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♦ A New Era ♦ - A My Hero Academia RP

Dulga Tarata

When desert came out Dulga indulged quietly. She accepted a slice when it was given to her, ate it quickly, and then put her dishes away. It seemed like everyone was socializing with each other now and as much as Dulga wanted to chat, she had important things to take care of. So she went back to her dorm where all her stuff was still packed up in boxes. Letting out a sigh Dulga started to unpack. Unlike what some may think, Dulga actually had a lot of cute decorations. It was mostly dragon plushes as well as a few dolls of various super heroines that Dulga actually had to pay good money to get. A few were even hand-made from her father. He made toys just about as well as he made weapons. Of course the important thing wasn't the dolls or comforter, but her desk. Dulga didn't order just any ordinary desk, but a gunbench where she could tinker with her firearms, make bullets, and maintain her weapons. She had also ordered a gun safe too, but she'll need two more since she brought more weapons from home. Fortunately they should be safe inside their cases for now.

Eventually Dulga was finished setting up her room. There were more stuffed toys around, books and magazines packed the bookshelf, most of them about guns, and on Dulga's bed was a giant dragon doll. It was even bigger than Kaida, and almost as big as Dulga herself. Hugging the dragon close Dulga laid down on the bed and closed her eyes. While she wasn't tired she wanted to enjoy this moment. An innocent moment where she can pretend that she's just a regular girl in a regular world, wanting to do regular girl things. She stayed like this for about ten minutes before Dulga sat up and moved to her gun bench. "Time to work." Dulga opened up one of her gun cases containing two pistols and a rifle, stripping them down one at a time to clean and inspect their parts.

The Kingdom of Belvoir - Hunter's Guild (Taking Applications)

Of the many cloaked and hooded figures that stood in the guild hall, Iza blended in with all the other strangers in the crowd. She had listened to both Drystan and Anastasia give their speech. The captain was a professional sort, getting straight to the point and expecting everyone else to follow and understand. Anastasia seemed more of a people person, using her force of personality to convince the townsfolk to take up arms. But Iva wondered how many were truly dedicated to the cause and who just wanted to pretend to have obtained glory. Or just want free items.

Still, there was something to be admired even if this woman was a charlatan. The people who flocked to her were initial fearful folk, this much Iva could’ve tell. If so much as a dead monster showed up the crowd would be sent screaming. But she somehow convinced them to come and fight, ignorant of the dangers they’re signing themselves up for. Perhaps it was for the best. Ignorance was bliss after all and Iva wasn’t going to waste a good thing.

More importantly however was the coming hunt. Captain Drystan had marked the target’s location in a map and already went ahead to its hunting grounds. Iva wasted no time here and followed after. She made sure I avoid all and anyone she could, weaving through people like a breeze. Once she reached the boat she didn’t even bother with introductions, merely boarding the ship while still covered from head to toe on her thick fur coat. In preparation of the coming hunt Iva took out ten arrows, carefully applying Addle poison to each one. They should last for a day before they become impotent.

The Kingdom of Belvoir - Hunter's Guild (Taking Applications)

Hunter’s Name: Iva Noxus
Age:24
Appearance:

Weapon of choice:
Hunting Bow and Hollow Arrows - Iva’s bow is a unique design by her village, trading a longbow's extreme range for increase draw speed without compromising its power. Her arrows are also uniquely designed for her hunting style: each arrow has a hollow slit in them were she can fill with poison, increasing the dosage of each shot. Her arrows are also designed to “plug” the arrow wounds so that they aren’t easily removed, and to ensure that the poison does not bleed out. However this design makes her arrows far less effective against armored enemies, as they’re meant to pierce flesh or thick hides. She does carry regular broadhead arrows should she come across armored enemies however.

Silver Tipped Spear - They say silver has a powerful effect against monsters, and Iva will test that out. Her spear is made with a special silver alloy that ensure the blade is as strong as steel while still retaining its silver properties. The shaft itself is also of high quality, made of Darkwood. Tougher and more flexible than your average oak or cypress, amoung the many things her village is known for Darkwood crafts is one of them. The shaft is strong enough to withstand blows from even a guillotine.

Alchemy - Iva’s deadliest weapons are the various poisons and bombs she can concoct. She can make a poison out of any material, no matter what’s available to her, with enough variety to ensure that no one can ever have all the immunities. Not only can she brew poisons but she also knows how to craft other alchemical weapons such as smoke bombs and black powder grenades, as well as various combat drugs and helpful medicine.

Specific Recipes

Addle - Iva’s signature poison. It saps the stamina from her foes, and the more they struggle the worse the effects. Not only does it make even the simplest actions take far more energy than before, but it also halts any form of regeneration, recovery, or healing while the toxin is in the body. And Iva had perfected her poison to last for at least a week with a small dosage, with new dosages resetting the duration by another week.

Paralysis - A fast acting but short lived paralysis poison. Not as powerful as her master’s as Iva’s paralysis poison can only paralyze the area around the point of infection. For example if she hits your arm with a poisoned arrow, it’ll only numb your arm. The effect occurs immediately but only lasts for a minute, thus she and her allies must strike as soon as possible.

