TheWendil

Monster Federation Force (Monster Girl RP)

“Woo, well isn’t that a fancy trick you have on hand,” Setsuna commented once the fox finally made her move. The one now calling herself Mako transformed fully from fox to girl in one fluid motion like parting water, standing before them as proof she was a GMG. Tomoko only nodded, grinning and having a feeling this was no ordinary stray that followed them on their ship. “Well so far they’re more competent than the MFF, so that’s my two cents,” Setsuna said in reference to HART after Mako made her intent known. And the blaring of the alarms still didn’t drop. Wonderful. At least it distracted her from clawing into “Haruka’s” smug little face.

All the same, it was clear by Tomoko’s strained expression this was no ordinary attack. “I’m afraid Haruka’s right, Yeshua. Hyper Fang isn’t stupid. In fact, intelligence believes she’s waited for just a chance like this, to destroy the MFF when they’re weakest. And what’s more tempting than a recent containment breach?” She cast a knowing look on the trio responsible while moving to uncuff Utena at the same time. “Sorry Ex-Aerial Diver, but I don’t think you have a choice in the matter. With the MFF in shambles due to your escape party, they’ll be wiped out with half the city under Hyper Fang, if not more of the populace.”

Her expression darkened now. “As much as we disagree with the MFF’s tactics, they’re still human beings. I don’t think your sister can be reasoned with without some extra force Haruka. Frankly, this is more a matter of protecting the populace than the MFF. If they go down, so does the city.” This time a ringing boom large enough to rock the medical ward followed her words. Already the MFF were engaging in what little they could though under Hyper Fang’s dominion but at their current strength, it was undoubtedly a losing battle.

“As far as I know, Akari is still in her holding cell. But I may approach her to assist all the same, just as I’m asking you to help now, Utena. This is becoming a fight about everyone’s survival, not just sides now.” Another boom, another mini-quake, and this time Tomoko was leaving them. “If you can’t fight, act as support on the ship. But if you can, I suggest you do it soon,” she called out to the GMGs, already making her way to Akari’s cell. Notably, the sound of scrambling forces and footsteps foot falling filled the air as everyone moved to their stations.

But the one completely calm throughout the matter was Hyper Fang herself, who even now relished in decimating large chunks of buildings. Claws glowing a sickly hue, she slashed and hacked at anything in her path before detonating several blocks with more hellish energy shot out from her maw. Although the city had already been put on lockdown, it was all the MFF could do as one by one their frontline initial forces were blown out the sky by Hyper Fang’s beams. “Hey Sis, I know you’re watching. Tell me again, why should I hold back on this place,” she snarled to the air, dense enough for any and all GMG to pick up.

“Let’s go wild and enjoy ourselves~!”

My Hero Academia: Raw Potential

Donny didn’t seem to notice her but that was fine by Junko. Frankly, she wasn’t sure what she was supposed to give back to the conversation anyway but being friendly was never hard to help, or so they say. She simply gave Donny a friendly shrug before Alice became the topic of conversation by arriving to their group. Huh. She wondered when the other heroes were showing up because the villain team was starting to file in one by one…surely it wasn’t just the three of them right? No, that couldn’t be right, she knew Ms. Mako said other names…

In any case, she gave Alice a jittery wave and a smile. “Hi, hi…Alice, right? Eheh, I don’t think we’ve actually met before. Er, I’m not too good on strategy and I’m also not sure what our goals are for the hero team exactly. So, uh, I’ll just leave the big thinking to you, yeah. Just use me however you see fit, eheh.” All she wanted to do was scare people but that wasn’t very heroic to admit. Ms. Mako’s little meeting with her was still fresh in her mind so it was better to at least try and act the part, especially when neither of them knew if they were being graded for this.

It didn’t occur to her that her other teammates didn’t even know how her Quirk worked until Donny explained his to the group. Alice’s was self-explanatory, but Donny’s was interesting to note, and Junko hoped Alice could find some use out of his. Clearing her throat, she too huddled closer so the other team couldn’t hear. “Um, well, I turn fear into power. Er, that is to say, I get physical enhancements from the fear around me. Like, if someone gets scared, I can punch a wall and move around fast and…stuff. Hope that helps."

