To meet the Queen(Kenji/ closed)

Kenji often found himself with a wealth of spare time after school, so he did what any reasonable third-year junior high student did with their spare time: he fooled around. He had hurriedly changed out of his uniform and into his street clothes, stuffing the uniform carelessly into the main compartment of his backpack. Once changed, he hopped on his skateboard and hurriedly kicked his way to his favorite park, the wheels of skateboard roaring over the sidewalk.

The sidewalks were not really designed with skateboarders in mind-- the fissures were occasionally cracked, and just the right size for skateboard wheels. And even a skateboarder as adept as Kenji could fall prey to the uneven sidewalk. He was breezing down a walkway of the park, past grassy green knolls and annoyed elderly people, when one such fissure snagged his wheel. Kenji slipped backwards, the board being shot forward by the momentum, and sailing straight towards a rather fashionably-dressed young woman.

A slippery disc formed along the boy's forearm, preventing him from scraping-up his already scarred arms.

"Look out!" the boy yelled, still helplessly crumpled upon the ground as his board made its fantastic beeline towards the young woman.

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What Kenji saw was... wild, to say the least. The girl who looked straight out of Harajuku leapt out of her heels and some... thing... manifested out of the air to catch his skateboard. Kenji wasn't sure what a "thing" like this was called, although it was vaguely humanoid. The boy pushed himself upright, and got to his feet, his face set in an expression of flaggrant disbelief?

Another Quirker?

And a pretty one, at that. A faint flush crept into his cheeks when her eyes fastened onto him. The "thing" vanished, and she caught the skateboard. Crap, she was walking over-- the hot embarrassment intensified as the woman made her approach, his cheeks growing brighter and brighter. Even his ears flushed.

When she began speaking in... God knew what language... Kenji panicked, and bowed apologetically at the waist. She migrated from her strange greeting into reprimanding him.

"Onee-san, I'm very sorry," he said loudly, still facing the ground. When he stood up, his face was still red. She didn't seem old enough to be an auntie, so he went with calling her a sister instead. His arms remained snapped to his sides, almost as if he was at attention, and the strained, flushed look never left his face while the woman agreed not to tell anyone, if he didn't, and introduced herself.

"Kenji!" the boy said, beginning to bow again, "It's nice to m-" it was then that he noticed her extended hand. Awkwardly the boy shook her hand, insisting, "It's nice to meet you!"

He would have fled the scene, except the woman was holding his board. He stood upright again, awkwardly eyeing, as the woman had called it, "his toy".

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Kenji quirked a smile as the foreign woman praised her intellect.

“I'm not old enough for high school,” was his modest response, smiling faintly. Kenji was smart enough to know that he wasn't especially smart. And he didn't think he could bring himself to call a new acquaintance anything other than a title. But he, as with most children, could be persuaded by sweet words, particularly when they came from pretty women, "I'm in junior high. A third year."

Isis surrendered the skateboard to the child, and he tucked it under his arm. His smile faltered when she asked about vigilantes, though. But only a little. He looked slyly at Isis.

"I know a lot of people," the boy said wanly, "Or… I know some people… who know some people. It depends on who's asking. Or why."

He wasn't totally stupid. He knew that people like Charles could get in trouble if the wrong people knew about them.

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