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Ruby Mamoru




Kasuke Mina





After such an eventful past few days, it felt good to get back into the usual rhythm of things. There was a small mental fight in her own mind which Ruby had to fight, as she felt disappointed in herself that she wasn’t there to protect her friends when they needed it the most. For an aspiring hero it wasn’t the most uncommon of feelings to have, however, that didn’t undermine how much it could impact someone. Especially Ruby, with such a defensive quirk which she regularly used offensively because she never had the chance to protect anyone, it was a heavy blow. Though, due to her usual outward demeanour, it wasn’t exactly someone one would spot instantly when looking at her, as the neutral expression had become a signature feature on the catlady’s face, one that should not be misinterpreted as apathy, even if it was ever so easy.

Due to the injuries she had sustained against the small spar with Amane, Ruby didn’t train much for the past few days. Not her hands anyways, as she had preferred to focus on her legs for a while as they are just as, if not more important as/than her arms and hands. There was no way she’d be falling behind anytime soon.

For now the catgirl could be seen roaming through the halls of the schools with an unlabelled book in her hand. No that is not correct, on closer inspection it became clear that it was just a cover for the book, one which hid the identity and content of the literature beneath. With her golden eyes sunk deeply between the pages she treated carefully through the long corridors, her goal were the dorms.

Another girl heading to the dorms right now was Kasuke Mina, who after the sparring session with Jett, was still a little red in the face, although no longer angry. She spotted Ruby also returning to the dorms, and walked alongside her. ”Good morning, Mamoru-san,” she greeted casually, in contrast to the last time they met, when Mina seemed cross about something, and was grilling her about Amane.

As it was usual for her, Ruby was mostly lost in her thoughts. Additionally, she wasn’t exactly used to walking together with other people through the school building so it was a surprise for her to see Mina, or rather, hear her walk alongside her and greet her in such a casual way. The neko kept up her pace as she was walking alongside Mina now but turned her head for a short moment to inspect her, before resuming her focus on the path ahead.
“Good morning, Mina-san” She replied back softly and politely.

”Kasuke-san” Mina corrected promptly, causing a brief and awkward moment of silence. She cleared her throat. ”Anyway, I was actually hoping I’d see you at some point. I wanted to apologize for the last time we spoke. I was rather highly strung at the time. I admit, I am still curious about your spar with Amane. Just one more question, and I promise I won’t mention it again. Who won?”

The reminder to call Mina by her proper last name caught Ruby only somewhat off guard. It was a really easy stop to the conversation dynamic so quickly into it, but from what she had seen from Mina this far it wasn’t exactly uncharacteristic. Though to be fair, the catgirl really hadn’t had many interactions with her anyways so she could be wrong regarding that. In any case, Ruby broke the awkward silence for a quick.“...Right, I apologize.” Before Mina resumed the conversation. Though the topic was basically as expected…
They took a turn to the right to head outside of the building, still on their way to the dorms. It seemed as though Ruby was right with her judgement that Mina seemed a little too obsessed with what had happened, at least she gave that impression to the blackhaired one.
Honestly, Ruby wasn’t even sure how to reply.

“No need to apologize, Kasuke-san, I can understand. And don’t worry about that, it was just a spar, we really didn’t go all out.” That was only a half-truth as they did get quite invested into it, however, Ruby just tried to downplay the event without revealing who actually won as she attempted to help Mina’s psyche out here.

Mina smiled a sad, wistful smile, though her eyes looked as if she’d just been punched in the gut. Ruby hadn’t told her she’d beaten Amane. Ruby didn’t have to. If it was a tie, or if Amane won, she’d had told Mina by now, just to get her to shut up. The fact that she was keeping it such a secret was basically an admission. Mina nodded, and tried to push her growing yet illogical and unwanted resentment towards Ruby away.

”You’re right. I should just let it go. It won’t help me. It’s just that I’ve never been beaten like that. It was the most humiliating, one-sided defeat I’ve ever experienced. I should expect as much from the big leagues. A place where the some of the best Heroes in the world are made. But a life of being the best wherever I went hasn’t prepared me for being such a small fish in such a big pond.”

Due to Ruby’s social inept personality and complete lack of skills in that department, she actually did not correctly interpret Mina’s expression and didn’t draw the conclusion that Mina had seen straight through her. Instead, the catgirl interpreted the sad expression in her eyes as a result of what was said afterwards. The neko could fully understand Mina’s sentiments though. She herself after all had to fight her way up from general studies after failing the initial entrance exam due to her quirk being utterly useless in that scenario. She felt blessed that she was allowed to prove herself on such a level. She felt like Mina could use the same thing.

