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Shade of Vacuo: Bleeding Hearts

Interactions: Morgana Solomon (Yours Truly :])

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As the ship completed its descent to the ground, Skyler Gallegos uncoiled herself from her seat. She'd wrapped the serpentine portion of her body all around it to secure herself, figured it'd keep her in place in an emergency just as well as the seat belt provided. Skyler was the youngest of this batch of students headed for Shade Academy; she was only 15 years old as opposed to everyone else's 16 or 17, or so she had to presume. But she showed more than enough talent at Mirage Academy to warrant her early transition. She even found Mirage Academy much too easy for her, having been prepared for combat through a brutal training regime from her father when she was 8.

Unsurprised by her own success, Skyler looked down at her Scroll for a brief moment, and followed the other students outside. Just as she was about to step off, she heard the voice inching closer and closer to her, and felt as though she had to prepare for an ambush.

"Yay, we made it, we made it, WE MMMAAAAAAAADE IIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!" this was the sound of Morgana Solomon, a butterfly faunus that served as Skyler's classmate and, to Skyler at least, was as much an annoyance as she remembered her to be. Unable to contain her excitement, Morgana had spread her arms wide to try and hug Skyler, but Skyler held Morgana back by the middle finger to her forehead, before bringing her thumb to the fold and flicking her into flinching.

"OW!!" Morgana rubbed her forehead as she exclaimed, "Skyler! What was that for?"

"I keep telling you to back off from me, and yet you never listen," retorted Skyler.

...

She turned to go down outside the ship, only just catching a glimpse of the news portraying the revocation of a shady doctor's medical license before the feed cut off and Shade Academy did its thing.

"Wonder if this will be a challenge at all," Skyler mused aloud.

"I heard we get to go into teams for this," said Morgana, as if Skyler wanted her opinion, "Can you imagine that? We'd get to be the dream team Creamy Mirage Sisters! Wouldn't that be amazing?"

"Eww, that's the worst team name I ever heard in my life!" Skyler spat, "Besides, I'm actually hoping they don't enforce that as a rule. I don't know about you Morgana, but I myself wouldn't want three mindless goons slowing me down."

"C'mon; don't think like that!" Morgana pleaded, "They're supposed to be friends. They're supposed to help you when you just might need it mo-..."

"So what? They expect my hand to be held out just like at Mirage?!" Skyler lashed out, anger smoldering as she turned away from Morgana, "See? This is exactly why we can't be friends; I won't leave my brain out to rot like yours clearly has..."

"Huh? Wait, why would you...?! SK-SKYLER??!!" Morgana called out to her classmate, but she could only watch as Skyler slithered away from her to lose herself in the crowd of other applicants, and buried her head in her hands, "Oh god... what did I do wrong?"

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Mizoguchi Rokume, The Hallowed Delinquent With A Hollow Heart

"Gaze... into the void. Oh, and uh, try to look past the huge stripper tits that may or may not be in the way, if you'd be so kind. Thanks."

— Mizoguchi Rokume

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Personal Information

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_Name:

Mizoguchi Rokume

_Gender:

Female

_Age:

16
_{October 6}

_Nationality:

Japanese

_Appearance:

While she may be shorter than the average Japanese woman by only the slightest of margins, standing at a solid 155cm (5' 1"), her stocky build more than makes up for the height distance, making her weigh in at 57kg (125lbs). Her BWH ratio is off the charts at 40-25-33 if measures in inches and 102-64-84 if measured in centimeters; it's a wonder she can actually fit into anything. Rokume is practically forced into wearing large-sized skirts and extra-large-sized jackets because of the sheer size of her "assets". The most intimidating thing about Rokume's appearance is the mask that she wears across the lower part of her face, in combination with that cold, indifferent gaze that she has to her all the time. The majority of her right arm is robotic, with only the shoulder area still being of bone and sinew. Rokume typically communicates via sign language using her left hand, but her mask can detect which signs she's using and project speech based off those signs, in which case the "mouth" will glow and dissipate between signs. It has a synthetic and eerie depth to its voice; it's the kind of deep you'd imagine from a male as opposed to a female.

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_Personality:

Ever the silent brooding type, Rokume will typically close herself off to the world without a care to be had. She can get rather surly when she's approached, which doesn't help the naturally scary vibe that she gives off as it is; the one saving grace is that she's actually rather difficult to provoke. Unsurprisingly, Rokume is an anti-socialist, and even if she is expected to converse, she'll keep her statements brief and to the point. She may be a little rough around the edges for anyone's liking, but Rokume was never there to make friends. She was there to learn what it'd be like to be a hero... or rather, discover whether there's any real point to it.

She may prefer to settle disputes with her fists instead of her words, but that doesn't mean to say that Rokume wants to make a scene all the time. Often times she just wants to be left to her own devices without any interference. It's probably for the best that she now rarely chooses to get involved all that much, since if she does get herself roped into another's mess, chances are it'll be all the bloodier and dirtier by the end of it. Rokume is a firm believer that one wants a job done right, it should be done in solitude.

The whole reason Rokume closes her heart off to everyone around her is because trying to make new friends makes her think about the ones she was forced to abandon. She does not trust easily, and even if someone wants to reach out to her, she'll remain cautious of them. Try to read them. Watch and keep as much an ear out as she can for even the slightest inconsistencies. It'll often take several encounters before Rokume will decide that someone may be worthy of her loyalty, in which case she'll gladly offer it. But if anyone betrays her trust, Rokume will make sure that traitor rues the day they were born... one way or another.

_History:

Mizoguchi Rokume never got the chance to know who her parents truly were as human beings. Her father left her mother the second he realized she was pregnant with her, and her mother abandoned her at the nearby shrine just so she could try to chase after him. Rokume was later discovered by Tokunaga Aoi, the granddaughter of a now retired yakuza clan boss whose clan was in their hayday before Quirk users overran the Quirkless population. She was of the aggressive and controlling type, but the fact that she took in parentless children like Rokume and raised them as her own showed that Aoi's heart in the right place. Suzuko had taken the time to raise Rokume while an orphanage that she always wanted to jump-start was under construction, before starting to taken other children once the construction was complete. Aoi took in a total of 20 children for her orphanage, and there were about five out of the so many there that Rokume seemed to particularly bond with. They were twin brother and sister Aomine Udo and Aomine Urena, two other boys named Sugawara Sosa and Yashida Hiroya and an obese girl named Yoneno Tomiju.

Unsurprisingly, the six of them wound up banding together more often than not, even going to the same school in Shiketsu where they were all accepted in. However, trouble already began brewing within the first few days. Tomiju was mocked for her weight on a constant basis. Udo was criticized for his feminine choice of attire, and Umera for her flat chest. Rumors spread across Shiketsu about all six of them, but once she found out who'd been spreading them, Rokume challenged the culprit to a fight in the courtyard after school. He was a rich snob, and he had a couple of goons to try and jump Rokume before the fight was set to start, but Rokume was having none of it, and bashed their heads together the second they made their attack and instantly knocking them unconscious as a result. She then proceeded to charge the rich snob into a fence, stomp on both feet, bite his left hand, pin his right arm with her own and continually punch him in the face until he was little more than a bloody pulp.

