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[[ sorry i’ve been inactive the past few days! week has been busy! but I’ll be able to post replies and hopefully a couple starters this weekend! ]]
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Only now did Michi truly realize how prominent his claws were. It seemed as if they might even get in the way of certain things; namely using chopsticks. She held her tongue and didn't comment, but made a mental note.
Her attention turned fully back into the conversation. There were many areas in which Michi needed to improve, but listening was not one of them. When engaged in conversation with someone she was truly interested in, she naturally absorbed herself in every aspect of the conversation. "Hero course! Ah I should've guessed. You definitely fit the mold of someone in the hero course." Of course she meant this in an entirely positive way, but it was easy to perhaps mistake that as a snide remark.
"And me? H-Heh yeah, general department." Was it that obvious? "...I'm not really the hero type, yanno? I don't think I could handle that kind of pressure to begin with!" On top of her naturally pacifistic attitude, there was no way she would be able to get through the physical training required to enroll in the hero course.
She spoke in between slurps of tea, slender fingertips dragging across the rim of the can. Softly, almost unnoticeable, her toes tapped a slow, but steady, rhythm. Aside from these thoughtful physical ticks, her attention squarely focused itself on Komori. Well, squarely in a way. Eye contact was never her forté. Michi's gaze would hold itself and connect with Komori's for lengths of time, only breaking off to glance at passing students or the table, but it would only break for small moments before coming right back around.
"...Do you...well, do you like the hero course?" She didn't expect anything but a standardized answer of 'of course', but part of her ached with curiosity to get even a glimpse into the world of heroism. She had no friends in the hero course, so all she could glean was from whispers and lingering rumors. "Is it fun? Not like school is...anything fun but-- I guess what I-- I wanna know if, do you-- I mean like, is it...worth it?" She visibly struggled through this sentence, mind working to articulate her words in a way that wouldn't possibly offend.
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[ first time doing this, but here’s a starter call if anyone is interested!! ]
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Nerves were preparing her for the worst. A rejection, a disgusted response, anything other than the casual “sure thing” she received instead. Yes! This was it! Time to bond! With relief pouring over every bone in her body, she quickly snapped up the second can of tea, placing both on the table beside his tray. “Any lunch? Uh-- well, I…” She began looking around her person for her usual lunchbox, but with all of planning that went into this, she forgot to actually bring any food. Time for another one of her little lies. Don’t get her wrong, she didn’t LIKE lying to people, especially to their faces, but it’s not like it was doing much harm, right?
“Oh my lunch, of course! I made sure to eat before I came over, uh, I like to eat in private.” Sliding in to sit across from him, she folded her hands underneath her chin and leaned forward, just a bit. Her eyes glanced at his own food tray, noting that he liked rice dishes, or at least preferred one today.
A drawn out period of silence was shared between the two. It occurred to her that she didn’t actually prepare any topics for conversation… “...So...Komori-san uh...are you-- a student here? Ah I mean of course you’re a student but I meant more like-- are you a hero? Support?” With a bit of an awkward motion, she reached out and cracked open one of the teas, idly sipping it as she talked.
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Even though she never considered herself to be much of the judgmental type, it didn't take her long to start establishing staunch ideas of what his personality was. They were positive ideas of course, but the matter of how accurate they were was another question entirely.
Cool. Aloof. Strikingly observant. Always prepared. Words like these began popping into her head. She was sure that Komori-san was the guy you wanted to be. A noncommittal guy who hangs around rooftops, thinking about life's greatest mysteries, and probably playing a saxophone with his shirt unbuttoned.
Silently, she accepted the crumpled napkin and began dabbing at her nose and lip. Her brain registered the curved claws at the tips of his fingers, but consciously she didn't seem to notice.