“Mi-... Kasuke-san. I can completely understand those feelings, really. But I don’t think you can set Amane as the standard here. He is… way above most other students from our year, it is almost scary.”

They had by now finally left the building and were walking through the fresh air which caused Ruby to take a deep breath, her golden eyes gazing towards the sky.

“I don’t think comparing yourself to others is a good thing. In this world, not everyone is created equal. So if you want to compare yourself to someone else, at least compare yourself to someone who does not have a quirk which even pro heroes would be jealous of.”

Ruby replied, trying to cheer Mina up by putting things into perspective.

Unfortunately, it had the exact opposite effect. Mina’s resentment boiled up again, and her exterior froze over. ”It must be so much easier to say that about Amane for you. We both know that you won that sparring match. But you are right. We’re not all created equal. My quirk isn’t worth spit compared to my mom’s. ‘Seductress’. Sometimes I think I’d have been happier if I was born quirkless. Then I’d have given up on my dreams when I was five years old, and I could have gotten on with my life, being an exceptional, straight A’s student who could have gone into any career she chose.

But no. I was encouraged to follow my dreams, and to fight for them. I put my all into becoming a Hero to the point where it is now my sole reason for living. But I’m stuck under my mom’s shadow. It. Is. Suffocating. And the only way I am *ever* going to get out from under it is to surpass her. She graduated from UA the number two student of her whole year, so I need to graduate as the number one student in Komei academy. To achieve less isn’t an option for me.

So yes, I will compare myself to anybody who may prevent me from standing at the top. And who stands over Amane?”
Mina turned to face Ruby now, with challenge in her eyes.

They had stopped walking by now. It really was quite the eruption Mina had there, Ruby must’ve really hit a nerve there, is what the neko thought to herself. Her feline ears lower themselves to lay flat on her head to reflect her mood.

But in a way, Ruby could understand Mina’s sentiments. Despite her not having asked for Mina’s entire life story, the catgirl could at least somewhat relate, though in a different way. While Ruby tried to be friendly towards Mina, her face was rather neutral as always which was kind of contradictory, but certainly didn’t help the current situation.

“I don’t stand anywhere over Amane. I won a sparring match where we both did not use our quirks. You could easily beat a quirkless Amane.”

Ruby shrugged.

“Don’t try to pull yourself on my level, I am sure you are already above me by default, seeing how passionate you are.”

She added a pause to think but would keep on talking before Mina had a chance to reply.

“If you are that passionate about it then who am I to stop you. If you want to, I can teach you about Amane’s fighting-style, at least when he is not using his quirk.”

While Ruby wasn’t exactly interested in having a fullblown sparring match with Mina, all that desperation mixed with even more prevalent determination and passion was enough to get her fired up too, wanting to at least offer her assistance as a sign of peace.

Mina shook her head, a lot calmer after having vented half her biography. It really made you wonder whether she has anybody at this school with whom she ever complained about anything with. Did she just...bottle it all up? And if so, for how long had she been doing that?

“The Training Room is too busy, and even if it wasn’t, I….don’t want to go back there right now.” She flushed and grimaced, making a ‘tch’ sound as she remembered the wet willy. “But I would like to spar with you eventually. With our quirks. I’m going to accept your offer but save it for another day.”

Ruby’s posture was rather stiff as she shook her head quietly.
”I think you misunderstood. I didn’t offer to spar with you, I offered to show you how Amane fights from what I’ve seen at least. But I agree, let us do that another time, my hands still aren’t fully healed anyways.”

It was surprising to what extend Mina had opened up to Ruby, someone who was almost a stranger to her. Though maybe the bottled up emotions were just too much and Ruby, a rather quiet personality who didn’t talk much, was just the perfect listener for that? Though admittedly, Ruby was kind of interested in the obviously annoyed implications concerning who was in the training room. Asking right now seemed like a bad idea though…
Ruby turned her body to face the way ahead of them again. Honestly, being approached by someone like that made her excited, even if it wasn’t for the most… friendly reasons. But who knows, maybe they could become friends one day?, instead of falling into some rivalry because of Mina’s damaged ego? It would be the much preferred outcome for the catgirl at least.

“I don’t really care about how Amane fights, or anyone for that matter. In a no-holds-barred fight where both parties can use their quirks, I’m never going to lose because the other person was better at martial arts. I’m good enough that I could beat any student in this school in a contest of martial arts if I get lucky, but I don’t want to be a great martial artist. I want to be a great Hero.” Mina explained, before looking over at Ruby and raising her eyebrow. “There’s something you clearly want to say, or ask. I’m listening.”

