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maskormenacelogs2017-02-19 09:02 pm
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WHO: Genda and Whoever wants to poke the kid (Minus a few closed prompts)
WHERE: All over
WHEN: Various times in February
WHAT: A catch all log as well as power shenanigans.
WARNINGS: Soccer and power shenanigans? IDK I'll update if anything pops up
History, Science, and Math. Oh my!
Any city
Transferring to Nonah Middle had been suspiciously easy, even with all those who had said it would be such when he had asked, yet it still fired off every instinct he had to wonder when the price had to be paid for such. He had never transferred schools himself, but as a second year he had started to research and prep for the move to High School and what he had learned showed just how complex the process could be just on that scale and with an actual guardian. Even taking into account cultural differences between Japan and the United States, the process should not have been as easy as filling out a few sheets of paper and that was it.
He had no tangible records, not even a birth certificate to prove his age, let alone test scores or report cards to show he was mentally capable of being placed into the eighth grade. Yet they had allowed it all because of his status as an imPort.
Suspicion aside regarding some unseen debt counter slowly amassing in regards to this government. A more immediate concern was the curriculum.
Teikoku, while more thorough and sometimes excessively so by the standards of other schools, still fell into the trap that likely befell every school in regards to history. In that other countries are only briefly touched on and only in a general way, with only more specifics being had if said country had close ties to the school’s home country. Add in what he had learned from Kidou and Genda knew that history would now be a weak point until he could rectify that weakness. Following that logic and the evidence all around him as vehicles hovered then science would also not line up with the science he knew from home. Thus it meant there were likely math formulas that those here may consider standard knowledge that were unknown or considered higher level than he currently was.
Thus, once he had acquired passes for any and all public transport in the key cities that he could freely go to, Genda had mapped out libraries and bookstores that seemed the most stocked regarding each subject he had to play catch up on before he entered his new school. His funds mean he can only really make note of certain titles in the bookstores and either find a copy in a library or add it to a list and prioritize which would need to be purchased.
For the observant or those who just frequent such places regularly they may start to notice a new figure quietly sitting at a specific table during specific times or days. A small neatly stacked pile of books set at military precision near him for easy accessibility as he reads and makes notations in a spiral notebook neatly labeled for the current subject he is studying.
That amount of intensity is likely not good for stress levels.
Communicator Code Breaker
Any city but Marutia Falls
Kidou had given him an assignment, and while a bit daunting in regards to the scope of time needed to complete such, it was a task Genda had diligently taken up in hopes of reaching certain milestones by a set timeline. While he would prefer to do such within the room he was given by the government, sometimes time constraints meant that he had to peruse one or two archived network conversations between other tasks and chores he had assigned himself that day.
Thus in out of the way corners of cafes or on a bench in some lonely little park, one can find Genda sitting with yet another notebook open and communicator out. Sometimes he’s reading intently whatever is on the screen, or he’s listening through earbuds to something. Sometimes he’s staring fixated at the screen while listening, indicating he’s watching some video or such. Most wouldn’t really find this odd, considering teenagers and their life attached to phones and all that, but to see him pause in these actions to make long notes in that notebook before focusing once more on his communicator is not normal to most teens.
Doubly so when he seems to switch back and forth between communicator and notebook, as if double checking that whatever is being seen is being written down correctly.
A nosy individual may get a brief glance at what looks like utter gibberish in neat and concise handwriting. Or see that the conversations he’s studying so intently are ones made years ago on the network, before he realizes you’re there and shuts it all down quickly and neatly.
House Moving Party
Maurtia Falls or Heropa: Post Swear-In
Genda had only the vague concern one gets over the blackout that is typical of those seeing or hearing about an event on the news. Until a one Jacob Taylor had, with one comment made that event personal without even realizing it. Only to deepen the worry the more clarification he gave to Genda’s questions.
Kidou lived in Maurtia Falls. Maurtia Falls had a reputation that he had easily picked up on within hours of being in this country. Maurtia Falls was the highest risk city in regards to personal safety of imPorts. Kidou lived there by himself.
Oh, Genda was certain with how he spoke that Taylor was helpful, and that there may be others as well who would keep an eye out for Kidou. That didn’t mean anything in the long run, because there was no one there who specifically was there to watch or guard Kidou’s back. Even when Kidou had transferred to Raimon there had been several of his new teammates that had fallen into that role easily on and off the field. Endou and the striker Gouenji the first two to easily come to mind. None of them were here though; and despite what camaraderie there was between Kidou and Gran, it was still not the correct link in regards to Kidou and his prioritizing all others before himself in any given situation. Which meant his back was exposed to anyone that had a grudge against imPorts or were opportunistic.
