Blondes in bandages (Jaz)

Laughing loudly at the girl's comment about the damage the boys had been dealt compared to her, Mia's voice was loud and hearty, not one to suppress her emotions at all and always flipping a coin on whether something earned a bellowing laugh or a cheeky snicker, with some leeway given the situation of course. "Yeah maybe I should, then again pretty sure half the soldiers on this base ain't exactly on my side, and those that are might be a little scared to see me after what I did to their mates!~" She lightly cracked her knuckles with a smirk as she hinted at her own escapades, but quickly winced with a faint twinge of regret as the force needed to do so traveled down her arm to her light rounds and stung throughout the rest of her arm, rolling her neck back with a sigh and holding her bandages as the pain faded.

She scoffed softly as the girl made her own observations, grinning a little and clenching her fist, notably not the one with bandages up the arm as she rested that one over her knee. "Hah! Close enough! I think the only thing I beat outta him specifically was his pride, but knowing these military types he'll get a false sense of it back in no time flat." She leaned over a little to better talk to the interesting blonde, her sharp canines punctuating her smile like the jagged spike of a heartbeat monitor. "See what happened was I mouthed off when they tried given me a presentation, wanted to get a pro hero on side and promote the military ya know? I said I was worth 6 of their men. They tried to prove me wrong, and I kicked the shit out of that guy's soldiers in no time flat!" She lightly slammed her palm down into her knee to make a clapping sound, clearly proud of what she'd done to the military's sense of pride in the face of her.

"How about you? What's your excuse for throwing explosions all over the place? I heard they were doing sparring matches between quirkers or somethin?" She had been intending to go over and visit that scene, with her speeches to all the quirkers in her own audience she wanted to see the potential of people who were eager to fight and willing to do so with their quirks, but she'd never gotten a chance beyond passing through on her way to another daily bash with the soldiers. "Guess a quirk like yours should belong to a bit of a fighty girl.~"

Snickering at the comment about pulling a muscle even as it came a fraction too late to save her a bit of pain, she pulled her hand back as her arm eased up, the muscle seeming to deflate back to tight but slender along the length of her arm, the bandages she was wearing thankfully not stretching to the point they were no longer useful. Sure maybe she regretted it a little but that was the price of showing off sometimes. No pain no gain eh? She offered a warm smirk to the cheeky blonde and rolled her eyes. “I push these bad boys to the limit so many times I guess they deserve to pull back once or twice.~”

She wasn’t entirely sure that made sense but hey ho it was a witty enough comeback for her.

Hearing Jaz go on to tell her tail of the events she’d had with the sergeant, Mia could only wish she’d been stuck with whoever that was. Instead she got some rusty old fart so stuck in his ways you could point him in the other direction and he’d start walking backwards just to spite you. She lightly scratched along her jawline and scoffed as she heard Jaz hold some pride in her voice, least it sounded like that, when she spoke about breaking some poor private’s jaw, though as the story neared it’s end, Mia’s scoff turned to a full blown snort as Jaz talked about scorching the top off the chick. Did she deserve it? The blonde had no idea, but damn did she wish she was there to see it, to the point she held no shame in the first word out of her lips.

“Pics?~” She snickered loudly to follow and shook her head. “Nah seriously though, sounds like ya showed her what for, and whether its from the show or her knocking them out, I bet those guys had one hell of a smile before they passed the fuck out.~” She reached for a glass of water resting beside her bed and took a deeply satisfied sip, making a note to at least check out this seargent to see how they ‘showed’ through their shirt. Sure she’d probably just get more jealous that Jaz had managed to get the full show but ho hum, she could at least get some second-hand pride that ANYONE had managed to see whatever this sarge was packin’.

With her hero name coming to light she placed that her glass of water and gave the bombshell blonde a cheeky look, raising a hand and flicking the non-scarred side of her own where it still didn’t feel anything. “Oh damn, what gave it away? Was it my devishly beautiful looks? The muscles? The huge singular red horn sticking out of my forehead? It was the looks weren’t it?~ I heard my muscles got a reputation amongst the girls in my fanbase.~”

Course she was just being cheeky, giving the untouched side of her horn a quick brush along the length of it with her fingertips, glancing up to it in a way that almost made her cross her eyes. Her horn had always been a point of pride with her even if it had been a source of a lot of bullying as a kid, not that she couldn’t handle it.~ Though…thinking about that, did Jaz say they were bad with Japanese names? Their pronunciation of a few words was…not off, or incorrect but…off. Like her own…oh shit Jaz must been American! Damn! Yeah she could see it in the eyes too…shit was that…nah that was just factual at worst.