” That’s quite the confidence you got there.”
Ruby replied to Mina’s statement regarding how she could beat anyone in this school in martial arts. It was a very bold statement to make and did say a lot about how Mina viewed herself, but Ruby didn’t really get held up by something like that, even if she disagreed.
The girl took a step forward, making sure Mina would continue walking alongside her before shrugging. “There’s nothing I want to say really. I just hope you don’t feel any resentment towards me for beating Amane, because I kind of like your determination so it’d be a shame.”
She said casually, even though on the inside Ruby was practically exploding. It was a similar feeling to when she talked to some of the other classmates she had made friends with, it was just so new for her. Never having had any friends just made it all the more exciting to actually potentially have some, yet it was difficult for her to express that emotion properly on the outside so she just came across as neutral and potentially cold, even if her voice showed no sign of hostility or negative emotions, moreso a lack thereof.

Mina’s response to getting called overconfident was simply to smile, and to let it slide. She knew, or at least genuinely believed, that she wasn’t overconfidence. She just knew exactly what she could do and believed that every claim she made, she could back up. What did get Mina’s attention, however, was Ruby saying that she liked Mina’s determination. Mina was not used to compliments, so it caught her off guard. She stared for a minute, before visibly smiling, with a softness to her features which is only ever there when she talks to Jett, or Donny.

“I’ll try not to, but thank you. This may be surprising if you think I’m overconfident but I am not used to compliments. I don’t really know how to process them. My determination, huh? Is that special? Everyone here is incredibly determined in their own ways.”

Seeing Mina smile was a welcome change. It made Ruby wonder whether people would think the same thing about her if she smiled more herself? Not that it mattered at the moment anyways. After all, Mina was more dumbfounded by a compliment than expecting it, at least for a few short moments. Maybe they weren’t so different after all.

”I can understand that. The whole not being able to process compliments.” Ruby admitted. Then she proceeded to say more with a slightly softer voice herself, clearly appreciating the change away from the rather tense feeling Mina gave off before.

”I don’t know if it is special. What I know is that my motivations just feel quite lackluster compared to some of the stories I’ve heard so far, and yours is certainly among them. Honestly?” Ruby turned her head to face Mina. ”I almost envy such a drive.” afterwards, she turned her head away and scratched the back of her head. With Mina seemingly more friendly towards Ruby, the neko had dropped her cold and neutral facade to make way for a slightly warmer and softer vibe herself. “Although I cannot envy anyone who had to face many issues growing up.”

By now, the two of them had arrived in the common room of the girl’s dorms. Mina took a seat on the couch as she looked up at Ruby to answer her. “Well, you used to be in the General Studies class, and with your quirk and fighting skill, if you were truly driven to be a Hero then you’d have made it into the Hero course easily. So I had a feeling you didn’t have a particularly crazy story. But that’s a good thing. Trust me, you don’t want one. That said, what are your motivations? What are your goals?”

The blackhaired one sat down next to Mina on the same couch and replied herself. “That’s quite the assumption to make. It’s not that I didn’t have the drive to make it, it is more like my quirk was quite useless in the entrance exam which is why I failed that physical examination. But oh well…”
She was sitting relatively stiff with her back in a straight position and her hands on both of her legs in a proper position.
”Don’t get me wrong I do have a drive to become a hero. I want to help people, be useful for society and most importantly make my parents proud and happy in becoming the hero they never could. Nothing dramatic though-”

Mina tutted, and appeared to back to her old icy countenance, but there was still a warmth to her, like she was enjoying herself. “First off, somebody who could best Amane in a quirkless spar can’t claim that they’re at a disadvantage when they can’t rely solely on their quirk. Second,” Mina paused as she held up her hand and made it glow. ”Your quirk is a lot more useful than mine in the first place. The desperation that I fought with in that entrance exam. The motivation that if I failed, I genuinely didn’t know how I could move on from there. The need with every fiber of my being to pass even if it killed me. That’s what I meant by the drive you lacked. Without that, I’d have probably got the lowest scores in the school. I’m a lightbulb, Ruby. You can freeze things in place with a touch. If anything, I should be envying you.”

While her stare was as deadpan as always, Ruby actually had to hold back a laughter when Mina mentioned being a lightbulb. It made a funny image appear in the neko’s head, one of Ruby with a lightbulb where her head would normally be but she quickly threw away that thought to focus on the conversation at hand.

”While I won’t deny that my quirk might be more useful at face value, I suppose both of our quirks are similar in the way that we need to be quite creative to get a good use out of them. I’ve got techniques that I developed which make my quirk quite good.” She said confidently. ”Considering the fact that you are here I can imagine that it is the same for you, Kasuke-san. Admittedly, having a quirk which looks very one-dimensional on the surface and developing moves and skills that surprise everyone is kind of fun for me, I wonder if you think the same way. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t curious about what you thought of.” The last two sentences almost sounded like Ruby intended to just think them but they slipped out accidentally.

