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Post by Deleted on Dec 18, 2018 17:01:31 GMT -4
so put that ring away and cash it in Saturday at 12pm Operatives: Heidi Objective: Catch two birds with one scone First were the walls. That firm commitment to shield his quirk despite the conditions of his enrollment. She too had tried, and failed, to keep her abilities hidden, yet this guy kept digging in his heels until he was buried neck deep. Plus, that holier-than-thou take on paparazzi and fame sent her eyes rolling off a cliff. She had offered nothing less than cold, hard logic. Facts. And in spite of all that, he had the nerve to profess his sheer dumbassery to the school by covering his ears, singing sad songs, and drowning out reality with delusions. Second were the files. She’d swiped the master key, yawning all the while, but found nothing particularly incriminating in Robin Engell’s paperwork. There was only one Robin in this school, according to the administrative reports locked away in the back, and his record cut the shortest. Third were the press releases and their consistent inconsistencies. “She,” “female,” “Robin Engell.” No retraction meant no typo. This didn’t match what the school had on him. Something. Was. Off. It smelled suspiciously strong of both secrets and shame, seductively sweet to her senses. With one short whiff Heidi fell to the hunt, and nothing could slow her chase. The hospital closest to the military base had the highest chance of housing him. After sliding by the hoard of tabloid writers actively pestering the overworked staff, slipping a visitor's pass into her pocket became a trivial task. A couple skims over the patients list told her exactly what she needed. Practically skipping down these sterile halls, a young snoop patted all her equipment with her free hand, the other swinging a basket. Hidden camera, hidden mic, pulling all the stops to pin Robin down once and for all. At the numbered plate, she didn't bother to knock. Of course it wasn't locked, nurses had to go in and out. Casually paced, completely unsuspicious, just a concerned high schooler displaying an immense amount of consideration for a wounded friend. The door closed behind her with a gentle click. Wallowing in self pity sat a feminine figure beneath stiff sheets, looking awfully skittish in her hospital gown. Heidi readjusted the hair clip keeping her fringe drawn open, aligning its beady center with her point of view. Her bracelet, dark and chunky, wrapped tightly around her wrist as to not jostle up background noise. She was decked out and ready to rumble. Verbally, of course. "Hi! I'm checking up on patients brought in from Semper Fi." She brandished the baked goods housed in wicker, tilting the basket for the bedridden one's viewing pleasure. Cakes, cookies, muffins, scones. A little bait to offset the choking hazards normally served here. "You must be so overwhelmed by what they did to you." State, don't ask. Leave as few openings for denial as possible. A burgeoning smile underlined razor sharp eyes. She granted herself another meter. "I read about that whole shitshow." Spindly fingers dipped into the offering pool and tossed a plastic-wrapped pastry through overfiltered air. "You got a chance to read the papers yet?" The board had to be set just right. Leave no pawn unscathed. And when the pieces finally fell to her liking, she'd have her pick of checkmates.
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Post by Robin Engell on Dec 20, 2018 3:47:45 GMT -4
An explosion.
Sound thick enough to feel, tangible noise sliding through – pinned by pressure. Running, dashing with feet trapped in tacky void, motes of black that cling to sole and soul and bond to both, growing and spreading, multiplying as a virus. It flourishes, thrives in corruption, punctures her heart with proboscis – that’s right, she thinks, she’s bleeding out, being drained, sacrificial for the JSDF. Explosions exploring and she dies in their sight, and she spins and shakes and spreads tears from eye to cheek to shirt to wrist, and she wakes up.
Startled by a clicking door.
Reality returns – tears are traded for sweat. Her shawl clings to skin, saturated. She comes down, slowly, her breath and her heart, while her eyes rise to the visitor. A hand on either side to prop her up, eyes wide open that slowly blink shut.
Heidi’s words ring out to noise. The girl barely responds, barely hears even those last few words.
“Papers? What? No, I – who are you?”
An invisible girl stays hidden, grins and tosses a grenade, and Robin flinches, almost scrambles – eyes dart across the room, beg for cover, settle briefly on the window as an escape before her brain self-corrects.
