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The sudden change in stance from the other was startling.  El wasn’t wanting to fight– he really just wanted to get back…  Wait…  It finally hit him who this was.  He’d been “convinced” peer pressured into fighting him with the other heroes after their first tournament.  Wasn’t his highest moment, and he had…  more or less tried to forget it.

El took a moment to recompose himself, and another to motion, palms facing the ground, for them to calm down.  He didn’t want this to escalate any further.

“I don’t want anything,” he signed, slowing down his pace to try and seem less threatening.  "There’s no one here but me.“  

El wasn’t the only one who’d tried to forget that ambush. Major had just won his first tournament, after bursting into Thug Finals and being absolutely demolished beaten by Naomi he’d sworn he’d meet her in bracket, and while she hadn’t been the one to turn up he won against everyone he fought. 

He won that tournament fair and square, after putting his name and reputation on the line he deserved it, more than anyone, and those heroes just couldn’t handle that they couldn’t beat him on their own, couldn’t beat him fairly. They’d waited until he was alone and sprung out of the shadows, all four of them at once. He didn’t stand a chance.

And he wasn’t going to let them try anything like that again, still holding out his sword, and pulling his chakram from his belt to fill his other hand. “Look, cut the bullshit, man! They’ve gotta be here somewhere. Let’s just get this over with, alright?” He continued searching, scanning every inch of the alley for signs of the other three. But he just couldn’t find them...

“Why else would you even be out here so late?” Maybe.. Maybe this wasn’t a trap. Maybe it was overly elaborate, sure that was a possibility, but sending one hero at a time? That didn’t seem efficient on their part...

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Vincent had been scribbling in a small sketchbook, about the size of his palm, and had entirely missed the other fighter turning the corner. The bump sent his pencil scraping down the page and he glanced up, finally noticing Mac and waving a hand to brush the apology aside.

“No, no, it’s me who should be apologizing. I wasn’t concentrating at all.” Well, not on where he was going, at least. A beat of silence passed, and Vin figured he should do the polite thing, strike up conversation.

“So... can’t sleep? It’s quite late..”

First meetings [Source / Accepting]

😅 - Your muse bumps into mine.

“…Huh?”

Mac blinked when they were bumped into. Or… Maybe they had bumped into him. They were half-zoned out, being tired and more importantly hungry, on their midnight dawdle to the kitchen for a snack. “Sorry, didn’t see ya there, I- I wasn’t… lookin’ where I was goin’.” Mac mumbled, softly, reaching up to rub their eye as they stepped out of Vincent’s way… Really they just wanted a chocolate bar, and then sleep.

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ƬHƐ          HƐRO                    ƊRAƜS                                  ƝƐAR

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Reblog if your CANON blog takes *anons* pretending to be other characters from their series to dig out the dirt on your muse.

IE: emotions, opinions, reactions to stuff that happened in canon, etc.

Because sometimes the counterparts to my canon muse(s) don’t exist in the tumblr RPC, a sender follows you but doesn’t rp here, OR, they just want to TRY that muse out before making a blog. Or, they’re simply curious on how the canon would reply, and ONLY wants a one-shot moment! 

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𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝                          𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐥𝐲                                      𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐞

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Vincent chuckled, a smirk making its way to his face. What a way to begin a conversation.. “Well then, it certainly seems like I’ve come to the right person.” He rested a hand on his hip, not dignifying the latter half of the comment with a response.

“You are partially right, though. While I’m not looking for a paintbrush, I am looking for something. More accurately, someone. ToyConvict, hair about the same tone as your hat, yellow jumpsuit.” He paused a moment to let the description sink in.

“I figured to find a criminal I should ask a criminal.”

⋆ @champcpu​ (Vince) has liked for a starter!

“What? Looking for a paintbrush you lost, artist?”

“Can’t say I’ve seen one…Because if I did, well, I would have made off with it by now.”

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luuminary‌:

El flinched at the sight of the illuminated blade, very much caught off guard by the reaction.  He held out his left hand, still flickering with the flames of a Kafrizz ready to be performed, more as a sign of warning then to prepare for a fight.  It wavered as he watched the other shove his weapon away, and he lowered it slightly as he heard they came to the realization that El wasn’t who he had been expecting.