All of that proved to be in vain, unfortunately. The principal caught wind of the mindless attack and summoned Rokume to his office, demanding to know why she went berserk all of a sudden. Rokume grimaced, not really wanting to say anything, but eventually told the principal all about the snob and his goons and how they bullied Tomiju, Udo and Urena. While he promised to look into the bullying, the principal could not seem to look past the violent confrontation Rokume made, and expelled her from Shiketsu, much to the gang's dismay. Time passed, Rokume was proving more and more difficult for Aoi to keep in line despite her berating of her, which was taking its toll on her mental stability. So instead, she did the sane thing and enrolled her into the Last Option School for Eccentric Rejects, knowing full well that no-one else would want her after that bloody display and hoping the teachers that were staffed there would be better equipped to give her the lessons in discipline and anger management that she really needed. Rokume wasn't entirely sure how she felt about that, but figured she'd best go along for the ride. It wasn't like she could really object, after all...

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Quirk Information

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_Name:

The Void That Is My Heart

_Type:

Emitter

_{Minor Breakdown:}

Rokume can store and withdraw any item through a special pocket dimension, which is accessible through the discolored area of skin within her chest area.

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Miscellaneous Information

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_{Main Theme Song:}

Miss Nothing, by The Pretty Reckless

_{Battle Theme Song:}

Persona OST: Bloody Destiny

_{Ideal Voice Actors:}

Sean Michael Teague (En)/Romi Park (Jp)

_Likes:

• Peace and quiet
• The memories she has of her friends at Shiketsu
• Tinkering with electronics
• Boxing
• Arm wrestling
• Contact sports

_Dislikes:

• Bullies
• Being disturbed
• Having to deal with someone else's mess
• Crowds
• Loose ends
• Anything she personally considers too girly

_Fears:

Rokume doesn't like to think she truly fears anything, but if she just so happens to notice that something is imperfect, it will eat away at her until it's fixed, whether she has to do it herself or otherwise. In a sense, this is a slight case of atelophobia.

_{Tidbits of Trivia:}

• Rokume had been deformed at birth, due to having been born (very) prematurely. Her right arm never got the chance to grow in, and neither of her ears had fully developed either. Once she got older, however, Rokume quickly set to work on making a robotic arm that she could put on herself, constantly tinkering it until it would prove to be as use to her as her natural left arm... or perhaps even more so. This new right arm of hers is long enough to naturally reach the ground, and its fingers are much longer than those on her left hand as well. Its 16 joints (including the wrist) also makes it monumentally more flexible. Multitudes of small wheels can be found on the back of the right arm's hand and fingers, so it doesn't slow her down when dragged along the terrain. The entire arm can be extended at will for even greater reach, as can each of its individual fingers, and its level of grip even puts grappling hooks to shame.
• Underestimating Rokume's strength would be a big mistake. She can lift up to 127kg (280lbs) without even struggling and, assuming she pushes herself to the absolute maximum of her capability, her total lifting capacity is 181kg (399lbs) above the head and shoulders and 190kg (419lbs) around the hip area. This means Rokume can compete with even some the most musclebound of men when it comes to feats of physical strength. She can still be reliably bested by those whose quirk revolve around the enhancement of strength itself, but even then, she'll still put up a good fight before going down. Because she is a fighter, with what one could say is a lion's heart.
• Aside from brute strength and her quirk, Rokume also has remarkable talent when it comes to all things mechanical and electronic. This shows in the intricacy of the mask that she wears across her face. Her mask and right arm have enough water resistance that she doesn't need to take them off even when diving underwater; as such, it comes to no surprise that she won't take her mask off when showering or bathing. Her mask has three modes which can be toggled between through the switches to the left. Speech Mode is the default mode, and is what allows the mask to project voice whenever Rokume signs in front of it. The speech mechanism glows a bright yellow each time a syllable is projected in voice, and the faster Rokume signs (which tends to show aggression on her end), the louder the voice is projected. Feeding Mode retracts the speech mechanism into the upper portion of the mask and causes the "jawline" of the mask to eject. This exposes Rokume's mouth, which in turn allows her to eat. Anti-Gas Mode closes off the speech mechanism, vacuum-seals the edges of the mask and disengages the air intake so that Rokume can't breath in toxic gases in the air. It also injects pure oxygen straight in front of Rokume's nose and mouth, and neutralizes the carbon in her exhaled carbon dioxide. The right switch activates Speech Mode, the middle switch activates Feeding Mode and the left switch activates Anti-Gas Mode.
• While she's deaf from a legal standpoint, Rokume can still hear noises that are both loud enough and sourced within close proximity to her, albeit extremely faintly. She often gets annoyed by her inability to clearly hear the music she tries to listen to at times despite having the music player at full blast, but when her ears don't completely decide to fail her, it is just enough to put her in the right mood to concentrate on her studies or the tinkering of her electronics, among other things.

Yahiro Aomi, Breaker of All Things Real

"Hey! Have you been paying attention? I am going to do great things."

— Yahiro Aomi

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Personal Information

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_Name:

Yahiro Aomi

_Gender:

Female

_Age:

14
_{September 28}

_Nationality:

Japanese

_Appearance:

Even according to the statistics of the average Japanese school girl's height, Aomi still comes up short, both figuratively and literally. She only stands at 137cm (4' 6") and, due to her light frame, weighs in at 33kg (73lbs). She has absolutely no curves to speak of, with a BWH ratio at 15-15-15 if measured in inches and 38-38-38 if measured in centimeters, but she doesn't seem too concerned about that; in fact, she looks kind of cute with her looks having the potential to disguise her age. Aomi has the weirdest fashion sense imaginable, with a yellow yukata, a black fedora, high heels that look as though they were made of sapphire and a metallic heart choker, none of which match her green eyes and hair. She has her nails painted in a unique sequence as well, with the thumb and pinky nails of the left hand and the middle nail of the right in green, the thumb and pinky nails of the right hand and the middle nail of the left in yellow, and the index and ring nails of both in blue. While she doesn't mind which exact clothing combination she'll rock with, Aomi will refuse to wear the standard LOSER uniform as is; the last thing she wants to caught dead in is a dreary grey all over...

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_Personality:

One word sums Aomi's personality up into a nice little bow better than any in the entire dictionary. She's the most hyperactive daughter of a bitch you'll ever encounter in your whole damn life, and she'd continue to march to the beat of her own drum even if it'd lead to her death. Some may call her insane with the antics that she may get up to on occasion, but Aomi personally considers herself to just be highly eccentric. She doesn't have the best grasp on the concept of etiquette in the world, and even if she realizes something isn't entirely acceptable from a social standpoint, she might just go ahead and do it anyway for shits and giggles. It's just the kind of person she is.

