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IzurichHello, I'd like to express my interest :) I tried the discord invite link from the interest check but it's expired. I like to at least lurk while I work on a sheet if possible, so I would be grateful to get a working invite!
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Hm. Jory eyed the man, finding her first impression of him to be a good one. He was maybe overly nice, but that wasn't really a bad thing. By the sounds of it, his time with sports was in the past, which meant one topic that Jory had an easy time with that wouldn't be easily available. Ah well, she could talk about more than just sports. At least, she liked to think that.
Like cooking. He seemed adept at it from the bit she had seen so far. Not that she was particularly good at it though. She'd come off as slightly ignorant, but was interested enough in the subject that it might work.
A faint, foul smell tickled the girl's nose, redirecting her thoughts. She glanced back to the boy's food for a second--definitely not that. It was coming from elsewhere.
Jory pushed back her chair to get up and investigate further, but was run into from behind. She felt her temple twitch as she sucked in air and spun around, ready to give a piece of her mind to a second person today.
"Watch where you step, you--"
The girl trailed off, seeing the one who had bumped into her--a woman with long silver hair. The newcomer began to apologize, a bit flustered, but it mostly went in one ear and out the other for Jory.
She was cute.
Jory's cheeks began to warm again.
Cute, but like, objectively. From a totally unbiased perspective, save for an attraction to females. Not specifically Jory herself or anything, of course. Of course. Just... she was conventionally attractive, and that was all the thought meant to say. Right. Just that.
The redhead felt herself staring and quickly averted her gaze to a random corner of the room, giving a shrug as one hand moved up to play with her ear. "I-It's fine. I'm fine."
Jory managed to glance back to the girl for a short moment. "I shouldn't have gotten up so fast... I-I'm glad you didn't drop anything."
There. Her pulse that had quickened from the fresh shot of anger followed by her... observation... was beginning to slow again.
Right, the smell. The girl had mentioned something about a microwave when she said sorry. Jory looked over, seeing the boy interested in it as well.
Fish in the microwave. Which genius in this room thought that was an idea of any merit.
"Y'think I should shut this off? Just to guarantee it doesn't explode or something?"
Jory's nose wrinkled in aversion. "Preferably before I..." She was going to say puke, but realized she was suddenly feeling a lot more conscious about how she was coming off, present company in mind. After a quick sideways glance to the longhaired girl, she revised her words mid-sentence. "...have to scrub the smell out of my clothes." Not the smoothest save, but Jory cringing at herself was at least covered up by the face she had been making from the aforementioned stench.
Why even be so self-conscious, anyway? It's not like she was thinking that she'd... there wasn't any chance that--
Honestly, Jory was of half a mind to smack herself upside the head right now. It just didn't matter, regardless of how she felt--not that she felt any sort of way. But regardless of that, it was pointless to dwell on for even a moment. She just needed to stop. Stop.
...You're such a stupid mess.
@AdmrlStalfos19@Bee
"We could always use student mentors to help teach others how to skate! If cost is an issue, agreeing to do that will lower what you'd have to pay significantly--"
The girl wouldn't stop. Jory felt a headache coming on, only further deteriorating her mood.
"I really can't. Any cost is an issue, and not the only issue. I don't have the time."
"All our sessions are optional, you could drop by any time that works to have a bit of fun!"
Fun.
Jory's expression darkened further, her gaze snapping to meet the girl's.
"I practice with professionals for hours nearly every night of the week. I don't have--nor want to have--the time to waste on a school club," she said. "Leave me alone."
There, couldn't be any more clear.
"Are you sure? You could view it as more practice time then--"
Oh my god.
"I said fuck off."
Well, that was arguably even clearer.
The girl's bright expression finally clouded some. Though she had just met the brunette a minute ago, Jory found anything but a beaming smile unnatural on her face, even if that smile had been grating her nerves.
Jory's cheeks immediately began to burn. Not wanting to be in the situation she had created a second longer, she mumbled an apology, turned on her heels, and legged it.
The redhead found herself entering the community kitchen. Not really on purpose, it had just been where her steps had taken her while she had just been trying to get away.
During her escape, the heat of embarrassment relented and was partially replaced with frustration and anger at the other girl. Why had she kept pushing when, from the beginning, it should have been obvious to anyone with eyes and/or ears that Jory hadn't been interested? She had been cornered into either giving in to the pestering or acting the villain. And giving in was never a viable option.
Well... there had probably maybe likely been more than just those two choices available. Still, it was definitely completely the recruiter's fault. Even if Jory could have been... less of a bitch.
The anger was flaring up again, this time directed more towards herself. The girl bit her lip, aware she'd now be pushing herself until she retched during her practice later tonight.
