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Post by Kasty Doherty on Jun 22, 2016 23:39:24 GMT -7
Ten minutes ago, the coffee shop across the way of the local high school gained a new wall-sized door, lost a nice bar and several thousand dollars worth of coffee to the wrath of a giant hammer, and had all its windows blasted violently out via an ear-piercing sound wave. It was one’s average super fight, but as the dust settled, one of the two supers had found themselves in the wrecked coffee shop entirely alone. He had not intended to get into that fight. He didn’t want to be in that fight, and as soon as he’d had the opportunity to do so, he had fled the fight. He didn’t feel particularly bad about it; apparently, he’d crossed some line with some Pandaemonium super, and so on his way to begin the day’s speedrun, they’d attacked him suddenly and proceeded to chase him halfway across town. Plus, in their first surprise hit, they’d taken a blunt object to his leg. The injury had been spiting him since and he was not feeling enthusiastic about fighting a drawn-out battle. When he reappeared beside the sports shed of the local high school, he was keen on not being relocated. Slipping into the shed, he dumped out the most normal looking sports bag - the one full of volleyballs - pulled off his mask and sweatshirt, and stuffed those plus one volleyball (for good measure) into the bag. Stepping outside once again, he chucked his sword into the bushes. It’d find him later. He looked young enough to be a highschool student, right? Much to his discontentment, he’d been asked a number of times since the beginning of summer if he was a high schooler touring the local college while he’d been on his way to class, so he had to seem at least sort of highschoolish. Yes, he was just a normal, t-shirt wearing, volleyball playing high schooler on his way home after practice. Just a lone, easy to spot, limping on the foot where the fleeing super had most certainly not been hurt high schooler. He needed a better cover. Luckily, there was another student-ish looking guy nearby. Putting on his best I-know-I’m-a-stranger-but-look-I’m-friendly smile, Kasty walked him to him. “Hey!” He greeted. “My name’s Kasty. Are you a student here?” He hoped that in talking with another person he’d look a little less conspicuous. Fox J. Maxwell
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Post by Fox J. Maxwell on Jun 23, 2016 21:35:16 GMT -7
Usually since summer break just started, there isn't really much reason as to why Fox would find himself at school today. Gardner High does offer some summer classes, but his grade was high enough that he didn't even need to attend any of that boring lectures. Yet here he was, heading to the school with his backpack that almost look like it was too big for someone his height. The weight of the backpack was enough to make him having some trouble lifting it up the ground, but he managed to maintain his balance while walking.
Fox was quickening his pace as he headed into the main school building; he need to get to the school library to return some mystery novels that he got before they officially close. As he makes his way to the school building, he heard someone calling out from behind him. He turned and saw another student was walking, or rather limping, toward him. The guy is much taller than him, so Fox sort of assume he got himself hurt from playing sport out in the field. His question, however, sound rather strange; of course he’s a student here, who else would be coming to the school building with a backpack? He stopped on his track in order for the guy to catch up to him.
“Um, hello,” he replied to the guy, “d-did you hurt yourself?”
Fox doesn't recognized the guy, but then again he didn't really pay much attention to the students at Gardner High to remember all their faces. The way he dress make him think he's in some kind of the school's sport teams, but he didn't hear anything about any sport event or practice out in the field today so that wasn't it. Maybe he was jogging and got trip and sprain his ankle or something.
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Post by Kasty Doherty on Jul 4, 2016 22:55:23 GMT -7
Thank goodness the guy stopped. Once he’d ditched the sword, his speed on his injured leg had decreased dramatically to where a speed walker could probably outpace him. He’d hoped it hadn’t been that noticeable, but it was the first thing the guy brought up. At least he was talking to someone - that was a step done, right?
