Meme Day Post || OPEN

♪: A song (or two) that I associate with my character

half•alive - still feel.

“Plus.... Ultra...?”

Hearing Ojiro speak those words, he began to reflect on the exact meaning of those words.  He knew it to be a creed toward the students of that academy.  He knew it to be the phrase that those kids looked up to just like their heroes, especially.  Plus Ultra ... To go beyond.  To go beyond one’s limits and tap into that hidden power.  What could he possibly do in a situation like this?  His chakra was nearly exhausted at this point or so he felt it.  His body’s limitations was at its peak, and he knew his body never truly recovered from illness.  These artificial humans were too much even for the Uchiha.  Amaterasu could burn away one, but he did not have enough reserves in him for all of them.  What else could he possibly do...? 

Eyes stared up at some of the beings flying and the red hues would then glance around at the others on ground.  Everyone was doing their best, yet he sat there trying to think of something ... anything.  What could he possibly do?  To defeat creatures that could regenerate so fast?  It was beyond his power right now.  He couldn’t kill them, and his illusions seemed to be useless against them.  He couldn’t stop them, and he couldn’t kill them.  Were those his only options?

@handsel -> @horsefacedliar ->@tailented -> @affectedamygdalae

It was something of a ‘right place, right time’ kind of coincidence. Chihiro had met up with Ojiro after the two agreed that exploring the city was a smart move-- but doing it alone might have not been too safe. Or, well, Ojiro said that, and with Chihiro’s less-than-threatening silhouette they couldn’t find it in their heart to disagree. Of course, the first logical place to look was the large sinkhole in the middle of the island-- but there the two were greeted by a large crowd... And a floating, angel-like girl.

She spoke of beacons, placement, and reward. People ate it up immediately. Exploration with reward-- it seemed to be too good to be true, but the angell-like doll didn’t actually seem to mean any harm. Chihiro could only wonder what kind of A.I. was controlling the thing; it spoke with a human-like smoothness that was extremely difficult to code. Even Alter-Ego had it’s conversational hiccups.

“A team... I wonder if we should help too?” Chihiro let out a sigh, asking the question aloud, though mostly to themself. Looking around, they noticed more and more people lining up, in groups of two, three, even four. It was then their their eye caught onto someone familiar. 

“Ah, Celestia-san!” Chihiro called out. The gambler wasn’t too far either, and Chihiro noticed a second later she had company as well. It was nice to see another familiar face. With more help, perhaps it would make the beacon placement easier-- that is, if she was willing to help. Perhaps Chihiro was being a bit overzealous, but they couldn’t help but be just a little excited. The programmer waited for her approach before speaking again.

          "Ojiro-kun?! You're here too!"

     She runs his way, almost immediately recognizing him from behind. Slowly, Uraraka had been getting used to the layout of the city. Out on a jog, she was surprised to have seen another one of her classmates brought to Spirale.

He's texting aggressively on his phone, sending a mass text to the people he trusts most so far in the city.

[TXT]: So this shit is happening. I trust you three to watch my back, unless of course you have other teams already. In that case, be safe, and good luck.

[TXT]: None of us here are truly human, so our team name will be Rough Riders, because we ride on the the roughest shit possible

But they couldn’t just stay inside. They had to get out, see this new, new life, and what it had in store. Celeste would have done the same! Her and... another friend. He wouldn’t have given in either.

So, standing on the train platform bright and early, Chihiro let out a small yawn. If they were going to get a feel for the city, they might as well do it on a schedule... But maybe not so early next time. 

Rubbing an eye, an all too familiar yet shiver-inducing feeling returned. A strange brushing on the backs of their legs, lifting their skirt slightly. It certainly woke them up.

“Ah--!” They choked out a small yelp, immediately turning and patting a hand down on the back on their skirt. Yet upon looking at the culprit, any words that they could have said just... died in their throat. Hazel eyes widened, breath stuttering in their lungs. There was no mistaking it--! “Ojiro-san...!”

“Something tells me you’re always down to helping people....even if it there isn’t any need to do so.” Look at how hard he’s working with helping these ghost people clean up and repair. Ah, it makes Romanus want to actually help....

Will he help? Maybe.