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Kanako was, for once, not nervous or on edge. She didn't even flinch when the gun went off, merely looked up to see if anyone had died. Rin's transformation barely phased her. Most of the other students were freaking out, or at least reacting in some way, but Kanako was simply sitting in the back of the class, not saying anything, watching Rin carefully. "She can't be trusted, far too dangerous and let's power get to her head quickly," she thought. She stayed perfectly calm, with the same small smile she always had, although this time it had a different effect. It felt darker, and more or less like she was absolutely insane for not even really caring that their Professor had just shot a student.

Her gaze was piercing, as cold as a frozen lake, and calculating, like clockwork. All her jumpiness and constant fear had disappeared. She shifted her gaze to Yusuke and concluded that he'd live. She felt little to no concern or sympathy, not because she hated Yusuke, but because she couldn't care less whether anyone else got injured or not, so long as no one died. He wasn't dead, so why worry? Her reaction was, to say the least, unusual.

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This thread is over 3 years old and never kicked off. If you want a MHA RP, it's best to find another one as this one is long dead.


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Kanako glanced over at Matsuru and Yusuke briefly. She was used to this kind of conflict. Where she was from things like this happened on the daily, often even more than that. It was nice to finally have something normal going on, rather than a peaceful conversation.

She could tell that Matsuru's threat wasn't a joke. He was fully prepared to fight, and Kanako was fully prepared to watch. Maybe it wasn't the most heroic thing, to stand by and watch her classmates infighting and threatening each other, but then again, she wasn't the most heroic person.
Kanako sat near the back of the class. The minute the conflict sprung up she relaxed slightly. Finally being able to focus on her work, now that an argument was going on. She listened to the argument at hand and took out her Voice Notebook, quickly sketching out a strange pattern of foreign characters that no one else could read to be able to help her remember what everyone's voices sounded like.

When she stopped writing and actually focused on the argument she heard what the situation (that she hadn't been paying attention to) was. She didn't mind having a professor only a little older than she was. She'd had worse teachers before.

She put her Voice Notebook back into her bag, slipped on her goggles and watched the screen of the Hawkpad, she saw the internship invitation and wondered how the hell she was going to survive an internship when she could barely survive a classroom.


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