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Eira Winters | Antarctica




Eira could appreciate people who were willing to speak up. The key word there was 'could', because she did not. At the very least, she could give it to Gabby for doing a little more than a pun that transcended the very definition of awful, which was, unfortunately, what followed immediately after. She did not respond at first, just sitting there and watching as they treated Freya, not missing the way Renard winced after Gabby spoke. Concerned for her wellbeing, of course. The wellbeing that could only be threatened by only one person – Eira. Thinks that I'm gonna fucking insult her or something when I haven't even started speaking. Bastard.

This was, of course, a reasonable assumption, given Eira's current mood and her usual attitude to just about everything. But the ins and outs of her mind are like no other, and it annoyed her greatly, which was unsurprising. She didn't mention it though, instead giving him a brief disapproving look.

“Not sure what food you're eating, but if you're pouring a truckload of spice all over it, you'll fucking die. My point still stands. I'd like the rest of the day to go smoothly, and if you keep pouring more variety on it – I don't see how getting literal salt in a wound is variety, for the record – it has consequences. Bad ones. And Peter – there's enough chaos in this damn world without you lot making any more. Stop pretending your puns are funny, by the way, because they're shit.”

With that, she was done with this line of conversation. She was done with all conversation for the time being. Hayes said some stuff, which was vaguely motivating, Enterprise came in, and they set off. On the bus, Eira couldn't help but be enthralled by her stories. What could she say, she liked heroes. Anyone who looked close enough for long enough would see a slight smile form on Eira's face. You'd have to be pretty damn creepy to be staring at her for that long, though. Not to mention, her classmates had better things to do than look at her, and so she let herself relax a bit. A very, very small bit.



The support company looked like, well, a factory. She didn't really expect anything else. Eira was a little excited to go in, though she did not show it. Nothing like a field trip to break up the bores of daily school life. After Freya's hand incident, nothing particularly chaotic happened. The trip was extended due to traffic, but Eira wasn't about to complain about hearing hero stories from Enterprise herself. Her mood had improved, at the very least.

The group she was put in was good enough, she supposed. Eira didn't have any problem with any of the girls she was with, though she couldn't really tell what they thought of her. That, however, was neither her problem nor her business, so she didn't really care. Hayes wasn't too bad either, if not in dire need of a nap. He did his job. Could use some work on his motivation speeches, but she couldn't really talk.

When Eira stepped off of the bus, she absent-mindedly took note of some birds overhead. Cute. I think I'd like to fly away too. Well, that was all the thoughts she had to spare for them. After all, there was a reason she was here, and she had a support company to visit. Besides, the birds probably just go off to where ever there was more food in a few minutes. A blissful bird life, how she envied them.
Eira Winters | Antartica




”That's worse, you- ugh,” Eira groaned, hitting her head gently on the seat in front of her. She had a few choice words for Renard, and by a few, she meant more than she could count on every appendage on her body. ”Let's just do this damn trip. No accidents or whatever,” – she gave Abigail a pointed look at that – ”so we- so I can get home tonight. Alive.”

Her eyes flickered to Freya, who had just spoken to her, and proceeded to have a bit of a catastrophe. She leaned over to help her up, but stopped. You can't do that. Don't do that. Instead, she pushed herself up, pretending she just wanted to get a look. Eira kneeled in the middle of the two seats she was occupying, to get a better view of the whole bus. Quite a few people were missing, but they were probably still in the shower.

”The salt? You've got one damn guess,” Eira said, eyes flickering over to Renard with a disapproving glance. She added 'problematic' to her ever growing list of adjectives. Poor Freya – that did not look particularly pleasant. ”To answer your question, I'm great. So, so, very great. But you, fuck, can we all just go ten minutes without some kind of injury? This is ridiculous. You're all ridiculous.”

Eira hit her fist against the seats in front of her. She felt like she'd be doing that quite a lot this year. It hadn't even been a month, but she could tell her class was, unequivocally, a bunch of dumbasses. Eira heard the faint echo of a voice in her mind (her brother's, for sure), calling her a hypocrite, but she ignored it. She hit the seat again, a little softer, and sighed. At least they had a healing quirk, for some kind of damage control. She didn't even know if Phoebe was going to use it, but at the very least, it was there. Just in case.
Eira Winters | Antartica




Eira caught the towel before she could even register what had happened. She faintly felt the warmth from it, a stark contrast to the vacant chill inside of her. But god - that insufferable Renard. Her blood burned at the reminder of her little incident, and it boiled even further when he called her cute. There was a list of things that Eira was, somewhere in the world, but that was not on it.

"Get better damn puns. And don't call me cute," she hissed at him. However cold she was didn't matter as she tossed the towel back, perhaps a little harshly, but that wasn't her problem. She didn't ask for it, and it wasn't her fault if she didn't want to keep it.

