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Eira Winters ❄ Antartica


Well, right after that, Freya hit her with a little quip. It wasn't even that good, but she had to give the girl credit for trying, at least she would have, had Freya not seemed to regret her words. What was with that? Was she afraid of a little confrontation?

Then, she, having had enough of everyone else, was leaving. Then Gabriella told her to turn around, and she'd assumed it would be something important or whatever. Instead, she'd been hit with a vaguely inspirational speech on how great Renard was. Were she not so pissed off, Eira would have been laughing so hard that she would have been physically unable to breathe. As the tall girl gave it, Eira wondered why the hell she had to listen to this. She was grateful to Renard, and some of the others too, but she didn't feel the need to crow about it when the opportunity arose. Especially not for a straight few minutes.

She was about to get out of the gym once again, until Renard approached her. He gave her some thanks, and she just gave him a weird look. He turned back to the gym anyway, and Eira just muttered, "Whatever." To the three newcomers, she spared just a glance at them, especially the other girl with blue hair. Since she'd seemed to be looking at her, that was, she didn't really care otherwise. If Renard, or anyone else, wanted to say anything else to her, it was too late, because she was already off, quickly walking down the corridor and away, away, away from the gym. There were too many people there. She wasn't in the mood. She never really was.

Eira ended up in the library. It was where she had originally planned to go for the afternoon, and she sorely regretted going to the gym instead. It was considerably less crowded, which was pleasant, and the only person in there she recognised was Damian, doing some research or whatever he did in his spare time. That's such a shit hobby.

Either way, when she went in, she gave him an awkward wave that was more of just sticking her hand up and then immediately putting it back down. Do not talk to me. Do not talk to me. Do not talk to me.


Eira Winters ❄ Antartica


So, there were some who were actually killed at the incident, but her slightly distasteful comment didn't really refer to them. She had to admit that she did feel a little guilty about it anyway, though she did not show it.

At any rate, Eira had snatched up the letter the second Gabby had put it back down, skimming through it with narrowed eyes. So Sofia was gone. Sofia, who had saved her life, and now was being taken to some other place as a result. She placed the letter back down with considerably less force than she had used to pick it up, and resumed with her typical scowl. Her mother had told her that if she frowned too much, it would get stuck on her face, but the truth was that she had so much to scowl at that there wasn't much point in other expression at this point.

However, while Eira was in a perpetual bad mood, she had to say that it really didn't suit Renard. It seemed that the whole ordeal had affected him rather greatly, which was more evident now that he had actually said something to her. Hell, the one making the puns at this point was Freya (which Eira did not appreciate, evidenced nothing but an eye roll in response). She did raise an amused eyebrow at Gabriella, though. Kerianne was pretty concerned about her as well, even if she had just fallen over.

"Whatever. Just don't get stuck in Gloomtown forever, 'cause then you'll forget about the actual city we live in," Eira said, yawning slightly. "If you have any kinda problem with me, I don't actually care, but you can tell me them on your own. Getting real sick of having ten people bitching at me whenever I say anything. Later."

She was done there. No point in training, she wasn't in the mood for it anymore in the first place. So she left, not saying anything else, ready to go back to her original plan for the day: study. Education was just as important as hero work, which she didn't actually believe but it seemed like something a hero would say. They did have the academic section of the afternoon still to come, so it might actually be of some use.
Eira Winters | Antartica

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Eira had spent the last bit of her weekend doing absolutely nothing, which is admittedly what she did most weekends. She'd done her best to stop thinking about the support company incident, partially because she didn't want to feel bad, but mostly because she didn't care enough to mope about it. As far as she knew, nothing particularly devastating had happened as a result, other than injuries, but those would heal. Maybe she'd be proven wrong, eventually, but it was done with and it was time to move on and improve. God, that sounded cheesy.

Nevertheless, Eira came into school on Monday the same as she always was. Physical training was cancelled, due to a meeting Hayes had, which Eira wasn't too pleased with, along with the implications that something bad had or would happen, which was also pretty awful. A lot of the students who had been off the day of the incident were in on that day, and none of them seemed to be particularly positive about the whole situation either. It was quite ironic, that the one student who was always in a bad mood would be the one who was the least bothered about what happened. Or maybe she wasn't bothered to be angry at this particular thing.

She went through classes as she usually did as well, though the atmosphere in them was considerably dampened. Hell, even Renard, poster boy for positivity and shitty puns was acting pretty out of it. Despite him probably being her biggest annoyance and her constant wishing he would shut up, she couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed by the drastic change in attitude. It felt wrong.