Mina sat back, and smiled again. “I don’t want to give away any of my fighting techniques in case we ever have to face each other in an exercise, or in the tournament. But I can tell you a few of them. Like, I could emit UV light if I was at a crime scene, for example. Also, though I can’t do it yet, with practice I hope that one day I can emit microwaves that could scramble radio frequencies.”

Mina was about to ask Ruby what applications she’d though of, when she heard a clatter of multiple footsteps making their way towards the girl’s dorm common room. Mina turned to face the noise as Dulga burst in, followed by Kaida and Yukari. They sat together at the other side of the room, and though Mina couldn’t hear everything that they were talking about, Dulga seemed quite mellow, and the smaller, sweeter-looking girl was getting quite worked up. Mina could hear a few curses. Just what had Mina missed that could bring about a switch like that?


Heidi Williams



Location: Avalon.
Interacting With: Uná @Almalthia; Khloe @KatKook; Aya @c3p-0h; Cleo @Damo021






Heidi didn't make a whole lot of conversation on the uber trip to the mall. She merely observed the conversation of the rest of them and tried to chip in when she could, despite her brain's rapid processing speed, she would still overthink a possible entry into the conversation for so long that the topic has changed before she knew it. Shopping was more fun, as Heidi's new powers actually helped her pick out several nice outfits, from different stores. However, she wasn't as comfortable with the suggestions of the other girls. Heidi was not a showy person, and while not a prude, would die of embarrassment if she had to appear in public showing as much skin as the other girl's pics. She admired their bravery.

Lunch was more of a success, marginally. The girls all started to ask Heidi questions about herself, having noted that she'd been quiet up until now. Answering questions about herself was easy, and Heidi could talk a lot, but after a few questions, started to overthink that maybe she was going on about herself too much, and when the overthinking started, it wasn't long before Heidi was quiet again. Before lunch was over, she did reveal to the girls that she was deaf, to their genuine surprise.

On the Uber ride back, Uná, the girl who Heidi had deduced was the leader of this trip, and had written those invitations, stopped the car, and abruptly told the girls that they were going to a club. Heidi knew they would be going somewhere with music, but she had envisioned a performance from a band. A lot went on in Heidi's mind in the second following that, but she had decided to make more of an effort to make friends, and backing out now would set her back to square one. She'd be 'the quiet deaf loner' for the next few months, if she wasn't already. No, she had to go with them to this club.

Having borrowed some makeup from the other girls, Heidi tried on several combinations of her new clothes in the girl's bathroom of this gas station. She needed to find something that a short twenty-one year old would wear to a club, regardless of how it made her feel. At the same time, she couldn't keep an act up for the whole night, and didn't really want to, so it'd need to be something she'd be comfortable wearing. Those two groups of clothes did not have much overlap. Eventually she found a cute albeit rather innocent dress. She still looked like a fourteen year old, despite being fifteen, so she started on the makeup. She applied it heavier than she usually did, and the result could pass for a rather short and introverted college girl in club lighting. The only problem now was getting in.

If the girls had no idea about that step, Heidi coul have given them plenty of suggestions, that she'd thought up on the walk back to the car, but Uná had that covered, by changing their IDs. Heidi wasn't amazed. Mutations could do many amazing things. But she was still grateful, and thanked Uná. Heidi was going to try letting her hair down, and living a little, even if she doubted she'd be doing any flirting.

Getting int the club was much easier than Heidi thought. She adopted the character of a college girl who knew she was short and was sick of getting asked for ID so thrust it at the bouncer before he could open his mouth. She accompanied this gesture with a weary look. He ushered her in without saying a word, understanding and sympathizing. Once Heidi was in the club, she sat down at the table with the others and looked around. Of course, she couldn't hear any of the music, and while she was looking out into the club, couldn't even hear the words of the girls on her table.

Uná came back from the bar having ordered a round of margaritas, so Heidi started paying attention to the girls again. Heidi had a morbid curiosity about how alcohol would affect her brain. Would it dull her mutation and allow her to act normally? You know, that didn't sound so bad...
Maeda Hitomi




Location
Training Room -> Infirmary
@Zeroth




Hitomi needed no persuasion from Dulga or Kenichi to leave. She'd have wanted to get out of there even without her Sheep Sense going haywire and her fight-or-flight instincts (specifically flight) getting harder and harder to control. Once she was out, her head began to clear. Tomoe had taken Acion to the infirmary a few moments prior. Hitomi had seen them leave, and had heard Tomoe's outburst. The others, Hitomi either expected to act the way they did in that situation, or didn't know them well enough. Tomoe, however, she felt she knew quite well, and she must be quite upset to have shouted like that. She should check on her, and Acion too.

