him. Everything is either loud, rude, or something else. But... next up, Taka. A large teen.[break]
[break]Gruff spoken, yet bright as any lightbulb that just got unpacked. A glimmer of a smile that seemed to always shine through, never really a dull mark on them. They say that their quirk's called 'Barrow King', a strange name, but nothing to look down at. If he managed to get into this school, then there has to be something that makes him better than the rest that applied on where he's from. Yet here's himself, just put into the school like some prize. The feline looked down for a moment before shaking his head. Next was the soft spoken girl. There... wasn't much to say about them. But at least she seems to be kind enough to point out the loud teen in the room and get everyone earplugs. Dymek would let out a silent sigh of relief at that. Next, was his neighbor in the dorms, Tyrodin.[break]
[break]A foreign goat that has a knack for cooking, and dreams to be the best of the best. The Number One of our time. Bring a smile... on everyone. Dymek lightly scowled at such a bright display, while it was admirable... a goal like that stops once its there. Though, no harm no foul, he keeps forgetting a very important thing. Everyone here is a kid in a sense, not everyone knows a lot. Hell, even he doesn't, he still has much to learn in everything. Still, the rise of this overzealous manner is a breath of fresh air from what he's been dealing with. But... now it's his turn. As he sees it right to be able to introduce himself properly, and hopefully get people on his side to help him in some way or another. With a deep breath, he gets up, and BURSTS forward toward the center.[break]
[break]A quick turn and he stops himself, facing the class, a gust of wind gently drifting around everyone as he rolls his neck. His ear twitches, and he starts. "Hello, my name is Dymek. I don't have much to say mainly because I do not know a lot of myself." He then taps the side of his head lightly. "Ain't got a memory to my name, anything that I try to remember is just fuzz. Got here on 'recommendation' and whoever did that I'm going to find and start asking questions. ...But that doesn't excuse the amount of people doing horrid things to the world." His arms outstretched as a swirl of black dust seems to be gathering in front of him, his hands slowly enclosing the source before he swipes his hands to either side, a long stretch of black mist made as it curls and bends.[break]
[break]Soon it snaps in place, a sharp curve coming from the end of the rod made, and a smoking scythe was made in front of him, he grabs it and twirls it around before he sets it on its blade side, him leaning on the earthen scythe. "Anyone doing something wrong to someone else deserves justice in their own right. I'll be sure to deliver it however the chance, be it with my quirk or not, I will not let people try and do what they deem necessary just because they need some sort of glory. But yeah, I'm Dymek. Hope to at least make some friends some time." With that he spins on the spot as the scythe dissolves back into a dust, its trail leading right toward an opening somewhere in the class, gone and out of sight. He was back at his seat by this time, hoping to at least have made a good impression. But then... there are some people that just can't get along, really.
Introductions, the start of every little adventure should the time come for those needing a little space. First was the teacher, a retired hero that went by Snapshot. for the grey feline... he didn't know who that was. He was expecting the same from everyone else, no name rang clear to him. No scene, nothing of the sort. Everything is dark. But that's something that will come, something that will be clear in the days to follow. Right now, at this very moment, it was to introduce each other to everyone, as work would be more fluid in doing so. First on the chopping block... the noisy Kato. Or otherwise known, as Umbra Riot.[break]
[break]A noisy one, always yelling, always in such a loud proximity. It hurt his ears just listening to the rude kid. Not to mention the overconfidence that OOZED from his personality. 'God-like defense' that seemed extremely far-fetched for Dymek. Nothing could withstand everything. There's no way, every defense has a weakness, no matter HOW 'impregnable' it might be. It's just a matter of finding out. He could tell that he wasn't going to get along with this one, there was no way in hell that he could even try to make sense of what was going on with him. Everything is either loud, rude, or something else. But... next up, Taka. A large teen.[break]
[break]Gruff spoken, yet bright as any lightbulb that just got unpacked. A glimmer of a smile that seemed to always shine through, never really a dull mark on them. They say that their quirk's called 'Barrow King', a strange name, but nothing to look down at. If he managed to get into this school, then there has to be something that makes him better than the rest that applied on where he's from. Yet here's himself, just put into the school like some prize. The feline looked down for a moment before shaking his head. Next was the soft spoken girl. There... wasn't much to say about them. But at least she seems to be kind enough to point out the loud teen in the room and get everyone earplugs. Dymek would let out a silent sigh of relief at that. Next, was his neighbor in the dorms, Tyrodin.[break]
[break]A foreign goat that has a knack for cooking, and dreams to be the best of the best. The Number One of our time. Bring a smile... on everyone. Dymek lightly scowled at such a bright display, while it was admirable... a goal like that stops once its there. Though, no harm no foul, he keeps forgetting a very important thing. Everyone here is a kid in a sense, not everyone knows a lot. Hell, even he doesn't, he still has much to learn in everything. Still, the rise of this overzealous manner is a breath of fresh air from what he's been dealing with. But... now it's his turn. As he sees it right to be able to introduce himself properly, and hopefully get people on his side to help him in some way or another. With a deep breath, he gets up, and BURSTS forward toward the center.[break]
[break]A quick turn and he stops himself, facing the class, a gust of wind gently drifting around everyone as he rolls his neck. His ear twitches, and he starts. "Hello, my name is Dymek. I don't have much to say mainly because I do not know a lot of myself." He then taps the side of his head lightly. "Ain't got a memory to my name, anything that I try to remember is just fuzz. Got here on 'recommendation' and whoever did that I'm going to find and start asking questions. ...But that doesn't excuse the amount of people doing horrid things to the world." His arms outstretched as a swirl of black dust seems to be gathering in front of him, his hands slowly enclosing the source before he swipes his hands to either side, a long stretch of black mist made as it curls and bends.[break]
[break]Soon it snaps in place, a sharp curve coming from the end of the rod made, and a smoking scythe was made in front of him, he grabs it and twirls it around before he sets it on its blade side, him leaning on the earthen scythe. "Anyone doing something wrong to someone else deserves justice in their own right. I'll be sure to deliver it however the chance, be it with my quirk or not, I will not let people try and do what they deem necessary just because they need some sort of glory. But yeah, I'm Dymek. Hope to at least make some friends some time." With that he spins on the spot as the scythe dissolves back into a dust, its trail leading right toward an opening somewhere in the class, gone and out of sight. He was back at his seat by this time, hoping to at least have made a good impression. But then... there are some people that just can't get along, really.
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