“Well I don’t know what your classmates got against ya, but you better making sure you’re sticking through it. Can’t let the side down ya know?~” She rather boldly asked her next question, aware she might have a few assumptions wrong but feeling just confident enough in her assumption to go forward. “What state ya from? Texas myself, but my ma’ was a posh lass so I didn’t get much of the southern drawl growing up.” She offered a wide smirk, hoping she was right as Jaz already seemed like a hella pleasant girl to know, and she’d definitely love to have something more in common with her.

With her last question though, she rested back on her hands and gave a shrug. “Military ain’t really my thing I’ll admit, especially with all the quirkest fucks here, but they’re looking to recruit quirkers so I had to check it out.” She lifted her arm again, flexing just a little but not enough to hurt right now, mostly just emphasizing the existence of her quirk to herself. “I respect quirks…mine’s a part of me, and they’re a part of a lot of people…I wasn’t about to let this place potentially take in some vulnerable, super powered kids without giving it a look ya know?” She offered a soft smile, recalling briefly the speech she’d given to the audience of one of her fights with the soldiers, snickering to herself as she remembered how she asked the kids to name their quirks and then trying her best to emphasize the brilliance of every last one of them.

“look generally this ain’t my scene…but I wanna make sure any kid here ain’t brainwashed by a fancy speech. Sure I could be taking some punk down to the police station, dragging them by their shirt for robbing some old lady…or I could spend a week or two here, making sure kids remember they’re worth a lot more than whatever these old farts are telling them…” She scoffed and shrugged again, rubbing her face with her hand and sighing deeply. “Sounds fucking ridiculous and…honestly maybe I’m just here to get my fix of kicking ass but I gotta make it sound smart and wholesome somehow right? Kinda the whole her thing when ya boil it down.”

Mia smirked as Jaz agreed she shoulda thought of that, sure Mia herself was joking but she was pretty sure Jaz was too…with maybe a little bit of honesty on the mere level that anyone would wanna take a pic of a fine set of tits if they could, or maybe that was just her. Either way she felt that Jaz was resonating with her well, and she’d rather think they were on the same semi-jokey page. Wouldn’t actually take the picture, but could definitely joke about being bummed they missed such a golden opportunity. Her brow quirked up on one side as she mentioned the fact that one of her classmates was one hell of a perv, snickering a little like a scoff of disbelief. Wouldn’t they like, check all the potential future hero candidates? Like Mia had no idea what the process was like but she thought there’d be psychological tests to weed out pervs….then again…her eyes drifted off to the side silently as she scratched her cheek, realizing if there was a psych test that weeded out traits like that in heroes, her pseudo sex addiction (she could survive without it but damn she also liked a lot of it) would probably have gotten weeded out of the system too…hehehe.

“Eh I dunno what it’s like to handle pervs so I can only feel sorry ya got a classmate with that.” She took a sniffing breath as she rolled her shoulders back, a smirk slowly crawling onto her lips once more. “Usually anyone like that who gets near me tends to leave with a damaged baby-maker, so I’ve pretty much sent a warning to the rest of them over the many years of having one hell of a punch.” She then lifted her right hand forward, and closed her fingers into her palm so tight and fast it almost resonated like a clap as her fist closed. “My clutch ain’t too safe either.~ One poor sod asked if I wanted to see his horn once. He didn’t say ‘look, don’t touch’, so I took advantage.~” She smirked a little wider before resting back on her hands. “Buuuut that was my vigilante days, gotta be on my best behaviour now, so mind keeping that little bit of damage between us?~”

