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alright guys, i’m probably not going to be on at all tonight if i’m lucky. we’re getting a lot of heavy snowfall where i am and the power has flickered more than once over the past few hours. it’s only a matter of time before it goes out. i hope it doesn’t, but if it does, i will see you all whenever it comes back!!
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plotting/starter call
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“ when everyone is special, NO ONE is. ”
#ᶦ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ˡᵉᶠᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵉʳᵐˢ ᵒᵖᵉⁿ ┊⛧┊ ˢᶦᵐᵖˡʸ ᵗᵉˡˡ ᵐᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˢʰᵃʳᵉ ( i.open )#ʸᵉᵗ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵖᵒʷᵉʳ ┊⛧┊ ˢᵗᶦˡˡ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐ ᶠᵒʳ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ( v.2 )
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all might.
Often compared to the sun though there are some dark spots of suspicion that reside beneath the well poised expression as he regarded the counselor before him. However, it’s the trust upon the principal that withstands any doubt on the decision to recruit a rather omnipresent individual. ❝I APOLOGIZE !!!!!!❞ sincere deep down, with the wave after wave of new experiences & adapting to en environment where he now works ever so closely with others; it’s almost like a thick wave of sensations & stimulation upon his senses. All too accustomed to anything other than his persona for the public quite secured & private. ❝I guess I’m still far behind in reading up the memos & manuals. Quite the mountain of paperwork that it’s almost having me break a sweat hahahahahahaha !!!!❞
( … but really what did he mean — was that already the ‘dive’ that’s been so implied to be honed by the counselor? )
Within such a symbol, perhaps others would envision merely endless & boundless space of light & energy that exudes such powerful rays of HOPE. When it’s the vessel who utilizes what has been trained & sewn into every fiber of his being since the receive of the GIFT, that has worked hard efforts to raise an impression. Clouds & mist akin to the steam that his body would release is what fills up the seemingly invincible hero —- only very selected individuals so willingly entrusted with the facts of what lies within. Uncertain he was what would happen if the so counselor so dared ( if he truly did from the start ) to prod deep and deeper.
❝Pleased to meet you !!!!!!!!!! Not often do I get to work alongside other heroes.❞
The eccentricity with which All Might had was almost unsettling to him. Not because it was unexpected, but because the energy that came from his words was enough to almost make him wince. The words, however, were barely allowed to process as he focused on the life force the man himself had. Dumbstruck would have been an understatement to what he saw. Upon diving into his mind, a man that seemed to have every reason to be full of himself was in fact terribly insecure and filled with pain, doubts, and regrets. Now looking at his life force, he was only further throw off at how few years the man seemed to have left in him. His aura was weak compared to the overt physical strength as well as tenacity. Even if he was planning to make a deal with the man, he would have changed his mind the moment he saw that.
Whatever was going on, he wanted to find out. But right now, right then and there, would probably not be the best time to do so. “ I’m not so sure I can be considered a hero. I don’t do a fraction of what most of the teachers in this school have done. ” He had never done any of it, actually, and had no real desire to dip his toe into that lifestyle. Not yet, at least. Viktor took a moment and cleared his throat as he realized he had yet to introduce himself. “ I apologize, I should have introduced myself even if you had read the memo. Viktor Maksimson. ”
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“ my eyes have been like this for as long as i can remember. ”
#ᶦ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ˡᵉᶠᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵉʳᵐˢ ᵒᵖᵉⁿ ┊⛧┊ ˢᶦᵐᵖˡʸ ᵗᵉˡˡ ᵐᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˢʰᵃʳᵉ ( i.open )#( he's got black eyes with glowing red pupils )#( so demonic )#( but he loves them )
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stranger.
‘ is everything alright ? do you need help ? ‘
“ shouldn’t i be asking if you’re alright?? ” since taking the position at the school, distractions were available far and wide. as observant as he usually would be, it was a bit of a shock that he so easily ran into someone just from turning a corner. the papers that he had dropped were gathered up and tucked under his arm. “ are you a parent of one of the students?? ”
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nighteye.
