[center][u][b][h1][color=8882be]Suihara, Mizura[/color][/h1][/b][/u][/center]

The first thing that passed through Mizura’s head when witnessing Konomi’s Quirk was she would never have to worry about getting fat. Otherwise, she could only imagine the myriad possibilities of being able to split into two, regardless of the reduced capacity of the clones. She was going to call her “Double Team”.

The incredibly hyperactive Haruki could apparently come inside anyone he wanted, presumably at any time too. It was an interesting idea…but also highly disturbing, in more ways than one. This one she would call “Jumpy”.

Perhaps the most disturbing of all had to be Lacara, if only because of the thought of sudden impending death if she got worked up without Spacenaut around to deploy a shield. Though Mizura would simply raise an eyebrow as the lava spewed forth, she was more concerned than her face let on. It was a very devastating power, but not one she wanted being used anywhere near her. She would be “Hot Bod”. It was basically handed to her by her Quirk name.

Seo sounded like he didn’t want to be here, which begged the question; why was he? He probably had some reasons, none of which mattered to Mizura. The blood manipulation was mildly interesting, but it seemed like such a double edged sword. He could be “Bleeder”. Not terribly inventive, but in his own words, WhoTheFuckEvenCares?

Nadeshiko certainly had versatility, but without knowing the nature of the substance that made up her body, it was hard to tell how effective she could be in other situations. She was going to call her “Gummy”.

The shrimp girl, Hyouka, was almost as energetic and zany as Haruki, but was, of course, a shrimp. A shrimp with great strength, that was. She would call her “Pinchy”.

 Himori was, in a way, similar to Nadeshiko, if only in the ability to manipulate their body. As Mori-sensei demonstrated, it appeared there was some strength behind their grip. She wasn’t so sure how she would stand up to someone with a knife, however. Mizura was going to call her “Silky”. She really was running out of good inspiration at this point.

Nyoko was a hard one to come up with anything for. Her Quirk was fairly banal and didn’t even have a name. It was bound to be effective, but it wasn’t something she could get excited about. Lacking inspiration already, a nickname for Nyoko would have to be shelved for now.

The next demonstration was annoying. Deeply annoying, which may have been the whole point of it. This son of a bitch Daizo’s Quirk was supposed to give people depression, apparently. What kindof cruel, miserable universe would invent something so disgustingly petulant? Mizura had a mind to suffocate the worthless reject right her and now so he would never get the chance to do that again.

Then she snapped out of it, and made a note not to get anywhere near him ever again.

Perhaps it was the residual effect of the last demonstration talking, but Mizura had a hard time getting excited by Dimitri either. He was strong like an ox. Good for him. She had a feeling nicknames about him being a bull would be almost offensive so she decided against it.

Apparently Marius’ Quirk was to be a psychotic and dangerous Werewolf. Great. More huge threats among their own student body, just waiting for a bad day to make someone regret setting up this school. As if she didn’t have enough to worry about. 

As wild and unusual as Yaseishi’s Quirk was, it certainly seemed useful. At least it didn’t come with the possibility of them going nuts and eviscerating someone, which was an improvement. She would call them “Chimera”, given the hodgepodge of different elements their Quirk seemed to encompass.

That was finally everyone. For some reason, Mizura felt a bit tired just thinking about them all. At least they finally got to move on. They met the principal, talked about a bunch of weird things like sex in the dorms, and then were released from their duty to listen. Mizura decided she was just going to go to her room and sit down with a nice bottle of water. Whoever was to be her roommate could either meet her there or give her a moment of solitude.