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[color=39b54a]"Rescuing people, huh?"[/color]

In hindsight, that did sound ideal. People were usually frightened during hard times, weren't they? Thus, it would have made some sense then, people already frightened would have fueled her Quirk. In fact, Junko wasn't sure if there'd even be a time limit in that scenario. All the same, it would have been [i]much[/i] easier to induce fear if she was intentionally scaring them; like a villain. [color=39b54a]"Heh, hm, hmm."[/color] Imagining herself as a villain crossed Junko's mind briefly for the slightest of moments, before she stored those thoughts away. Alas, she was here to learn about being a hero, not the opposite, though if anything was to be taken from Ms. Mako's shining example...

[color=39b54a]"Eh? Ah, yeah, so you paid attention when she called me out. Eheh...."[/color] Despite her near shriveled demeanour, Junko only shrugged as it was brought up. [color=39b54a]"Maybe, yeah. Would make sense since scaring people with a knife is bad school behavior. I thought she knew what our Quirks were before class today too but I guess not?"[/color] As she nodded along, a wiry grin spread itself to Junko's lips as another thought slipped into her mind. [color=39b54a]"It's really strange, huh. Most teachers of a Hero course would know about that. Maybe the staff here don't trust Ms. Mako yet? I think this is her first actual hero class now that I think about it...."[/color]

Dulga put her hand to her mask, deep in thought. What Junko said about Mako did make Dulga wonder if maybe Mako [i]isn't[/i] as straightlaced as she might be. After all she was a former villain so maybe Mako would be more open to... Unconventional means. Still Dulga didn't trust her too much either simply because she was a teacher of a hero course, so there were some standards Mako might have to abide by regardless of her own personal feelings. [color=548b54]"Yeah. She's a black sheep. Literally an ex-con. No one would trust her."[/color] This just made Dulga all the more cautious. She didn't know Mako at all, she might've lost her edge since she was captured and became a teacher. [color=548b54]"Well, good luck with her. Maybe she'll be cool. Would hate to see you hold back."[/color]

[color=39b54a]"Mhmm..."[/color] From this close, Junko could see her fellow classmate in a new light, so to speak. Or rather, she caught details she doubted the other students noticed. What she saw was more than a bit grisly, but all the same, she couldn't help but feel a tingle of excitement. [color=39b54a]"Seems like the entire class is made of outcasts, right down to our teacher. Uhm...not to pry but...."[/color] Well, this was school and the point of it was to make friends, right? At least, that's what Junko told herself. It was why she continued sitting with Dulga despite being given good luck twice now as if the other girl wanted her gone. [color=39b54a]"So, uh, that is to say...do you wear a mask cause of your injuries? Not to judge or anything, but I think you'd look cool showing them off.[/color] And scary. But Junko left that part out unsaid.

[color=39b54a]"Er, but I mean, the mask look works too! Eheh, it makes you look spooky and intimidating, kind of like Donny."[/color]

Dulga wasn't surprised that Junko was curious. Someone was bound to ask. At least it happened now, in private, instead of in front of so many other people. Dulga turned her face away as she drew scribbles into the dirt. [color=548b54]"No. The mask doesn't help. It belongs to my mother. Died in a fire."[/color] Dulga lifted up her cloak a bit too. Junko would be able to see that the extra two pair of arms on Dulga's body, which came out from her back, were also severly scarred. Only her "regular" arms look undamaged. It was like the skin was burnt away so Junko could see the muscles and veins. Dulga's hands were also mangled and many of her fingernails were missing. Despite the damage, they look rough and tough. [color=548b54]"My cloak is hers too. I wear it in her memory, despite school rules."[/color]

It was now that Dulga came to the slight realization that Junko is the first person she's ever actually spoken to about her mask, cloak, or even what happened to her. No one, not even other students or teachers in middle school, ever worked up the courage to speak to her about any of it. Or speak to her at all. Though that might just be because Dulga doesn't start conversations about it and the fact she just isn't very approachable. Dulga turned back to Junko. [color=548b54]"I don't care about being cool... But thank you anyways."[/color]

