"No worries!" Wakako said as she reached down, took Kana's bag and hefted it over her shoulder. Like she said, it wasn't very heavy, so it was little burden on her. More noteworthy was the fact that Kana seemed to take a while to answer. Seemed like she was lost in her own head for a moment or something. Maybe she was just thinking things over.

As they continued on their way towards the dormitories, Wakako figured she would need to keep up conversation. "Alright, so, uh....let's break the ice. The metaphorical ice that is, haha..." Just a little joke. She doubted Kana would actually think she was suggesting they go to town on all this snow and ice around them.

"So, uh...I was born in Tomakomai. It's a major port city in Iburi prefecture, it's to the south of Sapporo. But I had been living on my mother's boat for the last five years. That's Tanegashima Sanae, as you might have guessed. The one, the only, the Warship hero, mistress of the waves, all that." She had a lot of different colorful monikers, not that she cared for most of them. Wakako always thought "The Smug Sailor" fit her best. She could never forget that blasted smug smile. She would have been more hesitant to up and admit to her parentage, but there was little point dancing around the issue with someone she was going be spending a lot of time with, both today and over the course of the whole year.

"Got her quirk too. Guess I should show you..." Wakako stopped for a moment and exposed her midriff. From within the center of it, the cannon barrel suddenly shot forth, making a sharp metal sound. Fortunately she wasn't pointing it at Kana, because it could definitely smack her rather hard if she standing there when it extended. "I'd show you how it fires, but that would be a really bad idea, as you probably know..." Not only was there the possibility for damage to the school, but there were all those rules about using your quirk in public. She wasn't so sure how much freedom they got a hero school. Regardless, the barrel would disappear back inside its recess, and Wakako would cover her midriff again.

"So yeah, uh...how about you?" She wanted to give Kana the chance to talk about herself, although she didn't want to pressure her either. On one hand, she'd think it rude to just talk about herself the whole time, but on the other, Kana didn't seem terribly keen to talk. Wakako didn't blame her either. If she wasn't forcing herself to engage, she might have taken a backseat herself. Although that would probably result in an awkward silence between the two of them, all things considered.

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@Mcmolly

Kana had figured she’d recognize Wakako’s mother when it finally came up, and she was right. Tanegashima Sanae was indeed who she’d been thinking of, and though she’d never seen the Warship Hero personally, the stories were plenty. She wasn’t just some local talent, she was the real deal, someone people admired from Tomakomai all the way down to Kagoshima.

Suddenly the resemblances were uncanny, albeit Kana didn’t have much to go on but a few pictures she’d only seen years ago. Still, now when she thought about the child of the famous Tanegashima, it seemed so obvious. Then, to snuff out even the finest traces of doubt, Wakako presented irrefutable proof: the cannon. Kana had seen plenty of quirks before, and it was hard to define, or at least adhere, to any idea of what a “normal” body was in a world where so many people—revered people—were decidedly abnormal. She wondered then whether it was rude of her to stare at the giant, metal artillery cannon extended out of her roommate’s stomach, but she was excited by the idea of getting to see it in action. Not now of course. Wakako was right, a demonstration here would have been…problematic, in the kindest word.

Still, she had questions. Did it hurt? Was it heavy? Did she just…carry cannonballs around with her? It would have made sense, given all the muscle. She tried to think to what she knew about Sanae, but the details were fuzzy, and perhaps Wakako had her own methods anyway. Just because she was Sanae’s daughter didn’t mean she had to do everything the same way.

Or maybe you just can’t understand why someone would want to be like their mom.

"So yeah, uh...how about you?"

“Oh…uhm…” Kana could feel the blood in her cheeks. She’d been paying perfect attention that time, she was just…slow. “I’m from G-goshogawara, in Aomori. It's not...super far from here. I mean, I was born there, but I lived i-in Kagoshima. That's farther, and there's lots of…boats. My, uh…uhm…”

Kana’s jaw twitched, she bit her lip to keep it shut. Her tongue didn’t seem to know how to make the right words, and her throat was being stingy with the air. It was like her body was protesting the idea that she might…what, be honest with someone? No. She was right to be careful.

You’re not being careful, you’re being a coward. And worse, you’re being very, very rude to Wakako.

“I’m sorry…” she said, finally managing to force her mouth open. “Could w-we go inside first? It’s very…ah…people-y, out here.”