Noticing that Dulga had taken Kaida and Yukari away with her, off somewhere to likely have a private conversation, that was likely about this fight. Mamoru still had not returned, though with Mako-sensei now dealing with the situation, Hitomi didn't think much more help was needed. There was no other reason for Hitomi to be here, and she decided that the Infirmary would indeed be the best course of action. Of course, Kenichi had offered to take 'the girls' to the infirmary, so the sheep girl decided to wait for him. After mere seconds, she decided not to and started heading there herself. He could just catch up.




Mako Akane




Location
Training Room
@Zeroth@pkken@Aerandir




"How chivalrous of you," replied Mako, in a voice that was so sickly-sweet and exaggerated that it couldn't not be meant as sarcastic. She waited for him to leave, then looked back at Roy and Jett now that they were the only three people left in the once crowded room. She listened to them, and heard them out as they explained themselves. First Roy, then Jett.

Roy's motivations seemed to be very simple. After all the trauma and horrible experiences recently, he'd been stewing in regret, and possibly shame. Mao wasn't there. She didn't know what had happened. Even the official reports were spotty at present, but Mako agreed with the Principal's reasoning that the involved students aren't ready to be pressed for detailed accounts just yet. The scars are still too fresh. And this incident just proved it. Roy was blowing off steam. Blowing off steam by picking a fight. Even Roy himself couldn't justify it now that the rage was gone. He was just standing there looking sorry for himself and apologizing, instead of making...too many...excuses.

But Roy was only holding mere days of baggage in. Jett, it was clear, wasn't even close to scratching the surface of unloading his. He also admitted his faulty actions easily, and Mako mistakenly thought this would now be as easy as making them apologize and shake hands, but Jett started getting aggressive again, rising to a crescendo as his voice got louder, then he started shouting, then throwing the rack across the room. Mako sighed, but she wasn't even disappointed in either of them any more. Her expression was now much softer. There was almost something motherly about her.

"Well, I hope you can both start to see the pain that the other is in now, and maybe even acknowledge that you two are more similar than either of you think. I should stress that you're both first years. Of course you're no match for villains. Of course you're weak. That's why you came here. Nobody except yourselves is expecting either of you to be Heroes yet. That's what you came to this school to learn. By the time you graduate, the two of you working together might even be able to stand a chance against me. Now, I think we just need to calm down, and make up."
Mako Akane




Location
Training Room
@Aerandir@pkken




Mako sighed, and her smile shrank to something softer and more genuine, as she faced Jett. "You're right about one thing, Jett. I think emotions have run a little high for everybody in this room, the girls included. A heated clash of egos isn't anything new, and certainly nothing worth crying over. I ask everybody to calm down. Now, Jett. Think what would have happened without people intervening. You're both bleeding, and Roy was charging a light arrow. Do you really think that in five minutes the air between you two would have been cleared and all would be well again? Or, would you two just be even bloodier than you are now, genuinely resenting each other due to whatever was said to start this fight, on top of beating the crap out of each other?

No. You two need to actually talk about this. I am fairly sure it was a failure to truly understand each other, or a misunderstanding of some sort. Now, Jett, Roy. What started this fight? And it is a fight. I won't call this a spar for that would be an insult to sparring."







Koizumi Seiko


Location
1B Corridor
@Lucius Cypher




Seiko waited for Sakura to finish again, before yawning in the most obnoxious way, then smiling. "You really believe everything you're saying, huh? You believe I've done something so bad I need to apologize. Dunno if you know, but people don't want their Heroes to be vanilla, prim and proper boy scouts. Divas are in style, and I'm going to give the people what they want. I might owe an apology to Amane. I could understand that logic. But I don't owe an apology to anybody else. No other students, no members of staff, no members of the public, and especially not you and your clique, trying to police the rest of us. Oh yeah, don't think I don't know that this 'Komei Collective' idea is just another way to try and impose control on 1B. In Dungeons and Dragons terms, I'm not evil. I'm chaotic good. That's still a real Hero, Ms. Lawful Good. And don't even try and bring 1A vs 1B into this. The pranksters were 50/50 from both classes, and Amane isn't exactly our classes golden boy. Do you genuinely believe it's fair to call me a problem student, potential villain, shame-bringer to this school and all heroes, and conspirer to start a class rivalry? If so, wow.

Either way, this conversation's over. Any more false attacks on me and I might start crying,"
he finished, giving an exaggerated mocking pout, sticking out a quivering bottom lip.