Hallucinogen - This poison causes those struck by it to witness terrifying visions, even monsters and other abominations. Iva has no real control over what they see but usually what they see is frightening enough to either make them run away in a blind panic or violently lash out against friends and foe alike, so it’s a good poison to disrupt formation.

Greece Fire - This green gel-like substance can burst into an insanely hot flame when it contacts heat, making it the perfect tool to burn monsters or just simple arson. With the proper oils applied Iva can even coat a weapon with Greece Fire so that their own weapons are flaming, not only making them appear more intimidating but also increasing the damage done.

Choking Cloud - Smoke bombs made with a multitude of irritants that stings the eyes, fills noses with pungent odors, clogs the ears with pain, and otherwise assault the senses. Not only does it provide visual cover but it’ll also disable the senses of anyone who enters the cloud, and is much more effective against those with heightened senses such as lycanthropes. Naturally, Iva had built an immunity to her own Choking Cloud.

Night Eye - A helpful potion that grants the drinker perfect night vision, allowing them to see in the dark as well as they could during the day.

Blood Tinge - Another beneficial potion not entirely unlike a healing potion, though one should be careful not to mistake the two, Blood Tinge simply halts wounds from worsening, clotting blood to help seal wounds as well as numb any pain or soreness brought about from the wounds. It also helps the body fight off any infection, poison, or disease inside. But make no mistake; Blood Tinge merely helps the body recover naturally, and does not provide any immediate healing.

Black Blood - This vile and disgusting concoction is a specialty made to be used against man-eaters and bloodstuckers. By imbibing this foul fluid, your blood becomes black and toxic even to creatures normally resistant or immune to such things, particularly vampires and other form of undead. The effect lasts for ten hours and it’s not recommended to drink more than one per day, as the effect of the Black Blood potion will kill you if used more than once.

Armor of choice:
Only a steel bracer and that’s mostly for parrying light attacks. Iva believes that the best armor is to never be hit at all. She does wear a thick fur cloak when she’s in cities or out on a hunt to protect her from preying eyes and the elements.

Strengths/Abilities:
Alchemy - Iva spent much of her youth learning how to craft alchemical mixtures with master witches, and while she isn’t nearly as skilled as they are, she has a considerable talent for it. No matter where she finds herself Iva could make a toxin or medicine with whatever happens to be around, or even draw it from her own body if she really needs to.

Agile - Speed is king when it comes to combat. No matter how strong you are or how tough you can be, a thousand blows can whittle your defenses and even the strongest attacks mean nothing if they missed. Iva is quick on her feet and highly acrobatic, capable of climbing and leaping great heights and surviving the subsequent landing. She’s quick enough to even handle herself in a furious melee, dodging and weaving between strikes of even a master swordsman to aim at their weak points and vitals.

Huntress - Iva had a sharp eye for taking down her enemies. She doesn’t waste time beating them senseless like a barbarian, instead making sure each strike is careful and precise to deal maximum damage. In particular, her skills with her spear and now comes from her hunter's ability; she’s a deadeye shot with a bow and arrow, and with the spear’s length combined with the strength she can put behind it she can pierce even the thickest armor when she strikes the right spot.

Tracker - It’s trivial for Iva to find out where her enemy has been and where they will go. Once she has set her sights on them they don’t have much longer to live. They could have fled into the ocean or even ran to a new country and Iva can still follow them.

Weaknesses/Hindrances:
Fragile - Remove Iva’s mobility or put her in a position where there is no way out,m and she won’t last long. Her entire survival depends on being able to stay constantly on the move. If she’s trapped or grappled there’s little she can do short of trying to use her toxins to break free or even cut off her limb.

Tackless - Don’t expect Iva to handle herself well in social situations. She’s as straightforward and to the point as her spear, and chances are if you’re asking her to debate you will be at the end of her spear. She doesn’t handle direct confrontation well and tends to shy away from conflicts, perfecting to either stick to the shadows or be with more pleasant people.

Extreme - Iva’s ideas tend not to consider things like “innocent bystanders” or “collateral damage”. Whatever gets the job done, no matter who has to be sacrificed. Though she tends not to include herself in those she’s willing to sacrifice, at least not willingly.

Misandrist - Iva had never had a good experience with men and thus shies away from them as much as possible. Her general attitude towards men is distrust and even young boys will not escape her paranoia. This also makes Iva far too trusting of women even if they’re also using her for their own gain or worse than the men Iva has to deal with.

Personality:
Quiet, reserved, and always with a resting bitch face, Iva doesn’t look particularly friendly even if her attire screams of a more femme fatale. Iva leans towards stoic indifference in all things but she can be quite empathetic; she understands both raw emotions and subtle intentions equally well, allowing her to get a sense of both prey and people. This Iva tends to hang around places of positivity and comfort instead of areas filled with sadness, and she prefers the company of hopeful fools than cold professionals.

Iva herself tries not to speak much and let her actions speak for her. She believe that words are meaningless and no promise or vow done vocally can mean as much as what someone does. She tends to care for her friends in an emotionally distant fashion, trying not to let them get used to her kindness even if she willingly gives it to them. Iva generally distrusts men and is slow to trust them, often putting her guard up against them. But at the same time she is uncertain what to do or how to handle herself if someone does manage to get past her guard. All the more reason she tries not to get too attached in the first place.