That was not something that could remain as it was. For his own reasons, as well as the fact Sakuma would have kicked down Kidou’s door and moved in with him by this point when those facts had became known. Teikoku looked out for Teikoku, and even though they had stood back to let Kidou break away and find a new place with Raimon, Kidou would still be Teikoku to them in such matters. The fact Kidou has been here six months and hadn’t moved to a safer city meant asking Kidou to move was out of the question. There was likely a very well thought out argument regarding such a decision and would just cause a deeper strife to settle if he tried to circumvent said argument.
Instead he would do the next best thing.
That conclusion is what has him checking certain establishments in Heropa and Maurtia Falls regarding housing and housing transfer. Even looking around key areas of Maurtia Falls to gain an awareness and establish a mental map of the city he could easily use once the paperwork was completed and filed. Even physically visiting Helix Station to personally learn about this RISE group and thus what their presence within Maurtia Falls means in regards to imPort and native relations.
A fourteen year old walking purposefully and alone through this city is likely an odd sight for any that may pass him by. Doubly so if one listens in or is the one being asked questions regarding living in this city.
Shadow Training
Closed to Kidou Yuuto, Kiyama Hiroto, and Amada Ken; somewhere in Nonah; pre swear-in
It wasn’t anything remarkable, just a dried up creek bed connected to a storm drain that looked as if it hadn’t been maintained in a few years. Likely put there when weather patterns had been different or when flash flooding was a larger issue during certain seasons.
For now though, it’s space and low chance of others walking into the area made it an ideal spot for why they were all gathering here to begin with. Even if someone did stumble over it, it was a place that could be seen as a random hangout to those that would easily dismiss anything where teenagers congregate as not important. It also meant that depending on what exactly this ability is and what it does, it would be contained and be less likely to be noted by anyone not part of the group.
Genda had shown up early, mostly by virtue that he always ended up arriving early somewhere on principle, even if he had no reason to be early. It also allowed him to figure out exactly how to explain this to the ones that had volunteered to help. Even now that vague and brief description had not become clearer since he first read it in that folder, thus not something that could just be told about without there being any confusion over it. That may actually be what takes up most of this time instead of actually figuring out how to use said ability.
Soccer Shenanigans
Closed to: Kiyama Hiroto, Kidou Yuuto, and possibly Yagami Reina and/or Amada Ken as well if they want to show up (I leave it up to the other muns if they want to let others be able to wander on by during this.); a soccer field somewhere (Likely NMS)
With how much had to be settled and conflicting schedules it too time for such a meetup to happen in a natural way and not fully planned. Yet, soon times had synced and a field was open without the worry of many loitering around said field.
It felt familiar and yet odd as he set himself once more in front of a goal again. The school was different and his team wasn’t there, but soccer was soccer and at least in this it was familiar soccer in regards to Hissatsu. Even as the newish gloves he had bought earlier creaked as he clenched and unclenched his fists to get used to them he looked over at the one standing opposite of him.
“Is there any specific order?”
Teikoku would work from weakest to strongest until an improvement mark was met, but this was more to see what and what level said skills were at since arriving in this place. The other may wish to use a different order or such. Considering the other had offered this help to him, it was at the least he could do regarding this. Gran hadn’t needed to volunteer for such or even actually go through with it and Genda knew that.
WILDCARD
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WHERE: All over
WHEN: Various times in February
WHAT: A catch all log as well as power shenanigans.
WARNINGS: Soccer and power shenanigans? IDK I'll update if anything pops up
History, Science, and Math. Oh my!
Any city
Transferring to Nonah Middle had been suspiciously easy, even with all those who had said it would be such when he had asked, yet it still fired off every instinct he had to wonder when the price had to be paid for such. He had never transferred schools himself, but as a second year he had started to research and prep for the move to High School and what he had learned showed just how complex the process could be just on that scale and with an actual guardian. Even taking into account cultural differences between Japan and the United States, the process should not have been as easy as filling out a few sheets of paper and that was it.
He had no tangible records, not even a birth certificate to prove his age, let alone test scores or report cards to show he was mentally capable of being placed into the eighth grade. Yet they had allowed it all because of his status as an imPort.
Suspicion aside regarding some unseen debt counter slowly amassing in regards to this government. A more immediate concern was the curriculum.