Thankfully, she was distracted from the thoughts.
"So... rough start to the morning, huh?"
Jory's expression relaxed a bit as she looked up, uncertain if she was even the one being spoken to. She blinked, needing a moment to take in the sight of the large man. So he was talking to her. People really were too friendly here.
She went to open her mouth to express this sentiment but stopped herself.
Sure, she wouldn't ever have time to spend with any new friends she might make, but that didn't mean she had to purposely burn every possible bridge in such a hurry. She was capable of being nice. She was.
"Something like that. Why, you care?" Hm. It came out much less friendly than she had intended. It probably didn't help that she was still glaring by default.
Jory sighed at herself and rubbed her eyes, making the effort to soften her expression. "Sorry," she offered, this time managing to sound less like she was looking to start a fight. She glanced between the other student's plate and his imposing build.
"Are you a..." she paused another second, realizing that asking him if he was an American football player would be a bit out of place here. "You a rugby player or something?" There we go, that was the stereotypical beefcake sport this side of the planet. That was plenty friendly, right?
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A pen scratched satisfyingly on paper, though the writing produced was near illegible to anyone but Jory herself. It wasn’t exactly by choice—her handwriting was just naturally terrible, and though she had made some effort to beautify it a bit over the course of her life, it wasn’t something she had ever put enough time into to counteract her natural tendency to just scribble.
In this case, at least, it didn’t matter. All the writing was solely for herself, going over what little notes she had from the first week of lectures. The goal was simply repetition to commit the information to memory. A necessary—if boring—effort to make sure she'd be able to keep achieving the perfect grades she wanted. Swiftly understanding difficult concepts was unfortunately not a talent that she was afforded by whatever powers that be.
Stingy bastards.
The girl’s eyes shifted from the paper to her phone on the desk. It was almost 5 am. She picked the phone up and navigated the menus to turn off the set alarm preemptively—there just in case she happened to be asleep at this time, rare as that was.
She also noted the few messages she had received last night, still left unread. With a sigh, she gave in and tapped through them. A few, short broken texts from her brother, and one single properly written one from her grandfather. Mostly just pleasantries, asking how her week had gone. Jory knew she should respond, but… getting roped into a full conversation, knowing where it might go—it just wasn’t high on her list of priorities for the day.
Later then, she decided. Maybe.
Checking the weather app, she noted it was comfortably cool. No need for her hoodie, then. She threw it off, tied up her sneakers, and headed out for her morning run.
Just over an hour later, Jory had taken a quick shower—fighting to wet her thick hair as per usual, having to stand on her tiptoes to press her scalp against the showerhead—and finished off with a minute of cold water.
Breakfast was the usual—large and relatively healthy, for a university student. At such an early hour, she avoided running into anybody in the kitchen, which was just as she liked it. After her meal, she finished her morning routine, grabbed a random clean hoodie, tossed everything she might need haphazardly into her duffel bag, and headed out.
Her first lecture was only at 10 am, so she had some time to kill. While she absolutely could have hidden in her room, the little notes she did have to study were no longer sufficient enough distraction for her liking. To use her time a bit more productively, she figured she may as well continue her efforts to make a mental map of her new surroundings—even if that meant a high probability of being accosted by other eager students.
It was exhausting. Even so early in the morning, there were still plenty of keeners up and willing to say hello to her. Where did these people come from?
“You!”
Jory visibly flinched. After a brief pause, she decided to ignore the female voice and continued to walk, her gaze stiffly bolted in front of her.
“Cute red-head! You!”
Her shoulders slumped, this time slowly turning to look in the voice’s direction.
“You look like you’d be great on skates!”
Jory blinked in surprise. Did they know who she was? It wouldn't have been the first time she'd been randomly recognized, but she really wasn't expecting that to happen across the pond.
“You have the body for it too! Lithe, but deceptively strong, right? Right?”
Jory looked the excited girl up and down. A brunette, just a touch shorter than herself. Beyond her stood a girl watching them who looked… a lot like the first girl, to be honest. Jory suspected they were related. The second girl simply smiled when they made eye contact.
“So? How would you like to join our ice skating club?”
Huh, just right into it. Weren’t these recruiters supposed to like, ask for your name or something first?
“I’m… I’m good," Jory said. "Not really interested, and I’m usually busy at night anyway. Thanks, though.”
She couldn’t really tell her she was busy due to her own figure skating practices outside of school, with her latest coach and a few other athletes. It would just excite the girl more and there would be no escaping her.
The brunette’s eyes narrowed suspiciously. She made a show of glancing down to look at Jory’s chest. The red-head instinctively covered herself, feeling judged, but then followed the gaze.
