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Post by Time on Dec 25, 2023 4:19:39 GMT
The sound of heavy panting, the scent of sweat, and the sight of a third year by the name of Tommy occupying the Simulation room wearing his hero outfit. Normally his toy like outfit came with a helmet, but this time Tommy seemed to have decided not to wear his uniform fully. Instead he stood in the arena, waiting for the simulation to start again. Instantly blocks rose, a collection of boxes that seemed to resemble a warehouse as a robot was released at the far end of the arena. Tommy instantly took a deep breath in, before exhaling sharply. "POP GUN RAM!" He shouted, running forward before slamming into the robot. It was a level one bot, and easily destroyed as Tommy rammed into it, before landing a powerful blow which knocked the robot's head clean off. Instantly a red paintball flew for the side of his upper body, as Tommy, braced his lower legs, and reeled himself back, dodging the shot that pelted the headless level one bot. A level two bot appeared from the left as Tommy snapped back onto his lower body, performing a backflip to dodge a follow up shot; only for the lights of the level to blink red. Tommy cursed under his breath as he realized his mistake, the civilian that was the objective to protect having been hit from the shot. The simulation stopped, along with the robot.
"FUCK!" Tommy Cursed aloud, as the blocks descended and a clean up drone cleared the stage. Tommy felt his body burning. This was already the fifth simulation; and he felt his joints beginning to ache. Five simulations... only one success on the third try. "What am I doing wrong?" He asked, stretching as he hopped about and loosened his body. "Am I not fast enough? Too evasive? Not aware? Fuck.... what do I do?" He asked, pacing back and forth as he wiped the sweat from his brow not noticing that someone else had entered the simulation room.
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Post by notdomino on Dec 25, 2023 5:00:14 GMT
A knock
"Your suit looks better that way. There's great value in showing your face." By that Wakaba meant for monetary reasons. It was easier to market a clearly exposed face. That meant it would be easier to sell merch and even easier to rank up by popularity. He walked in with a bounce in his step. In particular, he was walking to the beat of jazzy lo fi beat he'd discovered on youtube. Behind came Ivan who nodded in agreeance but for other reasons. "Showing your face is a sign of bravery. Japan's symbol of peace does it... just by being in an area, it becomes that much safer." The brit stated, causing Wakaba to roll his eyes. After receiving a punch to the arm from the 3a student, Wakaba shrugged and plopped down to get comfortable. "Simulations are boring..." Waka groaned. Ivan would follow up by asking something more important... more obvious for that matter. "What's got the class clown sulking in here like a baby?" The teen glared. He saw both students as beneath him since they were in 3b, but he found no satisfaction in seeing someone acting out of character. Rather than wanting to get pelted with another word, Waka mouthed the words "Harsh" for Tommy to see, then shrugged. While this was a motley crew... a slacker, a class clown, and a try-hard, they knew they could help one another become stronger and despite their differences, they could... talk. |
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Post by Time on Jan 1, 2024 2:20:33 GMT
Tommy stopped mid stride, almost falling over as he heard the familiar voice of Wakaba from his class speak up. "Eh, who'd love a face as ugly as mine anywa-" He joked to Wakaba. Turning he was a bit embarrassed to have been caught out, if not worried, before he heard one of the few people that he had actual beef with. Ivan, a 3A student, and one who always seemed to disregard him. Normally, Tommy would laugh it off. "Hey Ivan..." Tommy finished up, less enthusiastically than one would normally see him greet others. Normally Tommy always made jokes or compliments when greeting others, so for him to greet Ivan like this was definitely telling of his attitude at the moment. Seeing Ivan berate him, and Wakaba mouth harsh, Tommy decided that he wasn't in the mood for this. "It's not any concern of your Ivan. Just having trouble with this simulation. Normally I try to focus on rescue type missions... but I wanted to try something else."
Tommy clarified as he disconnected his forearm and swung his arm around for a bit. Looking at Ivan, he remembered feeling a bit jealous of the guy. "And I'm not sulking.... Just... It's been a long day alright..." Tommy made an excuse for himself. He couldn't tell them what happened. How he had failed to save someone... in fact, in his mind, Ivan would likely choose not to blame him if the british transfer knew the guy had been producing illegal drugs. "Even if simulations are boring, outside of real on the job experience we get as interns and trainees; we could end up in any number of scenarios. From natural disasters to hostage situations. So yeah... And last I checked Ivan, I don't remember seeing you use the simulation room before." He glared, and almost challenged the guy.
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Post by notdomino on Jan 5, 2024 6:43:59 GMT
"Eh, who'd love a face as ugly as mine anywa-"
"Never lose faith in your own smile, dude. I've made plenty of money in my DJ gigs, and that money will circulate right back when I graduate as a full-fledged hero. I have no doubts, I've already got a nice juicy ranking waiting for me when we all graduate." Wakaba said, still vibing to his music. As the boys talked, he was reading lips, rather than trying to decipher what they were trying to say over these sick beats. If they'd ask, he'd put them onto a wonderful r&b track that rolled onto his playlist. "Plus you've got naturally pink hair, unlike us... salon boys... Chicks will love it and earn you a solid ranking as well." Ivan didn't like the comment, but he found it hard to disagree with. They both indeed sported different hues of blonde dye jobs, and heavily styled at that... -a light blonde tapered undercut for Ivan, and a honey blonde, spiky top fade for Wakaba. Out of the three, Waka seemed to have a knack for marketing and an understood image. If the boy weren't so obsessed with doing the hero work himself, he likely would have ended up in class I or J, business management.
From Tommy, "Hey Ivan..."
The young hero raised an eyebrow. "It is my concern if a classmate IS sulking and not acting like themselves. If you weren't sulking, you'd be parading some silly joke or pulling a prank like you always do. " He could recognize that much. It seemed like Waka was nodding to this, but a new beat had come on... -techno. "And to answer your question, I don't use simulations now because I've had a similar system at my house as a kid.My father trashed it when he found out I was using them... He took me on a few ride-alongs instead before I moved here." He clutched his fist hard before continuing. "A simulation does nothing but make you think it's okay to mess up and try again when there are no do-overs in the real world." These weren't his own words, but the words beaten into him by his father. "When someone dies in those simulations, "start over" pops up... -If someone dies in real life... you've got to apologize to their families and understand the weight of the cape you put on..." His father and family were cruel people to him personally but excellent heroes... and trained him to be excellent. So Ivan only looked to expect excellence from others the same way it was expected of him. "So for your safety and the safety of others, I advise leaving the simulations alone."
Wakaba scrunched his face up at Ivan. "Talk about overkill. You could've just said they were boring like I did..." Shaking his head, and trying an answer of his own, "Simulations also tend to give a lot of best case scenarios. It can't replicate the insane things that can go left or right for you on the field. The real world is way more exciting." The noise-quirked kid would double down on his statement, annunciating to the snare of the new rap beat that came on in his ears. "Im~prac~tical, and bo~o~ring, yayyy."
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