Aomi does have a tendency to twist what people are saying and put words in their mouths, however, and it even gets to the point where she'll convince herself of anything and almost everything. If she comes to the conclusion that she's wrong about something, she'll deny ever having said that something, and may even suggest that whoever got into that debate with her had said it instead. If someone tries to insult her, she'll return that insult straight to their face, in the exact same way that they said it to her... perhaps with a change of tone and phrasing to boot. There's just no way to win against Aomi with words alone. If there were to be any chance of besting her at all in this regard, it would be through action. Aomi can't deny the actions one takes to snap her back into reality, after all.

By far, Aomi's biggest flaw is her desire to show off at every turn she gets, and this can quite easily be her undoing. She'll often try to do several things at once, which undermines her ability to concentrate on a single task that requires a set amount of focus to pull off successfully. Aomi can get a little cocky when she's garnered the upper hand in battle, and she'll throw a perfectly safe and surefire victory plan out the window if it means she doesn't get to stunt on her opponent. However, Aomi is a girl who lives and dies by the spectacle, and if she can't amaze the crowd with her heroic deeds, then why would she want to be a heroine?

_History:

Yahori Aomi was quite the special little snowflake, being the youngest of 6 children with four brothers and a sister. Her parents had spoiled her rotten, having gone all out on her 6th birthday. It was here that Aomi's quirk began to manifest, when she tried to bite into a slice of her birthday cake, only to lose a tooth for her trouble due to distorting the cake's hardness without having realized it. Aomi looked as though she was about to cry at first but, as the pain from having her tooth ripped clean off slowly began to subside, she wound up letting out a squee of excitement instead. She was so proud of her quirk finally coming to light after all these years. Her mother hugged her affectionately as everyone laughed it off, and her birthday continued without further incident.

All of Aomi's brothers and sisters had gotten into various hero schools. None of them were the most impressive, but that didn't matter to the heads of the family as they showed pride nonetheless. But when Aomi came of age to enroll into a hero school, she made the bold claim that she'd get herself accepted into UA, which was rumored to be by far the hardest to get into and seemed to have the cream of the crop as a result. Her brothers and sister were quick to laugh that aspect off, but she herself was determined. However, she ultimately proved her naysayers right, through how spectacularly she failed the preliminary exam. The written portion was a wash, as expected of Aomi. She was ushered into a separate room so that she could complete that part of the exam without distracting the others, and her writing was... all over the place to say the least, with not all of it being intelligible. However, Aomi tried to be clever during the practical exam and paid the price for her grave error. She may have had the right idea in not wanting to show off all her cards at once, but the application of her quirk throughout the exam was a little too subtle; the judges weren't entirely convinced she even did anything.

Aomi received a few Villain Points and a few more Hero Points for her trouble in participating in UA's practical exam, but neither were enough for her to qualify for a successful enrollment into UA itself. But what made her siblings roar in hysteric laughter was a small addendum that the sister noticed in the report, which advised the reader(s) that Aomi be transferred to the Last Option School for Eccentric Rejects before attempting to partake in the exam again. Aomi did manage to quell the laughter by suggesting that it would technically be abbreviated into LOSfER instead of the LOSER that they were all thinking but, in response to that, she get bonked on the head by her eldest brother as punishment for ruining their fun. Still, Aomi received just enough support to keep her dream alive, even if it was from exactly her parents. After all, she didn't see this as punishment for an epic fail. She saw it as a quick tutorial for how to "git gud".

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Quirk Information

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_Name:

Objective Reality Bender-Ma-Jig

_Type:

Emitter

_{Minor Breakdown:}

Aomi can distort the properties of any solid objects that she touches, and/or that touch her. Exceptions include, but are not limited to living organisms such as plant or animals, and projectiles that are launched by other Emitter Quirks. Although the effects can be instantaneous if the affected object is small enough, it usually takes a while for Aomi to fully achieve the distortion(s) she wants with her quirk's current level of power.

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Miscellaneous Information

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_{Main Theme Song:}

Call Me Maybe, by Carly Rae Jepsen

_{Battle Theme Song:}

Pokemon Sword & Shield OST: Gym Leader Battle

_{Ideal Voice Actresses:}

Chemari Leigh (En)/Mao Ichimichi (Jp)

_Likes:

• Dancing
• Being around people
• Showing off
• Having fun
• All sorts of different colors

_Dislikes:

• Boredom
• Staying still
• Detention
• Rules
• Grays, whites or blacks

_Fears:

Aomi has a huge fear of deathly silence, which she finds to be more agonizing than torture. She can only stand up to 5 minutes at the very most before it drives her completely insane... unless she's asleep, which is the only chance you'll get any peace and quiet.

_{Tidbits of Trivia:}

• Aomi can be somewhat of a klutz at times, and with her quirk not having reached its full power, it shows more now than ever. She'll occasionally bump straight into anything in particular. even if she herself had seen that something from a mile away and looked to be eyeing it up the whole time. One would have to wonder whether she does this on purpose.
• The minute a reasonably catchy tune starts blaring out of a music player or stereo, Aomi won't even hesitate to drop everything and dance to the beat. Sometimes she'll play her own music, even right in the middle of an important mission or battle, and time every action she takes to the rhythm of the played music. Ironically, she has a tendency to dodge certain attacks completely whilst she's dancing, even if she's not paying the most attention to the attacks themselves. Break her rhythm, however, and the next attack is sure to land.
• Contrary to what she believes and says to others, Aomi is... quite frankly not all that smart, let's be honest. Her below average grades in school reflect this point to a tee; she might use every line available and even go on to write more in order to try and answer a question on an exam paper, but their are multiple topics in which she misses the mark completely, leaving whoever looks at those answers to question whether Aomi truly has any idea what she's talking about. This sub-par level of intellect is a good part of the reason why Aomi is in the Last Option School for Eccentric Rejects, and not in anything higher up than that.

Lostman Grafitti

Interactions: Morino Zaketa (Collaberation between @ERode and Yours Truly :])

Tsurushi had only just back from her therapy with Hitsu. She wanted to make a quick trip to the convenience store to get the ingredients that she needed for the recipe she wanted to try, but she figured she needed to check how many of which of those ingredients she and Zaketa already kept in their hotel room. It was a good thing too, since for the first time since she even got here, Tsurushi found the room to be almost spotless! Ordinarily this would be considered amazing, but knowing Zaketa? Something had to have gone horribly wrong while Tsurushi was away.

Her suspicions were confirmed when she saw two suitcases out in the open; one of which had to be filled to the brink with everything Zaketa would normally have strewn across the floor, and the other being in the process of being packed. Tsurushi didn't know what to think about the idea of leaving this place. Her first instinct was to see if she could find some kind of clue that would give Zaketa to leave. An eviction notice? She looked over at the top of the table, then over to the bench and even inside the bin where all the trash would be placed.

"I... I don't understand," Tsurushi finally told Zaketa, "Why should we have to leave so suddenly? Did something happen when I was gone?"