The first half of the afternoon was free, so Eira had planned to 'study', by which she meant sit down on her own and stare holes into a textbook. Instead, she ended up going to the gym, she wasn't in a very studying mood after all. Kerianne and Breeze were in there, the former laying down. She hadn't been there for that, but she did hear a bit of what Breeze said.

"Yeah, it's fucking awful. One bad thing happens and all of a sudden it's the end of the world," she said, opting to ignore her Saturday morning that had largely consisted of feeling like shit. "Christ. It's as if someone's died." Maybe that wasn't the most appropriate thing to say, but it was too late to take it back.





Joy didn't really comprehend what was happening for a minute. The person she'd given a tissue to looked shocked for a reason she couldn't figure out. She didn't get much time to, because someone else had come over, and turned to look at what had made the white haired one so weirded out. Joy followed their gaze, confusion blatant on her face, until it dawned on her exactly what they were looking at.

Her stand. Right out in the open, which she had thought was invisible to the whole world, and they could see it. Questions whirled around her mind immediately, a whirlwind of panic.

Why can they see it? No one's done that before. Oh god, what if other people find out? Are they gonna experiment on me or some shit like in movies? What's going to happen?

Joy took steady breaths. She could fix this all, maybe. First of all, she called back her stand, and it vanished. She could always summon it again later. Then, she decided to fervently deny its existence. "A... drone? I don't own anything like that. Maybe you're just imagining it. Maybe you've both hit your heads! It happens, y'know, she said, quite clearly nervous. She was ready to get up and sprint off, but that would be kind of suspicious. So she stayed in place, for the time being. She made a note to be a little more careful with her stand from now on - but then again, they could both just have a few screws loose. No use risking it though, she'd taken too many risks that she really couldn't find any kind of justification for this one. If all went well, they'd all go on their own flights and she would never think or see them again. Problem solved!
Eira Winters | Antartica

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So, Eira didn't get to sit in bed for very long, because she'd been forcibly removed and forcibly taken outside. She was still in an awful mood, and she whined the whole way to the place where fun sibling bonding activities were to take place. Where was that, exactly? The zoo. Nothing like gawking at animals after nearly being mauled by several animal-based quirks.

"Do we have to go? I'll jump out of this car right goddamn now."

"No one asked you to get in to begin with. Quit whining, dipshit." The vast majority of the trip continued in this fashion, only interrupted by the occasional bout of silence, which never lasted for more than a few minutes. Though their words may have been harsh, and the squabbling barely stopped, there wasn't any real aggression in their words. Maybe this would have been hard to see for anyone else, but to the Winters siblings, this was just how it went for them.

Though she didn't want to admit it, Eira was having a pretty good time at the zoo. Her initial sour mood had cleared up pretty fast, replaced by a shy sort of excitement. They went around various enclosures (Aidan's favourite being the bat cave, purely because of how it had always freaked his sister out), minding their own business, until they got to the tropical birds.

Eira liked to keep herself to herself, and in turn, didn't tend to give much though at those she say in public. But there was a man standing in front of the exhibit, and he was so tall that he couldn't even be called that anymore - he was just plain long. As they got even closer, Eira stopped suddenly. Aidan did too, giving her an odd look, but all she did was keep staring ahead with a strange expression.

“Aids. Holy shit, Aids, I think he’s even taller than you are,”
she said, sounding much too entertained for something so trivial. Aidan was by no means short, towering over his sister by a good five or six inches, but this guy had to have at least couple of inches on him.

Dean continued to look down into the enclosure, considering where he wanted to go next, when he heard the sound of voices coming his way. He glanced over, not really giving it too much thought. Just a boy and a girl. He went to look back down or walk away, but then something clicked and he glanced back up. He was sure he recognised this girl… and when he remembered from where, he couldn’t help but smirk. What a damn coincidence.

He turned towards the girl as the two drew nearer. “Hey, you attend U.S.J, right?” Dean was sure she hadn’t heard his voice at the factory - he definitely hadn’t said much.

“See, he heard you, idiot,”
Aidan muttered to Eira, lightly elbowing her in the ribs. She gave him a dirty look.

“Shut up,” she replied, but there wasn’t any real malice behind it. “And yeah, I do go there. Uh, do I know you?”

If there was one thing Dean was adept at, it was concocting a solid lie. “Ah, no. My brother works at that factory that got hit by those villains. Showed me a bit of security footage from the whole thing - he’s a big fan of the pro-heroes - thought I recognised you from it.” That sounded reasonable enough.

“Oh. Uh, sorry. Is he alright?” Eira replied, a little awkwardly. Her brother said something that sounded suspiciously like, “You’ve got a fan now, huh,” though she opted to ignore it.