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@Lucius Cypher, @Melpaws

My Hero Academia: Raw Potential

The first day of school went about as one could expect and Junko had no real complaints. Well, not true, at least entirely. She was hoping Ms. Mako wasn’t going to use their pep talk as some inspiration of influence for the next day of class. And so far, she was proven relatively correct. School went by on the second day without much incident, though it was strange the hero course was slotted for the last class as opposed to the first. Maybe the school was still trying to fix their schedule? Regardless, she was much too braindead to really care what they were doing in class today-

“M-More exercise…!?” Junko visibly paled both at the idea of physical exertion from this so called “fun” activity and the fact she was certain Ms. Mako put her on the hero side because of their conversation. She caught her teacher’s quick glance at her before sighing belatedly. So it was practically confirmed…wait, who else was on that hero team? Donny? She would have liked if Dulga was on her team but all the same, she was still curious about the walking nightmare fuel of a boy. Being close to him in an exercise would yield all sorts of possibilities, maybe even the chance to make a new…friend?

“Heheh….” Maybe this wasn’t so bad after all. As soon as they were dismissed, the class was sent to change in their gym uniforms before making the trek out to the foreboding Cityscape. Junko was stunned upon arrival, fully expecting the school to not even have a budget for a training ground like this. Very quickly she noted Donny and Acion were both there before her. Approaching cautiously, more so out of nervousness than anything else, Junko kept control of her giddiness and scooted closer to Donny. “Eh, h-hi. We’re on the same team today as heroes. This feels weird…”

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@Lucius Cypher

My Hero Academia: Raw Potential

Mako sat at her desk, smiling. The clock almost mockingly declared that it was ten minutes past hometime. The teacher then stood up, and stood in front of the board. Detention had begun.

"So," Ms. Mako began in her usual sickly sweet voice. "Do you know why you're here? I want you to tell me why you think you're here."

"Um...because I broke a wall?" That was the most logical conclusion to come to, at least in Junko's mind. She wasn't too particularly worried about detention with her teacher, almost beaming at the prospect. To other students moving along and exiting their classrooms for the day, it was no doubt strange to see, maybe unnerving. But having a one on one conversation with the Madame Obsidian was almost a dream come true. All the same, Junko took a random spot in a random desk in front of Ms. Mako. No doubt she'd be setting an image for getting detention on the first day of school. "Eheh..." At least people would remember her. "Was it not for breaking the wall?"

"That's certainly part of it," Mako answered, before sighing and opening her eyes. Her smile had gone too. She looked...like a teacher now. "It's partly my fault for putting the prop knife in the box. But this class is to teach you, and everybody else in it, to become a Hero. You threatened a member of the support class. That's not something Heroes....typically do. At least not to bystanders. I wonder. Why did you sign up for this class? Forgive me for saying this, but, you don't seem like the heroic type."

"Oh."

In hindsight, threatening another student under watch from a teacher was grounds for being called out, and Junko couldn't find much flaw in that logic. "Eheh, it was nothing personal, really. Um, it was just to help my Quirk. I thought you knew how our Quirks functioned before class?" At least, one would have assumed a teacher would have known but Junko shrugged it off in response to the question posed at her. It sounded more like a repeat of their class introductions earlier in the day and so a repeat was given. "Well, like I said, I wanted to, eheh, join the course because I heard you were teaching it. I like using my Quirk, alot, eheh. But something tells me you won't be satisfied by that answer...." Junko nervously grinned, this time fiddling with her fingers and shifting in her seat. "It's hard to explain...I guess, I like the idea of a villain remedying themselves? Like, it's kind of ironic but also...cool that you're teaching hero stuff when you used to be a villain," she said, expression scrunching as she struggled to convey her words.

"I did know everyone's quirks," Mako answered. "But a piece of paper doesn't tell you a lot of important information, such as how they use it, or what they think is a good idea when asked to showcase it. I actually thought you were going to use the knife to scare your classmates. If it were up to me, the Support students wouldn't have been there. But, their first big project if to design Hero costumes for this class.

If we're going to continue your involvement in my class, you're going to have to promise me that you'll commit. That you'll take on board everything I teach, and try your hardest to become an upstanding citizen who protects the innocent and makes people smile. This is my first year teaching this class. Let's both do our best."