"...It's uh- well, see, it's kind of a weird story." Her previously boisterous attitude instantly shriveled down into a more bashful, almost embarrassed demeanor. "We happened to pass...each other...in the hall like a...week ago," this was a lie. She had to save face in front of a cool dude like him. How could she possibly admit that she's been planning their friendship for months. ",and I noticed you had like, haha this is really creepy, but you had like, ears and ...fangs and stuff. Like me." A finger hooked around her bottom lip, revealing the jagged teeth, while another finger lifted a bit of hair, showing off those pointy ears.
Nervous chuckles poured out of her mouth as she bent down to retrieve a single tea can, a sizable dent in the side of it. "So I wanted to ask if-- if you wanted to like...uh, you know like..." Words were failing her. "Hang out? Be chill, friends, chill friends." Nailed it.
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t h e b a s i c s .
name. nobusumu michi
nickname(s). miichan, the pale doctor (her made up ‘totally not hero’ name)
age. seventeen (october 5th)
species. vampire/nosferatu
p e r s o n a l .
morality. lawful neutral
religious belief. athiest
sins. lust / greed / gluttony / sloth / pride / envy / wrath
virtues. chastity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness / patience / justice
primary goals in life. to provide comfort and care for those around her, become comfortable in her own skin
languages known. japanese
secrets. father and brother are villains (she almost never tells anyone this)
habits. fidgets A LOT, can’t maintain eye contact very well, snacks a lot, definitely has to set 50 alarms in order to get up, is stupidly nosy
p h y s i c a l .
build. slender / scrawny / bony / fit / athletic / curvy / herculean / babyfat / pudgy / obese / other
height. 5′3′’
scars/birthmarks. a couple on her knees from falling down as a kid, definitely a couple bite scars from play fighting (and real fighting) with brother
abilities/powers. aside from her quirk, can see in the dark, slightly energized by moonlight (the energy boost is similar to drinking coffee), slightly better hearing than normal
restrictions. physically weak, bright sunlight for prolonged periods of time can cripple and immobilize her (this doesn’t include artificial light), hates crowds.
f a v o u r i t e s .
favourite food. garlic flavored things!
favourite drink. hot cocoa
favourite pizza topping. garlic green peppers
favourite colour. purple
favourite music genre. calm jazz, folk
favourite book genre. romance or mystery
favourite movie genre. comedy
favourite season. winter
favourite curse word. heck
favourite scent. she is a HUGE sucker for cologne or perfume
f u n s t u f f .
loud burper or soft burper. soft urps
sings in the shower. hums
likes bad puns. yes / no (when she can notice them, usually she’s just too dumb to know)
tagged by: I stole this from @nocturnehero
tagging: anyone who wants to do it!
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Okay, think, think. Maybe there was a chance he just didn't see? If she could just get away with lying there motionless then this entire problem could be solved. Ah, yes, Michi you were bred of pure genius-- shit. Was he patting her back? Oh god, he was speaking at her. He managed to see right through her deception, just like Sherlock Holmes.
A handful of moments passed in silence until both shoulders started to twitch. Her face peeled itself from the ground, bright red from the impact, with a gooey trail of blood smeared across the upper lip. "--Alright? Why wouldn't I be alright?" That voice of hers trembled, but still she continued to feign ignorance.
She got herself standing again, sweeping the dust off of her skirt and jacket. "That was uh-- a clever ploy to get your attention." As she said this, her chest puffed out like a proud bird. "And it seems like it worked!" With both nostrils now beginning to bleed, she bowed towards him, bending at the hips. "I'm Nobusumu Michi!!! I'm very excited to meet you!" It would appear as if she couldn't quite control the volume of her voice, as she shouted this part.
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@nocturnehero
If she had to guess she would say that it's been about 2 months now. 2 months since she first laid eyes on that student. Fellow classmates informed her of his name; Jun Komori. Knowing absolutely nothing about him, obviously she was interested. Well, that wasn't entirely true. She knew one thing and one thing only. He had pointy ears and sharp fangs...just like her.