She didn't know what kind of answer to expect from her young lover, given her current mood. That alone was enough for Tsurushi to tense up in anticipation.

"They found out," Zaketa spat, grimacing at the thought. "About what I...used to do before. What you're doing now." More smouldering anger surfaced, but she knew control, at least. Knew how to keep going, cramming more belongings into the suitcase.

"You don't mean...?"

Suddenly, it hit Tsurushi. There was only one type of people who'd even have a problem with what she and Zaketa were doing now; those sleezeballs they both used to work under the employ of, "Love S Us", if she remembered the name correctly. Why they'd be pursuing the two after all this time, Tsurushi didn't know. But she did know that there had to be a better way they could get out of this situation.

Just as Zaketa shoved even more stuff into the open suitcase with more determination than ever, Tsurushi reached out and grabbed her hand.

"Wait, hold on!" she demanded in desperation, "We're already as far away from that place as we can possibly afford; we can't just pack up and run away! Not after I... not after we had just got the chance to settle down!"

"What..." Zaketa narrowed her eyes, frustration leaking through. "What else can we do? It's not about the past, you know? It's about your future, Tsurushi!" She pulled her hand away from the green-haired woman's grasp, fists clenched, shaking. "Thirteen years age difference, with the younger one being a former prostitute. If that gets out, who would want you as a teacher for children?"

Her eyes were bagged, bleeding mascara.

"If nothing else, I need to leave. You don't have a past with them, Tsu."

No. Zaketa was wrong; Tsurushi did have a past with them. She may have used her power to rewrite it completely, but it was still fresh on her mind, as if it were yesterday. She hid that deep in her heart for so long, and she never told anyone. None of the teachers and staff she worked with. Not Yasuo. Not Hitsu. Not even Zaketa. It haunted Tsurushi deeply; enough so that she began to shed tears of her own.

"Zake..." murmered a saddened Tsurushi before she suddenly brought Zaketa in close, and wrapped her arms around her, "This is all my fault. I got so caught up in trying to get you out that... I knew I should've thought of a better way to cut the ties between you and those scumbags! If only I wasn't such a fucking coward, I'd have...!"

Tsurushi let go of Zaketa, and distanced herself by the slightest amount. She took the time to wipe away a few stray tears, but then looked her lover straight in the eyes, with a newfound determination.

"I know you might think you're not worth the trouble," she adjusted her tone accordingly, "But I'll be damned if I'm forced to give up on the person I love. I'll find a way to fix this, Zaketa; I owe that much to the both of us..."

Zaketa was too old to believe that feelings alone would fix all this. It wasn't as if it was difficult to run, but running away was different from escaping. She blinked, a difficult expression emerging as she placed a hand upon Tsurushi's own. Cold and warm, seeping through and mixing until they became the same. She took two breaths to steady herself, and forced a smile.

"Ok. I'll trust you with that." The dark-skinned woman said. "But Tsu. We're still going to have to pack our bags and run, ok? You need time to think, right? So. We're going to do this then. Just promise me. If things go poorly, cut me off."

She swallowed, released Tsurushi's warm, warm hand, and went back to packing.

"I'll be fine. I just want you to be more than fine."

"Er... sure," Tsurushi replied hesitantly, although she was evidently lying through her teeth. She could never bring herself to cut Zaketa off. Honestly, she would kill herself before she'd allow it to come down to that.

Still, Zaketa may've been on to something. Perhaps it was for the best that the couple secure another place to stay, even for a night or two before the big confrontation with 'Love S Us'... Just in case the highly likely event occured that something were to go horribly wrong. But where would they go? Zaketa had to know that neither of them could afford anything real fancy and secure, and that Tsurushi still had her job that they couldn't live too far away from either. Tsurushi didn't want to think about that. She was already racking her brain as it was.

Tsurushi knew she couldn't do this on her own, but who'd be her best ally? A prosecutor? No; their services tended to cost way too much, and she'd have to sacrifice her whole salary for the year just to be able to pay them off. The police? One would expect that to be the go-to choice for a law-abiding citizen, but Tsurushi had no idea how sure the cops would feel about shaking down a place of business, and she'd feel bad for requesting that of them. A bruiser-type? Most of them were too scary to even approach, let alone ask for a favor of any kind.

...

Maybe it was better for Tsurushi to just go to 'Love S Us' and figure out all the fine details along the way. And maybe she should start leaving right then and there; maybe make some excuse about checking somewhere out or.... something. But could she leave Zaketa to fend for herself knowing that those goons would come after her again? Tsurushi really did need time to think how to solve this problem. But could she really afford it?

[Monster Cafe]

It had been a long time since Tehlarissa Wranvaris first set foot in the Foxbridge community. She'd only been here once before, and that was only to accompany the teenage daughter of the scientist that had revived her, as she went from place to place. Ironically, it was the last stop along the way in which Tehlarissa didn't feel entirely out of place. Morning Star Cafe had quite the assortment of other-worldly creatures from memory, who both had worked inside and were served as customers. However, the fact that she was well over one and a half times their size on average had still made Tehlarissa feel uneasy. She could barely even fit inside the bus she took to get into Foxbridge.

There were still quite the number of streets that Tehlarissa would have to go down to get from the bus exchange where she was dropped off to the cafe that brought so much familiarity in her life. As such, she'd have plenty of time to start looking for a source of income for herself while she was here, which was good because, although she may have looked to be wealthily dressed, she actually had no real amount of money on her person. Tehlarissa had only brought three things with her; a violin case with an accompanying violin, a parasol and a hiker's backpack that would've presumably contained the entirety of her remaining belongings. Perhaps she could put the former two to good use? Well... it was worth a shot. Tehlarissa opened up her parasol, but purposefully held it upside-down from the top, placing it in front of her, and holding it with her front-most legs while she used her hands to pull the violin out from its case.

As she held it in place with her hands and her chin, Tehlarissa began playing to the melody that was Amazing Grace, using her free tentacles to fine-tune the violin as she went. She had a keen mastery of the violin from her former life, and it was good to see that her muscle memory had not been affected by all the extra... additions to her body. Her voice, however, wasn't something she was entirely confident in. She settled for simply whistling the first verse of the song after she completed the fine-tuning of her violin as a result. The "wretch" that was part of the verse had hit Tehlarissa especially hard; and it stung so much because deep down, she knew that was exactly all she was. A wretch. An abomination. A grotesque, badly oversized obstacle that never failed to position herself in someone's way whether she'd meant to or otherwise. Perhaps trying to fitting into any sort of community was too much to ask of Tehlarissa, now that she was like this. She continued playing on the move, being considerate of where she was going but trying not to overthink it.

♪♫"'Twwaaas Grraaaaaaace thaaaaaat taaaaauuuuuggghhht mmmyyyyyy heeeeaaaaaarrrrt tooooo feeeeaaaaarrr"♫♪

Deciding to start from the second verse instead, Tehlarissa unveiled a somber, yet soothing singing voice, tears starting to fall as it escaped her lips. Perhaps it was merely an act, perhaps how she truly felt. What mattered more to her now was that the song go on.