He cocked his head, his brow furrowing slightly as racked his mind for who this person was.  He had seen them around but…  No names really came to mind.  He shook his head.

“I do not know you, I think.” he signed, face softening to a smile as he began to introduce himself.

“I’m EL,” he spelt his name gingerly, “You may know me as the LUMINARY?”

The lingering sparks of fire didn’t bother Major nearly as much as it had done on first sight, he was well aware how cold it was, and if he was capable of anything like that he’d be doing the same. The little magic he was capable of wouldn’t really help in this situation.. maybe that was a hint from the world he needed to branch out a little. Get some tutoring from Vincent or something.

He hummed, watching the other’s movements as he became ever more certain he knew who this was. It didn’t seem like they recognised him, not that that particularly bothered him. It came as no surprise that he wouldn’t be recognised on the street as often as the likes of Kirby or Link.

He looked carefully, nudging his glasses up on his nose to have the clearest vision of the signing he could, wracking his brain to recall the translations he’d picked up from his mentor. 

The letters were the easiest, EL. Maybe he was mistaken then, he didn’t know any El’s. But the second name, now that was one he knew. The Luminary. His eyes went wide, taking a step back and grabbing his sword from the ground beside him, gripping it tight as he snapped into a defensive position.

“You’re- You’re one of those Heroes!! With those other three! Where- Where are they?” His eyes darted around, head flicking side to side in panic, looking for the other three faces he knew all too well. “Look, I don’t know what you want this time! I didn’t beat you- you’re after a different blonde this time!!” The last time he’d met them after a tournament... he’d been destroyed. Literally. He didn’t want to face them like that again.

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Cold, cold, cold!!  was the only thing on El’s mind.  

He had spent the day at the training grounds, but managed to let time slip away from him– again –and was really regretting it.  Tonight was freezing, and his usual gear wasn’t quite cozy enough to handle it.  To fight the cold and help illuminate his way home, he had been holding onto a Kafrizz, but it wasn’t doing too much for him.  The path back to the mansion wasn’t usually an unbearable trek, but on a night like this, he was trying to cut every corner he could to get back.  He could see his own breaths like a dragon huffing smoke!  

El had noticed a figure taking a similar path to him, and unconsciously began to trail behind.  He was still rather new to the place, and directions were never his strong suite, so it just felt like the natural thing to do in the moment.  He followed behind in absolute silence, slowly becoming entranced by the sky above.  The stars littered the midnight sky, framed by streaking puffy clouds.  He almost began to forget how cold it was–

“Toy?!”

He froze at the sudden voice, not immediately realizing who it belonged to–

“Is that you?”

That was one of ‘Mii Fighters’ at the mansion, right?  His tension melted as he brought his Kafrizz latent hand closer to his chest.

“Hello!” He signed cheerfully, still trying to make out who this other fighter was through the dark.

The sparks of flame caught Major’s eye and his head snapped to face their source, in one swift movement drawing and activating the blade of his sword and raising it in preparation to counter an incoming flaming kick, he knew what Toy was capable of and he wasn’t going to be caught unawares by him again.

And technically, he was right. Because this wasn’t the criminal, it couldn’t be. The proportions of the figure were all wrong for it to be him. Hair tidy where it usually stuck out at all angles, a darker tone compared to the eyecatching red the Convict’s had become and the sword on his back instead of the Con pack? It sealed the deal.

“Oh.” He lowered his sword. “It’s not him.” He jammed the blade into the ground beside him. “That’s- Yeah, that’s good.” He was mostly talking to himself, trying to seem unthreatening, instead of addressing... whoever the hell this actually was. He caught the motion of the hand and squinted. 

What was... ah, it must be sign! ... He... didn’t know any sign language. He was really wishing he’d taken those lessons Punished had offered him now... Although, now he was looking at this guy (assuming they were one) they seemed... familiar. He felt like he’d been in this exact situation before.

“Do I, uh.. know you?” He didn’t want to seem rude, but he just wasn’t sure.