At the specific choice of calling her a bombshell, she chuckled through a spikey toothed grin, lightly slapping a hand down into her strong thigh before pointing at the blonde infront of her. “Me the bombshell? Girl you literally ARE a bombshell.” She maintained her wide grin at her cheeky little observation, not actually flirting like she often might with that choice of words, but instead finding a playful, energy filled vibe she could very easily maintain with the blonde before her. “I mean thanks for the compliment all the same kid, but damn, if you’re future hero name ain’t literally ‘bombshell’, yer missin’ a trick!” She rolled her head back with her palm supporting the back of it a few light cracks sounding off. Jaz had been right in her words about her being muscular, especially since that’s how most of her TV appearances after stopping a criminal had her looking, so soon off the heat of a battle most of the time, but she offered a light correction. “Ah I sometimes look a bit softer though, I mean don’t get me wrong hun, I can still woop the ass of anyone in the ring no matter how I look, but a girl can’t always be flexin ya know?~” Said the woman who literally flexed to every fucking camera she saw, both physically and metaphorically.

Her grin only grew further as her assumption had been right, and Jaz began to speak back to her in English, her canines very prominent in her grin and leaning in close as if the fact she’d found another American was the most interesting and amazing little fact in the world. “Hhahah! Well just make sure they know their place. No disrespect to the japs, but we can’t let the side down either. Gotta stay top of your class for me and demonstrate what some American muscle can do!” She gave a bright wink, genuinely glad on some weird level Jaz was in UA now rather than a fellow hero, solely so the Americans had someone to represent amongst that number.

Speaking English herself had been similarly refreshing, in fact the energy she felt she and Jaz were sharing had her pushing out a lot more of her southern drawl, the kind she might only bring out when she and her family were getting particularly raucous. “Aaaah New York Gal. Heard there’s a guy shootin’ webs all over your city…that or I’m getting old comic books confused with news. Either way whats it like livin’ in arguably the most well known place in America? I mean I bet more people have seen pictures of NYC than they have the white house these days.~” She then raised a finger before Jaz could answer, a cheeky glint in her eye. “Just so we’re clear though, ya can’t beat Texas. We win. End of story.~” She was clearly joking, but with just a faint tint of egotistical pride to it all. She finally got the hero name at the very least, and frowned in a jokey manner for just a moment. “Ah well, Ember’s fiiiine I guesssss.” She gave the most dramatic roll of her eyes she could, ending with her locking back onto the other girl’s eyes with a poinient smirk.

Though, with that comment about the military, she quirked her brow again. She’d only experienced one quirkest commanders and all his lackeys, so she had no idea what Jaz meant by that…though then again, inviting Quirkers to the military, despite it tending to be illegal to use your quirks outside of licensed rolls, even in the military, was a bit odd. “Huh…guess so.” She was easily more distracted by what came next though, reaching over and toying with Jaz just a little in a friendly matter, ruffling the hair atop her head. “Hey you ain’t so bad yerself Ember! Almost glad I messed up my forearm to meet’cha.” She rested back on her hands again, her eagerness dying down just a little from immense glee at finding another American, to soft, gentle connection with the girl sitting opposite her. “Ya know I’ll definitely take you up on that. Think we might teeeechnically need permission from your principal if you wanna fight outside of school or this place…buuuut…” She gave the most comical look left and right before leaning in once more, hand covering one side of her face as she whispered loud enough for Jaz to hear from behind it. “I won’t tell if you won’t~”

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Mia was definitely enjoying the other blonde’s company, quietly smirking both to her and herself, not making a lie that she was glad she hurt herself for the opportunity to meet someone like Jaz. She seemed really chill and just something about them seemed to resonate with eachother in a way she wouldn’t be able to deny. She wondered for a moment if she’d ever heard of her before, UA students could get their own reputation afterall, but nothing came to mind. In America she might have heard something in a similar situation, but ever since she’d came to Japan she’d been aiming hard to rebuild her name as a hero as big as she’d been as a vigilante in Texas. She wanted to push herself to the top, or at least get on the ranking board next time they came around. How far away was that now…like another month? Ah it was gonna be fun when they hit. She was gonna make sure she got right the way up there if it killed her in the process. She could already picture herself sharing a beer with her dad watching the rankings come on the TV…