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@Naw

_{Location:
Ishin Academy | Sapporo}

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Nadeshiko had, for her part, remained passive as the cacophony of her classmates raged on around her. Two by two her fellow were paired off, some eliciting more excitement than others, until the majority had been assigned to their dorm mate. She did not take much of the time spent idly to look over her own; it seemed Adrianne was more interested in the goings on of the others than she was in speaking anyway. Perhaps that was for the better. While she had done reasonably well with introducing herself to Shun and Kana, she was unsure of how good of an impression she would be able to make on the eternally-displeased looking German with whom she would be sharing her living space with for the next year. Better to keep your mouth shut and appear inept than open it and remove all doubt.

Of course, her time in blissful silence could not last forever. While she idly thumbed the handle to her suitcase, the timid catgirl in charge of their section set off towards the dormitories with the nascent heroes at her back. Nadeshiko contented herself to follow along towards the back of the group, watching the more lively members from afar while she dutifully listened to their guide. Standing beneath the shadow of the Shinonome building, Nadeshiko found the tour ending far more prematurely than she had expected. Aside from a rather unexpected display of dexterity from the class's most rotund member, there was little left to observe but the group slowly breaking away to individuals until finally someone spoke directly to the pink goo-girl.

"Now that's over with, shall we get settled in, Akizawa-san?" Nadeshiko peered up from her daze, catching sight of the foreign freshman gesturing for her to follow along. "Just t'let you know, I'm not much for talking, but I don't mind a little chit-chat."

"That is fine." She answered softly. It seemed that she was correct in her earlier assessment of Adrianne. It did not make much of a difference to her⁠—she was also not one to make conversation.

"Also, if you don't mind, I can help carry some of your luggage to our dorms."

At that, she was unsure of how to answer. It would be impolite to refuse, but at the same time, she did not wish to inconvenience someone who already looked so displeased by the circumstances they were in. Beyond that, she only had the one suitcase, set up on wheels as to not be a burden. A moment of brief rumination followed before Nadeshiko steeled her resolve and answered with a simple shake of her head, ropey strands of slime-like hair shifting to-and-fro as she did.

Wakako listened patiently as Kana spoke. As expected, she seemed reluctant to speak plainly. She had already heard about how she was from Aomori, but there was something about Goshogawara that made it sound all the more familiar. She could have sworn her mother mentioned something about that place once. Goshogawara wasn't exactly a large and important city, so the only reason she would expect to hear about it was in relation to something else. Knowing her mother, it had to be something work related, so it was probably something about a colleague, or an intern, or maybe even a villain. She just couldn't place it yet, however.

"Hmm? Oh yeah, crowded. Sure, let's head on in..." Wakako could fully understand the desire not to stand around in the judgmental gazes of others. Or stand around in judgmental earshot of them. Even as he sat there, doing nothing much at all, poor Osamu had something thrown at the back of his neck. Then there was that German girl that kept staring at her. It was so awkward, and she still wasn't entirely sure why.

Given Kana didn't wish to speak until they were inside, Wakako simply trudged on into the building, and headed up to the second floor, and scouted out the room that was to belong to her and Kana. She opened the door and took in the sight. While it may have been nothing much to anyone else, this was almost nostalgic for Wakako. The five years she had spent on her mother's boat had been in exceedingly spartan conditions. Sanae Tanegashima was a big believer in minimalism. Even though it really looked nothing like it, the mere fact that this was a room with decent decor was enough to remind her of home.

"Nice and cozy, huh?" Wakako said to Kana, stepping inside properly and setting down Kana's bag. "This good enough for you? Or are you used to better?" It was more than enough for Wakako, but she had no idea what Kana was used to. For all she knew, she was used to living on a cloud of luxury, or maybe she lived in a tent. Given her meager build, she couldn't say for sure she wasn't actually quite poor.

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@Mcmolly

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Sapporo, Japan
Ishin Academy, April 7th
Interacting With:: Akizawa-san(@Asura)

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The moment the goo girl shook her head caused Adrianne to tilt her head and raise and eyebrow before lightly shrugging and gesturing for Akizawa-san follow after her. The chill of the school didn't bother her too much, though she was itching to get started with classes as she slowly walked towards the building with a couple of the other girls forming their own groups and such to chat with their roommates.

