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My Human Barbarian from my current Pathfinders game. Was trying to make backstory and well- this was born. I got a lot of reference and inspiration from Apex Legends, Titanfall(even though Iâve never touched the game), Metal Gear Solid and much more! Hope you like my trash!
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The pull of magnetic fields forebodes more is yet to come.
(Writing excerpt and weird Thanosed version under the cut)
â...yo, what the fuck is that?!â Brian suddenly exclaimed, jumping to his feet and pointing into the sky. The rest of them looked up to see a growing dark shape in the sky. The sun began to glint off of it, and they all realized it was made of metal and probably full of trouble.
âGet the kids out of here and put on your costumes, weâre in for a fight,â Ken muttered, taking a sweeping glance over the courtyard.
âShouldnât we, uh, call the government?â CJ asked. Ken gave him a look.
âBrian and Logan hacked the government in their free time. They haven't come to help fight any monsters, why would they try and handle this when they canât keep teenagers out of their computers? We can do this. Go--Iâll distract it.â the others nodded and ran off, herding the smallest kids inside before following. Now they just had to get their costumes and get back out there.
And Ken had to face this thing alone.
Screams erupted as the mechanical monster finally landed. Two draconic heads scanned the area, necks snaking about as they eyed everyone, metallic blue eyes flashing. Ken swallowed as a surge of nervousness nearly overtook him. Last time he dealt with a two-headed whatever, heâd been eaten. And this time, he had no back up or his katanas!
The older students that had been passing through the courtyard all ran for the doors in a mass panic only to find that⌠they were all sealed shut. How⌠howâd that happen?
The dog tags under Kenâs shirt seemed to lift by some invisible force, slithering their way up and out of the neck of his shirt and trying to fly towards the robot. A magnetic forcefield? No opening doors, and his katanas might be useless even if he did have them with him. This would be a bit of a problem.
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From what Mia Budou knew Akai Hoshi high was established in the 1960s as the brother school to Amaririsu Academy. She almost went to the all girls school. It seemed like a paradise in a way, it also seemed repetitive and stuffy. It also also didnât have this schools sports programs.  Two decades ago Akai Hoshi decided to open its doors to the less affluent. It also made the bold choice  to become co-ed. Those changes didnât stop the money from rolling in. Because of that money the school boasts multiple gymnasiums and various fields. It even has its own weight room. There are separate small locker rooms for almost all the male sport teams. And one large locker/changing room for the female teams, but plans are already underway to build the girls their own spaces. Mia felt a tad miffed that the shiny new facilities would exist after she graduated. As is the girls are all good sports, even sharing the limited locker space with each other. But it was one of many ways that the boyâs were given precedence. Still, while Amaririsuâs campus is nothing to sneeze at itâs still a more academically minded school. Even her team, as low ranked as it was, easily beat Amaririsu. The girls there were more concerned with breaking nails than proper ball handlingâŚ.Yet here she was, two years later at her prefered school with its great sports program, not playing at all. Figures.
The boyâs basketball practices were held in the big gym after school. The girls used to practice in the mornings before class. It was something Mia didnât miss, though her body still woke her up at four. Despite being the only gym with bleachers, students werenât allowed to sit in the stands. Too many spectators could be a distraction. Said spectators made due with gathering in front of the large sliding doors that lead outside. Almost every day after drills the boyâs would play a two quarter practice game, alternating from the upperclassman to the freshmen. It was a way for the coaches to get a good read on the players current skill level. The real training, targeted at improving skills and building team chemisty, began around three weeks in. Â The spectators didnât know or care, so everyday crowds would gather. Â Mia didnât relish being a member of the crowd.
 Who the hell is Shin-kun, Mia thought bitterly. And why is he such a big deal? His self appointed fan club seemed to know something she didnât. They yelled his name once the coach announced that he would be playing in today's practice bout. Their voices were shrill, but it could be worse, she reasoned while resisting the urge to plug her ears. The first week had yet to pass but alliances had already been drawn. Todayâs crowd was smaller than yesterdays, this Shinâs fan club didnât hold a candle to Masaruâs. Being the starting point guard for a highly ranked team did that. Also, Masaruâs hair was fabulous. Mia didnât know much about what made a boy dashing or whatever, but she knew good hair when she saw it.