She washed the thoughts from her head for now and returned to the now, listening to how Jaz’s hero name apparently shouldn’t be spoken aloud. One to show solidarity on such matters, Mia gave a silent thumbs up before pulling her pinched fingers across her tightly closed lips, then taking the imaginary key, and pretending to bend it between her hands at least 3 times, at which point she tossed it over her shoulder and dusted her hands of it. A bit over the top maybe but it definitely got her point across, even if she did speak a few moments later, though specifically to say- “Don’t worry kid I gotcha. Though…Ember…American…” She tipped her eyes to the side for the moment as she tried to pull through her memory, snapping her fingers as she was sure she was getting close to a memory…”OH!” She pointed at her when something finally hit, glad they were speaking in English, in Japan, so they didn’t have to worry too much about this info spreading as they talked. “Burning heart! That’s your tag right! I remember catching a youtube vid of you once! You took down some high and mighty guy with a lion mutation right? Thought he was the alpha or some shit and you put him in his place. The video was crap so no wonder I didn’t recognize you. There were so many explosions the guy couldn’t keep his phone still!” She raised her fist to give Jaz a playful jab in the shoulder, but stopped just before impact, smirking sheepishly as she unclenched her fist. “Heh…not the best idea right now…bottom line I am DOUBLY glad I met you now.”

She took a deep breath, calmed down, and spoke again though. “Still, bottom line, yer secret’s safe with me. I ain’t ever gonna put a vigilante on the line by slipping up like that. Far as I’m concerned what the police don’t know about us tends to work in their favour more often then they’d ever admit. Plus.” She brushed a finger across the underside of her horn with a smirk. “From one old Vigi to another, don’t worry about being stuck to the rules. You get a bit of practice and you’ll understand how many of them are just guidelines once you figure out your way around ‘em.” She gave a cheeky week, but quietened up as a nurse briefly passed by them to check on another patient, offering Jaz a sheepish grin, silently conveying her hope that the nurse didn’t speak English.

The talk about Jaz being more like Dynamite kept the joy in her own tone as she let out a hearty chuckle, shaking her head, unable to disagree since she didn’t know Jaz that well, but if they were as similar as she thought they might be, yeeeeah, dynamite was the more apt choice. Not as catchy, but very apt. “Right right, I’ll give ya dynamite. Ya certainly got me, I do get it. I mean…uuugh fuck me.” She let her mind drift back to that day as her head rolled back, a hearty chuckle flowing up through her throat and through her teeth. “Ah they pissed me off so much I ripped a fucking generator off the wall…pretty shore I tore up my entire right bicep to do it but DAMN was that worth it.” She pulled her head forward and grinned nice and wide. “Plus 2 weeks later the doc was so impressed by my recovery I learned I had a healing factor…its piss poor. Still couldn’t fight shit for months, but I was back at it faster than most woulda been.”

The joining of the mericuh fuck yeah mentality did reek of sarcasm but Mia didn’t mind, she was more joking herself anyway. She didn’t have pride in America. She had a little in Texas cause that was truly her home, but she could recognize the shit stains that were on it. Nah…she really had pride in her family, and they were all here with her, so she didn’t really need anyone representin’ America, she already had her family representin’ themselves.

She wanted to say ‘don’t worry about it’ when she sensed the sarcasm, but she didn’t know how to put it out there, and just let out a low sigh as a silent was of saying ‘yeah it’s a fuckin’ shithole sometimes’.

She perked to attention when Jaz mentioned calling her horny, snickering loudly and lowering her head forward. “Okay fine but you get your obvious nickname too Boomy. Just makes sure you don’t call me it infront of any chicks. It ain’t exactly a good first impression if a girl thinks I’m some sorta pervert ya know?”