History:
Iva lives deep in the wilderness outside from the kingdom. But she was not far from civilization, far from it; she lived in a prosperous town known as Wichita, a town where witches could live in peace with others. Iva’s mother was a witch who had fallen in love with a traveler, but he had left shortly after impregnating Iva’s mother. This she grew up with the scrutiny of having a whore mother and no father, which contributed much to her issues later in life.

At a young age Iva showed a talent for alchemy, having the right amount of caution and curiosity to handle mixtures well without doing any crippling harm to herself. She first learned alchemy from her mother, and as she became older she tutored under other witches until eventually she was the apprentice of one of the Master Witches herself. She was a powerful magic user who had somehow created an elixir that allowed her to escape the effects of aging, even reversing herself to her younger, more comely age.

Of course this didn’t help Iva better when it came to the slanderous rumors that were thrown at her by her fellow peers. They thought that Iva wanted nothing but vanity, accusing her of selling her body out to the menfolk to make connections to such a powerful patron, and that Iva was only using her to continue her lustful lifestyle. A life style that never existed. It all came to head when one of the young men approached her. At first he gave her emotional support, complimenting her for her skills as an alchemist and telling her to ignore the rumors of jealous women. But his true nature was revealed not too long after when, after rejecting his advances, the man became aggressive to Iva and practically demand that he give herself to him. Iva slew him and ran away to the outsirts if Wichita, where she had moved in with one of her aunts.

From there Iva started to hone her skills as a huntress while still keeping up her training as an alchemist. She had learned enough from her master for Iva to be able to study and run experiments of her own, and started to create her own poisons instead of just following a formula. Without the extensive equipment and resources of a workshop Iva had to learn how to improvise, which in turn increased her skills considerably. It wasn’t long until Iva felt that she needed to test her creation now against live prey; she heard rumors in a distant land about a kingdom troubled by monsters. A worthy challenge for the alchemist.

The Kingdom of Belvoir - Hunter's Guild (Taking Applications)

Thank you! I’ll make sure to keep track of her poison and potions so it doesn’t seem like she has an endless amount of them. Also she’s basically a long range fragile speedster who needs her poison to do damage over time. Without it she isn’t strong enough to go toe-to-toe with most beasts, or even help her allies very much.

The Kingdom of Belvoir - Hunter's Guild (Taking Applications)

Hunter’s Name: Iva Noxus
Age:24
Appearance:

Weapon of choice:
Hunting Bow and Hollow Arrows - Iva’s bow is a unique design by her village, trading a longbow's extreme range for increase draw speed without compromising its power. Her arrows are also uniquely designed for her hunting style: each arrow has a hollow slit in them were she can fill with poison, increasing the dosage of each shot. Her arrows are also designed to “plug” the arrow wounds so that they aren’t easily removed, and to ensure that the poison does not bleed out. However this design makes her arrows far less effective against armored enemies, as they’re meant to pierce flesh or thick hides. She does carry regular broadhead arrows should she come across armored enemies however.

Silver Tipped Spear - They say silver has a powerful effect against monsters, and Iva will test that out. Her spear is made with a sp coal silver alloy that ensure the blade is as strong as steel while still retaining its silver properties. The shaft itself is also of high quality, made of Darkwood. Tougher and more flexible than your average oak or cypress, amount the many things her village is known for Darkwood crafts is one of them. The shaft I strong enough to withstand blows from even a guillotine.

Alchemy - Iva’s deadliest weapons are the various poisons and bombs she can concoct. She can make a poison out of any material, no matter what’s available to her, with enough variety to ensure that no one can ever have all the immunities. Not only can she brew poisons but she also knows how to craft other alchemical weapons such as smoke bombs and black powder grenades, as well as various combat drugs and helpful medicine.

Specific Recipes

Addle - Iva’s signature poison. It says the stamina from her foes, and the more they struggle the worse the effects. Not only does it make even the simplest actions take far more energy than before, but it also halts any form of regeneration, recovery, or healing while the toxin is in the body. And Iva had perfected her poison to last for at least a week with a small dosage, with new dosages resetting the duration by another week.

Paralysis - A fast acting but short lived paralysis poison. Not as powerful as her master’s as Iva’s paralysis poison can only paralyze the area around the point of infection. For example if she hits your arm with a poisoned arrow, it’ll only numb your arm. The effect occurs immediately but only lasts for a minute, thus she and her allies must strike as soon as possible.

Hallucinogen - This poison causes those struck by it to witness terrifying visions, even monsters and other abominations. Iva has no real control over what they see but usually what they see is frightening enough to either make them run away in a blind panic or violently lash out against friends and foe alike, so it’s a good poison to disrupt formation.

Greece Fire - This green gel-like substance can burst into an insanely hot flame when it contacts heat, making it the perfect tool to burn monsters or just simple arson. With the proper oils applied Iva can even coat a weapon with Greece Fire so that their own weapons are flaming, not only making them appear more intimidating but also increasing the damage done.