Mia was only here because Rukiya dragged her. Because despite being her girlfriend Rukiya was easily bribed by a pretty face and fancy pastries. Because Rukiya was way too nice to say no to just about anyone, much less an enigmatic freshman with a cute accent...She had nice hair too.
âMikami-chan Iâm putting you on the red team  And Nishi-kun will be on the white team.â  Coach Sakamoto announced, a grin on his face. His voice carried throughout the gym. Sakamoto seemed far too eager to put on a show. So did Mikami. Mia grabbed Rukiyaâs hand before she could return Mikamiâs wave.
âStill grumpy?â Rukiya asked in a whisper. She rubbed her thumb along Miaâs hand in an attempt to calm her.
Mia didnât answer, snatching her hand way. She wasnât sure what was worse, wasting more time on basketball after sheâd already decided to quit, or watching her girlfriend flirt. She caught Coach Ueda glancing at her. He looked away as soon as she noticed. Yeah, being here, being here was a bit worse.
Coach Sakamotoâs grin faded. âIs that okay with you Mikami-chan?â
Majida relaxed her face, she had been smirking without realizing it. âItâs fine. Unless someone else on the team would prefer to play in my place? Oh! But only Nishi-kun, Okumura-kun, and I play point guard. So someone would have to play an unfamiliar position,â Her voice sounded fake, even to her. Not that she cared.
The coach raised an eyebrow. âIs there anyone here that would like to try?â
The gym became silent.
âThen perhaps Okumura-kun would like a rematch against  Nishi-kun?â Majida suggested. She looked to Okumura.
The lanky boy scratched his red tinged hair. âUhh. I think it is best to leave the decision to the Coaches.â
âWell, if thatâs the case then Iâd still like to put Mikami-chan in.â Sakamoto said.
âCoach Ueda. What do you think?â Majida asked.
âI..â Uedaâs eyes flicked over to the spectators before refocusing on the first years. âIf you do not feel comfortable playing a game with the boys then we wonât make you. â
Sakamoto rolled his eyes. âSheâs itching for it. Donât fall for the innocent act Ueda-san.â
âThat attitude is why youâre still single you know.â Majida said as she glided to the practice jersey bin.
Sakamoto blush reached the tips of his ears. âMikami!â He balled his fists and stomped his foot like a grade schooler.
Coach Ueda cleared his throat but couldnât hide his grin. âVery well then Mikami-chan. But if you feel any stress be sure to let me know.â
âYes sir!â Majida responded smartly. She grimaced as she pulled the jersey over her head. Â It smelled horrible. They really did need a manager. She didnât want to think of the last time these jerseys were washed. Â Â
âYou have ten minutes to prepare.â Ueda announced. Â
Shin bounced a bit as she approached the red team. He was much too happy about this. She wondered if he had put the idea into Coach Sakamoto's head but wouldnât fault it for him this time. It played right into her plans after all.
âGo on and smile,â she said to him.
Shin beamed. It was contagious.
You idiot, she thought without malice. Shaking her head at him.
âSo gross.â Ryunosuke said under his breath. He was on the red team as well and didnât look happy about it.
Returning to a more neutral expression she turned to him. âYou gonna be alright without your other half?â
His light eyes darkened for a moment. Majida tensed, subconsciously preparing for a fight.
Ryunosukeâs eyes returned to their normal color as he turned away. âI just donât like to lose.â
âHow are we going to win?â Another teammate asked. Kita looked nervously at the shooting guard on Nishiâs team before tying his long hair back.
âJust get the ball to me and Iâll do the rest.â Shin answered.
âItâs a team sport remember? Chill.â Majida said. âI donât think itâs that deep.â She glanced over to Nishi, who was outright glaring at her. âOk...So uh yeah letâs just start with a read and react defense.â
âWhat did you do to piss him off?â Their small forward, Aida asked. Â âIâve only seen Nishi like that before a big game.â Aidaâs shirt lifted as he absently scratched his stomach,showing more of his tanned skin. Heâd probably be the darkest kid on the team if not for Majida. She wondered briefly if he just spent that much time outside or if he was always so tan.