Well, Enterprise was her cue to leave. It wasn't what she had been expecting, but it sounded alright. Eira had her shower, water so hot that steam engulfed her, gloves still on. She changed them and the rest of her clothes, emerging with her uniform on. She let her hair loose, quickly checking her bag as it spilled down her back. Old gloves, second spare gloves, phone, money - that was everything. She made her way towards the bus, keeping her head up. And if the bus felt a little chillier when she stepped on, it may not have been because of the weather. Only for a second, though.

There, Eira made a beeline for her seat. Four rows back, window seat on the left. She sank into it, occupying the seat next to her with her bag. She felt considerably calmer than before, which was nice. All she could do was hope the bus journey - and everything that came after it - would go smoothly.

Zeke Myers




The city was nice. Zeke was a little conflicted at the idea of an adventure, but he had signed up for it, so there wasn't really any backing out. Being 'whipped into shape' wasn't really a pleasant image either. At least he wasn't alone, though he was as close to that as you could get. Travelling to save the world with a bunch of eccentric strangers. Excitable too - upon entering the guild, the squirrel girl had ran to be first. Too much energy for someone in her situation. That was the case for pretty much everyone here, in fact.

"You all... need to calm down," Zeke sighed. He was pretty chill with it all, if not because the dread hadn't quite set in yet. He also didn't care nearly enough to be annoyed.

He avoided looking at the receptionist and Aloe, waiting for his turn. Now, even he hadn't been that bad while he was- nope. Not thinking about that. At any rate, he was only half paying attention. God, this dress was uncomfortable. He watched as some others got their classes (What did that even mean? Was this a game?), some with a dramatic flourish. But not him. He just touched the damn things and took what he got.

"Rouge... and knives. They really went hard with the rabbit theme," he mused. "But I guess this is alright." He didn't actually have any knives yet, did he?

He turned and stepped back, taking another look at his allies, if that was what you could call them. Most noticeably, the very unthreatening elf girl who was currently threatening anyone within a two foot radius of her. She was cute though, and being very intelligent, Zeke reached out to give her a small pat on the head. It was a good experience.

"Short." Oh god, did he say that out loud?

"Uh, whoops. I mean, we're all in this together. So try to get along or whatever, and tone down the superiority complex, like jeez," Zeke said, trailing off. "And yeah, what did you get?"
Eira Winters | Antarctica




Everything stopped. The fires went out, the screaming ended. It was surreal, to go from such a frenzied disaster zone to the gentle sloshing of water. Hayes's voice blared from the speakers, and that was their cue to go in. Find out how much they'd messed up, or whatever. With soaking feet and not nearly enough patience, Eira did just that. She accepted a towel from a medic with a scathing look, but that seemed to be all the medical attention she needed. She barely had any injuries, though she could feel herself shaking from the cold. She brushed it off, even as she shivered hopelessly. Eira took a deep breath to calm her shaking. It helped, somewhat.

Then Hayes started speaking. Blunt as ever, but that was just how life worked. Some stuff about co-operation, and recklessness. Though he did not mention it, Eira gritter her teeth at the thought of her slip up with the water. She couldn't have done that and prevented it, however, it still happened and there was no way Hayes hadn't noticed. Now that it was all over, she could actually pick out a few more mistakes. He would have picked up those, and more, no matter how minor. But she would get better. She had to.


But really, could he get more cryptic than 'quite interesting'? Just tell us what the damn thing is.
Eira Winters




”So much for freezing that, Eira grumbled, watching Danielle pull the water tower down to the earth. ”Just gonna have to work with this, Samuel.” All she could do was pull the dummies out of the way. She flinched ever so slightly when she first touched them, reminding herself that they didn't feel the cold as humans did. At the very least, she was helping out.

But who the hell decided that flooding water was a good way to put out the fires? She couldn't even use her quirk like this, not until all the 'people' were out. She called out to her allies for help - there was more to this exercise than flashy moves and dramatic heroics. "Can I please get some damn help down here!"

And right there, clock still ticking, she had a bit of a realization. At once, she rushed to where the water's edge was, making a quick check that no one else was there, and activated her quirk. Most had little appreciation for the extremes it took for Eira to utilise her ability, and even with her new costume, the cold flooded into her like the water gushing below her. There, it froze instantly, stopping the flow, of which there was no need. There were no fires in that direction, and the water would only cause more problems.

As Eira stood there, no longer using her quirk but still shaking from the intense chill, she had another realization. Her legs were a stuck in the ice. Well, fuck. She twisted them around, but it didn't do much. At this rate, it would take a minute or two to get out. It wasn't long, but in a timed practical, it seemed like forever. A little more help would be appreciated, but damn it all if she couldn't do it herself. Maybe in another scenario, they would do well to plan together beforehand.
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