Adrianne sighed, not really paying any mind to her own roommate as she went about analyzing other students on the campus who were either being led on by another older classmate, or were on their own in pairs either heading to the dorms or frittering their time away by chattering like a bunch of numbskulls. It sickened her to her stomach as she walked through the courtyard before biting her lip and glancing over at the silent slime girl.

As much as she appreciated the silence, it didn't help that the only thing she could pick up off of this girl was that she seemed introverted and kept to herself. Adrianne's sigh broke the lull of their walk as they continued to the dorms as she glanced over at Akizawa-san with a somber look on her face.

"So, uh... well..." Great start Adrianne, stuttering; you might not know what to talk about, but don't mumble like some friggin' pushover! "Akizawa-san, I'm curious about your thoughts about getting a day to adjust to this new setting," Adrianne lacked any sort of harshness in her voice, though she was candid and rigid in her speaking patterns.

"I'm not too much of a fan starting out like this as I expected us to get begin immediately," she huffed, brushing some of her hair away from her face as she glanced curiously at the gooey gals jiggling hair.

With a finger squished into her cheek, Hajo ruminated over Shun's words, her eyes flickering back and forth between him and their neko-senpai. “Ehhhh?!! But of course! A hero saves everyone, and gets along with everyone!” Showing off her pearly-whites, Hajo throws the pineapple-carrying boy an animated thumbs-up, almost dropping her duffle bag, only to hastily catch it as it slipped off her shoulder halfway through. “I just meant, uhm, I expected a lot of boring meanies.” Her brimming, expectant gaze glued towards Nekohara did not match the crushing judgement of her impression on Ishin.

Giving her senpai a happy little wave as the catgirl excused herself, Hajo thrusted her bag upwards, steadying it tighter, before letting her eyes wander over the assembled students once more. “So she's none of them, but hmmm...” Her mouth shrunk into a tight-lipped dot, head tilted in thought. “Roomie must be one of them. Guess we'll talk later!” With a quick little shrug she gave Shun a quick bow. “Sorry that you're stowed away all alone! But at least you don't have to worry about a snoring roommate, heh. I think I wanna snoop around a bit and see where everything is. I guess you have to, uhm... get your pineapple stored away, too? See you around, Shuun-san!”

Kana found the dormitories pleasant, certainly more than she thought they would be. There wasn’t anything particularly extravagant about them, but beds and desks and closets, and above all, space and fresh air, were things she’d taken for granted before leaving Goshogawara. In Kagoshima, at least where she’d lived, everything was salt and brine, and the humidity that clung to the air carried the scent of the docks with it, which was something she’d never quite grown accustomed to.

Once they were inside, Kana was quick to close the door behind them out of habit. Reflex wanted her to lock it as well, but she figured that might have seemed strange.

Now you’re worried about being weird?

She silently thanked Wakako for carrying her bag, and shuffled it out of the way while her roommate surveyed the room for herself. Cozy, that was apt. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d thought of a place as cozy.

“Oh, no, this is wonderful.” Kana answered, pleased to hear the evenness in her own voice. Their departure from the public had done more for her nerves than she’d thought. Without the eyes and ears surrounding them, with the excess anxieties sheered away, she was quite surprised with how comfortable she felt. It wasn’t perfect, the jitter was still in her bones, and her heart was still just a bit too lively, but compared to earlier, she was practically calm.

Time to absolutely ruin it, then, while she still had the confidence.

“Thank you for…ah, humoring me. I’m sure there’s still plenty you want to go out and do, or see. I just wanted to get, uhm, grounded first, I guess. So, thanks—no, I already said that.”

She’d meandered to the window without realizing it, and nearly lost her train of thought, again, looking outside at the academy. It was still jarringly unfamiliar to her, and she worried that, just like the smell of Kagoshima’s harbor, the sight of Ishin would never quite settle with her.

“Anyway,” she said, pulling herself back. “My quirk isn’t…it makes me stronger, and…uhm, well, it sort of hurts when I use it. But I guess that’s the…point. I’m sorry, I’m explaining this really badly. I should just—”

Kana knelt down by one of the beds and got her hands underneath it. The mattresses were thin, the frames thick but manageably light. Altogether it was still too heavy for her on her own. She considered activating her quirk, but letting it build up on its own could take a minute or two, and while Wakako had proven to be an accommodating sort, Kana didn’t want to push her luck. So, instead, she braced herself, and then banged her elbow deliberately against the bedframe.