âYouâre asking me?â Majida raised an eyebrow.
Aida shrugged. âHeâs looking at you.â
Majida returned his shrug. It was best if he did fight her seriously. Canât show off otherwise. âIâll deal with it.â
Ryunosuke scoffed loudly. Majida found it cute that he was still paying attention. Guess he had no choice now.
Majida spent the first quarter absorbing the atmosphere. She had a knack for catching peopleâs quirks and if she really focused she could pick up their rhythms and mood. She adjusted her self to match or exceed her target. At the moment her team was behind by six points. Shin was starting to get bored, though he never let the other power forward best him, he wasnât pushing himself as hard as he could either. Â Kita must have a bad history with the opposing shooting guard. Her team lost out on a few points because of it, but bad chemistry with a mark will do that. Ryunosukeâs eyes were flat, he did the basics when it came to blocking, but like Shin, he wasnât pushing himself. About the only one who was playing with his all was Aida. He was sluggish off the court, on it only he was pretty dynamic. While Shin was objectively a better player, Aida had scored more points. Nishi was far too focused on her considering that his teams score was on top. Sheâd use his distraction.
âHere!â she called out to Kita who once again was having a hard time.
She accepted the ball and took her shot, adjusting for Nishiâs block. His paranoia made him jump too soon. Two points.
âSwitch marks with me Kita-kun. Nishi-kunâs more your speed,â she said, louder than necessary. She patted Kitaâs shoulder as they jogged past each other. Nishi was better than Kita on all counts. But Kita didnât know that. Either way, Majida reasoned, heâs bound to produce better results against someone heâs not anxious around.
Nishiâs reaction exceeded her expectations. He missed the next shot he took. Unfortunately, his team got the rebound. They also managed to score another two points right after. Sheâd have to do something about that.
When the ball was once again in her hands she passed it to Kita who surprised her by being able to push past Nishi. He passed the ball to the Aida who was forced to pass it  back to her. There wasnât a clear shot from her angle so she passed it to Shin, he made the basket, but barely. âUse your knees Shin.â she yelled. âYour knees.â
âYes, yes.â
Really man, she stewed, annoyed by his laziness. Heâd been doing this all game. Just because he wasnât getting every ball he acted like there was no point in him putting in effort. Â âYes what?â she snapped.
He blinked at her. Letting the player he marked slip past him in his confusion. Perhaps he was far too used to people letting him do whatever he wanted on the court so long as he made the basket. âGot it...sorry.â
That player, free from the pressure of trying to dribble past Shin, took a shot.
âI get youâre heartbroken Ryunosuke, but at least try.â Her jeering was childish, but it seemed that even on this side of the world boys responded to it.
Ryunosukeâs eyes burned. He jumped up and snached the ball from the air, tossing it to Shin before approaching her. âWho said you could use my given name like -â
The whistle blew to signify that another point had been scored, cutting the tall boyâs tirade off. Shin had made the basket easily. He was a good shot, he could probably score more consistently if he wasnât always going for the flashier moves. Though all the baskets in the world mean little if the defence is sluggish. Shin seemed wholly uninterested in defence despite it being his secondary function as a power forward. Nothing she could do to encourage him in that regard at the moment. Ryunosuke would just have to hold the line.
She beamed at Ryunosuke while addressing Shin. âSee how much easier that was.â
Deflated a bit Ryunosuke crossed his arms. He pouted childishly as he stood there. âYouâre aggravating...â
She patted him lightly on the back before jogging off. âBack to your position please.â
âBossyâŚâ he muttered, though he did begin to move.
She waved at him without turning around. âJust doing my job.â Cuz someone has too, she thought. Hopefully with a bit more proding the boys would shape up.They could still win, the point spread wasnât that broad. Maybe sheâd switch with Aidaâs mark, the chemistry might work a bit better. Sheâd make that decision after the next basket.
Ryunosuke grabbed Nishi under his arms, practically dragging his friend off the court.
âLet me go Ryu! Iâm cool! Iâm calm!â Nishi yelled. Majida didnât know Nishi could become so red.