Natalie Ellis



Location: Freckles', Argyle Boulevard
Time of Day: Late Afternoon

Natalie got a bad feeling when she saw the man she's tried to kill, and the man whose life she saved by stopping Archie, huddle with several other large men, and whisper something. Natalie used to be in an amateur gang. She knew what this was. They couldn't cause a scene by dragging her out by her hair. One of them was now going to approach her alone and spin some bullshit. Natalie knew this because that job usually went to her, as the prettiest and least imposing, if possibly the worst actor at the time.

When one did approach her, and it was him of all people, she contemplated raising some kind of alarm, but decided not to. Why didn't she? It was either professional courtesy as a former gang member herself, or a strong desire not to get involved with the police lest she get found out. Instead, she decided to play along. When this man went down the 'hitting on her' route (of all the angles to play!) she resisted the strong urge to look disgusted, and made herself flush bashfully a little by thinking of Archie.

"Welcome to Freckles'. Can I take your order, please?" she replied, not exactly shooting him down, but changing the subject. If last night hadn't happened, this is what she would have done anyway, even if she was interested. Now he was actually placing an order, with a twenty frickles coupon, and two originals. Natalie processed the order, and printed off the receipt.

"Your order is number 406. And, uh, I finish in twenty minutes. Why do you ask?" she responded, with just the right amount of wide-eyed naivety that for a second he could believe that she was legitimately interested. But there was something in the way that she looked at him that suggested she knew as well as he did that this was a farce, and that she remembered the last time they met. She just didn't want to cause a ruckus.

@Lord Wraith

Natalie Ellis



Location: Freckles', Argyle Boulevard
Time of Day: Late Afternoon

Natalie's day at work had been as busy and hectic as she'd feared. There was a massive lunchtime rush. The customers were impatient and rude. It was a warzone. Thankfully after 2pm, it calmed down to a regular, ordinary, manageable pace, and Natalie had time to think about things. She would very much like to see more of Archie, and not just hookups. Though was he too old for dates? She wanted to talk to him more, get drunk with him more, open up to him more. It wasn't love. At least not yet. But there was something. She felt comfortable around somebody with a secret like hers, and issues like hers. She was actually looking forward to unpacking two years of keeping everything secret with him. She could ask him about the whole lizard thing too. Was he born that way, or was he also a victim of H.A.T.?

She had to stop dwelling on Archie, however, when she was thinking back to last night, began to blush, and noticed that the handle of the knife she was using now had imprints of her fingers from where she was squeezing it, and was cracked. Dammit. she hadn't caused an accident as a result of accidental super strength for over a year! She suddenly felt ashamed of herself for losing control at work, and became terrified that anybody saw her, or would find the knife and ask questions. So when nobody was looking, she turned her back to the customer area, rolled the knife into a ball, and put it in the trash.

Mind free of everything except the task in hand, she carried on working until it was her shift at the cash registers and taking people's orders. Natalie used to hate this part of the job, but she's had over a year of practice getting that friendly and chill yet blatantly fake 'customer service' voice just right. It also didn't hurt that she was the exact right level of pretty that she'd never get asked out or harassed, but she'd often catch men staring at her, or a shy teenager, to whom she would be above his station, feeling intimidated by her. She didn't hate those moments.

It was in the late afternoon, less than an hour before she finished today's shift, that she saw a group of men come in. Before she could greet them, she recognised one of them and went cold. It was the man she had almost killed last night when she briefly lost control. She pulled her cap down to try to hide her face, which was quickly turning pale, in a effort of futility.

@Lord Wraith
Archie and Natalie

| Written with @JunkMail


Despite what he had said earlier, it did not take Archie very long to fall into his old habits of drinking the evening away. He had split off from the girls not long after the three entered to order himself a drink because he had decided that the stool was more comfortable than standing by a pool table or socializing. He was pretended to be interested in one of the TVs that was playing a sport of some kind. He didn't like sports and couldn't tell you the name of any of the players on any well-known team, but he needed a drink and knew from experience that people were less likely to talk to him if it looked like he was into something. He waved the bartender over and pushed his glass out.

"Another."

The bartender, a man this time as opposed to the normal woman- what was her name? Ella? Elsa? No, that was Frozen. Archie didn’t know, and he stopped caring when the barkeep pushed the refilled glass back before moving on to the other patrons. He stared down at the drink, swirling it around, watching as the ice cubes clinked together. He'd never been much of an liquor kind of guy until the past few months, but sometimes he needed something stronger and faster than beer.