Now that was a surprise. So Ms. Mako did know their Quirks beforehand, but not how they worked? How did that work? Junko figured that the reputation of their school being poor was more true than just jibes and rumors if the staff couldn't even get that right. Although...Dulga's words also surfaced in her mind and she couldn't help but wonder if Ms. Mako intentionally didn't know for some other purpose or she was just that incompetent of a teacher. Oh well, it didn't much matter at this exact moment. "Oh, uh...well I suppose I could have scared the hero students, eheh. Though I don't know what the difference would be since either way I'd have threatened someone...." Once more, she got the feeling that wasn't the answer Ms. Mako wanted.

"Oh! Uh, sure. I can promise that, yeah, eheh...." Junko turned her face upwards to hit Ms. Mako with that crooked smile of hers. A nagging thought made itself manifest with a question she had though. "But, uh, you can see my Quirk isn't very, eheh, heroic at all. How am I supposed to make people smile when I can only make them scream?" It was a genuine question even as Junko looked at her teacher seriously. She never once considered her Quirk to work off smiles, let alone cause them.

Mako chuckled at Junko's comment about not knowing the difference, and then smiled again. "Tell you what, I'll tell you at the end of the year that you thought that, and I swear to you that you will be shocked to hear it. And I agree you quirk doesn't seem very heroic at first glance, but prevention is the best form of crimefighting. And if you struck fear into the hearts of criminals, they might think twice before commiting crimes. The quirk itself doesn't matter. It's the person behind the quirk that makes the Hero. That may be a corny cliche. But it's true."

Junko blinked. On some level, those words actually made sense, though to be honest, she didn't quite understand them completely. Then again, that was probably why she was in the role of student and not teacher. "I see. I guess I have alot to learn for the school year, eheh..." All the same, it was satisfying of an answer to hear, she felt. "Um, sorry about the wall. And scaring that kid."

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Monster Federation Force (Monster Girl RP)

“Shut up.” Setsuna had no real choice in the matter of being dragged along by the other greenette. She tried to, of course, digging her heels into the ground, but for the sake of not cutting the ship in half from the opposite pull of motions, she allowed the bird to bring her closer to Utena’s bed. “Oh great, she’s one of the flirty types, with or without water,” was Setsuna’s initial growl as Yeshua and Utena seemed more than happy to talk with each other. Again, since it seemed, no, was outright confirmed they had some point of contact beforehand.

“What the hell is that outfit?” The appearance of Haruka didn’t help matters with Setsuna’s mood, especially when she looked like a cosplaying nurse of all things. “Fitting of a role, huh. That’s not too far from your usual job,” she commented from the other GMG’s looks. “Besides, having a side name is kind of lame. Unless you want to magically come up with ones for me and bird brain here? Then by all means.” Setsuna crossed her arms but jabbed a thumb in Yeshua’s direction. All the same, it didn’t seem like either of the GMGs were entirely hostile towards Utena, and so far, no HART staff had swooped in dragging her out of bed.

Maybe that was because the majority of HART were focused on Akane instead. Naturally with all the commotion going about and the panic of the injured, the fox’s presence had gone unnoticed. That is, until Haruka personally informed Tomoko of their stowaway; even now she was speaking to the foxy GMG. “She’s definitely not like us,” Setsuna mused, regarding the fox as if she was thinking about her now. It was true enough, in more ways than one, but sadly couldn’t be elaborated on when something harsh and blaring filled the medical ward. “Do you people just have that playing 24/7?” Setsuna grumbled, already covering her ears at the loud and shrill wailing.

“Only for rampant GMG attacks,” came her answer. Tomoko entered the medical ward with none other than the foxlike Akane in her arms. She cradled the fox in her arms like any carried pet, and if she was bothered by the loud sounds of alarms, she didn’t show it. That was because her features expressed serious concern in looking over the girls. “Sorry to interrupt the pow wow, but we have an emergency on our hands. Ex-MFF, right? Your name and rank no longer matter around here, but I think you’ll have a chance to redeem yourself very soon,” Tomoko said right to Utena before looking straight into Haruka now.

“It’s your sister. She’s made her move.”

My Hero Academia: Raw Potential

"Rescuing people, huh?"

