You Oni live once [Mia]

Having been fighting the soldiers day in and day out as that one commander had tried his hardest to try and humilate a hero with the power of military might, publicly displaying their fights, only to be humilated himself every time as Mia continued to beat the shit out of his soldiers one after another, Mia today had managed to convince them to let her use the shower facilities on base, a rather cheeky little reward for her especially as the showers were pretty open beyond the seperation of gender. It wasn't like the military was foreign to a few butch and strong women, but when the other girl's had seen the true titan that was Mia walk in and get a wash with them, she got one or two sets of eyes on her, and a nice little ego boost as the icing on top of the ass whooping she'd delivered moments ago.

Nice and refreshed, she'd wandered out into one of the empty training areas, planning to see if she could convince them to let her test herself against one of their weird robots they were developing, only to spot a rather tall fellow off in the distance mumbling to himself. Feeling pretty good, she decided she'd spread the good vibes and found herself slipping upbehind the chap, slamming a friendly hand down on his shoulder, and leaning over the other, her golden hair falling into view first before her smirk followed, letting the man meet someone taller than himself as she glanced across to meet his eye.

"Not sure what you're talking about, but I'd pick training and fighting over meditation any day." She pulled into his side, a hand on her hip, and the other outstretched with an offered hand. "Name's Mia. Though most call me Red Horn. Yerself?"

Mia was definitely a little surprised herself. She'd almost thought she'd actually heard those words come from the fellow's mouth, but she supposed she had to be mistaken as he was just as shocked by her assumptions as he was by her slamming a hand down on his shoulder like that. She had to say it was weirdly adorable that someone with his looks had some scaredy cat qualities, though as she got a better look of his face, she couldn't help but feel he felt familiar...

"Ah, seems you know me, sorry I can't quite return the pleasure. Call me Mia though, I ain't exactly on duty...or infront of a crowd.~" She folded her arms as she gave the guy some space. Genzu? Nah that didn't ring any bells...well it kinda did, but just barely, her eyes narrowing as she briefly gazed off into the distance, trying to locate what about him rang such a damn bell...

"You didn't take the hero exam back when they were accepting outside o' the schools did ya?" She lowered her eyes to him again, getting pretty annoyed at herself because she just couldn't place him, pursing her lips. "Feel like I've seen ya before, and I'm pretty sure you ain't someone working for the government." She said, referring to how the hero associations were so closely tied to the government these days.

"Ah whatever, I'm sure it'll come to me eventually. Though gotta say-" She smirked, lightly jabbing his shoulder with her fist. "Its a sad day when someone tough lookin' as you turns to shitty meditation.~"

Mia’s arms crossed over her chest as she communed with this fellow, still sure his face was on the tip of her…was it tongue or eye? She already knew his name but that didn’t seem familiar, and it was his face that seemed familiar. She wondered which of the two it was but shrugged it off mostly, giving him her attention again as he asked about the hero exam and smirking just a little bit, shrugging as she spoke with a casual tone.

“Oh just these trials some of us did to become heroes in this country. Don’t think all of us had to do them, but I think me and a few other foreigners needed a sorta…double check, to make sure that we’d handle the job and do it right ya know? Then again I couldn’t really say what the purpose of it was, I just know I rocked, and one day, those kids at the new school U-za-whosits are gonna do something similar…or so I’ve heard.~”

She stuck her tongue out with a playful wink, though it perhaps didn’t hold the same cuteness as when a school girl did it. Not gross either, just not sweet and adorable like some school girls could pull off.

Her arms shifted a little and she nodded along to confirm her previous words, opening an arm up and gesturing up and down the guy before her. It was hard to tell if he was actually strong or not, but with his natural size- “Yeah dude, a guy of your size wasting his time sitting down and humming tunes? Not exactly a good use of what ya got eh?~” She threw up her fist, stopping it by slamming her bicep into her other hand. “Meditating’s for old farts with heads up their asses! Young toughies like us, a good fights what we need to clear our heads!~” She held a wide grin, fists on her hips as she tipped her head up to him. “What you think you need it for anyway?”