Dean turned away from the birds fully. “Oh yeah, he’s fine. Luckily he doesn’t work in the halls, he works up in the security room. Otherwise he wouldn’t have lasted with that shark thing, or all those birds.” He put on a convincing sombre look.

“Those goddamn birds,”
Eira scowled. “Well, it’s all over now. Good to hear that he’s ok. Uh, well I think that we’d better be on our way now. Unless you’ve got anything else.”

Dean looked like he was considering for a moment. “No, nothing else. It was nice talking to you - good luck with the whole hero thing - you’ll need it.”

Eira only nodded in reply. “Great to chat,” her brother said, much more cheerfully. “Now, Eira, where are the penguins?” With that, the two walked off, as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

Dean simply smirked as they walked past him, still totally unaware. So, now he knew Eira had a brother that she was close to. That could come in handy at some point down the line. But back to the birds. He was bored of the cassowaries now, having looked at them for a while. The eagles were nearby. So, off he went to enjoy the rest of his visit.

Honestly, Eira kind of forgot about the guy after that. It was nice to see someone who recognised her (and she would have to get used to it when she inevitably became a pro hero, of course), but she was so caught up in the rest of the trip that it slipped from her mind. The penguins were great, as was the rest of the zoo. Eventually, in a much better mood than the morning, it was time to go home.

"How was that, Elsa? Still want to jump out the car?"

"You're still here, so yeah."

While she didn't explicitly say it, they both know she had a good time. And after the hectic day she'd had before, Eira finally relaxed.
Somewhere along the way, Effie had unwrapped her cloak from her shoulders, revealing an expensive dress so white in colour that any stain in it would show clear as day. She left the cloak carefully folded in her handbag, which she had, for some reason, brought to a murder scene. Well, there wasn't much of a murder scene for it to be brought to, as they weren't even allowed to go in.

"Hmm... well, that is a shame, isn't it?" Effie said as the policemen asked them to leave. She couldn't help be disappointed that they would be met with an obstacle so soon into their investigation. But there were ways to get around it, weren't there?

She turned and leaned a little closer to her companions, grinning widely. Perhaps her methods would not be conventional, but they would certainly work. To begin, she moved her left hand in front of herself, where the policemen could not see them. Then, after a second, it disappeared completely, even as she twisted her wrist. Only the paved ground below where it was supposed to be showed.

"I can get us through like this," Effie said. "But you'll have to be quiet, ok? Don't talk until you get through. Also, we should... probably move away from the police before we vanish. And another thing! Don't go too far away from me. But that shouldn't be a problem for now." With that, her hand appeared once more, exactly as it had been before.

If either of them were to comply, and move somewhere more out of sight, Effie would use her magic to do exactly as she said: make them vanish to all others. Whether they would actually be able to stay silent or in line with her other rules was an entirely different matter, but at least she could help with this.

@Rabidporcupine@Chi


Joy Jordan



Joy had been in the airport for hours now, and she was beginning to run out of things to do. She was sitting down, working her way through considerably more pretzels than was healthy (which she had paid for, thank you very much), checking the time every minute or so, hoping that somewhere along the time she could skip a couple more hours. Unfortunately, that was not the case, and she stood up, ready to stretch her legs for the first time in much too long. God, they were so stiff. Her hair was so greasy too. Joy couldn't wait to get off that next plane, and go home. Which was in... two hours.

She took a quick walk around, watching everything that was happening with a blank expression. Some lady arguing with the barista at a cafe, blond guy with a beanie looking around a shop, old man on the phone to someone. Nothing particularly interesting, though she didn't really expect anything bizarre to happen. She checked her phone. Thirty-two percent battery. It had to last the whole journey home, or at least until the end of the flight, so she couldn't just sit on that either. Joy groaned just as a small, transparent figure formed behind her.

Well, there wasn't any harm in having it around. It wasn't as if anyone could see it. She hadn't met anyone that could, after all. Its antics were amusing, and as it floated around her head, performing somersaults and creating vague animal shapes with its hands as Joy watched with a smile. By chance, it drifted in front of a wall, where someone was standing and hey, was that blood? Her stand quickly moved behind her, peering over her shoulder and cocking its head.

She took another look, and though she was at a distance where it was kind of hard to tell, there weren't many red liquids that could come from someone's head. Maybe it was a medical condition, or some kind of injury. Not really her business why, but she shoved a hand into a bag and pulled out a packet of tissues. She walked up to the person, who was now sitting on the floor, and held it out to him. Her stand trailed behind her with about as much interest as it could show for what it was.

