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Post by Izuku Garcia on Dec 20, 2016 7:23:19 GMT 1
Izuku decided to go to the pool table one day... He was looking at the white ball and then at the cue stick. His mind was focused entirely on causing the chaos upon the game that he was playing. He closed his eyes... There was only him, the balls, the cue stick and the hole. There was nothing else in the world now. He could focus entirely on the game before him. He took in a couple of breathes...
And shot the white ball into the triangle-shaped stack of balls. It was then, chaos started to come upon the board. He watched over it like a parent and started to spin the cue stick. Everything that had happened was now coming upon him. He just watched a man get executed. It was like the world was starting to collapse. Meanwhile, he was watching the whole thing... He took in a couple of deep breaths...and watched as the chaos settled. The white ball was coming upon him and he watched the rest of the balls, all of them having scattered across the board.
Izuku took in a couple of breathes and sighed.
"Let's see how long I can do this," Izuku let the game continue and looked at the white ball...and smirked.
He wasn't in it to win this game; he was just interested in what would happen in the end.
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Post by Abraham Oppenheimer on Dec 29, 2016 0:45:38 GMT 1
Oppenheimer looked around for Izuku and eventually stumbled upon him playing pool.
"You're a natural at pool." Oppenheimer said as he walked into the door. He saw all the balls on the table crash together and bounce off one another has Izuku continued to play.
"I would join you, but pool is a two-handed sport. I'm not sorry."
He raised his bracelet as sort of a gesture to Izuku that he was sorry, but he couldn't apologize for it.
"I cam here to thank you. I know you helped me when Mei accidentally cut off my hand. Everyone told me what happened later and how you gathered the supplies."
Oppenheimer sat on the arm of a nearby chair in the Rec Room and sighed before asking his question.
"Why? You are particularly mean-spirited and hate your talent, yet you just can't seem to say no. I'm not ungrateful that you helped me, but it always seems like it is the worst thing in the world for you. Do you not feel the satisfaction of helping out anymore? Did you ever feel it?"
Oppenheimer looked down for a second before looking right into Izuku's eyes.
"I want to repay you for saving my life and it seems like the best way to do so is to help you out by no longer making this a burden on you. I'm not sorry if I'm overstepping my boundaries here."
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Post by Izuku Garcia on Jan 5, 2017 5:10:45 GMT 1
Izuku looked over to Oppenheimer and grinned, "Ah, I don't always play pool Mr. Oppenheimer. I just find it interesting to watch the balls. Don't you just enjoy watching the balls go off into different directions? At times, it just takes a little push." The Filipino man went back to hit the white ball and watch as the ball ricochted off another one to enter the hole.
"In some regards, you need to be the one who forces the balls into the holes, but in other times, well... Luck may be at your side," Izuku looked over Oppenheimer and smirked.
"Anyhow, the reason I helped you out, even though I hate my talent, is because I honestly constantly feel complled to assist or help other people out. At first, well... I suppose I enjoyed it. In some regards, I was doing God's work I suppose," he went back to focusing on the balls and hitting them, "That's what my grandmother said at least. Admittedly, most of the time, I spent with her...but then... Well..." Izuku was silent.
"Let's just say no matter what you can't help everyone out in the end. Ever heard of the character 'Superman' from the comic books?"
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Post by Abraham Oppenheimer on Feb 25, 2017 10:24:26 GMT 1
Oppenheimer said some profound shit and left.
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