Natalya was thrown off-guard at the sound of her mother tongue. She would have taken the time to respond to the synthetic in her primary language, however her train of thought was lost as the crowd around her began to shuffle. Instead, she defaulted to the language she had been speaking for several years now: "Yes, that was a joke. I would much prefer to be called by my real name: Natalya."
Their conversation, while potentially interesting, quickly died off as they were joined by others. The first to arrive was an extremely pale woman with blue hair. She showed a keen interest in both Seven and Natalya's... quirks... Along with the pale girl came another foreign looking boy, who had covered half of his face with some sort of eyepatch. Perhaps it had something to do with his "Metahuman-ness". Natalya could only dream of being able to cover up her hideous mutilations.
They were also joined by the young, extremely casual man who had challenged the delinquent earlier on in their introduction. His response of adding some color to their "unit" earned a chuckle out of Natalya. "That introduction gets points for uniqueness, I'll give you that,"
Natalya said, her accent ever-present. At this point, it would only be weird for her to try masking it."I suppose this is where everything gets interesting, showing each other our abilities,"
said the boy with the eyepatch.
Interesting was perhaps a bit too tame. Natalya would have preferred the word "disturbing" or "immoral". However, she was beginning to see a trend in these other Metahumans. From her extremely brief conversations, she had noticed that not many of them appeared to feel the same way as she did. In fact, it seemed to her that the majority of the Metahumans felt the opposite. The only logical conclusion she could come up with was that maybe they didn't all come to knowing their abilities in the same way she did. Perhaps, to some of them, the powers that they possessed truly were gifts. Unfortunately, these were the cards dealt to her, and there's no exchanging them.
Interacting with: The students in the Gym
Inside the gym, their professor, Constance had gone on about what they were supposed to do, how to behave, and pretty much every other boring topic she could think of. Natalya had tuned out for the majority of her speech, opting to just follow the lead of other, more responsible students instead. Fortunately, their professor hadn't called them up in any particular order to "demonstrate".
The extremely pale girl was the first to volunteer. She introduced herself as simply Light, stating that she was a "toon", whatever that meant. She demonstrated her rather strange ability by pulling out an active, circular bomb from inside her dress. The bomb went off with a small explosion right in the girl's face. Natalya was still stuck on the fact that she had pulled that object out of her... Dress? With a quite speech and a bow, Light left the spotlight and allowed another student to take her place. Natalya made a mental note to ask Light what exactly she could do, seeing as pulling bombs out of a dress couldn't possibly have been the extent of her powers.
Up next was the kid with the eyepatch. He introduced himself as Seong Jin Park from Korea. His powers were the ability to create illusions. After demonstrating it on a single student, Natalya was left entirely unimpressed. Perhaps it would have been more impressive if it were used on her. How could she know if his illusions even worked?
After Jin came yet another foreigner. Though, to Natalya most of these people were foreign. Naomi from Singapore, who could "convert matter to energy and back again". After watching her demonstration, Natalya was left quite dumbfounded. Perhaps it was her lack of education, but someone shouldn't be able to make something completely disappear with a simple finger touch. "See how easy that was? Now someone else try. Go go,"
Naomi said before leaving the center."Well, it's now or later, I guess. Better get this over with,"
Natalya said quietly as she made her way slowly to the center of the gym. "My name is Natalya... Ruslana... Ivanov," she hesitated slightly on her middle name, "and I'm from Moscow, Russia. I have these gross arm things. They kind of stretch out a little, and unsurprisingly smell like fish. Uh..."
Natalya hadn't actually thought of what she was going to do in her demonstration. She looked around the gym for anything that she could use to demonstrate before settling on the ceiling above her. "Oh, I can climb pretty well with these."
Natalya quickly made her way to one side of the gym, where the walls were covered in posters and advertisements. She latched her left arm firmly onto the wall, followed by the other arm. She steadily made her way up the wall, leaving the posters covered in a slimy residue. She found the edge of the ceiling, where the weaving of rafters was now within arms reach. One arm after another, she swung through the entirety of the gym. It was quite a strain on her arms, but fortunately she would recover relatively quickly. After climbing back down the wall, she met back up with her peers."Oh yeah, I also have gills."
Natalya pulled up the side of her shirt to reveal several thin slits along her ribcage. Natalya gave the crowd a quick, awkward bow and returned to her spot among the others.