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Mia was glad she was on the money with that thing about her being the one associated with the logo of a burning heart. She had no idea what else the blonde girl had done, so focused on her own vigilante work back in America that she only caught the odd actions of other vigilantes when they flew into her radar…but, wait. Jaz was already pretty young now, and she was probably even younger when she’d heard that news about her taking down the lion man. Hot damn this girl was a little badass! Not that Mia hadn’t started young, but her excuses for fights back at her young teens was to just pick ‘em. Heck she wouldn’t be wrong if she maybe considered herself more villain than vigilante those days, but managing to pick herself the right kind of fights was one of the ways she grew, and had helped her build a sense of right and wrong Jaz seemed to have at her core from a younger age than Mia herself did. Mia wasn’t entirely sure why, but she was starting to get second hand pride. Maybe it’s just because visually, and personality wise, Jaz reminded her a lot of a younger version of herself, or maybe she was just way too invested in this little tyke’s future her career already. Probably that. Yeah. She wanted to make sure there was another badass on the scene long before she retired, what with boring shits like Junko being the only people she saw on the scene alongside her right now.

Still, back on Jaz, she didn’t seem entirely too proud despite the toothy grin. Maybe she was reading it wrong but her words trailed off a bit at the beginning. Maybe it was just a sign of how worried she was someone would recognize her, but Mia just gave a loud snicker and slammed a fist into her chest. “Hey if anyone gives you shit for what you did in the past, you point ‘em my way. If they don’t let someone with your talent even stay a student because of what you did in the past, they can have a look at my track record and remember I’m a fuckin’ pro hero!” She reached over and briefly ruffled the smaller blonde’s hair with a toothy smirk. “Seriously girl, you ever get in trouble for your past, you got another ex-vigilante who’s got your back. Hey, I’m even gunning for the top hero position, so maybe I’ll have even more say in how your treated should that stuff ever come to light.” She held a strong grin after that. She didn’t plan to use a top hero position to pull any strings, but really, when someone with her track record could potentially earn such a position, who could say anything about the spunky little tyke standing before her?

Regardless though it did make her smile a little that her approval meant something, and as much as she loved a good ego boost she found herself giving a semi bashful chuckle at the idea that her opinion meant that much because of her title. “Oh don’t worry about approval Jaz. You always do you and that’s what matters. Make sure you’re actually happy before you go wondering what other people think yeah?” She offered a more genuine and borderline wholesome smile as she offered some advice she practically had to live her life by ever since she’d been picked out for her red horn and bulky frame from a young age. “Heck if happy’s too big a push, least make sure yer content yeah? That the word? Content?” She brushed it off, clearly not the sharpest tool in the shed when it came to words like that. “Whatever, bottom line, you do you.”

Hearing about the school Mia wasn’t all that surprised, people were harsh on quirker regulations out in the real world, heck even she could only use her super strength if she had solid purpose to. She got into this whole thing with a cop one time when she’d been using her super strength to lift up a bench with 4 girls sitting on it to impress them. Apparently picking up chicks wasn’t a good use of her ’gifts’, though she still almost growled as she remembered the borderline airquotes the officer had said that with. Luckily flashing her pro hero license was enough to get out of that but he still had a ‘I’ve got my eye on you’ vibe to ‘em. “Yeah I can imagine…not exactly many ways around it either…” She sighed through her nose. “Truth be told I let vigilantes help me out sometimes if we run into eachother, but you’ll never hear about it cause I know the trouble they can get into.” She spoke, trusting Jaz with this information. “But if you ever see me being humble about a job well done on the news, that’s why. A vigilante helped me out and I’m not so vile that I’d let my ego take full credit…but ya know…I gotta take the credit, or me AND them get in trouble, and it’s no good for anyone…maybe things’ll change in the future, but I ain’t hitchin’ my bets on nuttin.” She took a snorting breath of derision to the state of things, a slow sigh following out as she just silently thought about how crappy things still could be for quirkers when they had so much potential…

“Guess rules can be there for a reason though…don’t want some poor guy getting brutalized cause someone didn’t know how powerful their quirk was or some shit…shame good Samaritan laws ain’t still in effect though. ‘ya can’t get sued if you do something with good intentions’ or some shit. Guess they had to dash that the moment any 12 year old though tthey could dole out whatever they called justice…” She rubbed her forehead, seeing the point but feeling it could be done better, and hurting her head to think about it.

“Ugh…whatever the case it ain’t perfect, but you really should stay in school. I only seen bits and pieces of you in action when I passed the combat area, but ya got more skill than me to control your explosions like that…” She smirked and added cheekily. “Though that ain’t me saying you can beat me. I could charge through your explosions like wet paper if I wanted to.~”


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