Oh. Oh.
She was wearing her old Toronto figure skating club’s hoodie. Well, that explained things.
And also left her up shit creek without a paddle.
“I-It’s uh… a friend’s?”
“Uh-huh," the girl said, a smug look of satisfaction painting her face.
Behind Elly, a boy in simple blue and black waterproofs sneaked up. A mischievous smile crept across his face as wisps of water vapour from the air gathered by the back of her head, forming a tiny cloud. Probably not the best way to introduce himself to a new teammate, but he couldn't resist. The cloud shrank to nothing as a flurry of snow whirled from it, down the back of the girl's neck.
“Hieeeeee!”
She recoiled immediately with that shocked squeal, taking several awkward steps forward. Her previously crossed arms flailed for a second to keep her balance, before moving to wipe at her neck as she turned around to figure out what had happened.
Cheeks warm from the embarrassment brought on by the noise she had made, Elly glanced between the boy who had been several feet behind her and her slush covered hand. She took another moment to blink in confusion. Her other hand moved to wipe away the rest of the melting snow that clung to her skin. As she did, she made eye contact with the boy.
“You?” was all she could think to say, still unsure of what had happened.
The boy gave a goofy grin. "Surprise tactics, can't beat them huh?" Strolling closer to his group, he recalled the team seven announcements. "You must be Eleanor. I'm Leith, and hey, you needed to know about my Quirk, so that was a little demonstration. With the water in the air, I can create and control clouds for weather effects. Snow of course, and hailstones for battle. Rain too, but..." He shrugged. "That's mostly something I do for fire rescue training. Unless we're up against a fire user, I'm not sure how much use that'll be in a fight."
He gestured towards his teammate, a quiet blonde clad in blue, crystal-like armour. "And this is Clara. If anything I do goes out of control, she can keep us safe and dry." He paused, hoping the two timid girls would take it as their cue to get talking.
Elly felt her eye twitch in aggravation at the admittance of the prank, the embarrassment being replaced with annoyance.
“Watch.” It was an order.
She turned to show her wet neck. A moment later, the water disappeared into her skin. With a frown and a furrowed brow, she looked back to Leith. Her arm raised up to shoulder height, hand forming a finger gun pointed square at the boy. A breath later, she brought down her ‘hammer’ thumb for effect, and a short stream of water was ejected from the tip of her finger, aimed at his forehead.
As the jet struck, Leith pulled back, blinking, wiping the water from his face. A second later, he laughed. "Ok, I guess we're even now." He looked at his damp hand, then at Elly, eyebrows raised. It was clear, now, why they'd been asked to work together. "You absorb and shoot water? Looks like drizzly weather is in the forecast after all, in that case. Anything else we'll need to know about your Quirk?"
Clara had walked over to them just as Leith introduced her. Her right fist over her mouth as she was so nervous speaking with new people. She wanted to warn Eleanor before Leith pranked her but it was too late. Leith pranked everyone he knew...including her. Her face red with embarrassment of a soaked head in class a few weeks prior.
She was surprised at the unique pairing the two had, and disheartened to hear that Leith was going to make it drizzly. She loved the rain and all but not when she would be soaked in front of others... "I...um... I can control all types of glass." She said as she touched the crystal-like armor that was actually glass as it seemed to melt at her touch and move around her neck and reformed into a more watertight seal around her neck. "I-i-it can harden too, strong enough to stop bullets or larger impacts. But my body is fragile because of it..." She said timidly. Her face growing even redder as if the fact she was so weak was a bad thing.
Elly nodded, turning her attention to answering Leith. “As long as you’re with me, your rain is going to be your favourite tool,” she said to him, wearing her confidence with a smirk.
She raised her hand again, turning it to water this time. It held the shape of her hand for a second before she let go, causing the water to splash to the ground, leaving her with half a forearm. To demonstrate further, a small point at the center of her torso changed as well, growing outwards until the hole of water was about a foot wide and all the way through her chest.
The water on the ground floated back up into the air to first form a small cube, and then a ring. Finally, it began to whirlpool back to Elly’s stump, gradually reforming her arm. As the process finished with her fingertips, she stretched her hand out and balled it into a fist a couple of times to show it was functioning. The hole in her chest vanished as well. That show should adequately explain the first part of her quirk. As for the second...
“I can control any water that’s part of my ‘system’--I have a base amount that makes up my body, and any outside water I come into contact with I can absorb temporarily. That extra water makes me stronger. Like adding muscle mass.”
Seemed like that was the team, then. Elly didn’t really have any thoughts on their overall strength—she didn’t know what to expect from the students here, and as such couldn't compare them to the average. Despite the outside bravado she carried herself with, she was—as usual—anxious enough that her heart was pounding and her stomach was doing flips. Keeping up the front was the only thing that helped at all with that.