"Hey, your, uh," she said, motioning with her other hand to her face. "Do you want a tissue? Take one, I don't mind."
Eira Winters ❄ Antartica


The chainsaw girl came for Freya again, but Eira didn't even notice. It was barely any time before whatever kind of quirk there was kicked in, and she was not having a good time. It was more strange than painful, as if she was looking but not seeing. She missed most of the end of the fight, feeling equal parts dazed and awful. Eira tried to move around a little, but after some consideration, settled on not. She didn't feel like herself. She didn't feel like anything.

Soon enough, she blinked back to reality, not really knowing what was happening. She quickly glanced at the whole room, a little panicked, trying her best not to show it. Stay composed, or at least as composed as she could seem with a neutral expression that looked like she wanted to murder someone.

What was that? What the hell was that?

Another quirk? Or an extra part of one? Scorpion woman had done a bit of a number on Gabriella, so maybe it was like that but less severe. Didn't mean it wasn't awful though, and feeling a little more like herself, Eira gritted her teeth. She didn't feel any less irritated.

It was nice to see the pro heroes though, because they were, well, pro heroes, but mostly because they were being saved from certain doom. Even if Eira was getting a little sick of being saved. Sphinx, Freya's sister, right next to them. She watched with silent admiration, right up until the pro hero opened her mouth.

She still didn't say anything, but her scowl twisted down a little deeper. That kind of attitude felt... familiar. It isn't like that anymore, she told herself, and she narrowed her eyes disapprovingly at Sphinx. All the respect for the hero she had quickly drained away. Even Eira was better than that. Right?

But she still felt a little sick, deep down. Freya looked so upset. Eira's breaths became shallow, clenching her fists until the nails dug into her palms. "It isn't like that anymore," she muttered out loud this time, as if it would have any more effect. It did, kind of.

Renard wasn't looking too good either. When he spoke, his voice was weak, and then he fell into the dirt. Eira gave him a pitiful look, hands still screwed up into fists. "Just the one of me."





She'd gone to the hospital and gone back home right after. Eira wasn't that badly injured, other than her out-of-body experience. Because everyone had been there to save you, she thought bitterly. What had she done? Nothing.

No one had been home when she'd gotten there. They usually weren't, her parents worked late and her brother was usually out pretty late too. She opened the fridge to have some dinner, but Eira wasn't in the mood to eat. She showered in hot water she could barely feel and went straight to sleep, feeling hollow.

She woke up on Saturday at eleven o'clock. The house was silent as she forced herself to go downstairs. Her mother went to work at 10am. Her father went at 9:30. She was alone. Well, almost.

Eira thought she was justified in getting up late. She'd had an awful day, and had come out of it not doing too great. The person coming down the stairs, however, had probably just gone to sleep at some ungodly hour on account of the fact that he wanted to.

"Mornin', Eira," he yawned. Then he got a little closer to her, and seemed to wake up a little. "Oh, holy shit. Eira. God, are you alright? Y'know, 'cause of... uh, what happened?"

Eira gave him a look, stirring her tea gently, thinking. "Doesn't matter," she said. Then after another thought (which may or may not have had two cat-like siblings), "I'm fine. Don't worry about me, ok?"

He grinned at her, ruffling her hair. She tensed up from the touch, but soon relaxed, trying to get his hand off. "Fuck off, Aids," she hissed. "Sure, Elsa. Just tell me if you need anything."

She finished her breakfast and went straight upstairs, back to her room, to indulge in doing absolutely nothing all day. She thought about her classmates, especially Sofia, who had gotten pretty badly hurt, trying to help Eira. She hadn't helped them at all. Perhaps she would visit the hospital at some point.

But right now, all Eira wanted was to lie there.

Effie rose at once, the cloak wrapped around her shoulders swaying as she did so. She made her way over to the other two that she was to be with, the eccentric one who liked fishing and the one with the long black hair. It seemed like the latter was the only one who had any sort of idea what was going on, but she was sure they would manage. The most important parts were that there was a murderer and he was probably magical, and now they were investigating.

She didn't have much of a problem with those she was put with, but then again, she didn't know any of them well enough to have one to begin with. Effie made her way over to the rest of her group, keeping her head high.

"Oh, that's lovely of you," she said to Jun, and then addressed them both. "Fishing sounds like an awful lot of fun, though I've never gotten to try it. Ah, but where are my manners? Euphemia Dalraan, at your service."

She bobbed her head in some sort of bow, before looking back at her companions, bright smile that she'd had all day never faltering. She didn't really know what to expect from the crime scene, but it wouldn't be anything that she couldn't handle.

@Chi@Rabidporcupine
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