♪♫"Aaaannnd Grraaaaaaace, mmyyyyyy feeeeaaaaarrrs rreeeeliiiieeeevved"♫♪

Through the third eye that was on her midsection, Tehlarissa saw that some of the pedestrians had stopped and lent their ears.

♪♫"Hhooooow prreeeeeciiioouus diiiiiiiiiiid thaaaaaat Grraaaaaaaace aaaaaappeeeeaaaar"♫♪

A slight smile slowly curved onto her face as she presented the upside-down parasol to those who stayed, ensuring her movements were slow so as to not appear pushy or desperate. The sound of coin making contact with the felt of the parasol was just the sign she was looking for.

♪♫"Thheeeeee hoooooooooour IIIII fiiirrrrrrst beeeeliiiieeeevved"♫♪

It would've been awkward to try and mouth "thank you" mid-performance, but to compensate, Tehlarissa held a couple of free tentacles to her heart, her eyes conveying her appreciation for her. With that being enough to keep her going, she continued on her path, stopping at a corner where traffic lights were present and pressing a button that would allow her safe passage across the street in due time.

♪♫"Thrrooouuugh mmaaaaaaaaannyyyyy daaaaaaaaaaaaangeeers, toooooooooooils aaaannd snnaaaaaaaarrres"♫♪
♪♫"Wweeeee haaaaaavve aaallrreeeeeaaaaadyyyy coooooooooome"♫♪

Curiously enough, the song caught the ears of a young Nekomata girl who was waiting at that same set of lights with her grandmother. She was a larger girl; probably 7 or 8 years old if Tehlarissa had to guess her age. She evidently wanted to sing too... so she did.

♪♫"'Twwaaas Grraaaaaaace thaaaaaat brroooouuuught uuuuuss ssaaaaaaffe thuuuuuuss ffaaaaaarr"♫♪
♪♫"Aaaannnd Grraaaaaaace wwiiiiilll lleeeeeaaaaad uuuuuuss hooooooooooome"♫♪

Well, the girl had said "was" instead of "'twas" and "this" instead of "thus" but, considering she may have still been learning her words, Tehlarissa couldn't exactly fault her. In fact, she found it to be cute. She playfully rubbed the tip of one tentacle underneath the girl's chin, which tickled her and made her purr. Sure enough, the walk signal turned green for Tehlarissa, so it was time for her to take her leave.

This was it. Just one last street to go down before she'd reach Morning Star Cafe. With her confidence starting to come into fruition, Tehlarissa made sure to belt this last verse out and let her true singing talent shine.

♪♫"AAAAAAAMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAZZIIIIIIING GRRAAAAAAAAAAACCE, HHOOOOOOOW SWWEEEEEEEEEEEET THHEEEEE SOOOOOUUUUUUND"♫♪
♪♫"THAAAAT SAAAAAAAAAVVED AAAAAA WRREEEEEEEEETCCHH LLIIIIIIIIIIKE MMMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"♫♪
♪♫"IIIIII OOOOOOOONNCE WWAAAAAAAAASS LLOOOOOOOOSST, BUUUUUT NNOOOOOOOOOOOWW AAAAAAAAAMM FFOOOOOOUUUUUUNND"♫♪
♪♫"'TWWAAAS BLLIIIIIIIINND, BUUUUT NNOOOOOOOOOWW IIIII SSSEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"♫♪

A few more payments of spare change from enchanted pedestrians later, Tehlarissa made it. She could see a few people inside Morning Star Cafe already, but it didn't look to be open just yet, judging by the queue outside. Perhaps it would open up to the multitude of customers by the time she finished her performance? Whether that would be the case or not, she didn't mind. She was merely grateful that people would pay to hear her sing. Judging by the sheer volume of change contained by the parasol, it was safe to say Tehlarissa had a good run. She turned to look toward the direction that she came, wanting to thank her audience despite having a feeling they'd all be gone by now...

♪♫"'Twwaaas blliiiiiiinnd..."♫♪

She wrapped a tentacle around the bow of her violin and pressed hard against the instrument itself, before relinquishing grip from her hand.

♪♫"Buuuut nnoooooooooow..."♫♪

She closed her eyes and held said hand to her chest for a few seconds, making a single, deep inhale of breath. She then extended it far to the direction that she came, slowly opening her eyes again as she did.

♪♫"IIIIIIIIIIIIII... sssseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee"♫♪

Lostman Grafitti

Interactions: Anenokoji Hitsu (@ERode)

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Tsurushi continued to listen as Hitsu gave her opinion on the matter. It was heavily extended from her previous statement, and there might've been a few keywords here and there that stuck out to Tsurushi. Something about flexing wings and biting back? Tsurushi shook her head; she was never going to remember any of that. She kept listening for anything that might help her cause.

About half way through, sirens could be heard in the distance, which distracted Hitsu for a brief moment. Tsurushi was curious about those too, and had wondered where they were headed. She decided against asking right now though, as it would've been rude to force a change of subject to something so mundane. Perhaps it would've been best to save that until the end. Right now Tamiko took priority.

"So... I should try to relate to her, is what you're telling me..." Tsurushi deduced aloud, but shook her head again, "I mean, I'd have made a better effort than I had if knew what to go off of. Administration hasn't told me shit about her; I don't know whether it's because I'm new or because they don't know anything either or..."

Tsurushi stopped, and blinked a couple times. She had a habit rambling on for a moment, where she was never entirely sure what she was saying.

"I'm sorry; am I making excuses?" she asked Hitsu, "It feels like am when I shouldn't be..."

Shade of Vacuo: Bleeding Hearts

Morgana Solomon, Sorceress of Dust and Advocate of Peace

"Love and peace. They're the keys to everything in life!"

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Personal Information

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_Name:

Morgana Solomon

_Age:

17

_Gender:

Female

_Phenotype:

Faunus - Butterfly

_Nationality:

Menagerian

_Appearance:

Morgana has always been rather small for her age, and as of right now, she only stands at 157cm (5' 2"). She's also significantly lighter than she really should be, only weighing in at 37kg (81lbs). Surprisingly enough, she does have quite the attractive figure, with a BWH ratio of 23-13-20 if measured in inches and 58-33-51 if measured in centimeters. Morgana's arms and legs are extremely thin, and her rib cage can barely be visible when one takes a close look at her exposed mid-section, indicating that much of her body is skin and bone. She wears a sundress that ties up from the straps, and the top-most hem is decorated with butterflies all around. It discretely conceals a total of 10 holsters for the vials of Dust that she carries into battle, which can be found at the sides of her stomach area, on both hips, on the front, outward side and back of each thigh and the same again on each calf.