Choking Cloud - Smoke bombs made with a multitude of irritants that stings the eyes, fills noses with pungent odors, clogs the ears with pain, and otherwise assault the senses. Not only does it provide visual cover but it’ll also disable the senses of anyone who enters the cloud, and is much more effective against those with heightened senses such as lycanthropes. Naturally, Iva had built an immunity to her own Choking Cloud.

Night Eye - A helpful potion that grants the drinker perfect night vision, allowing them to see in the dark as well as they could during the day.

Blood Tinge - Another beneficial potion not entirely unlike a healing potion, though one should be careful not to mistake the two, Blood Tinge simply halts wounds from worsening, clotting blood to help seal wounds as well as numb any pain or soreness brought about from the wounds. It also helps the body fight off any infection, poison, or disease inside. But make no mistake; Blood Tinge merely helps the body recover naturally, and does not provide any immediate healing.

Black Blood - This vile and disgusting concoction is a specialty made to be used against man-eaters and bloodstuckers. By imbibing this foul fluid, your blood becomes black and toxic even to creatures normally resistant or immune to such things, particularly vampires and other form of undead. The effect lasts for ten hours and it’s not recommended to drink more than one per day, as the effect of the Black Blood potion will kill you if used more than once.

Armor of choice:
Only a steel bracer and that’s mostly for parrying light attacks. Iva believes that the best armor is to never be hit at all. She does wear a thick fur cloak when she’s in cities or out on a hunt to protect her from preying eyes and the elements.

Strengths/Abilities:
Alchemy - Iva spent much of her youth learning how to craft alchemical mixtures with master witches, and while she isn’t nearly as skilled as they are, she has a considerable talent for it. No matter where she finds herself Iva could make a toxin or medicine with whatever happens to be around, or even draw it from her own body if she really needs to.

Agile - Speed is king when it comes to combat. No matter how strong you are or how tough you can be, a thousand blows can whittle your defenses and even the strongest attacks mean nothing if they missed. Iva is quick on her feet and highly acrobatic, capable of climbing and leaping great heights and surviving the subsequent landing. She’s quick enough to even handle herself in a furious melee, dodging and weaving between strikes of even a master swordsman to aim at their weak points and vitals.

Huntress - Iva had a sharp eye for taking down her enemies. She doesn’t waste time beating them senseless like a barbarian, instead making sure each strike is careful and precise to deal maximum damage. In particular, her skills with her spear and now comes from her hunter's ability; she’s a deadeye shot with a bow and arrow, and with the spear’s length combined with the strength she can put behind it she can pierce even the thickest armor when she strikes the right spot.

Tracker - It’s trivial for Iva to find out where her enemy has been and where they will go. Once she has set her sights on them they don’t have much longer to live. They could have fled into the ocean or even ran to a new country and Iva can still follow them.

Weaknesses/Hindrances:
Fragile - Remove Iva’s mobility or put her in a position where there is no way out,m and she won’t last long. Her entire survival depends on being able to stay constantly on the move. If she’s trapped or grappled there’s little she can do short of trying to use her toxins to break free or even cut off her limb.

Tackless - Don’t expect Iva to handle herself well in social situations. She’s as straightforward and to the point as her spear, and chances are if you’re asking her to debate you will be at the end of her spear. She doesn’t handle direct confrontation well and tends to shy away from conflicts, perfecting to either stick to the shadows or be with more pleasant people.

Extreme - Iva’s ideas tend not to consider things like “innocent bystanders” or “collateral damage”. Whatever gets the job done, no matter who has to be sacrificed. Though she tends not to include herself in those she’s willing to sacrifice, at least not willingly.

Misandrist - Iva had never had a good experience with men and thus shies away from them as much as possible. Her general attitude towards men is distrust and even young boys will not escape her paranoia. This also makes Iva far too trusting of women even if they’re also using her for their own gain or worse than the men Iva has to deal with.

Personality:
Quiet, reserved, and always with a resting bitch face, Iva doesn’t look particularly friendly even if her attire screams of a more femme fatale. Iva leans towards stoic indifference in all things but she can be quite empathetic; she understands both raw emotions and subtle intentions equally well, allowing her to get a sense of both prey and people. This Iva tends to hang around places of positivity and comfort instead of areas filled with sadness, and she prefers the company of hopeful fools than cold professionals.

Iva herself tries not to speak much and let her actions speak for her. She believe that words are meaningless and no promise or vow done vocally can mean as much as what someone does. She tends to care for her friends in an emotionally distant fashion, trying not to let them get used to her kindness even if she willingly gives it to them. Iva generally distrusts men and is slow to trust them, often putting her guard up against them. But at the same time she is uncertain what to do or how to handle herself if someone does manage to get past her guard. All the more reason she tries not to get too attached in the first place.

History:
Iva lives deep in the wilderness outside from the kingdom. But she was not far from civilization, far from it; she lived in a prosperous town known as Wichita, a town where witches could live in peace with others. Iva’s mother was a witch who had fallen in love with a traveler, but he had left shortly after impregnating Iva’s mother. This she grew up with the scrutiny of having a whore mother and no father, which contributed much to her issues later in life.