Mia still couldn’t place where she knew G from honestly, she did have experiences with Vigalantes, and as such did her best to stay on good terms with them, seeing as most of them were practically heroes, just without the license to be one, so she saw no good of coming out on their bad side, or worse, picking to side with cops and the like over them. Her eyes narrowed as G seemed to be so oddly nervous, and rather than thinking she recognized him for good reasons, her memory was so foggy on the matter she briefly wondered if he was a villain she’d once seen televised, or had a run in with in her first days in japan…maybe…

The thoughts were dashed though as something weirdly more alarming came about, blinking as he spoke about UA and having a kid there. She opened her mouth to speak but was so stunned by the news that she didn’t even quite realize what she was going to say, just lingering there for a moment before the words finally came out, far less eloquent than she may have ever intended as she rather bluntly just asked. “Wait how fucking old are you?” She knew young parents were a thing but this guy didn’t look that old. Maybe early 30s at a push…unless his hair was grey due to age and not some dye or side effect of a quirk.

Her smile did grow however as he clearly seemed to be up for the idea of training, and as she often did, jumped to conclusions and assumed that meant he might like to train with her. Of course she made no obvious declerations that that was what she was thinking, and raised her hands in an effort to hold them both off for a second whatever he himself was thinking. “Well that’s good! Training is always better than that meditating crap in my books, but if you really want it to help, I’m gonna bet you need to do it right.”

Mia took a slow breath through her nose and rested her fist in her palm, her red eyes sharp yet somehow soft, showing determination and potential comradery with this man before her, grinning down at him the short distance their height difference allowed. “I’m gonna bet from the fact you wanted to meditate, you need to clear you’re head, and sort some things out, so I’m gonna teach ya what my old mentor once taught me, aight?~”

She referred of course to a mountain of a man she once knew by the name of Hughard. This titan made even her look short by comparison, and as she’d grown up loving to fight, Hughard was the man that taught her just enough restraint and skill to actually win all the fights she got herself into. Calming herself before G, she raised her hands up, lowered her stance, squared her shoulders and steadied her knees. The softer features she had tightened and bulked up as she grew oddly more determined to help out the fella infront of her, her hands open like someone about to accept the training punches of a boxing tyke.

“Now, if its wantin’ to clear you’re head, I want you to show me what’s botherin’ ya. Gimme a punch, right, left, hooks, jabs, don’t care. Do what feels right and pound into my palms. Don’t force anything, don’t think about anything, just throw whatever you feel right now behind your arm and punch. Got it?~” Mia was no expert, but this was a trick she’d learned from Hughard, and one she still felt had some merit. It wasn’t a perfect art, but weak or strong, she felt you could tell a lot about someone’s heart from the kind of punch they were throwing at the time.

Heh, honestly it was a very imperfect art, as many a bitch had punched her after a one night stand they regretted only to later apologize, and for sure Mia could feel in each of their punches a fury that should not have been fixed by a few hours of fond memories and a bit of time to reflect on one’s own actions…those bitches were punching without remorse when they did.

“Uh huh. Natural white. Sure.~” She teased of course, this was the age of quirkers and even hair as blonde as her own was difficult to achieve without some rare genes or a dye, and heck her red horn appendage wasn’t exactly uncommon these days either, she was just being playful with the guy infront of her and smirked cheekily as he went on to explain things. “Fair enough on the kid thing though. Always said I’d adopt rather than have my own kid. Still, kinda weird to hear they’re at UA. Kids there are like late teens right? Seems a bit of a weird age gap to adopt, but hey, I ain’t gonna judge, just voicing how I ain’t seen it before.”

She gave a casual shrug. She hadn’t offered to meditate with G, in fact she’d offered to spar with him, but she was unaware of the misunderstanding. With her palms raised and him eventually punching…she didn’t feel much. Not in the sense of pain, but more in the sense that she didn’t know what she was getting from it. Usually how someone punched gave off how they were feeling. Uncontrolled but heavy? Anger. Slow and wobbly? Depression. Firm and straight. Frustration, but controlled. Steady but weak? Sadness. From G she couldn’t really tell the specifics of the punch, so she shook her head, took a slow breath, and steadied herself again.

“Gimme another. This time…whatever you’re feelin, whatever’s on your mind that makes you think you need to medidate. Focus on it okay? Just lock onto the idea, picture my hand as the problem, and punch it, and let me see what’s behind it yeah? Don’t need to tell me anything. This is just my way of getting to the heart of a problem.”