❝ seems like you’re intent on following me anyway, i don’t understand why you’d ask for permission, ❞ well, the offer had also been a little open-ended. they’re both quite talented when it comes to pulling on one another’s various strings. but he cannot help this growing, festering sensation that viktor allowed it. he’s made it a little too easy to burrow underneath the skin. which unnerves a strategist such as himself ; he’s dealt with villains that had zero tact and those with an intellect of above human standard. this, though—- these interacts are both raw and borderline faux. a mere imitation of whom or whatever this employee wanted to convey ; foresight might’ve been decommissioned, but the sharpened mettle that the other’s earned across numerous years ( or perhaps born with ) alarms him to a particular set of individuals.
❝ allow me to be transparent. i don’t trust you as far as i can throw you. which is approximately around ten feet, i’d assume. but the point is: you’re going to remain under my constant observation and supervision for the sake of those enrolled within this establishment. consider this a simple extension of courtesy, ❞ hopefully, he won’t come to regret it. honesty does place them on an even playing field—-. where he can play a game of metaphorical chess with the devil, so to speak. but they’ll all are aware as to the guidelines they’ve signed up for. the seer makes no aggressive motion ; even slowing down his strides and pace so that the other teacher can catch up. his lithe physique does make him stand out, even amidst those in a superhuman society. ordering the same as he always did ( a latte, dark roast ) he offered to order his companion’s too.
❝ go ahead. this one is on me, ❞ he definitely holds enough excess funds to take someone out to lunch. and given the state of his professional office, he is definitely sitting pretty due to those prior affiliations.
technically speaking, he didn’t ask for permission. even if nighteye hadn’t said that he could come along, he would have followed regardless if not just to see his reaction. the door to his office was closed as they walked out, hands slipping into his pants pockets as he followed behind, and then alongside the man himself. the confession that came was expected, something he thought would come much sooner and with more of a malicious tone. though he wondered what the other considered constant observation. if he was going to stop by every day, see him every lunch -- whatever it was. he was interested to know just what the taller man had in store for him.
“ maybe i can earn your trust one day. but i won’t push for that. ” even if nighteye didn’t trust him any time in the long run, he didn’t care. viktor’s stay at the school may just be temporary, ranging between a month or two if it couldn’t keep his interest. so far, he was well entertained. he watched as nighteye ordered his drink, and when he was permitted to order for himself on the same bill, he didn’t hesitate to have an espresso. “ thank you. next time, i’ll treat you. ”
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#「 i could make 'a prick' joke -- but i shall not. 」
U SHOULD AHVE DONE IT!!! DON’T DISAPPOUITN!!! ASDF;LKJSAD
#nightcye#ᶦ'ᵐ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵃ ᵇᶦᵍ ᵈᵒʳᵏ ┊⛧┊ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˡᵒᵛᵉˢ ʰᵒᵗ ᵗʰʳᵉᵃᵗᵉⁿᶦⁿᵍ ᵐᵉⁿ ( .ooc )#( i need to know what it would hav ebeen!!!! )
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. THE NEEDLE && THE MARSHMALLOW .
( gumfat sideblog to viiktorious )
#ᵃˢ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵉᵉ ᵐʸ ᵛᶦˢᵃᵍᵉ ┊⛧┊ ᵉˣᵖᵉᶜᵗ ᵃ ᶜᵒⁿᵗʳᵃᶜᵗ ᵒʳ ᶜᵒˡˡᵉᶜᵗᶦᵒⁿ ( .sp )#( decided to bring the gum tum back )#( he's a sideblog to viktor here now )#bnha rp#boku no hero academia rp#mha rp#my hero academy rp#aku no higan rp
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just remember kids, don’t try to playfully exorcise viktor or else he’ll traumatize you
#ᶦ'ᵐ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵃ ᵇᶦᵍ ᵈᵒʳᵏ ┊⛧┊ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˡᵒᵛᵉˢ ʰᵒᵗ ᵗʰʳᵉᵃᵗᵉⁿᶦⁿᵍ ᵐᵉⁿ ( .ooc )#( just to fuck with people he'd act like he's dying )#( burst into flames or do some weird shit and just )#( act awful )
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all might.