At a young age Iva showed a talent for alchemy, having the right amount of caution and curiosity to handle mixtures well without doing any crippling harm to herself. She first learned alchemy from her mother, and as she became older she tutored under other witches until eventually she was the apprentice of one of the Master Witches herself. She was a powerful magic user who had somehow created an elixir that allowed her to escape the effects of aging, even reversing herself to her younger, more comely age.

Of course this didn’t help Iva better when it came to the slanderous rumors that were thrown at her by her fellow peers. They thought that Iva wanted nothing but vanity, accusing her of selling her body out to the menfolk to make connections to such a powerful patron, and that Iva was only using her to continue her lustful lifestyle. A life style that never existed. It all came to head when one of the young men approached her. At first he gave her emotional support, complimenting her for her skills as an alchemist and telling her to ignore the rumors of jealous women. But his true nature was revealed not too long after when, after rejecting his advances, the man became aggressive to Iva and practically demand that he give herself to him. Iva slew him and ran away to the outsirts if Wichita, where she had moved in with one of her aunts.

From there Iva started to hone her skills as a huntress while still keeping up her training as an alchemist. She had learned enough from her master for Iva to be able to study and run experiments of her own, and started to create her own poisons instead of just following a formula. Without the extensive equipment and resources of a workshop Iva had to learn how to improvise, which in turn increased her skills considerably. It wasn’t long until Iva felt that she needed to test her creation now against live prey; she heard rumors in a distant land about a kingdom troubled by monsters. A worthy challenge for the alchemist.

♦ A New Era ♦ - A My Hero Academia RP

Dulga Tarata

Dulga walked downstairs a bit behind Kaida. She didn't stick around to eavesdrop on Kaida and Jett's conversation, instead she went straight to the dining hall. Apparently Mamoru was hosting the dinner since she was running around showing everyone their seats. Dulga didn't have any complaints; as long as she got her food Dulga didn't care for formalities. Dulga sat down, turning her chair slightly so that her arms weren't being pressed against the back uncomfortably, and ate her meal quietly. She especially enjoyed the fried pickles. Even if they looked sloppy, it reminded Dulga of the first time she tried to make her own fried pickles. There was a lot of bandages that day. It brought a small smile to Dulga's face as she enjoyed her meal in relative silence.

At some point during the meal the temperature rose. Dulga wasn't too concerned since she knew it was just the den mother making her appearance. She introduced herself as Retha, her hero name being Salamander, and she would ensure that the morals and rules of the dorms were upheld. She gave a short speech to introduce herself and her purpose before going back to eat her meal. It was nice to know that she ate meals with the rest of the students. It wasn't long before Dulga was finished, placing the chopsticks on top of her bowl and wiping her mouth. Then she put her mask back on and looked around. There were many students here, and she was certain she'd have to deal with all of them eventually. But tonight she wanted to get her personal things done, like setting up her room, doing homework, and plotting revenge. She did stay hoping for dessert. Dulga wouldn't say no to something sweet to finish this dinner off with.

♦ A New Era ♦ - A My Hero Academia RP

Dulga Tarata | Kaida Baeumont | Retha Hal

Kaida was surprised when she saw Dulga walk in with all her stuff. She didn’t even look to see who her roommate was. Apparently with her dropping her luggage on her bed this meant she was it. She was shocked at this thought. Her mind going towards class of what she did. But then even before that when she offered her cloak...she was so confused when she thought of Dulga. She missed the fact of Dulga walking towards her and covered her in her cloak again and wrapping her arms around her as if to protect her from the other two girls. She didn’t move, she froze. She didn’t know what to think of this now, though...she was quite warm.

As the others left, she pulled away suddenly but gently, looking away to her bed as she said “Um… Thank you…” was all she could muster really. A bright shade of pink on her cheeks again in embarrassment.

Looking down at Kaida, Dulga tried to think of what to say. What to do. What would her mother say? First, Dulga did wrong by Kaida. She needed to apologize and explain herself. ”I’m sorry. For what happened in class. I was trying to goad Mako to attack me. I knew that by reading one of the sheets she’d try to stop me. I… Noticed that Mako said you had a secret. So I chose your paper knowing that Mako would not like that. I… Didn’t consider your feelings.” Dulga said with a hint of sadness. She realized how callous that made her sound. Dulga wasn’t sure what to do with that. ”I should have thought about it more. Mako’s lesson was all about thinking like a villain not acting like one. And despite the praise Mako gave me I failed her lesson. And… Hurt you.” Dulga clutches her arms, all six of them.

”Um… Are you still mad at me?”

Kaida didn't look at her as she explained why she did that in class. She was glad she apologized for what she did. She saw her reasoning a little but still it was her secret. She admitted wrong and despite not wanting to give up her anger so quickly she couldn't help herself… she certainly knew when she wasn't nice and how she felt afterwards. She didn't even realize till it was done.

