[color=ffff00][center][h1]Haruishi Mari[/h1][/center][/color]
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Mari looked out the window as the city's namesake blanketed the streets. It was a cold day; it wasn't even the 'nippy', refreshing kind of cold either, it was the damp, humid, seeps-into-your-bones kind of cold. But when you were homeless, you got used to the cold, whatever its form. She hoped it would rain. The feel of rain on her face meant freedom. She looked around the bus, seeing those who were excited, as well as those who were as stoic about this whole thing as she was. She wondered how many of them were truly serious about becoming heroes, but then again, those who weren't serious would have probably already given up the moment they got their rejections from UA, Shiketsu, or Ketsubutsu. No, anyone who was willing to come all the way out here to Jigokuraku had to have grit, they had to really want it. Mari smiled a bit. No dealing with pampered princes and half-assed motivations. She would give everyone in the bus right now the benefit of the doubt; nobody was here for a free ride, everyone was here to get an education, something that so many kids took for granted. Mari touched the harmonica tucked between her shirt and her sweater.

As the bus came to a stop, Mari got her first warning signs. They had arrived at a rubble heap. This detail alone was not what got Mari's attention. After all, destructive aftermaths were the ugly truth about hero work, and she had no qualms about that. What bothered her was the look on some of her peers' faces as they arrived. [color=ffff00][i]"What were you expecting, a 5-star hotel?"[/i][/color] Mari thought to herself. The next warning flag was the announcer. Likely a teacher with a misleading physique, and an even more misleading devil-may-care attitude. Mari visibly winced when the 'teacher' flung the civilian doll into the bus, and a look of disdain and horror passed across her face as some of her classmates actually seemed relieved that rough treatment of civilians was acceptable. As the cognitive dissonance mounted, Mari arrived at a logical escape: it was a trick!

[color=ffff00]"DO NOT BE FOOLED!"[/color] Mari declared like a drill sergeant, flinging out her long black hair, widening her stance and crossing her arms, [color=ffff00]"It's a trick! Our heroic mettle is being tested! Unless you want to be failed, you will treat the civilians with utmost care! This isn't about points! Real heroes don't compete for points!"[/color]

With a satisfied smile, Mari looked towards the bus for confirmation from the teacher, but the windows were too fogged over to make out the petite woman inside. [color=ffff00]"ALSO! Your suggestions for teaming up are most commendable,"[/color] Mari said, taking into account all that had been said.

[color=ffff00]"If you prefer to take out villains, coordinate with the girl with the black-and-white hair and the girl with the pink hair. If you want to focus on civilian rescue, coordinate with the girl with red-rimmed glasses, the boy with blue skin, and myself."[/color]  She walked over to Houki and Minami, giving them a nod, before continuing, [color=ffff00]"If you are unsure, I suggest you discuss with the green-haired boy."[/color]

[color=ffff00]"Dogorasu Goro was it?"[/color] Mari said, turning her attention to Goro, [color=ffff00]"Haruishi Mari. Where will you be putting your effort?"[/color] She swept her gaze over to Kaito, established eye contact, and nodded, indicating that the question was directed to him as well.

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