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_Personality:

The Solomons have always been nice, kind and friendly people, and Morgana is certainly no exception. She's always ready to lend a hand to those in need, whether they ask for it or not, and she'll rarely ask for anything in return. Morgana is the type of person that will continue to give until she's got nothing left to give. And even if someone gives her a first impression of insolence, Morgana will immediately forgive them and try another, hopefully more civil interaction. She'll feel disheartened every time she gets pushed away, but she'll remain determined to befriend and try to talk to who she can. This is especially the case if she has reason to be concerned about someone in particular, with what her wanting to aid them in any way she can.

Well... any way that doesn't involve her sabotaging her beliefs, that is. Morgana is very passionate about advocating for love and peace and, although her grades for Mirage Academy prove that she's at least somewhat of a competent combatant, she is a natural pacifist at heart. If the enemy is someone that can hypothetically be reasoned with, that will be the first option that Morgana will take, hands down. She'll even ask that her teammates not attack the enemy straight away; not until she's done everything she can to make a diplomatic solution that everyone can agree with. She'll only attack in self-defense, and even then, it'll still reflect on her conscience.

Some may question whether Morgana's head is filled with flowers. Her usual personality certainly gives off enough of a bubbly, innocent and almost childish vibe to it, and seeing or hearing any act of violence seems to chip away at her mental state ever so slowly. Morgana has never forged a weapon for herself for this very reason, and still refuses to wield one to this day; she won't even use one as a conduit. Morgana will defend her beliefs to the very end, however, and that may yet be what makes her the Huntress she aspires to be.

_Biography:

In an island far away from the Four Kingdoms of Remnant, there lived a community of faunus that lived peacefully, without humans there to bully them or discriminate against them. Morgana Solomon was born and raised in this community, but she had dreams and aspirations of seeing the whole world, which had stuck with her even as a child. Her parents were skeptical about the idea of her going out to any of the Four Kingdoms, since there was much out there that could hurt her and they were a little uneasy talking about all the dangers, concerned that at least one or two of them would completely fly over the young girl's head. Morgana's parents were a little overprotective of their eldest daughter, even though they had six other children to look after as well, but Morgana appreciated the fact that they cared about her nonetheless, and the whole family lived happily while they were together, for the most part.

Shortly after she hit the age of 14, Morgana was finally able to leave Menagerie and explore the world like she always dreamed of. She boarded a cruise ship that was bound for port town in Vacuo, where an aunt would pick her up and take care of her for the time being. The first thing Morgana wanted to do was hit the public library. She picked up an entire assortment on books about Dust, as that subject had drawn her eye specifically. From there, she learned that there were several stores around Vacuo that specialized in supplying Dust to customers, and in one of those stores, the storekeeper was kind enough to let Morgana know there were combat schools that had been designed to train enthusiasts like her how to use Dust safely and effectively. The closest one that someone of her age bracket could legally enroll in was Mirage Academy, so that was where her true quest began.

Despite her best efforts, however, Morgana had a rocky start during the first couple of months of training. She was both physically and academically inept at first, and she had been bullied for her pacifistic nature very early in, although this was resolved the second the staff became aware of it. Morgana had even tried to ask the top student in her class at the time, Skyler Gallegos, for tips on all the subjects she'd been struggling with, only to be blown off by the arrogant snake faunus each and every time. In spite of her inability to comprehend a few things here and there, Morgana persevered through the necessary time of training at Mirage Academy, securing decent grades all-round and an exceptional report for her ability in Dust manipulation. Now she only has one more bump in the road left in the way of her dream to travel the world: Shade Academy, where all the Vacuans aim to train to become quality Huntsmen and Huntresses.

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Combat Information

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_Weapon:

Morgana doesn't wield any type of weaponry in the physical sense, because the idea of possessing a tool that had been designed and manufactured for the purposes of war does not sit well with her in the slightest. However, she does have access to a vast armament of Dust that she can use to defend herself from the creatures of Grimm when her team is on a mission. Morgana's wings are heavily infused with both Hard-Light and Gravity Dust, and she seems to have the greatest affinity with those two types in particular, but she has vials upon vials of all the other types of Dust as well, which she keeps in the holsters that she equips under her dress. Morgana has also Dust Weaved all of the dresses she wears for an even greater supply of Dust for each mission, and although they're all of the same color, she's marked which dress had been weaved with which type of Dust, so that she can choose which one she suspects she'll need most. The vial holsters are also Dust Weaved with each of the 10 different types of Dust that the vials contain but their smaller surface area means she has just a little less Dust from each to work with. Hence all the vials Morgana has on her.

_Semblance:

Brewing Storm of Dust:
In exchange for a key percentage of her Aura, Morgana can severely increase the damage output of her Dust attacks.

_{Aura Color:}

Neon Pink

_{Points in Favor:}

• Although her capabilities in this regard are limited, Morgana can in fact use her wings to fly. Through the aid of their infused Hard-Light Dust, she has enough strength in her wings to go up to 500 meters (1640 feet) in the air. She can also stay airborne for approximately 20 minutes at a time, although it will take a severe toll on her stamina. If she loses all of her stamina mid-flight, Morgana can always invoke the Gravity Dust in her wings in an emergency, which will stop her from taking lethal damage in a great fall.
• While she can't cover any more ground than most people while she still has two feet on the floor (the fact that she runs like a complete girl doesn't help), Morgana proves to have much more speed and agility whilst in flight; more than her enemies are able to give her credit for. This makes her a strong candidate for combating the aerial creatures of Grimm such as Nevermores or Lancers, which maybe more difficult for the other Huntsmen and Huntresses to gun down depending on the accuracy and range of their weapons. Morgana even has a few tricks up her sleeve that allow her to momentarily save her wing strength without sacrificing her speed.
• This generation of Huntsmen and Huntresses certainly has plenty of talented users of Dust, which makes it difficult to pick one out from the pack, but the sheer amount of creativity Morgana brings to the table in this regard is second to none. While she's at most applicable with Hard-Light and Gravity Dust, she's familiarized herself with every single other type of Dust to use against all enemies as she sees fit; even Water Dust, which is known to be difficult to use effectively, and Fire and Lightning Dust which she's not so comfortable attacking with. It just goes to show what she's capable of as a Huntress.