He glared daggers at the taller boy.
Ryunosuke ignored Nishiâs gaze. â Calm people donât shout,â he said passively. He gave Majida an understanding smile as he continued to pull Nishi backwards.The expression touched her, somehow she had gained his respect. Though she seemed to have reverted back to a negative with Nishi.
Her team had won, and yet her teammates were the ones most surprised by the outcome. Even Shin had expected to lose. Nishi demanded a rematch, convinced that with more time he could figure out how she turned the tide. And maybe he could have, but Majida wasnât planning to stick around long enough for him to find out how she worked anyway.
âRukiya told me you were doing this. But I had to see it to believe it.â Budou said with a bit of an edge to her voice.
Majida whipped around to face the older girl. Â She wasnât expecting her to want to talk so soon. âCaptain!â
âUse my name,â the Budou ground out through clenched teeth.
âSorry. Budou-san?â Despite the reprimand a bit of hope filled her. Â Better angry than absent. âIâm glad you could make it.â
âSeeing you play Iâm feeling a bit inadequate,â Chisaka said. She scratched the back of her head. âI just started playing since Iâm tall but youâre really good.â
âYes, yes she is.â Shin came from nowhere. He placed his hand possessively on Majidaâs shoulder. GIving it a firm squeeze.
âWhat are you doing over here?â Majida hissed. She brushed his hand off of her.
Budou smirked and crossed her arms over her chest. âI see youâve already made friends.â
âWell, she is joining the team so,â Shin gave the older girls his best salesman smile. It pissed Majida off. He behaved like he was so helpless yesterday. Now was trying to charm it up? What a load of bull.
âYou are?â Chisaka looked from Majida to Shin.
âItâs time to wipe the court down.â The boyâs team captain approached the group. âHey Mia, Rukiya.â
A chill ran down Majidaâs spine. Shin was such bad luck. She swallowed the impulse to groan.
Budou relaxed her posture, and looked up to smile amicably at him. She had to crane her neck a bit, the captain was a few inches over 6 feet by Majidaâs guess. âSorry about interrupting practice Ko.â
So they are close enough to use first names. Majida thought. Noted. Can I use this?
The captain returned Budouâs smile. âNo worries. I hear that youâre considering re-forming the female team?â
âUh.. well,â Budou chuckled nervously, deflating a bit. âAt the moment I have to say that It may be a waste of talent for Mikami-chan to join our team instead of yours.â
The male captain blinked at Budou. And then looked to Majida.
Majida looked between the two captains. âOkay⌠no? Iâm.â She grabbed Shinâs arm roughly, pointing at him with her other hand. âJust because this idiot-â
âHey! OwâŚâ Shin wrested his arm from Majidaâs grasp. He rubbed the spot where she grabbed him. âIâm not an idiot!â
Majida pursed her lips . âUh huh⌠Anyway. Just because he says so doesn't make it true. Besides itâs not allowed anyway.â
The captain covered his mouth with his fist in an unsuccessful attempt to stifle a chuckle. That shouldnât be allowed, Majida thought. It sucked that he was low key laughing at her expense, why did he have to be so cute while - Ugh stop it! This is not the time!
Majida eyes rolled magnificently. âTechnically my big toe. Like I told you last night even if itâs not explicitly outlawed by the school the competition guidelines would never allow it.â
Chisaka smirked âLast night?â The older girlâs eyes glowed with interest. Budou smirked once again, she analyzed both Majida and Shin with her gaze.
Oh god! Majida screamed internally. She didnât even look to see what the Captainâs face looked like. She didnât want to know, but she knew where this conversation would go and wanted no part of it. Â Majida cleared her throat. âAnyway. We can talk later.â She bowed slightly in the upperclassmenâs direction. Â âItâs time to wipe down the court.â She almost ran, dragging Shin with her towards the other freshman, ignoring his protests. Â It wasnât the most graceful exit but sheâd take it. Besides, she had accomplished her main objective. If Budou still liked basketball, like Majida assumed she still did, there was no way she wouldnât be seriously thinking about reforming the team after watching a fun game. Sheâd keep chipping away until she wore the older girl down. Â