“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. Just hurt it in volleyball practice today.” He said, laughing awkwardly and rubbing the back of his head. That was reasonable enough, right? That seemed reasonable enough. He did have a volleyball with him. “Actually, that’s what I wanted to ask you about. I’d like to talk to the school nurse about it, but I’m not from this school. I’m visiting for a duel-school practice thing.” That was probably a thing. “So, uh, I have no idea where it is.” He chuckled. “Do you by chance know how to get there?”
Kasty congratulated himself. Not only had he found a way to continue the conversation, but he’d come up with a plausible reason to come up to and talk to some random person he’d never spoken with before. Pretty good, if he said so himself.
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Post by Fox J. Maxwell on Jul 6, 2016 21:54:57 GMT -7
Fox nervously smiled; he glad the guy was okay, but a duel-school practice sound…weird. Is there such a thing as a duel school practice? He knew sometime the other school might have their sport practice on a different school’s practice field, but he had never heard of a volleyball practice. Looking at the guy’s leg, it doesn’t look like a sprain, so unless he accidentally kicked the metal beam of the net, or he’s hiding something.
“U-Um…sure,” he said to the guy, “the nurse office is in the way to where I'm going, I-I can take you there.”
Right now he isn’t sure if this guy is what he said he is; he need more information before he start to accuse him of being a stalker that he’d heard about throughout the school. He shifted the weight of his backpack slightly while remain eye-contact to the guy.
“S-so…what school did you go to then?” he asked, “if you don’t mind me asking.”
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Post by Kasty Doherty on Jul 15, 2016 1:18:43 GMT -7
Kasty did actually mind him asking because he didn’t have an answer. Were there any other high schools in this area? He was certain there were, but he couldn’t call any to mind. Emerald City hadn’t been his place of high school education and he’d never bothered to learn the schools he’d never go to. At least he was agreeing to take him to the nurse’s office. His eyes went to the direction of the wreckage down the street that had occurred no more than fifteen minutes prior. He hadn’t any idea where the other super had gone, and they were pretty well near the bottom of the list of people he wanted to run into right now.
Didn’t most schools just go by initials? “WHS.” Kasty replied, choosing a random letter to stick in front of ‘HS’. Not caring which direction he was going as long as the two of them were moving, he began walking towards the largest of the school buildings. “It’s this way, isn’t it?” He asked like he had absolutely no idea if it was that way or not. He didn’t.
“What did you say your name was?” He asked over his shoulder, more out of friendliness and habit than anything else.
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Post by Fox J. Maxwell on Jul 17, 2016 3:14:18 GMT -7
Fox can now be certain that this guy is lying; he took slightly too long to answer, and the initial he used isn’t any high school that he heard off. If this “Kasty” guy is lying about attending school, he might also be lying about his name too. This guy might possibly the stalker that everyone in school was talking about in the past few months. But why would he show up at school now, after summer vacation just started; there’s isn’t a lot of people hanging around school during summer month.
Maybe this guy is actually an old student that came to visit because he missed his old day. But if that’s the case, why would he lie about being injured from a volleyball practice and why lie about still attending school? There’s just too much uncertainty on this guy that he feel really nervous about the encounter. Should he report this guy to the principal? But is there are point of putting this guy in trouble when he didn’t do anything wrong?
But what if he’s a criminal on the run, and this is his way of trying to be inconspicuous? Too many possibilities, too many uncertainties, and too many questions remain unanswered. Fox feel really nervous, but also smiling inside with glee. He took a deep breath to calm his mind down:
“Call me Fox,” he replied to him, “The nurse office is this way, actually.”
He pointed to the opposite direction of where the guy was headed. Fox then guide the guy to the nurse office while keeping a close eye on the guy to make sure he didn’t do anything shady. He started to ask him some questions:
“S-So, how did you get hurt on volleyball practice anyway? Judging from your injury, it look more like you went through a brick wall rather than a normal sprain.”