Teikoku, while more thorough and sometimes excessively so by the standards of other schools, still fell into the trap that likely befell every school in regards to history. In that other countries are only briefly touched on and only in a general way, with only more specifics being had if said country had close ties to the school’s home country. Add in what he had learned from Kidou and Genda knew that history would now be a weak point until he could rectify that weakness. Following that logic and the evidence all around him as vehicles hovered then science would also not line up with the science he knew from home. Thus it meant there were likely math formulas that those here may consider standard knowledge that were unknown or considered higher level than he currently was.
Thus, once he had acquired passes for any and all public transport in the key cities that he could freely go to, Genda had mapped out libraries and bookstores that seemed the most stocked regarding each subject he had to play catch up on before he entered his new school. His funds mean he can only really make note of certain titles in the bookstores and either find a copy in a library or add it to a list and prioritize which would need to be purchased.
For the observant or those who just frequent such places regularly they may start to notice a new figure quietly sitting at a specific table during specific times or days. A small neatly stacked pile of books set at military precision near him for easy accessibility as he reads and makes notations in a spiral notebook neatly labeled for the current subject he is studying.
That amount of intensity is likely not good for stress levels.
Communicator Code Breaker
Any city but Marutia Falls
Kidou had given him an assignment, and while a bit daunting in regards to the scope of time needed to complete such, it was a task Genda had diligently taken up in hopes of reaching certain milestones by a set timeline. While he would prefer to do such within the room he was given by the government, sometimes time constraints meant that he had to peruse one or two archived network conversations between other tasks and chores he had assigned himself that day.
Thus in out of the way corners of cafes or on a bench in some lonely little park, one can find Genda sitting with yet another notebook open and communicator out. Sometimes he’s reading intently whatever is on the screen, or he’s listening through earbuds to something. Sometimes he’s staring fixated at the screen while listening, indicating he’s watching some video or such. Most wouldn’t really find this odd, considering teenagers and their life attached to phones and all that, but to see him pause in these actions to make long notes in that notebook before focusing once more on his communicator is not normal to most teens.
Doubly so when he seems to switch back and forth between communicator and notebook, as if double checking that whatever is being seen is being written down correctly.
A nosy individual may get a brief glance at what looks like utter gibberish in neat and concise handwriting. Or see that the conversations he’s studying so intently are ones made years ago on the network, before he realizes you’re there and shuts it all down quickly and neatly.
House Moving Party
Maurtia Falls or Heropa: Post Swear-In
Genda had only the vague concern one gets over the blackout that is typical of those seeing or hearing about an event on the news. Until a one Jacob Taylor had, with one comment made that event personal without even realizing it. Only to deepen the worry the more clarification he gave to Genda’s questions.
Kidou lived in Maurtia Falls. Maurtia Falls had a reputation that he had easily picked up on within hours of being in this country. Maurtia Falls was the highest risk city in regards to personal safety of imPorts. Kidou lived there by himself.
Oh, Genda was certain with how he spoke that Taylor was helpful, and that there may be others as well who would keep an eye out for Kidou. That didn’t mean anything in the long run, because there was no one there who specifically was there to watch or guard Kidou’s back. Even when Kidou had transferred to Raimon there had been several of his new teammates that had fallen into that role easily on and off the field. Endou and the striker Gouenji the first two to easily come to mind. None of them were here though; and despite what camaraderie there was between Kidou and Gran, it was still not the correct link in regards to Kidou and his prioritizing all others before himself in any given situation. Which meant his back was exposed to anyone that had a grudge against imPorts or were opportunistic.
That was not something that could remain as it was. For his own reasons, as well as the fact Sakuma would have kicked down Kidou’s door and moved in with him by this point when those facts had became known. Teikoku looked out for Teikoku, and even though they had stood back to let Kidou break away and find a new place with Raimon, Kidou would still be Teikoku to them in such matters. The fact Kidou has been here six months and hadn’t moved to a safer city meant asking Kidou to move was out of the question. There was likely a very well thought out argument regarding such a decision and would just cause a deeper strife to settle if he tried to circumvent said argument.
Instead he would do the next best thing.
That conclusion is what has him checking certain establishments in Heropa and Maurtia Falls regarding housing and housing transfer. Even looking around key areas of Maurtia Falls to gain an awareness and establish a mental map of the city he could easily use once the paperwork was completed and filed. Even physically visiting Helix Station to personally learn about this RISE group and thus what their presence within Maurtia Falls means in regards to imPort and native relations.
A fourteen year old walking purposefully and alone through this city is likely an odd sight for any that may pass him by. Doubly so if one listens in or is the one being asked questions regarding living in this city.