One trembling hand grips that grenade, unwraps the plastic and takes a tentative bite.
“Thank you, by the way.”
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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2018 21:39:26 GMT -4
so put that ring away and cash it in What a hot mess. Quite the opposite of emphasis on hot. She actually looked quite terrible. Not in a permanent way. Just at that very moment, being a recently awoken and disoriented hospital patient, Heidi didn't envy her for a minute. Her head had been a cloud, full of air and out of grasp, barely cranking through external stimulus. And what little she processed was obvious to see. Heidi shifted her weight for a chase. But then the girl settled down, relaxing a tad and showing no sign of sudden movement. Adjusting herself to be seen in plain view, the intruder raised a brow at the thanks. She was surprisingly calm for a trauma victim. Odds were her guard was still up. "I came to check up on how you were doing." Peace offering now en route to belly, she took the opportunity to get real close. Slowly, unassumingly, she walked as she talked, until she was sitting at the patient's bedside like a dear friend. Her basket was set on the floor. "I met plenty of people from Semper Fi here. You're in pretty good shape compared to a lot of them." Giving this supposed Robin a chance to digest her words and her food, she grabbed a shortcake and opened it for herself. Crumbs fell lightly as the two of them nibbled on. Gulping supermarket sweetness, she twisted her torso to face the bedridden one but kept eye contact to a minimum as to not intimidate her quite yet. "So." Dropping gently her pastry to her lap. "How many visitors have you gotten so far?" Harmless, but not useless. She needed this girl to cooperate. Digging right into the military stunt could make her ball up, and so might asking for personal details. But this investigation were to gain any ground, she needed to guarantee she got the right gal. "And tell me if scones aren't your style. I got muffins and cakes and all that good shit." A friendly wink, with emphasis.
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Post by Robin Engell on Dec 27, 2018 14:31:32 GMT -4
“Yeah,” she starts, “I try to keep fit. Scones are fine – who are you, again?”
Answers filtered and brief – Heidi closes in and pressures her space and her mind. She’s scooting, subtly, sliding until she sits at that edge opposite Heidi.
‘Is she a student,’ she thinks, ‘is this someone I know?’
‘Jesus Christ, is this someone who knows me like this?’
And the possibilities run through her – Heidi’s face filtered through memory and matched to no one, and briefly, painfully, Robin considers that she might have suffered brain damage with memory lost to past.
She shifts, uncomfortable with the thought, the situation. Her eyes locked to Heidi’s, wary over weary.
“Anyway, I’m doing fine, so if that’s all, you don’t need to stick around. Anything else you need to know?”
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Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2019 18:38:49 GMT -4
so put that ring away and cash it in The evasion of questions hung boldly as an art, one riddled with deft maneuvers and subtle slides. To smoothly switch subjects, divert one's attention to seemingly more pressing matters, then take seize the momentum to move forward and never look back—this chick really sucked at it. She doesn't miss the clear discomfort pushing her target farther away. "I'm Ellie." It was best to cut off any obvious ties to U.A. in this room. "And you? I don't think I properly caught your name." Another bite taken out of her shortcake. The girl's eyes wandered to unseen heights, clearly dazed and panicked. Eventually, green met pink, and a small smile spread. "I'm glad you asked." She swung both legs over and onto the bed, now sitting fully cross-legged atop the mattress and infringing upon the patient's territory. Leaning forward, she explained, "The hospital's in a scramble right now. I need to know how many visitors you've had today, to see if they match the records in the system. For housekeeping and security, y'know?"Numbers she currently didn't have access to and probably wouldn't be able to get. But it was worth a jab, especially if the girl claimed she'd gotten none. Otherwise, she'd at least have leads as to who these supposed visitors were.
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Post by Robin Engell on Jan 13, 2019 5:27:58 GMT -4
She blinks wide green eyes with the same sluggish rhythm that chews her scone. Her body in slow motion, her mind in fast forward, and those gears mismatch and catch each others’ teeth – they’re clipped now, jammed and gummed, and the simplest question drives a stake in her heart as the stakes are brought to sickening heights.