❝Pardon me — ?❞ only the smile to be wielded upon his visage, under presumption that another is being addressed by the counselor. A quick review of profiles & brief introductions has only told him enough that there is a reason this man is more than fitted for the role in school ( hence he chosen to elude him as much as possible. Chance meeting & perhaps wrong turn, his feet led him here with a greeting. ❝Ohohohoho — is it due to how I’m unable to decide which bento meal should I buy next?❞ is his hearty chuckle, but deep down caution is inlaid as did he actually just invade his mind space just then —-. Above the well honed smile is the narrow of suspicion lines across the heavy-set gaze. ❝Might I ask – was it only recently did you start here at U.A?❞
Even looking at him, the hero proved to be quite the character. The smile was ever present on his face and his disposition was... sunny, to say the least. Almost radiant, if not beaming. Which was why Viktor believed what lay beneath the surface would have been close to narcissism if the man thought highly of himself. Yet the way the man skirted around what he had seen within his mind only further proved that he was, in fact, much more complex than anyone could have guessed. A soft sigh escaped at the evasion but he decided not to press too hard. Perhaps in a little bit. “ I began a week ago -- I thought all of the staff here was notified when I joined. ”
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nighteye.
❝ hah, ❞ that’s funny. as though the counselor managed to shake him off the trail. but, they didn’t call sir nighteye one of the smartest men in the world for frills and luster. he’s earned it, that title ; outwitting even the most deft villains. his hands rested atop his kneecap as he felt his svelte frame shift a little as he got upright once more. with his current curiosity sated, there’s no reason to remain in the man’s office to taunt or debate any further. ❝ i didn’t figure you to be that easy, viktor, ❞ but he’ll allow them both some room to breathe. the oracle isn’t a quick-tempered type ; nor one that held grudges. even though it seemed his personality would be tailored to it. the strategist has an almost inhuman calm. perhaps that came from his omniscience. though he cannot sense where exactly viktor will be, due to the malfunction in foresight.
so long as a human has logicality and perception, their goals tended to run parallel to one another. desire, dominance, obsession—- it is human nature to be gluttonous. amplify pleasure to lessen pain. that is the reason addictions exist, superficial realities ; mental illnesses place importance on a select trait in order to rationalize the irrational. his mother, he had seen this sort of catalyst in her. as a child, he couldn’t understand, alas—- as an adult he’d pitied her. both hands cross atop one another as he started to walk past the man towards the door. these rooms are insulated so that no one could listen in to a session, no sound in and no auditory output. or so he’d thought ; student’s privacy is important when sharing certain details with a licensed therapist. ❝ people are complex and yet so painstakingly simple. aren’t they—-? ❞
a predictable bunch, he’d say. ❝ i know a place nearby that has good arabic coffee. we still have about thirty minutes until next period. ❞ what is that other saying. oh, yes—- keep one’s friends close. keep one’s enemies closer—-? once he is able to get ‘ comfortable ’ with the other’s quirk and liability to read his overt intentions. the tension between them might dissipate.
it was probably the most positive reaction he could have gotten to the crude joke he delivered. a part of him expected nighteye to be on his case, to threaten him in some way, shape, or form into telling him just what he was doing there. if that had happened, he would have had to think of something to sate the man or make him go away. perhaps pretend he had some kind of meeting with a student or another teacher. but, thankfully, none of that had to be done. instead, the man seemed to be letting him off quite easy on the interrogation. viktor stayed to the side as nighteye got up and moved to walk past him, watching and waiting to see if there were any last words to be said. when they were, he only nodded and smiled. “ i could study the human mind all my life and still only grasp the surface of how people behave. ”
then the offer was made. the only thing to catch him off guard the entire time they had spoken. his smile dropped a little as his brows raised in surprise, though his expression returned to what it was when he noticed how serious sir nighteye was. whatever the other had in mind when he made the offer, viktor didn’t particularly care. it was time he had to burn and perhaps it would prove to be interesting. “ then if you don’t mind, i would like to join you. ” seeing as the man hadn’t overtly asked him to, he had to invite himself along. not that he minded, he was enjoying their exchange.