In hindsight, it was a pretty stupid thing to get excited over. Was she gonna obsess over the next person who ended up liking the same soda as her? Actually, ignore that, of course she would. Maybe she's just been particularly bored the past couple months. Nothing to really think about other than this. The poor girl must have gone through at least 20 different strategies to introduce herself to him, but as with most things, she spent far more time planning the game plan than actually executing the game plan. It took a solid week for her to muster enough courage to ask her next door neighbor if they wanted to visit for dinner.
But enough tomfoolery! Today was the day! She was running on a perfect 8 hours of sleep, ate the healthiest breakfast ever, took a shower! Michi knew EXACTLY where the boy sat at lunch (no it’s not creepy, it’s called planning ahead) and thus had formulated the ultimate strategy. First, she would purchase precisely TWO cans of hot tea from the vending machine, second, she would slowly but purposefully approach him at lunch, third, she will proudly display both cans, confidently declaring they share the cans as a form of friendship, fourth, they will exchange names, favorite colors, and positive reinforcement, and fifth, they will become best friends forever. It was FLAWLESS! FOOL-PROOF!
The first step went swimmingly. Once lunch-time rolled around, Michi spent the 400 yen necessary to acquire two cans of tea. Her fingers coiled firm around the aluminum, heat radiating from both cans. Ah yes, the perfect FRIENDSHIP TEMPERATURE.
Now was time for STEP TWO. It went-- well, it went about as well as she feared. One foot in front of the other, it was vital that she remembered how to walk at this moment in time. Her knees wobbled tentatively with each precarious step she took. Once she was a good 5 feet away from where he was sitting, Michi attempted to speak. "Komori-san! Did you wanna share some t--" Just as she began to utter that last word, the toe of her shoe caught against the floor, making a sputtering squeak as the entire weight of her upper body plummeted into the ground. Michi's face made solid contact, both cans of tea flinging off to the sides, clanging and rolling into the sunset. All that followed was deafening silence. The next course of action that she could think to do was either cry or pretend she was dead.
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[ outfits and.... crocs.. ]
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“I’ve never seen anything like you before.”
While it was true that Michi considered herself to be, well, out of the ordinary, she definitely didn’t expect a comment such as this from someone…such as himself.
The pointy eared student gently craned her neck, trying to not-so-subtly sneak a peek at that big, fleshy…tail? That was a tail, right? “That may be so, but I’ll say I’ve never seen anything like you, either!” Michi clasped both hands behind her back, teetering on the balls of her feet. The more brutally curious side of her imagination began firing off a barrage of questions that echoed in her head, but because she was raised with manners, she narrowed her questions down to just one.
“Does it talk?”
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Terrible First Meeting Starters
For breaking the ice in the worst possible way, featuring themes including: kidnapping, murder, stalking, injury, monsters, and just general meanness. [Brackets] indicate spaces to include your own words to personalize your ask!
“Wh-who are you? Where are we? Why are we tied up together?!”
“You almost killed me, so no, it’s not nice to meet you.”
“Oh my god, are you okay? Should I call an ambulance?”
“I wondered when you were going to wake up. You almost didn’t survive.”
“Get out of my way before I move you myself.”
“Please, let me out of here!”
“You’re staring like you’ve never seen a [monster/vampire/demon/etc] before.”
“Hey. Pretend you were waiting for me. You’re being followed.”
“You don’t know me, but something terrible is going to happen.”
“You’re in the wrong place at the wrong time.”
“Please, someone help!”
“You shouldn’t be out here all by yourself this late at night.”
“Stop shining that flashlight on me! I’m not a damn ghost!”
“I’m sorry if I hurt you.”
“Shh, don’t scream! I’m not trying to attack you!”
“I’ve never seen anything like you before.”
“Stand right there and don’t get any closer!”
“Now that you’ve seen this, I can’t let you leave and just tell anyone.”
“Ugh, my head. What happened to us?”
“Is there a reason you’ve been following me for an hour?”
“If you come near me, I will scream at the top of my lungs.”
“Holy shit. What have you done?!”
“Is that blood? Is that YOUR blood?”