“Ow…” she muttered, but it wasn’t so bad, really. More pins than needles. Still, it was enough; she could feel it in her veins, or her muscles, or wherever the quirk made its nest within her, and for a few moments she felt decidedly bigger than her own skin. She managed to get the bed up, not very high, and more tilted against the wall than straight, but it was a good enough display, she hoped. The effects wore off quickly, and she lowered it back to a proper rest while she still had the means to do so gently, then got back to her feet.

“And that’s it, really. The more pain the more…that. I haven’t really done a lot of, uhm, conditioning. I’m not very good with pain. I guess that’s something I need to work on. But, sorry, I’m talking a lot. I do want to know more about you—your quirk, I mean. N-not that I don’t want to know more about you, too, of course.” She bowed her head. That too had become a fierce habit. “Sorry if that was rude. I didn’t talk to many people in Kagoshima, and I guess I’m a bit nervous, and I’m…still talking a lot. I’m sorry.”

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@Naw

Eurgh. Yoru's face didn't change in the slightest, but she internally cringed. A slumber party felt a bit redundant. Considering how they would sleep within four tatami mats for the rest of the school year. Well, it wasn't like Yoru was involved in any of those either. Not that she wanted to, of course. If she was able to have a slumber party in the first place, of course she'd refuse it.

But again, social standing. This was someone Yoru would be spending time with until late March, whether she liked it or not. She had to, at the very least, humor her roommates whims. There was no other reason why she'd accept a sleepover, none whatsoever.

"Sure~!" That sweet tone of hers came out again. She didn't refuse Haruhi's help in carrying her sole bag. There was no verbal jousting of 'oh no it's heavy, I can carry it myself' and other similar things, nor was there any offer of repaying her in some way. Just a simple thank you the moment she offered. With that, the two of them left the group of students to go see their own room.

It certainly was a room. That's pretty much all they were. The accommodations were nothing special. Room to study and sleep, but that was about it. The adjacent beds weren't something that Yoru particularly liked, but it was fine. Beds were for sleeping on and nothing else. The furniture was serviceable. Nothing special or lush, but that was also fine. It wasn't in disrepair, though that was expected. Horrible student accommodations were more of a non-hero university type thing. At least, that's what she read on the internet.

So she placed all of her things in the right spot. Uniforms in the drawers, as she planned to buy actual clothes at a later date. Make up and self-care products all over her desk alongside a hand mirror. Really, it was astounding how many care products she brought along. They took up the entirety of her bag, minus the uniforms. She settled in well enough.

"So Yano, what's the first thing you want to do for this girl's night~?"

"Nah, don't worry about it." She replied when Kana spoke of there being things to go out and do. Truth be told, Wakako wasn't sure what she would do if she chose for herself. They had been given a free day, but she didn't know if they were entitled to go somewhere and get started on training or whether they could just poke around at the different sights. Aia had already given them a brief tour, so she wasn't sure what there was left to see, beyond perhaps confirming the quality of their gym equipment. Chilling out in their room was good enough for her in lieu of anything meaningful to do.

When Kana first started explaining her quirk, Wakako was first expecting something that made her bulk up or something. Her eyes widened when she saw Kana bang herself on the bed, but she realised what was going on soon after. It wasn't that it hurt to make herself stronger, but that she had to hurt herself to make herself stronger. She gave a round of applause as Kana lifted the bed and put it back down. It might not have been the most impressive feat, but Wakako didn't want to be rude.

Although Kana's demeanor had improved since going inside, she was still a nervous nelly. "Don't worry about it, don't worry about it..." Wakako waved her concerns off jovially. "Alright, me and my quirk, let's see...." All the obvious functions she had already explained and she couldn't rightly give a practical demonstration any more than she could have outside. Worse even since firing it in here would be plain dangerous.

"....oh yeah, something that's not apparent is the ammo. To be honest, I'm not much for quirk science and all that, but as far as I understand, the ammo is made in my stomach on demand. It's like a little factory in there. I just kind of screw up my muscles and force out a shell, then fire it." She never really understood how or why it happened, but in this day and age, sometimes people could just make stuff in their bodies and shoot it out.