Mia smiled a little as G explained the situation. Sure it was still a little unusual, but the fact that he was willing to help someone out in such a situation spoke to his character a bit, and she had to respect that. Especially with her general views on adoption, the whole ‘why bring a life into the world when you can make an existing life better?’ a little mantra she had when it came to anyone asking her if she’d ever have kids. “hey if it works for you and it works for her, than I ain’t gonna be one to judge ya know? Good luck to the both of ya goin’ forward, and if she’s a UA kid, even more luck to her!~ Might be workin’ alongside her someday!~”

At the confirmation that he’d throw another punch, with his head a bit more focused, Mia could read it a bit better. The punch felt…limp but firm. It was a weird combination but one she’d definitely felt before when pulling this dumb little test. Someone really wanted to punch something, but their instincts were fighting back against it. If Mia was a betting girl, she’d bet G really wanted to punch himself. She pulled her hand back with a faint smirk, her hand not really hurting, but tending to find people felt better about their own strength if she rubbed her hand a bit after they punched her.

“Right I think I got it…somethin’s messin’ with your self mojo…I’m gonna bet you’re mad at yourself for something, and for some reason you wanna meditate, self reflection, that kinda crap…” She smirked and shrugged a little more as she folded her arms. Maybe sparring wasn’t the best solution for him, but if it was himself that was bothering him he either needed to remind himself he wasn’t so bad, or combat the issue he was facing. “If I’m right sparring ain’t an easy fix…so what’s got under your skin?” She smirked wider as she went for the most obvious joke. “Little soldier not standing to attention?~ Hear that’s a problem with you guys.~” She snickered hard into the back of her palm, definitely just joking, but enough of her past lovers had definitely complained about that issue with guys in the past.

…why did that sound familiar?

Mia was trying to listen for something that might have been helpful,. Something she, with her limited smarts, could turn into something that could aid his recovering in a way she could facilitate, but something about him summoning some sort of secondary monster resonated with her in an unusual way…summoning some sort of monster…she’d probably fought a dude or two with a quirk like that in the past, what with the number of fights she’d gotten into in her life, but this one specifically resonated as something she’d encountered since she moved to japan…

Still, she had to listen, and with a slow breath to focus herself she made herself do so. She couldn’t really relate to the women problems, but they grabbed her attention nonetheless. Big sister? Was that some sort of big villain in Japan? Mia supposed she’d been so busy building her own reputation she hadn’t heard much about the villains in Japan…damn, she’d have to see if she could get in touch with any low rank crooks and start working her way towards the higher ups…wait shit she was meant to be listening to his problems here still not planning how she was gonna make it up the hero ranking board.

What he described was certainly a bit of a rollercoaster but Mia tried to take from it what she could and rubbing her forehead just under her horn she tried to mentally put everything she’d just learned in a box before trying to shift through it. “So firstly, you’re a vigilante. Cool. Technically I should report you but I just don’t do that shit, just make sure you stick to more vigilante shit than villain shit and we have no problems.” With that out of the way she focused her mind on his quirk, trying to wrap her head around the issue and rubbing the back of her neck as she tried to bring it out into words. “So…correct me if I’m wrong, but your putting up like, mental blocks or something, you can’t use your quirk, cause you’re not what you used to be, monster or not, and your afraid what your quirk is gonna be, so its just not coming out at all…”

She then snickered, and her face fell into her hand. “And you think meditation is gonna help ya…ah geez.”

Rolling her head back and cracking her neck as she did, she loosened up her shoulders and put on a strong grin. “Alright, bottom line, your quirk is based on how you feel about yourself, and you’ve been feeling like a monster, and now, you’re too depressed to see what it is. So, we gotta make you see yourself better, and ya know what, maybe that’s seeing yourself as a monster?” Not the most tactful approach to outright say G might be a monster, but she was going somewhere. “I mean heck I was called a monster my whole childhood by other kids and their Christian families. But I take it in stride. I am a monster. I rip through my enemies like a chainsaw through Styrofoam. I punch down walls like they was nuttin’. I have muscles that’d make body builders weep in envy and when I get mad I get tusks so big I’m pretty sure I nearly poked my eye out with one once.” An exaggeration perhaps but it made her point.

“What I’m tryin’ to say is, being upset, and depressed…its okay. Even if it leads to you thinking your some monster. Meditation…to me that’s horseshit. Sitting there, silently, thinkin’ of your problems. It makes you far worse and does very little in the long run. Guy like you. A monster.” She lightly jabbed his shoulder. “Ya gotta get pumped…you gotta see how strong you are, light a fire under your ass, feel that drive inside you-!” She pounded her chest with an audible thump. “And you OWN being a monster, cause being a monster is fuckin’ righteous!” she chuckled a little at herself, resting her hands in her pockets. “Sure maybe it don’t fix everything, but that’s my take on it…you still wanna meditate that’s your choice. But if you wanna spar and try and get a fire brewin’ in your gut.” She flicked the non-scarred side of her horn. “Red horn’s yer gal.”

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