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

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

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

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

"Er, but I mean, the mask look works too! Eheh, it makes you look spooky and intimidating, kind of like Donny."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'll see you later, yeah, eheh."

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Tower of Fable

“You’re the worst Kanbaru .-.” was Noire’s reaction to being so roughly yanked off her fun prey. Practically dragged downstairs to join the others, the feline Serei rubbed her head, flattening her ears and staring at the used plush whale hanging in Kanbaru’s hands. “You never let me have any fun. You just whack me with whale dolls like some kind of animal abuser >.>” Before Cait could really provide for the situation, Noire was already huffing and returning back to her Serei card in a flash of light. It was amble luck too when Cait had other business to attend to.

“Psssh, you’re no pure-hearted maiden!” the bartender said to Clair almost incredulously. The cat looked about ready to keel over and laugh her tail off at the sheer assertion. Eventually, she steadied herself from her tasks, still snickering at the prospect. “Yeah, sure Foxy, I’ll make you a treat. You deserve one after giving me a good laugh on the house, hahah!” Her back to Clair, she swiftly prepared an almost glamourous-looking strawberry sundae before sliding it down the thief’s way on the bar. All of this was watched by Katie from afar until she was acknowledged.

“I dunno, you’d probably cramp my style,” Katie called down to Clair from her perch up above. “It’d be weird of me traveling with a bunch of weird looking people like you all. Especially that one.” She pointed a thumb towards Kanbaru; at this point, her new appearance was the elephant in the room. All the same, Katie nodded to Rose’s agreement. “I’m not saying that’s gonna happen; really, you should ask your other shop keep about details. But something tells me the next keep will have more variety. Just saying.” Thus, it seemed, the decision was made of where to go next.

Perhaps that was why the winds of change rippled in the tavern with the coming of a newcomer. Everyone felt it, for it was impossible to ignore the sensation of something new and fresh in their midst. Katie flicked her gaze over, mirroring Cait’s as the newcomer revealed themselves…rather, himself. “New customer! Now this is getting interesting~” Cait announced. Her words held a double meaning known only to herself as she caught eye of Akiko too. Something indeed seemed different about her, and not just the new wound on her shoulder.

“Fun~” Cait mused to herself, glancing carefully at the cards in Thomas’ keep, before clapping her hands. There was no need to explain anything more to the boy, not when the lovely ladies around him did her job for her. No, now it was time to begin the next Floor. She pointed over to the door that led to all, the entrance and the exit to the tavern and the only real pathway in this hub of a place. From there, as soon as the group walked through the door, they would enter the desolate hallways where Caprice’s group once walked.

Darkness waited for them in the crimson lit world as red seeped through the windows, bathing them in an almost bloody coloration. With it came the melody of music in the air.

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Monster Federation Force (Monster Girl RP)

“What the hell actually took you so long.” Schrödinger, or rather, Setsu as Haruka called her, looked non too pleased with the sorry situation she was in, let alone Haruka’s apparent tardiness. Truth be told, the other GMG had left the SS Silencia in a hurry without much word to HART’s staff or crew. Thus, there was little time between her contacting the ship to the aircraft appearing from the thin sky. As it turned out, Tomoko had followed her after all with perhaps some concern to her well-being.

“Oh this? Yeah don’t worry about it. Just some stray we ended up picking along with us,” Setsu answered, hoisting Utena up briefly to show off her load. “We can dump her off any time when we want.” Of course, she had a feeling that wasn’t going to happen under Haruka’s care. And indeed, by the time Yeshua was rousing herself awake in HART’s medical bay, Utena was following a similar pattern. But for now, Setsu bothered herself with staring at the squawking bird’s rampant reaction before staring more deadpan as she was bombarded by her.

“Are you sure you’re the older one,” she grumbled from being buried by the whining bird. It was very tempting to shove her off or claw into her, but she figured the bird could have her heartworn reunion. For now. “….ok, that’s enough. Get off.” It lasted as long as it could. It was a good thing too because without Yeshua crushing her face with her chest, the feline GMG could hear another occupant in the medical bay. She immediately frowned.