_{Points in Disfavor:}

• Because her Semblance requires the sacrifice of Aura for its activation, Morgana will rarely have enough Aura left to protect herself from any attacks that hit their mark against her. Such attacks will hit her harder than they would anyone else as a result, and any that hit the Dust vials that she has equipped will cause them to explode, dealing even more damage to Morgana. This is exactly why other Dust experts always tell Morgana that it's much safer for her to use a weapon as a Dust conduit, even though she has qualms against the use of weaponry. She did consider putting on the armor she forged at Mirage Academy to use as a conduit instead, but she's neither sure that it will give her satisfactory protection nor confident that she can make it stronger without it slowing her down.
• Incidentally, the longer Morgana has to continue fighting, the more certain that it'll reflect on her conscience. It'll be even worse if the enemies that Morgana is expected to combat aren't the dark creatures of Grimm, as chances are they are instead human beings that may very well be able to see reason, and be approached in a diplomatic manner so that a peaceful resolution can be procured. If there's even the slightest chance that negotiation is an option, Morgana will be quick to pursue that option. After all, the whole reason she trained to become a Huntress was that so she could save lives, not necessarily take them.
• Morgana has made a lot of sacrifices to keep her body light enough to maximize her ability to fly; this includes stomach stapling which, although well intentioned in its design to prevent her from overeating, outright stops her from being able to eat enough for herself from time to time. It wouldn't even be surprising if Morgana were to be defeated in an eating competition by a preschooler! To make matters worse, trying to serve Morgana too large of a portion of food may unnerve her into not touching any of it at all, which is a problem because she needs to keep her strength up for her schooling and especially key missions.

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Miscellaneous Information

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_{Main Theme Song:}

Firework, by Katy Perry

_{Battle Theme Song:}

Valkyria Chronicles OST: Desperate Fight

_{Ideal Voice Actresses:}

Lizzie Freeman (En)/Ayana Taketatsu (Jp)

_Emblem:

Cute Lil' Butterfly

_{Hex Code:}

#F6989D

_Likes:

• Making friends
• Spreading the peace
• Offering her support
• Quality vegetarian dishes

_Dislikes:

• Hostilities and violence
• Fighting
• Being rejected
• Eating meat, junk food or anything fatty or greasy

_{Relationships:}

• Skyler Gallegos: Morgana and Skyler keenly remember each other from their attendance at Mirage Academy, since they were in the same class. They converse with each other on occasion; more so than they ever did back then. But Skyler still won't have a bar of Morgana's attempts to befriend her. Skyler views Morgana's bubbly ideology as a poison of sorts but, while she also considers her weak-minded for choosing to be a pacifist for the most part, she can respect her resolve to try and become a competent Huntress. Morgana evidently tires of Skyler's efforts to push her away every time they meet, but her immense sympathy and worry for the snake faunus is what's keeping her from giving up on her and abandoning her completely. Morgana worries because she knows how far Skyler is willing to go when she beats herself up, having seen the full extent of her self-destructive side first hand.
• (I'll leave the others blank for now, and wait for teams to be assigned.)

Emerald City

Interactions: Kei Aiba* (@Jun)

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11:32am

Genesis could only look towards the boy in shock as he walked right past her with only a single word of goodbye. She could not believe this was someone would not stop to strike a conversation; even if it were only to be brief, it would've been better than what she was just given.

'Did he just blow me off?' she couldn't help but wonder.

While she had half to mind to go after him and demand an explanation, Genesis decided she didn't really have the time to chase the boy. She still had to flip a text to Karter to let him know that school had ended early. She pulled out her phone.

'School ended early. I have the rest of the week off too. Come pick me up, plz?'

With that, Genesis headed out to the parking lot that was at the school's front entrance, and waited for Karter's vehicle to arrive.

Shade of Vacuo: Bleeding Hearts

I believe with tobiax’s newest character, there’s still a slot untouched?

@Thundere

Actually, I'm still working on my second character and I believe Nyaha wanted to make a second as well. We can make room if your apps have the quality to them to warrant it, but you and Claw will have to get a move on if you want a chance for those spots.

[Monster Cafe]

Tehlarissa Wranvaris, a Mix & Match of Elf, Bat, Porcupine and Octopus

"Enchanted to meet you. Er... please, pay no mind to my size or my appearance."

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Basic Information

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_Name:

Tehlarissa Wranvaris

_Age:

311

_Species:

Amalgamation

_Gender:

Female

_{Sexual Orientation:}

Bisexual/Polyamorous

_Occupation:

Street Performer & Singer

_Appearance:

Just one look at Tehlarissa and one can tell that she's a colossal being. She stands at a gargantuan 269cm (8' 10"), weighs in at an equally massive 147kg (324lbs) and sports a complicated BWH ratio of 31-23-49 if measured in inches and 79-58-124 if measured in centimeters. This might make her appear as though she'd be too wide (and especially too tall) to fit through most doorways, but her legs are highly malleable and compressible, allowing her to pass through with little effort assuming she positions her body correctly.

Tehlarissa's wings also fold into her back to make it easier, but the sheer weight of the rest of her body prevents them from being all that functional. There are a vast multitude of quills on Tehlarissa's back that are well hidden under her long, golden blonde hair, but flare up when she feels threatened, and contain a powerful paralyzing toxin that is injected into anything that touches the very tips. Ironically enough, the third eye that is present in Tehlarissa's midsection has a much better eye level for most human-sized beings than her regular eyes do, and provides a better view of what might be in her path.

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Personal Information

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_Personality:

While she may naturally intimidate people on first sight, with her colossal size and grotesque appearance, Tehlarissa more than makes up for it with a great ladylike sense of politeness and courtesy. If she suspects she might be in someone's way, she'll kindly step aside and allow them safe passage past her. She'll always be there to lend a hand to those in need, and she tends to put the needs of most everyone around her before her very own. All this with a warm, almost motherly smile on her face to boot. It just shows how considerate and generous Tehlarissa really is deep down, and that's a good quality to have.

Even when she's in a hurry to get somewhere specific, Tehlarissa will still take great care that she doesn't bump into anyone or knock something off. She's well aware of how much space her body naturally takes up, and typically avoids trying to maneuver through heavily crowded areas. Her size and appearance do make her feel out of place even here in Foxbridge, and while she appreciates assurances that she's welcome, her conscience of still feeling out of place still rings in the back of her mind. Tehlarissa has adjusted to the community about as well as she possibly can, if only out of obligation; yet only time will tell if she'd adjusted enough.

_Biography:

Tehlarissa Wranvaris was once a highly respected princess within a noble elven community. She'd been inflicted with disease and died, but shortly after her funeral, her corpse was exhumed by grave-robbers and sold off to the highest bidder; a "mad scientist" that wanted the body for experimentation. The body was cleaned, and specific body parts were grafted onto her, before the scientist finally threw to the switch that would ultimately resurrect Tehlarissa. At first, she was amazed that she was brought back to life, but when she got a chance to look at a mirror, Tehlarissa shrieked in horror at the abomination that she'd become.

Mortified by such a discovery, Tehlarissa fled back to the noble elven community she was once a part of and tried to start life anew. However, no-one could stand to look at her any longer, and she was banished from the community as a result, having no choice but to return to the "mad scientist". It turned that the so-called "mad scientist" wasn't entirely so mad after all; he simply wanted to make a cool-looking playmate for his daughter, a tomboyish, somewhat eccentric girl who missed having her mother around. This girl had taken Tehlarissa to all of her favorite places to go, but everywhere she went, Tehlarissa still felt as though she were an outcast, struggling to fit in no matter what she tried. Things changed when the girl made one last stop; Morning Star Cafe in Foxbridge. She wasn't a real fan of coffee, she only came because of all the delectable sweets that were on display. But for the first time in her life, Tehlarissa didn't feel so alienated from the rest of Foxbridge's community. She was welcomed into the cafe even, just like a regular human being would hope for. It was at that moment that she made up her mind; Foxbridge was going to be the place she'd live in for the rest of her life.