Natalie had looked forward to coming here and seeing her roomate at work, but on learning that Ellara had left in a strange manner, she made a mental note to try and catch her and talk to her about it tomorrow morning. At least there was Nicole, who Natalie had tried and failed to make small talk with, and Archie, who was in the corner, drinking at watching the TV. Natalie furrowed her brow and approached him.

”Don’t tell me you’re planning to spend the whole night alone, drinking in the corner and watching sports. Coming here in a group was your idea.”

Archie looked over at Nat and smirked. “Sometimes you just gotta.” he replied easily. He patted the stool next to him, urging Natalie to sit. Archie could feel the numbing effect of the alcohol cloud his mind. It was one of the best feelings in the world. His thoughts receded into the depths of his mind and he let his mind go blank. But then, out of nowhere, a thought forced its way out. It was a deep-rooted fear of his that he never really allowed himself to think about because Archie Malcom Anderson refused to admit he was afraid. The mixture he was drinking thought otherwise, though. Nat sighed, and took the seat besides Archie. She stared at his drink with something that almost looked like jealousy. ”I used to love a drink, but ever since...I got my powers, I’ve been too scared to. I’m terrified of losing any control over myself, like you almost saw me do in that house. Stone cold sober for over two years now. It sucks...” she chuckled, as she stared down. So long, she’d spent keeping everything a secret. It felt so good to have met somebody who she could actually talk about her life to, who would believe her, and who wouldn’t call the police.

"Do you ever wonder if there's any point to it all, then?"

It was a vague question, but Archie knew that Natalie would understand what he meant. He waited for an answer. Out of anyone, they stood the best chance of making themselves feel better – She'd probably give him some philosophical answer that would help make their existence make sense.

"I just don't understand it sometimes – the constant control and struggling and for what? To not be you?"

He was drunk, and he knew it. But he didn't care.

"I get that you're worried about it, but what happened in the house happened when you were sober. If you want to drink, have a drink. Might help you loosen up.” Archie looked down the bar and raised his hand. “Paddy, can I get another one of these?” He said, lazily motioning to his currently unfinished concocktion. “For the lady.”

Paddy, seeing that Archie wasn’t alone for once, got to work in helping the regular out. To him, it seemed like both man and woman needed it. After a few moments of making another vodka based mixed drink, he walked over and placed it in front of Archie, who then pushed it in front of Natalie.

“If you want it, it’s on me. If not, I’m sure I’ll get to it eventually.” he grumbled, taking a sip of his own drink, not even wincing slightly at its bite. He returned his attention to the TV, letting Natalie mull the decision over.

Natalie was silent for this whole affair, mulling over Archie’s words and processing them, while staring at the drink in front of her. He was right in that she had never drunk since Project Lion, and had still lost control several times, even if, before last night, she’d had over a year with no incidents. Thinking back to all those times, it was violence and confrontation that had caused her to snap. Was sobriety really helping her? Or was this whole thought chain just her giving in and trying to justify it? She wanted this drink, she really did. She wanted to let go and loosen up so badly. Archie was right again. It was true, she had turned her life of crime around with her new lifestyle, but was it too clean? She had no friends, never had real fun, never let loose. Sure, she enjoyed painting and playing the piano, but when was the last time, before today, that she laughed?

”Screw it!” she abruptly exclaimed, before grabbing the glass, and downing the whole drink in one breath. 0 days since her last drink, and it felt so liberating! A wide, beaming smile broke out on her face as she sighed with relief.

”Paddy, can I get another one of whatever that was?” she asked the barman.

Archie jumped at Natalie’s exclamation, turning his head quickly to the suddenly much more giddy woman and the much more empty drink. “Woah, woah, woah. Where’s the fire?” He said, meeting her gaze once again. “Tryn’a get drunk or enjoy it? Have you had anything to eat recently?”

He probably wasn’t helping a ton, considering he had just encouraged her to live a little, but he didn’t want her to go crazy in case something bad did happen. “Easy there.” He said, placing his hand on her shoulder and giving her a smile for her benefit. “With the amount you just drank you’ll feel it in no time. No need to rush.”

Natalie gave a low sheepish chuckle, and looked away. ”Sorry. The last time I drank, I was twenty four, and I was in a gang. It got wild. You might need to teach me how to drink like an actual adult with a job. And the last time I ate was at work. It was a Freckles’ big box meal. That would have been about six.” She wiped her mouth and when her new drink came, she eyed it but didn’t drink it just yet.

Archie raised an eyebrow are her comment about the gang, but his better judgement won out despite the liquor in his system and he did not press her for more information. “Okay, step one of drinking like an adult with a job- remember you have work in the morning.” He said, flashing her a goofy smile. “Not that I’m particularly good at adulting. Wish a job made the difference. All it means is a bigger house and more bathrooms to clean. Speaking of, where do you live?”