“Don’t panic, I can explain!”
“I promise you, this isn’t what it looks like.”
“I won’t hurt you if you just keep your mouth shut.”
“Who are you? Where are you taking me?!”
“This is for your own safety. I’ll explain later.”
“What the hell was that thing back there?!”
“There’s something wrong with me. I need your help!”
“Please, someone, there’s been an emergency!”
“You can’t leave. You’re a witness and now you’ve involved.”
“I’m being hunted, and now they’ve seen you too.”
“If you believe in any god, I suggest praying to them now.”
“Shh! Hide here, and don’t move a muscle.”
“Can I walk with you? I think I’m being followed.”
“I’m so sorry. I don’t like tricking people, but I had to lure you here.”
“Fuck off, this is private property!”
“I’ve seen some weird shit, but you’re something else.”
“Oh my god. Are you a [monster/demon/angel/etc]?”
“Don’t look at me like that, with those eyes.”
“That isn’t your blood. What did you do?”
“I promise not to tell anyone, just let me go!”
“Come with me. I want to show you something.”
“You’re not going to eat me, are you?”
“You should never have approached me. You don’t know who you’re dealing with.”
“Go away, I’m not looking for a conversation.”
“You don’t just follow people to their homes! I’m calling the police.”
“Please, I’ll do anything, just untie me!”
“I’m sorry if I scared you.”
“I had to tie you up. You didn’t leave me any other choice.”
“I don’t even know you. What do you mean, I ‘have’ to go with you?”
“We almost died back there. Maybe we should introduce ourselves.”
“Let go of me!”
“I’m hurt. Please, I need you to call an ambulance for me.”
“You have to come with me, something bad is about to happen!”
“I’m not leaving until you tell me why you’ve been following me!”
“Seeing as we may not survive, I should tell you my name. It’s [name].”
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there’s plenty of amazing blogs for this precious guy on here, but I’ve been feeling a lot of muse for him! hello, everyone! my name is alex and i’m seriously anxious to look for some new rp partners! so, would you please LIKE and REBLOG for a vigilante!MIDORIYA IZUKU? thank you! <3
personals, please don’t interact!
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[ a hands-on student; various headcanons (are they still headcanons if it’s my character...?) that i have about michi and her hands ]
- her clothes often appear very wrinkled or disheveled due to her constantly gripping onto the fabric, wringing it in her hands, or picking at it when she’s bored.
- carries things like worry stones around at school, most likely owns a fidget toy that she can tinker with while at home studying.
- understands personal boundaries so will not make physical contact with someone until they’ve approved it’s okay or are close enough friends with her, but she doesn’t mind physical contact from strangers.
- likes to toy with her hair. curling hair around a finger or tugging at it when she’s in deep thought.
- excels at hands-on things like sewing, sculpting, crafts, etc.
- will clench and unclench her hands when nervous, or rub them together.
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[ i just spent like...2 hours just...reading thru people’s blogs. how are you guys such great writers?! my god! this rpc is so talented ;; ]
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🐰 🕹
“You’re asking about what...textures I prefer? What a neat question! Well, I would have to say...smooth and glossy. I do keep a worry stone with me to like, rub on and stuff when I’m feeling anxious. But I don’t dislike plushie things! I think I just find smooth things much more calming.”
“...and what I do when I’m bored...mmm, let’s see...I do really like sewing, or knitting. Something I can occupy my hands with. And at the very end you end up with something neat you can be proud of! Color by number pages are a hobby of mine as well...ahah, thinking about it all of my interests are a bit boring, eh...”
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🔖- Is your muse a daydreamer? What do they tend to think about? Have they ever caught themselves while lost in thought?
“…I hate to admit it but I ah– I do tend to drift off sometimes! Usually during class… I’ll daydream about what it would be like to be a Hero. Being able to inspire and comfort people by simply existing. Doesn’t that sound exciting? I’m mostly good at catching myself when I’m fantasizing but sometimes I need help snapping out of it.”
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