So she couldn't hold it against her.because she was her classmate and roommate for the next year. She sighed as she looked at her finally, hearing her sadness in her voice and her stance, very similar to hers… Shaking her head she said. “Thank you… I… I'm just scared of what people would think of my quirk when they see it.” She already knew her quirk so she was glad she could talk about it with someone. “It just reminds me of my father…. and most people are scared when they see it. I know I'll have to show them one of these days but...but I don't want them to judge me on it.“ she looked to Dulga again. Realizing her quirk was out of the open and she knew she hid it as best she could with her cloak. “Sorry...“

Without a moment of hesitation Dulga stepped towards Kaida and hugged her again. ”I completely understand Kaida. I… Know how that feels like. People judge me. I’ve learned to not care but… As you can tell I wear this cloak to hide it anyways. For many reasons.” The cloak wasn’t just her mother’s memento. It provided Dulga comfort both practically and mentally. ”I wouldn’t want to do to you what I don’t want you to do to me.” A bit of old timey wisdom that actually came from her father. Dulga could only wish she could help Kaida deal with her anxiety somehow. And she doubts that she could find a cloak big enough to cover Kaida when she goes full dragon.

”We should finish packing. Or at least I need too. And do our homework. And get something to eat. If you want.”

She nodded and felt a little worse. Despite being glad at receiving another hug. She had it easy, she could literally hide it from plain sight but Dulga had a permanent thing she had to cover. “I would like that. Food always helps.” She said with a small smile. She was about to offer to help unpack when suddenly their door slammed open, causing her to jump. Even more. Suddenly the room became much more warm and comforting at the same time. She looked to see a woman in her hero's outfit standing there, asking. What was wrong.

She was standing slightly behind Dulga but came out and said softly. ”One of the other students just... Scared me.“ she waved her hands not to get her in trouble “NOT ON PURPOSE. I-I-I just had a bad memory come from it.” She said so quietly. As she felt her arms. Old ghost of wounds coming back and somehow aching again. “I'm so sorry for making a ruckus…”

Retha put her hands on her hips as she listened to Kaida explain herself normally the heat would go down when she was told the truth and it didn’t seem like she was being lied to but for some reason the heat in the room only raised which was very unfortunate for the entire dorm especially those who were on this floor in particular. Retha nodded her head and excused herself in deeper into the room listening to the dragon girl talk while she searched the room for any lingering intruders. If someone came into this room itself, there were only two actual possibilities, she stood up from looking under the bed and stared at both girls.

“Ms. Tatara’s quirk isn’t teleportation so she couldn’t have just jump scared you with the door closed and the fact that you screamed means you had an uninvited visitor, so either the door was closed and someone in fact did teleport in which I’ll remind you using such quirks in prohibited in the dorms or Ms. Baemount you left your door open for uninvited guests” She explained as the room became smoldering hot, if the door weren’t open it would be completely unbearable by most “This dorm is home to many students of both genders and the boys are at a very troublesome age, I’d hope you weren’t careless enough to leave it open by accident for someone to mistakenly take it as an invitation”

She gulped. “Forgive me… I might have left the door open.” She said quickly. She was a little nervous that she was so serious about the facts of the matter. She didn’t hope to get into trouble “I’m sorry… It won't happen again, the whole ordeal was an accident. The girl wasn’t trying to scare me on purpose,she was just excited to meet new people I guess. I may have been lost in my thoughts.” She did though love the fact the room was so warm. She so wanted to give the teacher a hug...but still was afraid at this point. She then realized she was speaking of Dulga. “Oh… It wasn’t Dulga, it was another pink haired girl… Dulga was helping me.”

Dulga stood protectively between Kaida and the den mother. She’s never seen her before but she quickly figured out from her attitude and attire that she must be working for the school. So while Dulga didn’t expect any trouble from her, she didn’t want Kaida to be in distress either. ”Sensei I promise you that Kaida and myself are fine. A few neighboring dorm mates come over and played around. I just got back from my home to pick up a few of my belongings.” Dulga motioned towards the multiple carrying cases laying on her bed.

”My hands were full you see, so the open door really helped me get inside. As for the girls, they’re young and excited for not only their first day of school but also dorm life. They couldn’t help but be rather passionate about it.” Dulga’s voice was kept calm and steady even as the temperature rose. One thing was for certain, Dulga kept her cool no matter what the situation was.

”Let’s not raise a fuss so early into the school year. There’ll be a bit of horseplay, a few pranks, but I promise you nothing so major as breaking and entering. Kaida and I were about to head downstairs for dinner. Would you like to join us?”

The room heat finally started to drop once Dulga stepped in and clarified everything in a calm respectful manner to which Retha herself appreciated, as it stands her inspection was done after confirming no one was lingering about cupping her fingers around her chin and thought about the pink haired girl who might have come it, it’d have to be someone very friendly and excited to meet new people and given the circumstances that could have been any number of the little ones running about so it’d be best just to leave it be at this point. Dulga had a good point that everyone might just be excited about dorm life and school altogether so she had to remember these were children so a lot of this would be expected.

“I will have to decline your invitation, Ms. Tatara, although you have my thanks for offering,” She said before walking closer to the two of them “I may seem hard on you student’s but I only wish for all of you to feel safe and secure during your stay here.”Retha leaned down as if to give a kiss on their foreheads, but stopped herself, in her motherly mood she had almost forgotten her body wasn’t safe to be touched by anyone and backpedaled from the action “Ahem, please excuse me ladies, remember to look after one another and to not leave your doors open especially at night.” And wish that the den mother was gone.