Natalie groaned, and immediately took a large sip when he reminded her that she had work tomorrow morning. ”Urgh. Don’t remind me. I’ve got the lunchtime shift tomorrow too. And I live up on Ruthven Heights. I rent and share a two bedroom apartment on Stoker Street. My housemate actually works at this bar, but I guess she isn’t here right now.”

Archie finally decided to pop a risque question. He’d been single for a while now. Couldn’t hurt. “Want me to walk you back then, before it gets too late?”

Natalie nodded, and downed her drink, before standing up, and following up with the telltale ‘I stood up too fast’ sway. She didn’t necessarily think that Archie was chatting her up, but she thought about it for the first time. He wasn’t bad-looking. Sure, he was clearly older than her, but age was just a number once you’re over 25.

”Sure, I’d like that. Thank you.” she grinned, without making eye contact.

In Archie’s mind, he was doing the right thing, but a small part of him was catching on to Natalie’s bashful behavior. Perhaps this was something they both needed. The better part of him was telling him to at least say goodbye to Nicole, but the rest of him was saying that it wasn’t important. At least not compared to the prospect of whatever this was turning out to be. He slid out of his chair and reached into his back pocket for his wallet, leaving Paddy a few bills and a tip for his services. “No time like the present.” he said offhandedly. He slid his arm around her shoulders to lead her towards the pub door. “Just lead the way.”



Archie woke up the following morning with no clothing and a feeling particularly sore- as if he had lost a fight. He groaned and turned over, only to be reminded that this was not his room, this was not his bed, and he was sharing it with someone. As the sleep fled from his eyes he was able to deduce why he felt like he’d been hit by a bus. Super strength. Probably should’ve seen that one coming. He looked over his side of the bed and sighed when he saw his pants. Putting those on would certainly make this less… awkward. His movements in bed must’ve woken Natalie, because he felt her shift in the bed beside him.

“Well, good morning.” he said, looking over his shoulder at her but turning away again in case she wasn’t comfortable with him seeing her body when her better judgement was in control.

Natalie jumped, and sat bolt upright in bed when she heard a man’s voice in her room. Her memory frantically scrambled to put together a recollection of last night’s events. When everything came back to her, the ‘deer-in-headlights’ look vanished from her eyes, and she leaned back against the pillows. She smiled at Archie, and blushed when she realised that all she was wearing were her vest top, and her socks.

”Morning,” she replied sleepily, not quite remembering how to do morning-after talk. Luckily, it didn’t seem Archie did either. Natalie wasn’t that drunk, so she remembered the events of the night in perfect clarity. Even the profuse apologizing afterwards, on her part. She might have gotten a bit too rough in the heat of the moment. Some memories, she wished she had been drunk enough to forget. At least she didn’t cry.

”What happened last night, I just wanna apologize again, if I hurt you. Also, do you know what time it is? Oh, I hope I haven’t overslept...”

Archie raised his eyebrows and checked his wrist out of habit, only to realize that he still did not have his watch on. He sighed, but with mirth and pinched the bridge of his nose out of embarrassment and then cast his eyes up to Natalie once again. “No need to apologize. Maybe again sometime.” He said. For once, he was pretty happy to be up for the day. Even that all too familiar heat in his chest didn’t so much as stir. “I suppose now’s as good as a time as any to greet the day.” he commented, sliding out of the bed and retrieving his shirt from last night. “You should probably take point- your roommate didn’t see us come in last night. Might’ve heard us though.”

The moment Archie had checked his empty wrist, Nat tried to hide a smile as she reached for the desk and checked her phone. Good. It was 8:20. She wouldn’t be late. Archie’s suggestion that maybe they could meet up again sometime froze Natalie in her tracks. The blush rapidly spread from her cheeks, across her face, and started to encroach upon her upper chest.

”Yeah, I...I wouldn’t say no. But maybe we should, I dunno, dinner and a movie next time. My number should be on my phone. Feel free to take it down. I need to get changed,” she replied quietly, before picking up her panties, putting them on while under the covers, and sliding out of bed. She went to her wardrobe and took out her work uniform; grey slacks, black belt, and the ‘iconic’ red, orange and yellow polo shirt and matching cap of Freckles’ staff. With a quick spray of deodorant, she quickly put on everything except the cap, then moved to her makeup table/computer desk/reading desk. After applying her makeup with a well-practiced efficiency, and finally looking presentable now there were no bags under her eyes, she stood up and headed for the door, slamming her cap on like it was any protection against having to explain herself to Ellara.

”Ready to face the music?” she asked back to Archie.
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