[b][u][color=red]Kaison[/color][/u][/b]
You woke up at the break of dawn with what felt like pure espresso running through your veins. You felt jittery all throughout your morning routine, as if you were in a race against time and didn't just wake up two whole fucking hours before school starts. You don’t typically wake up quite this early, but you couldn’t go back to sleep if you tried. You wouldn't describe yourself as excited, nor nervous, but both are pretty accurate descriptors when you get right down to it. It's like they've cancelled each other out and left you with just a looming amorphous anticipation of things to come. When you leave extremely early for school, the explanation to yourself you settle on is that you're merely doing so on a whim. Whim or not, The crisp morning air does a lot to help clear your head, so you certainly don't regret it.

You eventually come to sit on a bench in front of New Heights. Even now, there's still an hour before school starts, so you decide to whip out your sketchbook and go over the drawings you prepared. You've thought about this for a long time, and it’s going to be difficult to have your sketchbook on you at all times, so perhaps you should start carrying some drawings around with you. Maybe it's not going to be relevant during school life, but it'll probably be good to get in the habit of keeping them on your person. Like every prepared student, you brought in some basic school supplies, and your dad understandably went a bit overboard with paper. Because of this, you have plenty of materials to transfer drawings onto and subsequently stow away within your clothing. You prepared several drawings in advance, some of animals, some of fictional characters, some of real people, and some of helpful everyday objects, such as explosives or limb-sized sentient chinese finger traps. You spend quite a while moving them onto loose paper before carefully folding them up and placing them into your various pockets. It takes quite a while, though you suppose the time-consuming part is animating them one by one. Still, putting a bunch of paper in your pockets isn’t exactly an elegant solution. You’ll have to think of a better way to carry them around in your hero outfit when you eventually get around to designing one. Or, at worst, you’ll have to design an outfit with a ton of pockets.

As you take stock of your drawings, you occasionally feel lacking for a particular obvious application of your quirk and stop to do a quick sketch. By the time you’re finally satisfied with your repertoire, you realize that other students have long since shown up and have recently started making their way towards class. You check the time and find that you should really get going already.

A quick trek through the forest behind the academy and you come to the East Track Field where you were told to meet. There are several students waiting here already, but when you realize there isn’t a teacher to be found anywhere, you can’t help but let out a quiet sigh. An hour early and yet the teacher seems to be running late. Not much to do then, you suppose. Expecting the teacher to show up momentarily, you begin staring absently at the clouds in the sky, wondering if you should try looking for your educators. Before long though, some of your classmates break you out of your reverie with a series of loud and unnecessary proclamations and/or roars. Well, as long as the teachers aren't here, you don't see why you shouldn't try to meet your classmates.

You walk up to the girl dressed in green, figuring you at least have something in common. [color=ffffff]"Excited to become a Hero? I can relate. What do you think your hero name would be? I've been having trouble coming up with mine."[/color]

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