Kaida listened to Dulga and nodded in agreement at her explanation, she frowned when the temperature dropped a little. Not much and not really noticeable to the others. She smiled when she offered to have the teacher come down and eat with them. She would really enjoy that. But sadly she declined the invitation. She went on to explain why she was so hard on them. She mentioned she only wished for them to be safe during their stay here. She leaned down slightly, which was odd, as she backpedaled. But the warmth of the room and that simple action reminded her much of..a fond memory.

She smiled that the teacher was protective of her students, and now she was calm at the feeling of the heat. She blushed as she took a few steps towards the teacher.Um...I know this is going to sound weird...but may I give you a hug? Heat calms my nerves and helps me relax… and I can’t help but give you a hug.“ Her face was Truly beat red at her own request. One did not simply ask for hugs from teachers when just meeting them.

Retha was just about to leave when Kaida stepped up with an odd request, thinking back to her report on her she was supposed to have heat immunity but honestly, she didn’t completely believe that. Turning around to face the young woman she carefully weighed her options, the suit itself regulated the immense amount of heat she generates or at least it tried too, though the design flaw was that it failed to stop all of it and faltered whenever her emotions raised. Kaida looked like she was really looking forward to receiving that hug and more than enough evidence indicated that Kaida wouldn't be harmed if her suit was on at least to her knowledge.

“S-sure.” Retha said, taking a few steps forward and leaned down on one knee slightly shaking at the thought of hurting the girl, but her body was moving on its own being that she hasn't received any kind of wanted physical contact since she was in her early twenties. The hug itself was slow and slightly awkward, but full of love, the heat Kaida felt from touching the teacher was intense, so much so not even the suit could fix it.

Kadia smiled and she moved into the hug, she thought it odd the woman got on a knee to give her a hug but that didn’t stop her. She wrapped her arms around the woman and gave her a big hug, she seemed to squeeze even more when Rethas heat started to increase because of her touch. She did not pull back once, despite the heat. A large smile on her lips as she was giddy as a schoolgirl now, her entire body was instantly warmed up as she snuggled her face into Retha’s shoulder.

A faded memory of a woman holding her closely with such heat and warmth. A beautiful smile was all she could see as she was tucked closely to the woman's bosom. Also a soft hum that was so soft she really could only hear it because her head was against her chest.

She slowly pulled away, much to her displeasure of doing so and smiled sweetly at Retha, tilting her head to the side a bit ”Thank you so much! I feel a million times better now!" She said with steam coming off her clothes.

Dulga allowed Kaida and Retha to have their moment, somewhat worried for Kaida’s dignity. She guessed that Retha was able to exert a great amount of heat and worried that Kaida was going to burn her clothes off. Fortunately however no shenanigans occurred. Deep below Dulga could hear Mamoru call for dinner. ”Sounds like dinner is ready. Are you sure you don’t want to join us, sensei? I understand you’re busy but… I think it would make Kaida happy.” Dulga nodded to her roommate. She didn’t want to impose of course, but seeing Kaida look so blissful made Dulga want to keep Kaida happy, even if Retha makes raises the heat.

Retha stood back up and took a step back, that hug was the first time she had real physical contact with anyone since her own daughter was born, that realization alone brought back more than its fair share of repressed memories. A misguided man and an affection-starved woman conceiving a daughter, then both the baby and man were gone without a trace; her own little one, her little Kaida. Reatha looked a bit sad now and when Dulga snapped the den mother out of her trance by asking again if she wanted to go to lunch with them, at this point she would have taken them up on that offer but now she had to check out something for herself.

“I’m very sorry ladies but I’m afraid I have to, I have to make sure the rest of the building is up to snuff and suitable for dorm life, I’ll be in my office downstairs next to the main entrance if you need me though.” Retha explained before walking off in truth to head directly to her office to do a little research.

Kaida frowned slightly that she declined once more, but was also glad that Dulga was adamant on asking her. She really was a sweet girl… When she wasn’t trying to fight. When Retha left she looked to Dulga and said more confidently now, “Thank you for your concern… But I should be good for a little bit. Just think of that as a recharge” She said with a giggle. She looked down at her clothes, though not ruined, she could see they were slightly shiny now, just like if an iron was pressed on them too long. ”Oops…” Was all she said as she moved to her closet. ”Well let's get changed first before we head down?” With that, she quickly undressed and got into her riding pants, and a loose white blouse. It didn’t seem like something that one would wear for comfort… But it reminded her of home… And her horses that she missed. She slipped on some knee high leather boots and sighed contently as she looked at Dulga. ”Ready?”

”Just give me a chance to change out.” Dulga still needed time to put all her things away, but she could get her clothes easily. Dulga took off her cloak, mask, and school uniform. During that brief moment Dulga’s entire body was exposed; her arms weren’t just the only part that was heavily burnt. It was her four arms, the entirely of her back, her thighs, and calf. The burns also went up to her neck and the left side of her face. It was as if someone had thrown a fireball at her back. Kaida wouldn’t be able to see her front and wouldn’t for long as Dulga slipped on a simple pair of dark green sweatpants and a strange looking sweater; it looked like sweater except it was entirely backless in order to accommodate her extra arms. It was a backless halter neck aryan sweater. It seemed rather trendy if it wasn’t for the fact Dulga also wore completely unflattering sweatpants with it.