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Post by Kasty Doherty on Jul 22, 2016 20:44:03 GMT -7
“Ah,” Kasty said, rubbing the back of his head and laughing at his mistake. Of course it was in the exact opposite direction he assumed it to be in. This is why it was a good thing he’d chosen a lie that didn’t require he knew his way around this place at all, because he wouldn't be able to point someone confidently to the front door of it. Nor the gymnasium field, he realized; he could make guesses, as schools had some commonality to their layouts and he was that weird kind of person who studied maps for fun, but he couldn’t do it with absolute certainty. Hopefully this wouldn’t become a problem.
He was going to make more friendly conversation with Fox - preferably not about himself - but he beat him to it. With a question Kasty didn’t know how to answer.
He actually had gone through a brick wall. An already somewhat broken one, and with the force of a hit that’d been mostly blocked by his sword (thank goodness that blade was impossible to break, otherwise that hammer to the center of his sword would’ve left him in the coffee shop with double the bruises and double the blades), but he couldn’t exactly tell Fox that. How did people get blunt injuries in volleyball? Get hit really hard by the volleyball, he guessed, but how likely was a volleyball to the leg? What else was there in volleyball?
“Yeah, it’s not a sprain. I, uh, ran into the pole that holds up the net.” Kasty replied shyly. “I was going to spike a ball and somehow ended up knocking my leg against it really hard. My instructor has no idea how I managed, but I did.”
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Post by Fox J. Maxwell on Jul 26, 2016 14:41:28 GMT -7
He isn’t sure if this guy got hit in the head so hard that he forgot how to play volleyball, or he’s the worst liar in history of mankind. In his head, Fox couldn’t really come up with how Kasty would be able to injure his leg even if he tried to spike the ball. It would make more sense if he got his leg injured from playing soccer or anything that require running around and using their feet.
He walked closely next to Kasty and observed him carefully from head to toe. He had the bag with volleyball on his shoulder, but he can easily get that in the sport shed. The janitor still haven’t fix the damn lock on the door, but the teachers around here didn’t really pay too much attention so they didn’t even know it was broken in the first place. If this guy is lying, he could at least pick an excuse that sound reasonable and common sense. So he probably was in a hurry that he just picked up whatever the first thing he saw in the shed if that’s the case.
He guided Kasty around inside the school building; he pretended to take Kasty to the nurse office when in actuality he’s getting closer to the school's security office. As soon as he saw the office at the end of the hall, he turned to Kasty with a stern look:
“O-Okay, you might want to stop with the bull-shit. I know you’re lying: that school you said you attended doesn’t exist, people don’t really do join-practice in Gardner High anymore, and if you’re truly having a volleyball practice, you should’ve known where the nurse office is since you have to walked by the office to get to the volleyball court, and the sign isn’t that hard to miss unless you’re blind. S-So unless you don’t want to get detain in the security office until the police arrived, you better tell me the real reason of your injury or I’ll scream for help.”
Fox pay close attention to Kasty’s every move in case he might pull out something to threaten him with. As soon as he does anything that might threaten his life, he will scream for help. Since the security office is right at the end of the hall, if this guy is at least have some common sense left, he wouldn’t do anything that would drawn attention to him.
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Post by Kasty Doherty on Jul 27, 2016 3:48:23 GMT -7
That seemed to have worked, thank goodness. Kasty happily followed along behind Fox (doing his best to keep weight off his injured leg) into the building. You know, Fox was a pretty nice guy. Here he was, taking time out of his day to help some random person he didn’t know, being friendly despite the randomness of his appearance and the inconvenience it was probably bringing him. Sure it wasn’t a particularly uncommon response, but the fact that other people would do the same didn’t undermine Kasty’s appreciation.
Until, that is, Fox stopped, turned, and began speaking what may as well have been nightmare fuel. Kasty’s eyes widened and he opened his mouth to defend himself against the - entirely correct - accusations, but try as he might, all he got were stuttered false starts. He had no idea what to say. He had no idea what to do. The rug had been pulled out beneath him before he’d even had a chance to realize there was a rug that could be pulled.