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would anyone like me to throw viktor their way??
#ᶦ'ᵐ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵃ ᵇᶦᵍ ᵈᵒʳᵏ ┊⛧┊ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˡᵒᵛᵉˢ ʰᵒᵗ ᵗʰʳᵉᵃᵗᵉⁿᶦⁿᵍ ᵐᵉⁿ ( .ooc )#( the weather has been shit here and killed motivation to write )#( but i'm always up for IM shit )
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indie viktor from aku no higan
penned by scotch | est. 2/27/18.
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nighteye.
oh, so self-righteous and utterly annoying—-. but the oracle wouldn’t have placed himself into such a combustable situation if he hadn’t thought of a way to contort the conversation to his favor. foresight was about evasion, perhaps it went without say that his personality is similar—-. maximize the distance, observe and formulate a plan that has the least amount of outward resistance. fortify one’s own chances of success ; victorious, without being given a sacrificial lamb to the slaughter. his lithe digits tap against the armrest, which proved to be the only physical inkling to his minor agitation. ❝ is that so. you’re quite the optimist, then, ❞ to paint such an opaque sense of martyrdom. a subtle shift in his posture, knuckles pressed up against his chin. in truth, he had tempered such ore into a refined, lustrous gemstone because he had wanted to prove himself proper to defy destiny.
despite the tumultuous cycle that seemed to torment him. life, death, rebirth ; tragedy, fortune, ambiance—- it seemed as though he was able to balance it out with a sense of quiet aggression. ❝ you think humanity requires constant socialization. how interesting a concept, especially taken into consideration you’re such a suspicious individual to begin with. those that know how to conjure and manipulate are those that comprehend human psychology. a perfect ruse, don’t you think—-? to offer an outlet to someone is weighted down by their own conscience, to create a sense of vulnerability—-? ❞ he wanted to see how this man reacted once his medical practice was placed under a microscope. curled across his index finger, too ; after all, he’s a puppeteer as much as a tactician. as difficult to capture in conversation as much as in strategic-based combat or intel extraction.
depending on what nighteye believed the optimism to be about, his assessment wasn’t too far off of the truth. manipulation was something viktor excelled in, after years of making contracts and dealing with not only humans but his own kind alike. as honest as he was when it came to the contracts and the payment, as well as what the person would receive, if something underhanded had to be done to get the desired result, then he would do just about anything to get it. yet even as the man spoke and tried to catch him off guard, viktor could only be slightly impressed. but he would have been disappointed if he was faced with anything less. his expression remained the same the entire time nighteye talked, only for an easy smile to spread across his lips once he was finished.
“ you’ve seen right through me. i’m only here to corrupt and manipulate people through their mental stability. ” a crude joke, one that he found amusing, yet what he thought to be the proper response. even if he told the man the truth, it was debatable if he would be believed. “ though, contrary to your beliefs, i do enjoy helping people. whatever manner i can, i’m willing to try most things as long as they benefit from it. ” not a lie, but not the entire truth either. yet his usual way of helping others with the contracts he made would never reach this school -- if not solely because dealing with the life force of children nearly sickened him.
#nightcye#ʸᵉᵗ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵖᵒʷᵉʳ ┊⛧┊ ˢᵗᶦˡˡ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐ ᶠᵒʳ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ( v.2 )#( viktor vc: i think your therapist would have had a mental breakdown if you did )
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just imagine this fucker in his office, touching up his nails with black nail polish like maybe he should be spending his work time a bit more seriously
#ʸᵉᵗ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵖᵒʷᵉʳ ┊⛧┊ ˢᵗᶦˡˡ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐ ᶠᵒʳ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ( v.2 )#( once more i hate and love viktor so much )_
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when victor dives into a person’s mind, it’s very rare they know what he’s actually doing. to them, it just looks like he’s staring intently into their eyes. but if the person has some kind of psychic ability, they’ll be able to feel his presence in their mind. otherwise, there is literally no way for them to know what he is doing and looking through/for unless he drags them into their mind with him
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