The girl glanced between her two teammates. “I’m sort of being thrown into this, to be honest. It’s my first day here.” She crossed her arms, her smirk showing a hint of bemused exasperation. “Not that I’m complaining, mind. I’ll douse this trial by fire with you two.”
Elly took a step towards them, reaching her hand out to Clara first for the girl to shake it, though still addressed them both. Her smile grew friendlier, but the determination displayed by the rest of her expression remained.
“I’ve got something to prove today. So I’ll make sure we win, and then later you two can show me around a bit as thanks.”
Animus
Sana found herself in the motel room she had been paying for again, laying on her side on the thin mattress, staring dully at her phone propped up on a pillow as it autoplayed through videos. She wanted to avoid going home. Though she hadn't been caught for long, she had no clue how far along the process had gotten. Most importantly, she didn't know whether her mother or her brother had found out what she had been up to. She had been texting her mother a bit, and all seemed fine thus far, but still. Sana had thought it best to not make her way back home for now.
The girl had also avoided interacting with any of her... 'coworkers' during the past week. The fact that she had mostly been able to take care of herself when the League had shown up was the slightest of comfort, but she had still needed them to give her the opportunity to begin with.
Maybe that was to be expected. She was completely new to this whole supervillain business. She was young, and stupid for it. Regardless of any excuses, just the thought of her failures and weakness made her stomach sink into itself. Her father would have punished her heavily. It just angered her further that her body didn't seem to realize he couldn't harm her anymore. Physically, at least. The girl believed his influence would never leave her.
She brought her legs closer to her chest. She had even almost cried in front of one of the villains--Marionetta, as she had learned. Shortly after their escape, the woman had offered to remove the cuffs that had been binding Sana's hands. As much as Sana had wanted to leave immediately, she quietly accepted the offer. It took several minutes of effort on Marionetta's end, only making Sana feel guiltier at her weakness. Much of the same thoughts that were running through her mind now were doing so then, so the girl hadn't been great conversation during the lock-picking. When it was done, she left the woman with a quiet and terse 'thank you.'
Sana sighed, shifting her gaze to the hands that had been freed by Marionetta. The villains had been called to meet up again, so there was no avoiding her or the rest any longer, unless Sana just bailed completely on the whole thing. That wasn't really an option in her mind. Not even she herself was totally sure why, but she wouldn't quit yet. It just felt impossible to bring herself to do.
So she found herself pushing herself up, climbing off the bed to make her way to the shower. Though she had a few hours before she had to get the meeting place, she'd end up shooting herself if she laid in bed with her thoughts any longer. Briefly, she considered her options to kill that time, though she settled quickly on heading to a small rustic bookstore she had found a few days ago. It was seemingly run by just one old man, as far as she could tell, and he was nice enough to leave her alone for hours on end as she'd sit in one of the comfy chairs off in a corner. It was quiet, but with more to do than her motel room. And though she had spoken maybe a dozen words in total to the old man, it was less lonely--the right amount of loneliness that she needed to keep herself from losing her mind.
Sana made her way to the warehouse from the bookstore wearing her orange coveralls with the top undone and off her shoulders, the arm sleeves tied together around her waist to keep the article of clothing up. A plain white tank top fit her figure closely, and on her nose was a pair of black wayfarer style sunglasses. While she wasn't particularly a fan of how she looked in any sunglasses, she figured making a passing attempt at hiding her identity might be a good idea while in public. The outfit was simple and comfy--and eye-catching enough for her taste, but not overly so. Again, being a villain and all meant attention wasn't really a great thing. She looked good in it. Considering what her life was becoming, that was probably a really dumb and insignificant thing to put energy into, but she still felt the need to.
After a bit of wandering, the girl spotted the sliding doors that were slightly agape. She slipped through, taking off her sunglasses and folding them up before hanging them on the collar of her tank top. As her eyes quickly adjusted to the dimmer lighting, she spotted the group that was already gathered. One man was speaking, and as she approached she started to make out what he was saying.
"... why I can't stand you conventional villains."
Hm. It seemed like he was pushing his thoughts on Marionetta. Sana felt she had a bit of a debt to pay.
May as well start on that now.
"So being a 'conventional villain' means having style, mm?" she said after the man finished his small spiel, shrugging her bare shoulders. "Doesn't seem like such a bad thing to me."
The girl sat easily on one of the empty chairs, stretching out her arms over her head with a satisfied sigh. Her eyes scanned the group more closely as she finished the stretch, noting the only person present she had seen before was Marionetta.
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