He could run. Turn around and sprint for the nearest exit. He was pretty fast, and could probably outrun security guards long enough to make it into the trees or street- if he wasn’t hurt. Without his sword, he was capping at a painful jog. He bet even the unsporty looking Fox could outrun that.
He could come up with another story. Something more plausible, like he was trying to find someone at the school and had gotten injured yesterday because that was entirely more plausible than being a volleyball player and would certainly be enough to convince the already suspicious Fox. That was going to work about as well as trying to run; the volleyball story had been one of his better alibis and that had just blown spectacularly up in his face. It would take nothing short of a poetic miracle for him to come up with a lie that’d satisfy Fox.
He could come clean, tell Fox what really happened and hope his poor luck would spare him for once and Fox would understand and not call the police-
Or, his sword could materialize beside him, freeze his heart in his throat, and clatter to the linoleum.
Kasty stared, utterly stunned, at the blade on the ground beside the two of them. Why, of all the times it chose to come to him, it picked times like these?! It never just decided to drop in during class or while he was shopping or taking the bus. It wasn’t like he was in any physical danger - at least, he didn’t think so. But a fight with his super persona had happened down the street only twenty or so minutes prior, and Fox knew Kasty was up to something. It’s like the thing knew exactly when its presence would make it obvious exactly who he was, and chose then to introduce itself to his company. The sword hated him. It hated him and was going to show it in the most passive aggressive ways it could fathom.
There was no point in trying to hide it. Kasty picked up his sword by the sheath. He locked eyes with Fox, taking a moment to memorize his face. His prior panic and previous smile gone, his face and voice grave. He held his blade confidently and his shoulders wide, trying to show he could be a danger, should Fox make the wrong move.
“Don’t. Tell anyone. It’s best if you forget I was here.”
And then he was gone.
He teleported away from the school as quickly as possible, keeping to the shadows. Kasty cursed his luck and his sword. He had no idea who Fox was besides for a face, name, and school of attendance. He could figure out more about the guy if he wanted - perhaps to safeguard himself by learning as much about the guy who knew about him as possible - but that was about all he could do to stop someone who could very well figure out who he was. Who knows what he would do with that information. He’d given the guy his name, shown him his face, and no one else in the city had a sword and could teleport. He may as well have walked up to the guy and introduced himself under his super name.
Except, he realized, he’d introduced himself as “Kasty”. Just like he always did.
For once, Kasty was very glad all of his official documentation was written under the name “Constantine”.
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Post by Fox J. Maxwell on Jul 27, 2016 23:03:38 GMT -7
“Did that just…?” Fox was taken by surprise as soon as he saw a sword appear right next to Kasty. Everything happen so fast that Fox didn’t even know what just transpired before him. Kasty picked up the sword and make what he assumed to be a threat before he disappeared out of sight.
It took Fox some time to gather himself to finally realize what just happen. What he learned from Kasty’s sudden disappearance is so shocking that he couldn’t even believe his own eyes.
“H-He was a s-super,” he said to himself, “I-I can’t believe it, a super appeared at this school, right in front of me. I-I just talked to a super!”
He didn’t have a long look at the sword, but there’s only few supers out there that use a sword, and only two of them are male. Learning this information, Fox form a smile on his face; he got all giddy inside. Everything happen now felt like he just got an A+ on his final exam, or even something more wonderful. He felt like he had just discovered the Rosetta stone. He knew no one would believe him even if he spread this news around since he’s the only one here. However he isn’t interested in sharing this wonderful discovery to anyone: not the police, not even the security guard.
After ten minutes finally passed for him to realize that supers isn’t here anymore, Fox carried his backpack toward the school library to return the book he borrowed. Deep down, Fox can’t help but smile, a very sinister and upsetting smile if anyone would look at him. He really can’t wait to see that guy again.
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