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It was late, stars twinkled in the sky above and a chill breeze blew near constant through the streets. There was nobody else around, and honestly Major wasn’t sure if that reassured him or put him on edge. He really knew better than to be out so late, his way back to the mansion lit only by streetlamps and the moon, hidden partially behind one of the few clouds obscuring the night sky, but he’d been particularly busy that day and time had slipped away from him.

He’d been preparing for the next storm on the Dark Realm. He knew he couldn’t take it as lightly as he had done the first time. Sure he’d been of some help, and Convict had told him to be proud of himself, but he knew he could’ve done better. He could’ve been there when everyone needed him the most. That sting of guilt was why he was training so hard this time around. He couldn’t let anyone else fall, not again.

His brow furrowed slightly as his thoughts wandered, mimicing the path he was taking in reality as he ducked into an alleyway. It’d cut a few minutes off the way home, and he could really do with getting out of the cold. Sure he was wearing two layers, but when one of those was a t-shirt there was only so much it could-

He stopped, turning to glance around. He could’ve sworn he heard something.. someone... to be out so late, and be following him? He could only think of one person it could be.

“Toy?!” He called out, scanning the deep shadows of the alley with a squint. If it really was the criminal, he’d try to hide to gain an advantage... “Is that you?”

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Major knew what a boomer was. He knew what ‘okay boomer’ meant. He even knew a boomer.

Still didn’t mean he knew why everyone around the mansion was saying it... was there another boomer? Had someone said something boomer-y? Or would it be boomerish...

Either way, he knew exactly who he had to say it to.

He approached the white-haired artist with a grin that told him he had a plan of some kind and Vincent crossed his arms as he noticed it. “What is it this time, Major?” He raised an eyebrow, not entirely prepared to handle his bull tonight.

Major snickered, hands innocently behind his back. “Okay Boomer.”

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𝑀𝒶𝓎 𝒾𝓉 𝒷𝑒 𝒶 𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒾𝓃 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒𝓈,

𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖘 𝖌𝖔 𝖔𝖚𝖙.

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In another universe I never lost to you and I never learned to hate love the way I do

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ATTENTION: I HAVE BREACHED CONTAINMENT. DO NOT PANIC. I AM SIMPLY GETTING A SNACK.

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Major had heard about this whole "Pocky Day" thing. He had no idea why this tiny snack stick had it's own day but he seemed perfectly pleased with it all, sat on his bed with a few too many boxes of the sweets around him.

He smiled, adjusting his helmet as he opened yet another packet of biscuits. "Hazlenut is the best.."

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                                                stand up and walk.

                                             keep moving forward.

                               you’ve got two good legs, so use them.

                          you’re strong enough to make your own path.

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PERMANENT STARTER CALL.

this is just a remake of my old perma starter call for my new pages B)

as the old one stated: like/rb/reply for a starter. multimuses and personals I’d encourage replying or reblogging with tags just so I know what i’m doin hfdjsdkf

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VINCENT DO YOU ENJOY fighting I HAVE TO KNOW ???

When Vincent signed up for this whole “blog thing” he wasn’t entirely sure what to expect. He knew people on the internet were… let’s call them weird, so he was prepared for a lot of things. This level of enthusiasm certainly wasn’t on his list.

“Well, of course.” He began with a smirk. “Why else would I have joined the tournaments? I’ve always given everything I’ve got in everything I do, whether that’s the more mundane of my interests or the.. somewhat flashier things like fighting.” He gestured, waving his hands in a small arc to emphasise that grandeur.

“However, after everything I’ve tried I’ve simply never found anything that gives me that same rush as fighting, and my desire for that feeling is what pushed me to sign up for the CPUCS in the first place. Every fight I’ve taken part in with them has been…” He paused for a moment taking a breath in, his smile softening and tugging at his cheeks. “Simply incredible.”

Vincent chuckled, a hint of smugness in his tone, the laugh bringing that cheeky smirk of his back as he crossed his arms. “That, and I’ve never found any other opponents that can really make me work for my victories. You’d be surprised how many pushovers I went through before I made my first appearance in brackets.”

“So, to answer your question more directly, Yes. I do enjoy fighting.”He really did ramble when you got him going, huh..