“My name,” she repeats, “is,” she stutters, “uh,” and stalls.
Her name is on the door, she realizes. If this really is hospital staff, her name will be on file and locked in the papers defining her body and quirk.
With brief miscalculation, the thought plays out, with trepidation traced on her lips.
“Are you sure you’re staff?”
And even if she’s not, she thinks, her name is on the door.
“Robin. You’re my only visitor.” And she sweeps the bangs that had fallen over her face, “Is that everything then? Isn’t there a sign-in sheet for this sort of thing? A guestbook or something?”
She adjusts her position, pulls her feet off the floor and her knees to her chest just to keep a precarious tray for her meal. The crumbs, meager and plenty, fall and pile in the gown’s folded pocket between her legs and waist.
It’s off, everything’s off. The sixth sense, the universal human quirk of uncanny prescience of an eldritch air, and she feels it and breathes it and absorbs it from the room, lung to blood.
“Sorry, I’m not feeling up for visitors,” she half-lies, lets her gaze drop and counts the crumbs, “so if that’s all could you please go?”
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Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2019 23:28:40 GMT -4
so put that ring away and cash it in The waiting game ranked low on Heidi's list of favorites. How convenient that it topped hers. This girl, bound by caution, spent lifetimes at each step and by some miracle crawled faster than a standstill. So her visitor waited. And smiled. Brows raised and unamused. Then she flicked away another failed diversion. "Are you sure I'm not?" A self-assured grin slowly rose from the depths, but she snuffed it before it caught flame. Target locked. Whether out of trust or good judgment, Robin could no longer deny who she was, and a blunette sat in her way of the door. She tapped her chin, nodding slowly. "That number checks out. The system did say you had zero." Funny how hers wasn't counted. "Sign-ins really aren't accurate." Leaning in, "Since sometimes people sneak by."The undeserved visitor's pass dangled stiffly, achingly, a pendulum for what little time she had left. This little lady was catching on quick. That's fine, some people preferred to rip right off the bandage versus stretching it far from their skin. That body language screamed No louder than words ever could, but she gave it a shot regardless. Eyes low, comfort lower, she officially took a stance. Leave now and never come back. As the princess so wished. Heidi swallowed the last of her store bought bait, then slid off the bed onto the floor. Shoes smacking tile, she spun back on her heels to look the patient in the eye. "Understandable. You've had a long day." Her thumb swiped over the screen. She scrolled through photos, pulling one up one in particular, snapped just moments before and amidst her snoop. "I've got a long day ahead of me, too." Two fingertips slid toward opposite corners. "I'm piecing together a story about unusual quirks." Zooming into a doctor's note translated from English. "And get this: I found someone who can switch genders." At last, the shit-eating grin blooms. One hand grabbed the basket while the other flashed her phone, a grainy but legible Robin Engell on display. "Documentation can be so inconsistent. But that's what detectives are for, amirite?" Stepping backwards, she waved the cropped evidence as she slowly and steadily moved away from the bed.
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Post by Robin Engell on Feb 8, 2019 23:39:53 GMT -4
“Sneak… by?”
She blinks, leans away, then in, then back away in a rhythm in time with her breath as she breathes and holds it, breathes out with relief and back in with fear.
When she reveals his file, Heidi sees her grin mirrored in Robin’s glassy eyes.
“That’s-!”
She starts, debates a lie, freezes and processes and gets hung up in threads until she stutters something small.
“Not.”
“Me.”
“That’s not me. Not my file. Not my quirk.”
She burns, hot, damned to her clothes and her sheets and her equipment – a cloth fueled grill wafts to Heidi’s nose, and she smells the effects of Robin’s quirk pressed tight against the border. Smoldering fibers burn beneath her blanket.
“My quirk is Heat Generation. You must be mistaken. Robin is a common name for gaijin, so I’m sorry for the confusion.”
Her words scrape through gritted teeth, blast through a perked up nose that all underline and fail to mask the tear-soaked fear behind her eyes.
“So if that’s everything, please go. I’m going to call a nurse if you don’t.”
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