“There's your pet human if you were worried. I wanted to shove her overboard so bad, but Cie-I mean, uh…Haruka. Stupid covert names…Haruka wouldn’t let me,” she grumbled. She flicked her glance away to the opposite side of the room where Utena was calling out for any signs of life at all. “We can hear you human. No need to blast our ears out just because you can’t move,” she called right back. At this point she was just waiting for Haruka or one of the HART personnel to come in and explain what this place even was; or Yeshua, she supposed, since she seemed to be in the know of things.

My Hero Academia: Raw Potential

“Heh, that’s my name, yeah. You’re…Dulga Tarata, right?” It was easy for Junko, or anyone really, to memorize the girl with the different arms. For someone without a flashy Quirk, she tended to be easy to identify; her wardrobe didn’t help matters. Seeing as Dulga didn’t really answer her question, Junko only shrugged before taking the seat beside her. Idly, she rummaged into her lunch bag. If she was off-put or nervous from Dulga’s getup, she didn’t much show it.

“Oh? Oh. That’s a good question.” Blunt and to the point, Dulga didn’t hesitate to inquire just what exactly her Quirk did. It was a fair enough assertion and thinking back on it now, Junko hadn’t exactly…explained what her power actually was. Then again, so didn’t the other students, but that was them. Trying not to get embarrassed on that past matter, she brought her sights off the sandwich she packed, now in her hand, to bring it over to Dulga once more.

Junko briefly pondered being coy, asking for why Dulga wanted to know about how her Quirk worked. But there was little to gain when she basically knew how the arms worked so there was no harm in sharing, yes? In the end she went with a half-answer and said, “Mhm, my Quirk’s called Fear Monger. It turns the fear of people around me into physical power for myself.” If Dulga wanted specifics she could ask since she had a mouth, but Junko only shrugged and bit at her food in the meantime.

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@Norschtalen

My Hero Academia: Raw Potential

Junko had a feeling she was one of the last ones to go but that didn’t properly manifest until the final two students performed their demonstration. First was Kouki, who’s silvery tendrils worked about as much as tendrils could, at least as far as Junko knew. Grasping the falling pieces of the knife in front of her was a reminder she was still standing around awkwardly. She kept an embarrassed giggle to herself and swiftly made her way back to the other students, head slightly down but crooked grin still present as the tendrils withdrew. Last was Yukari, whose Quirk involved…body manipulation? It certainly seemed so. Junko watched with amazement as the other girl’s body contorted like a cartoon, fitting inside a bottle too small for her.

Then came the hour of reckoning though for Junko, the hard part was over. She sighed in relief once the Support class was dismissed, each one of them filed and ranked to march out almost like tin soldiers. Somehow, she didn’t expect much else from the Support class. Regardless, the real announcement came from their teacher. So, this was a personality test? Figures, since a Quirk was only as heroic or as vile as its owner. As each student was passed over and given an assessment one by one, Junko was surprised to hear Ms. Mako not even acknowledge her.

She was only given a brief passing of later discussion that was to be held in detention…..and yet. That wasn’t so bad. In hindsight, that wasn’t so bad at all. “Ehehe….” Junko figured she’d be scolded for such a rowdy display but was that so bad? After all, Ms. Mako was the only reason she seriously considered this school in the first place. And a one on one session with her? On the first day? It was almost enough to make the dark-haired girl giddy with excitement; never mind the fact it was detention. Oh, she wondered, wondered yes, what they would discuss about her Quirk. In private, of course. Alone with the teacher. With no one to see…

But alas, that would be after school. Right. There was plenty of time to be had and plenty of ways to consider how to impress her teacher. In the end, Junko passed through the rest of the day with little to do much. When lunchtime rang around, she wandered the school looking for a nice play to sit down and eat. “Crowds are too noisy. Gotta keep up my image,” she told herself, walking the campus until she saw one of her classmates. “Oh, the scary girl with the mask. We’d look good together, a bunch of scary folk, ehehe….”

It wasn’t long then before Junko approached Dulga, only realizing too late the other girl was listening to her phone. Well now this was awkward. She briefly considered turning the other way, not wanting to disrupt her music, but she was already standing around like an idiot; just like in the gym. So instead she settled in waving her arms, hoping to get Dulga’s attention and maybe even sit with her. “Er, is this seat taken? Sorry if I’m intruding. I don’t like eating with big groups….”

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@Norschtalen