"I actually have to eat and drink some weird stuff to keep it going. Explosive chemicals, for one. They've confirmed it doesn't have an effect on my body, but it still tastes nasty to down a bottle of that stuff, you know? But I gotta do it if I want to keep firing. Guess you know the feeling in a way, huh?" Kana's quirk involved hurting herself to get stronger, and Wakako's quirk involved eating and drinking nauseating stuff to remain viable.

"Apparently it'll eventually be possible for me to shoot all kinds of things out of this barrel. Mother's already proven it possible. She uses some kind of knockout gas shells on the regular." Naturally, firing explosive rounds at villains when trying to limit collateral damage and avoid killing anyone was a bad idea. Hence Sanae Tanegashima most regularly made use of gas rounds to incapacitate enemies. "But I haven't even really tried it yet. Not exactly a lot of opportunities for outside-the-box quirk practice yet. But I can still shoot real far!" She still lamented the fact she couldn't show it off. No better way to impress than to make a big bang.

"Speaking of, you got any prospective heights for your quirk?" The obvious comparison would be to whatever parent she got it from, but Wakako didn't even know who, or whether they were still alive to teach her.

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@Mcmolly

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@Etranger@Raijinslayer

Namie had her reservations about someone being so uptight. It usually meant they were not fun to be around. howeever, she still shook his hand and formally introduced herself. "Amuro Namie." She stated plainly almost sounding bored with the formal presentation. Thankfully it was Seo who would show a little life in the conversation and get her back into. Cracking a slight smile from his punch, she threw a quick no-look jab back into his arm. Returning the strength he used to throw his, maybe even greasing her punc to hit a bit harder, too. [color=indianred]"Oh you're just saying that because there were no jokes or punchlines. It was a good pump-up speech for the year." She felt somewhat relieved to think the Seo she knew was in there. "So how'd you like it?" She looked over at Osamu expecting his answer to be more inline with her own.

_{Location:
Ishin Academy | Sapporo}

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There was a small mercy in not having to argue with Adrianne over who would carry the luggage—she had always heard foreigners tended to be pushy and stubborn, and she did not do well with confrontation even on the best of days. Content to trail along behind her newly acquired room mate, Nadeshiko kept her eyes trained on the courtyard beneath her feet as they maneuvered towards the girl's dormitory. The merriment of those around her didn't make much of a different to the goo girl; she was not one for socialization, and it seemed that her partner was of a similar mind. If nothing else, it would make for a quiet year between classes, proved the German kept to herself.

Which, as of now, she did not seem to want to do. Adrianne's sigh caused her to raise her head, listening intently to the words that followed. With how terse and rigid she sounded, Nadeshiko idly wondered whether or not the devil-girl actually wanted to know her opinion on the day's plans, or if she was simply making small talk out of some kind of obligation. The fact that she huffed shortly after, apparently exasperated at the fact they would be spending a day acclimating before beginning classes, perhaps shed some light on that. Had she wanted somebody to vindicate her feelings?

"I do not mind," She replied, soft and inoffensive as usual. "I have no expectations to begin with."

That was a white lie. She expected Ishin to be much worse than this day had thus far proven it to be. But the headmaster seemed rather intent on proving that assertion wrong, if his ominous speech was anything to go on. Perhaps it was for the best that they had this day to adjust to dorm life in that case.

Curiously, rather than being told anything by his roommate, he was instead provided with something akin to a business card. He was confused until he saw that he clearly communicated by means of that board around his neck. He assumed there was something that made him incapable of verbal communication, whatever that may be. Ultimately it was none of Osamu's business, besides the fact he would have to keep in mind that he would have to look at him directly whenever they conversed.

As the conversation turned from his introduction, it seemed Seo wished to discuss the presentation, and in particular how boring it was. It seemed like a disrespectful comment to make about their school's efforts to orientate them to Osamu. At least Namie seemed to understand it wasn't supposed to be about jokes. "It was perfectly serviceable. It is not the staff's role to tell jokes and entertain the students. They told us what we needed to hear and that was that." Osamu was wondering if Seo was the type to expend himself in search of "cheap yucks". That boded very ill.

"Might I ask what your reasons are for attending Ishin Academy?" He was curious because Seo seemed like an abysmally poor fit for the school, at least based on first impressions. Namie too had greeted him completely out of line with tradition, and yet here they both were at a school known for rigidity and discipline. Perhaps they both had deep personal reasons, but Osamu could but guess. He knew little about them, and they knew little about him.