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Miscellaneous Information

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_{Main Theme Song:}

Dream, by Amaranthe

_{Encounter Theme Song:}

Bloodstained: Ritual of the Night OST - Forgotten Jade

_{Ideal Voice Actresses:}

Erika Harlacher (En)/Yui Ishikawa (Jp)

My Hero Academia: Chaos Age | Open

Interactions: Itsuki Konomi (Collaberation with @Claw2k11)

Sure enough, the demonstrations continued as normal, with Mori-sensei continuing to praise the other students regardless of whether they were all that impressive or not, which... not all of them even held a candle to the first few Quirks that were displayed, if Lacara were honest. Still, much unlike her, at least they showed they could control their quirks. Lacara's was much too wild, and much too intimidating at that.

Even long after the initial chain reaction of eruptions that Spacenaught had to save everyone from, lava still continued to seep out of the openings in Lacara's skin. All the fear that was projected from the other students had started to reflect back onto Lacara herself. Even Mori-sensei felt obligated to change how she'd address Lacara in order to stop her quirk from triggering again and threatening to take lives again. It was the sudden sense of alienation that had caused tears to well up within Lacara once again.

On all students other than Konomi, who looked mostly worried towards the fiery girl. She knew what Lacara felt, the rage due to the fact that they were the ones who had to hide their quirks, that they were considered freaks for simply having a odd power or transformation, but unlike Lacara, she bottled her rage and always put on a wide smile and try to talk to people, to resolve the conflict without any actual violence.

Konomi found herself drawn to the emotional girl and could not help but walk towards her, same friendly smile that she usually had on.

"Hello there!" She greeted Lacara. "My name is Itsuki Konomi, I'm glad to hear that we'll be classmates in the future!" She said, now standing close to Lacara as if not afraid that she might be hurt by her lava.

Lacara looked up at Konomi, remembering her from a couple of turns back. She seemed awefully cheerful for someone that was also in the crossfire of the chain reaction of eruptions. She even had the courage to walk right up to Lacara, who could admire her bravery.

"Yeah, I know who you are," Lacara's eyes drifted back down again as she said this, but took the time to wipe away the tears that began to form, "I'm sorry; I didn't mean to go off like I did, I just... damn it, I knew I should've found something else to talk about,"

"You don't need to apologize for who you are, Hanazawa-san." She said, almost wishing to place a hand on her shoulder, but the lava prevented it. "We all feel like you do, but everyone chooses to deal with it in their own way, for example, I choose to believe that if we're at the bottom of the barrel then things can only get better from here on out and I choose to try my best to make things go better for people." She said, pondering what she had just said, realizing that it may not make that much sense to Lacara. "I'm sorry, sometimes I just keep talking when I meet new people."

"It's OK, I get it,"

Suddenly, Lacara found herself looking back in the direction of the front gate. Her thoughts trailed back towards the protestors that were there and her efforts to try and nab a megaphone off someone and speak her mind before she was stopped by a teacher. Perhaps she would've made it worse, perhaps they'd shut their mouths long enough to listen; it was too late to gauge now.

"In that case, I stand by the point that I was trying to make," Lacara stated in determination, "Those people are always picking on and bullying quirk users, and all that out of spite as well. Yet they wonder why villains exist in the first place..."

Konomi smiled wider than before, though now because she saw the determination in Lacara's eyes, but was still a bit sad that she wasn't the one to be able to cheer her up, but a happy person was a happy person as far as she was concerned. "Well, I'm not sure if you'll agree with me on this one, but it is now our job to make that..." She pointed towards the protestors. "... and turn them into crowds cheering as we, their heroes perform yet another heroic deed, or lock up yet another villain." Konomi based all of heroic knowledge on the many manga and comic books she had read and she really hoped that Lacara did not know about any of that, or Konomi's reputation might have to suffer.

"Yeah, I guess you're right," Lacara had to admit, "Maybe if we save enough of their sorry asses enough times, they might actually have the incentive to finally give us the respect we deserve. Probably not immediately, but... hopefully soon."

"But enough of that whole mess, what I wanted to ask you is what you thought of the other people here, especially..." She looked over all of the students who had gathered there, trying to think of the one who had the most explosive and notable demonstation. ... that one? She asked pointing to the first student to do a demonstration, Ryuujin Katsuro. In truth, this whole conversation that she had started up was Konomi's own special way of trying to distract Lacara away from all the feeling that had made her explode in the first place and so far, she was not feeling very successful in the endeavor.

"Huh? Oh, him?" Lacara had to take some time to think about this Katsuro person, and how he stacked up to the others, "Honestly? His was one of the only real ones that had any real wow factor to his quirk. Dunno what happened to the idea of saving the best until last, but whatever, am I right?"

"Quirk is certainly explosive, pun not intended, but his personality could really use a bit of work if you ask me."

Lacara shrugged her shoulders at that last question, rhetorical as it was. Now that she thought of it, there were at least three others that caught her eye to one extent or another. It was worth a mention, at the very least.

"You didn't have such a bad quirk yourself, actually," she told Konomi, "Neither does the boy with the dog ears or that fat girl... Hattori Hiromi, I wanna say her name was? All of them seem useful in their own way. Not like mine..."

"While Himori-san's quirk seems pretty useful, I've yet to see the usefulness of a quirk that turns you into a bloodthirsty wolf monster." She said, briefly glancing towards Marius before turning back to Lacara just in time to hear her comment about her own quirk.

"So?" Konomi asked. "Quirks aren't supposed to be thought in that way, they're a part of who we are as people and they grow alongside us." She said. "Sure, your quirk isn't perfect now, none of them are, but give it a bit of time and training and you're bound to be better than everyone present here, fireboy included."

Lacara was bound to be better, huh? At what exactly? Killing everyone? That was the first thought that came across her mind, but then Konomi's statement seemed to resonate with her. Perhaps she could become a competent hero in due time. Lacara still had a long way to go; that much she knew going in. But at least now she garnered the confidence she'd need to tackle the aspect head on.

"Yeah... you maybe right," Lacara stated, "Thanks for the talk. I needed that."

Feeling a little better, Lacara stood up and collected her key from Death Glare, before turning back for the briefest of seconds.

"I'll see you around, Konomi."

It was then that she took her leave. As she walked towards the dormitories, she look a little more closely at the key she collected, noting that it had the number 5 on it. If not for the earlier conversation, that number would've meant nothing to her; all she would've cared about was getting inside and going straight into the bathroom shower so she could wash the lava off of her before it could cool and solidify. But now Lacara had an inkling of wonder that she might encounter Konomi again earlier than she could've expected.

With that, Lacara approached the room number 5, and slowly opened the door.