Shadow Training
Closed to Kidou Yuuto, Kiyama Hiroto, and Amada Ken; somewhere in Nonah; pre swear-in
It wasn’t anything remarkable, just a dried up creek bed connected to a storm drain that looked as if it hadn’t been maintained in a few years. Likely put there when weather patterns had been different or when flash flooding was a larger issue during certain seasons.
For now though, it’s space and low chance of others walking into the area made it an ideal spot for why they were all gathering here to begin with. Even if someone did stumble over it, it was a place that could be seen as a random hangout to those that would easily dismiss anything where teenagers congregate as not important. It also meant that depending on what exactly this ability is and what it does, it would be contained and be less likely to be noted by anyone not part of the group.
Genda had shown up early, mostly by virtue that he always ended up arriving early somewhere on principle, even if he had no reason to be early. It also allowed him to figure out exactly how to explain this to the ones that had volunteered to help. Even now that vague and brief description had not become clearer since he first read it in that folder, thus not something that could just be told about without there being any confusion over it. That may actually be what takes up most of this time instead of actually figuring out how to use said ability.
Soccer Shenanigans
Closed to: Kiyama Hiroto, Kidou Yuuto, and possibly Yagami Reina and/or Amada Ken as well if they want to show up (I leave it up to the other muns if they want to let others be able to wander on by during this.); a soccer field somewhere (Likely NMS)
With how much had to be settled and conflicting schedules it too time for such a meetup to happen in a natural way and not fully planned. Yet, soon times had synced and a field was open without the worry of many loitering around said field.
It felt familiar and yet odd as he set himself once more in front of a goal again. The school was different and his team wasn’t there, but soccer was soccer and at least in this it was familiar soccer in regards to Hissatsu. Even as the newish gloves he had bought earlier creaked as he clenched and unclenched his fists to get used to them he looked over at the one standing opposite of him.
“Is there any specific order?”
Teikoku would work from weakest to strongest until an improvement mark was met, but this was more to see what and what level said skills were at since arriving in this place. The other may wish to use a different order or such. Considering the other had offered this help to him, it was at the least he could do regarding this. Gran hadn’t needed to volunteer for such or even actually go through with it and Genda knew that.
WILDCARD
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But now, he can try playing out some things properly against him. He notes that Genda abandons his previous stance, going back to what Kidou would normally have expected. What can he think of about that?
Once Genda jumps, he can't alter his trajectory. He's already committed to where the ball is going to be.
Of course, if Genda uses Power Shield, Kidou is simply not getting past him. Any kick that could send the ball high enough to clear the force field would place it at too steep a return angle to make a goal. Most likely, it would go over, bounce next to Genda, and Genda would grab it. But as long as he's not using hissatsu, this plan that's forming has a chance of working. The key is reflex. He needs to get Genda responding too fast to think things through.
The ball rockets back out into the field, and Kidou races after it, springing into the air just high enough to send it straight back towards that same spot without letting it even touch the ground. He touches down onto the ground already ready to spring out into any direction to reclaim the ball when Genda returns it into play.]
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Anyone else and Genda would have just assumed they were trying to see how quickly or how much power they would need to break through from a certain angle. Kidou never does anything that simply if he has room to maneuver for something else.]
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The goalkeeper is watching him carefully. That's going to be Kidou's key to victory - watch every move he makes, Genda.
When he gets the ball again, he tilts his head just a bit to the side, maneuvering to be on the opposite side of the ball than he'd been. Kidou does all of this with the same seamless swiftness as all the other shoots, but to someone watching carefully for tiny tells, it's clear he's intending to shoot for the other corner just moments before he does. Kidou is hoping Genda is fast enough to figure that's his game and move for it; Kidou's ideal positioning wouldn't allow much reaction time. This is about as ridiculously gimmicky a play as it gets, relying on sheer mind games to work. He'd never try something like this in a real match; it relied on way too many variables, with no guarantee of success. But here? He can allow himself the rare luxury of fun tactical shenanigans.
Kidou kicks forward, intentionally overshoots, and hits the ball on the side of his foot, sacrificing some power for subterfuge. He sends the ball, again, to the exact same corner.]
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He's committed before he notices the odd trajectory and manages to calculate the actual path.
There's nothing much he can do until he can get his feet back under him and hope the quick launch back to the original spot is fast enough to get at least his hand in range to attempt knocking the ball off course. If he was too slow or his reach too short at a critical moment then all he would accomplish was fingertips grazing the rotating surface before it made its mark.
Overshooting also could lead to problems if he ended up at an awkward angle to deflect that would possibly cause the ball to move without any actual input from himself. That could buy Kidou enough time to retrieve it and shoot it before Genda was ready to block again.]