[hr][center][color=darkviolet][h1]Kerianne Morley ~ Nightwatch[/h1][/color][/center]
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[@Tenma Tendo] [@Aviaire] [@Nyahahameha]

Sitting up, Kerianne looked over as Breeze shuffled forward, followed by a perpetually grouchy Eira. Although some of the dazed feeling had passed, the blonde spread out her hands for support as she nodded, keeping herself from swaying. Showing vulnerability was something she'd refused to do from a young age. She trusted Breeze, as well as Eira despite the attitude, but some habits were too ingrained to break.

[color=darkviolet]"Well, we were told not to take it lightly,"[/color] she replied. [color=darkviolet]"To put this time to good use."[/color] Breeze had the right idea, training her own Quirk by melding wooden blocks into her skin. Backing up her own words, Kerianne extended her leg, reaching for her toes, feeling her muscles stretch. Future heroes didn't just need to develop their Quirks, but their physical skills in general. In her case, her balance and maneuverability. And as much as the others pushed themselves, she needed to push hardest of all. To have any chance of being accepted as a pro hero, she had to truly prove her potential.

She frowned as Breeze wished aloud that things could go back to normal. [color=darkviolet]"I do too,"[/color] she said, her expression softening a little when she went on. [color=darkviolet]"You know, someone told me true heroes support each other. Hopefully everyone will."[/color]

Of course, that was when Eira put in her rather snarky two cents. Slowly standing, Kerianne fixed that steely glare on her, hands on hips. [color=darkviolet]"Was that really called for?"[/color] While she didn't shout, her words were no less sharp-edged for it. [color=darkviolet]"I think you'll find the reports say..."[/color]

Just then, she noticed two other people heading over. Freya and Renard, the latter still not himself judging by his scowl and the blunt response he spat. While Kerianne had been about to say exactly that regarding the casualties, it just didn't sound right coming from him, stated that way. Exhaling loudly, she rubbed the bridge of her nose. What could she say to get through to him if nobody else had succeeded so far?

Eira and Renard weren't the only ones to get mad. Gabby, who'd followed shortly afterwards and read Sofia's letter, marched to the punching bag, launching such a hard repulsion-enhanced blow that it swung in a circle and whacked her to the ground. [color=darkviolet]"Gabriella! What was that about?"[/color] Kerianne's tone held no accusation, only concern, as she hurried over. Gabby already knew about Sofia, so what had brought on such uncharacteristic anger in her too?

[hr][center][color=khaki][h1]Freya Leander ~ Cait Sith[/h1][/color][/center]
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The timing couldn't have been worse as Freya and Renard entered the gym.

Several people had already gathered, including Eira, whose scathing comment made Freya cringe. [color=6ecff6]"Christ, it's as if someone's died."[/color] The feline girl closed her eyes, as if that would dispel the images of the motionless forms, the viscous pool, Renard shaking and snapping as memories surfaced. She didn't need to look up at her friend to know how he'd respond.

The anger was clear in Renard's voice as he filled Eira in, not just on the deaths, but on Sofia. A fresh pang hit Freya like a scab torn open. Surely Eira cared at least a little? Her attitude was as chilly as her Quirk, but she'd shown traits of a true hero back there, putting Sofia first, sticking by her classmates to help in any way she could. 

[color=khaki]"Eiraaa..."[/color] Passing by, Freya gave her a slight grimace. [color=khaki]"I'm glad you're ok, but do you have to be like this?"[/color] She followed Renard, sitting next to him on the bleachers. The stiffness had yet to fully ease from her right arm, so she leaned on her left one as she lounged on the steps, eyes still on Eira. [color=khaki]"Can't you just, you know, [i]chill[/i] a little?"[/color]

With that, she cast a hopeful glance at the person she'd emulated. His cue to join in. Freya had no illusions that she could fix everything - if she could even help at all - but had to try to bring out a trace of his usual self.

As she'd expected, the atmosphere indoors remained as heavy as outdoors, emphasised by the thud of the punching bag. [color=khaki]"Ah! You ok there, Gabby?"[/color] Freya called, sitting up and staring at the wrestler, who lay face down on a mat, laughing off the blunder. Shoulders sagging with relief, the catlike girl gave a tight smile, but didn't laugh along. On any usual day, Gabby could expect playful teasing from Renard. Today, that wasn't going to happen.