Putting her cloak and mask back on Dulga almost looked indistinguishable, with only her dragon themed slippers being the odd thing about her outfit. Looking at Kaida, Dulga smiled underneath her mask. ”You look cute. Let’s get some dinner.” Dulga lead Kaida out of the dorm and to the dining room. After locking their door of course. Wouldn’t want Retha to lecture them about leaving their door open again.

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Dulga Tarata

Walking back to the dorms was uneventful for Dulga. She garnered only a few stares, hearing curious whispers about a tall school girl wearing a cloak. Little did they know that the cloak was the "normal" part of her usual attire, and the uniform is only something she has to wear due to school rules. Upon reaching the dorms she could see that there were many students milling about, mostly around the kitchen. Going to the notice board she could see that her dorm mate would be Kaida. Dulga had hoped it would've been Mina, but Kaida was a good choice too. She didn't seem like a bad person, though Dulga's face did grow a bit grim. "I bet she's angry at me. I need to talk to her." Dulga continued towards the dorm and noticed that it was open. As she approached she heard Kaida scream and ran inside, ready to bash the interloper.

What Dulga saw however just made her annoyed instead of angry. There wasn't really a puzzle to solve; she could see that Mamoru was here with Luelle, who was dressed up in a rather ridiculously cute outfit. Kaida was still in her uniform but looked surprised. So Dulga could guess that Mamoru, being the type of girl she is, had played dress up with Luelle and tried to get Kaida to join them. But being who she was Kaida didn't want to. And Mamoru being who she is didn't take no as an answer. So for her troubles Mamoru got tossed. Face palming Dulga walked into the room and dropped off her several gun cases onto her bed before turning to Kaida. She looked like a cornered animal. Moving to her Dulga hid the poor girl in her cloak, hugging her close with her six arms. Then Dulga turned to face Mamoru and Luelle. "I apologize for this but could you give us some privacy? We need a moment."

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D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

Oh. I suppose I do deserve that don't I? I'm sorry. If I'm out I won't argue with it, I can't say I've done my part as I should have. Like I've said before you've been too kind to be as it is. If you're willing to give me a chance I can post today, but I understand if, because my previous record with you so far, you'd rather not have me.

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Dulga Tarata

Dulga gently put a hand on Mako's hand around her wrist, pulling it off. She bowed her head and headed towards the door. But before she left Dulga had a few things to say. "How many have to die before he's stopped? How long do you think I have before he comes here seeking a challenge? You know it as well as I do that he seeks the strongest, and Komei has it. You can hope that he never comes here. I will be ready for him." Dulga left Mako's room without another word, heading straight to her father's home. She needed to get things from there. With information about Kansai, Dulga needed to gather weapons. No more worry about rules and laws. Now only training and preparation. She needs more guns.

It was a long walk from the school to her home. Her father, ever the hermit, made sure that anyone who'd want to visit him would have to go by foot. He lived far away from any trams, and the apartment he was in had roads too narrow for cars. Even walking wasn't going to be easy as he lived in a maze of a neighborhood. You'll sooner end up in Tokyo than find his home. And it wasn't just because her father was paranoid; he just liked the complexity. Perhaps this was why he was so good at making weapons as he enjoyed the challenge of creating complex things even if they looked simple on the outside. And it was likely the reason why he felt so depressed after the lost of the Murakumo-no-Tsurugi, since he'll never be able to think up of anything greater than that. Even if other dismiss it as simply a blade, to her father that sword was more than a blade. It was part of who he was. Dulga still felt a seething anger at Mako, knowing that she was the one who had stolen it.

Eventually Dulga would arrive to her father's apartment. It was a small but secure place, relying both on it's unassuming appearance and advanced security system to prevent common thieves from breaking in. Though Dulga was certain that anyone who actually knew about this place could plan ahead and rob it blind. But Dulga wouldn't allow them to take anything, not before her. Entering the apartment it was dark and smelled stale. It was immaculately clean, as her father often liked. There wasn't even a speck of dust, yet it also was completely devoid of life. She immediately went over to her room. Much like the rest of the apartment it was empty, more so since Dulga had removed all her belongings form there. All but a few. Underneath Dulga's bed was a secret compartment, hidden underneath even the carpet. Moving the bed out of the way Dulga accessed the safe and inside was her mother's veritable armory; a huge cache of guns, more than what a single woman would need. But for Dulga she wondered if it would be enough. "I'll make it work."

Packing the guns into a large black plastic case, not unlike the one her other two guns are in, Dulga put her bed back and left a note for her father mentioning that she had stopped by. With her mother's guns with her Dulga walked back from her apartment to the dormitory. She still needed to decorate her room, not to mention do her homework. So many pointless little things, but if she wanted to be ready to fight Kensai, she needed to be here at Komei. If only the school understood this and would let her do what she had to, instead of distracted her with all this teenage angst.

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