Junko raised an eye,both from the new information at hand as well as Dulga revealing more of her body. Some of this felt too personal to get into, but she wasn't going to stop the other girl if she wanted to share. All the same, she couldn't help but note the lifeless state the arms appeared in. They almost looked like zombie arms, and no doubt cool; but of this, Junko kept both thoughts to herself. [color=39b54a]"Ah, so it's like a memento. That's kind of cool, in its own way. And the fact you don't care makes you cool too, eheh."[/color] By now Junko had all but finished her lunch, packing up her discarded trash and making her way to the nearest bin, the same bin Dulga used actually, before flitting them away. [color=39b54a]"I'm, uh, sorry about your mom and the fire. But it looks like you're doing well for yourself...."[/color] She treaded carefully; truthfully she was no expert in these matters of people talk but she couldn't ignore the fact Dulga opened up to her as well. [color=39b54a]"Actually, eheh, my homemade hero costume has a mask too. It's kind of like yours, but more so to scare people...."[/color]

Standing up, Dulga followed after Junko to continue their conversation. She didn't comment on Junko's sympathy; Dulga has heard it a lot before and while she doesn't care for it, she also understands that Junko meant no harm by it. Instead Dulga suddenly remembered something that might be useful to the both of them. [color=548b54]"Masks can be useful. This mask helps me breath in smoke. It's like... A gas mask."[/color] However that wasn't what Dulga wanted to talk about. She took out her phone and searched something up before showing her phone to Junko. [color=548b54]"I remember a... An old school superhero. And I mean ancient."[/color]

On Dulga's phone was an image from all the way back to the early 2000's, of some man in a bat-theme super hero costume.[color=548b54] "My mother had old comics of this guy. His name is Batman."[/color] Dulga had showed Junko a fanwikipedia page of him and some of his exploits. [color=548b54]"He's a hero who uses terror and fear. Sounds good, yeah?"[/color] Dulga could respect it. Intimidation and psychological warfare are fair ways to defeat the enemy. Even Dulga knows not to get cocky with her strength when she's outnumbered or outgunned. Even run away if the odds aren't in her favor. [color=548b54]"He doesn't have any super powers. Doesn't need it. Just skill, prep, and fear. Sounds right up your alley."[/color] Dulga pauses when she realized that she was also being very chatty. It surprised even herself how open and social she was being right now.

While Dulga may not have intended for the gas mask bit to be essential, it did make Junko's eyes light up a bit in giddiness. Maybe it was just luck she guessed that was the kind of mask she had on her costume but regardless, now the conversation was turning into something that was interesting for the both of them. Hobbling closer like an eager stray, Junko leaned over to look at Dulga's phone. [color=39b54a]"Oh hey, I think I know him. There were movies about this character, right? Eheh, I always liked how he scared people."[/color] It seemed Dulga was in the same boat and she nodded along to her words. [color=39b54a]"Right, right. Skill, prep, and fear...and maybe some tools and gadgets, eheh. It's a good thing we have the Hero Support class with us too. Now that I think about it, maybe it's a good thing I scared that kid back there. I bet someone in the Support class knows just the thing to help both of us for our costumes."[/color] Junko's eyes remained affixed and glued to the phone screen, clearly soaking in whatever she could.

[color=39b54a]"We, uh, should totally have more of these lunch conversations. We're finding out all sorts of scary things about each other, eheh. But scary is good and cool. We could use more heroes who don't rely on their Quirks so much, I think." [/color]

Dulga nods as she closes the window, revealing for a split second some sort of shady website selling gun parts. But Dulga put her phone away before too much could've been seen. [color=548b54]"Yeah. I'm more of a Frank Castle person myself. Very no nonsense."[/color] Dulga wondered if Junko was familiar with all of these super old school heroes. They were around long before quirks were a thing. Dulga even vaguely remembered reading some news about how people have tried to replicate those old heroes using their quirks and the craziness that caused. But Dulga would put these thoughts aside as she looked at the clock. [color=548b54]"Time is almost up. I'm going to my next class. I'll see you later?"[/color] Dulga asked Junko, wondering if maybe she was interested in meeting again.

[color=39b54a]"Frank Castle...I don't think the name sounds familiar, sorry."[/color] It might have rung a bell to Junko if "Punisher" was used and it might have not, but for now the girl only shrugged, ignorant of the character and what was on Dulga's screen. All the same, she was practically beaming at the other girl and wondered what her reaction would be when they showed each other their costumes eventually in class. She beamed even more under Dulga's next words. [color=39b54a]"Oh! Er, eheh, sure, if you don't mind. I like talking with you."[/color] She wondered if Dulga was interested in horror movies but that was a thought for another time. In the meanwhile, she quickly scooted up the rest of her stuff and moved in the opposite direction from Dulga, ready to part.

[color=39b54a]"I'll see you later, yeah, eheh."[/color]
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